My Stepdaughter’s Yoga Class Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – My Stepdaughter’s Yoga Class Ch. 01 by scribejohn,scribejohn There’s an old saying that ‘life begins at 40.’ Well, for me, it was 38.

But to backtrack a bit. My names Garry McQueen and I’m 38 years old with a fair few ups and downs on the way. I’m just over six foot, sandy blonde hair, fairly fit – not quite a six pack, but certainly a four pack – from running, swimming and gym visits. I’m a successful structural engineer with my own company, live in a large house with pool in Bournemouth on England’s South coast, with the beach at the end of our cul-de-sac and sea views from the upstairs rooms. The downstairs has to make do with views of the pool and gardens.

Sounds good? Yeah, but I’ve had my share of relationship problems and tragedies over the years. My first wife, a typical blonde bombshell who worked as a trainee Solicitor in a local firm, ended up hooking up and running off with a senior partner in the law firm only three years into our marriage. I moped and licked my wounds for a year after, then followed a chain of meaningless or disastrous relationships before four years later I hooked up and married within months, Sophia.

Sultry with Latina or Italian looks, large soulful brown eyes and long black hair, Sophia looked a few years younger than her 27 years when I met her. I was 28 at the time and the only small drawback with Sophia was that she came with a ‘family package’ of a young 10 year old girl, Lucia. But I was in love and lust so much with Sophia that I welcomed Lucia into the fold as if she was my own daughter.

Lucia had a combination of her mother’s stunning dark looks with an oriental twist from her Samoan father – who Sophia had met when he was a London club bouncer, but walked out on the family when Lucia was only four. As a result, Lucia hardly remembers her father, and I happily became the main father figure in her life.

Sophia was insatiable and we had a very active sex life, fucking at every opportunity. She was one of the first women who could take all of my eight-inch cock down her throat, and she would cum almost non-stop when I fucked her, bouncing from one orgasm to the next. She admitted only months into our relationship that she also loved anal, but was nervous trying it with me because of my size.

But trying was half the fun, and after the fourth or fifth time with lots of licking in preparation and tons of lube, I was able to go balls deep in her ass and give her one of the biggest orgasms of her life. Her pussy juice would simply stream out and coat my balls and thighs as I hammered away and she screamed in ecstasy, ‘Oh God, fuck me, fuuuck my ass. FUUUUUCK MEEEE!’

But those glory days were short-lived, as 7 years later, at the age of 34, Sophia was diagnosed with breast cancer, and eighteen months later we lost her. So then it was just me and Lucia alone.

I spent almost a year in a grey funk, unable to shake off my grief, though I reminded myself that I also had to put on a brave face for Lucia who was also grieving terribly. So there were a lot of emotional and consoling hugs between the two of us in that period, though my grief seemed to be more ingrained than Lucia’s and harder to lift out of, with Lucia showing deep concern one day.

‘Have you actually seen anyone else since mum passed away, Garrad? It’s been a year now?’

‘Garrad’ was Lucia’s nickname for me, a cross between Garry and Dad, because neither seemed to fit 100%. I shook my head morosely. ‘No, I haven’t. Don’t think I could face another relationship right now.’

She looked at me thoughtfully. ‘Come on, Garrad, you’re a good looking guy. You can’t sit at home and mope forever.’

‘Just watch me,’ I sighed, looking down again.

Lucia’s hand went on my shoulder then, gently stroking. ‘Mum wouldn’t want to see you like this. She’d want you to find love again, or at least get back in the saddle.’ She gave a gentle smile. ‘It hasn’t stopped me seeing boys this past five or six months.’

I forced a smile as I appraised her. Wearing her normal ‘house-wear’ of only panties with a long T-shirt, it was easy to see why boys fancied her. At 18, she’d turned into a stunning young woman. It couldn’t have been easy for Lucia either, losing her mother just as she was discovering her sexuality and womanhood. So, she was more or less saying that she’d put all of that on hold for six months to handle her grief, and that should have been more or less enough for me. I shook my head. ‘I don’t know. I still don’t think I’m ready yet.’

She shook my shoulder more firmly. ‘Yes, you are. Just that you don’t know it yet. And I’m going to help you.’

Whether intentionally or not, as Lucia leant over to hug me slightly, he thighs parted a fraction, giving me a clearer view of her pink panties beneath her T-shirt. Shamefully, I felt my cock get a bit chubbier in my trousers and I quickly looked away.

The ‘help’ Lucia had in mind was getting me on online dating sites to test the water. I tried my best, more for Lucia’s sake than my own, but there were more failures than success in the eighteen months that followed, and certainly the next ‘love of my life’ remained out of reach.

In contrast, Lucia’s love life seemed to be going full throttle. She seemed to have a different boyfriend every other week and three months shy of her 19th birthday settled into a longer term relationship with Jake, an anglo-Jamaican boy and fellow student at Bournemouth college. A year older than Lucia, I liked Jake and was happy for her.

What didn’t help was the contrast underlined to my own pathetic dating efforts in that period by hearing Lucia and Jake in the bedroom two doors away with Lucia calling out at points, ‘Oh FUCK ME, Jake…. FUUUUUUCK ME. GIVE IT TO ME GOOD.’

That was also the period when Lucia started her ‘at home’ Yoga classes. It started off with just small groups from her college of two or three, then finally expanded to almost forty – all girls and between 18-26 – spread over six days. She only had Sundays off. I’d meanwhile had the downstairs sun room overlooking the pool converted into a purpose built studio with slatted wood flooring.

So during that period, Lucia would walk around in either her Yoga leotard or her usual panties and T-shirt over. I’d discovered porn a while back – Sophia and I loved fucking to it, and I had a large full screen flat TV opposite our bed for that purpose – and it also became a refuge of comfort and release after she died. Even moreso after dates that hadn’t gone well or after spying Lucia and her nubile yoga class in their leotards – there was a narrow strip of glass in the door to the studio, so I’d know when it was occupied. When it wasn’t, I’d go in to lift weights or use the rowing machine at one end.

Then one hot Saturday afternoon, after viewing Lucia and three of her yoga class friends dive into the pool after their class, I fired up my laptop linked to the TV and knocked one out while watching some of my porn favourites. And again one night after hearing Lucia and Jake in a particularly heavy session, with Lucia gasping out, ‘Oh FUCK ME, JAKE…. FUCK ME HARD…. DEEEEPER…. HAAARDER…. FUUUUCK ME’ minutes later I once again had my 8-inch cock lubed up and in my hand as I watched some of my favourite porn videos. And twenty minutes later I was cumming harder than I had for a while, splashing as high as my chest.

A few months later, four months after Lucia’s 19th birthday, I passed by her room and thought I heard gentle sobbing inside. I knocked gently and went in, asking her ‘What was wrong?’

‘Oh, Garrad. Jake and I split up.. She sniffled. ‘And I thought we were so good together, had a future. How wrong was I?’

I gave her a consoling hug. ‘It’s okay, Lucia. You’re still very young. There’ll be other guys you like… and I’m sure one special one is still out there.’

In response to her mumbled, unsure, ‘I don’t know,’ I gave her a firmer hug and pulled back slightly, appraising her. ‘After all, look at you… you’re gorgeous. You’ll have to beat them away from the door with a stick.’ I smiled slyly. ‘Or I will.’

Lucia smiled awkwardly. She was wearing her normal long T-shirt and panties, but the T-shirt had ridden up quite a bit and her panties were in plain view. And this time rather than her normal plain cotton, they were black lace and slightly see-through. I could see her narrow landing strip of dark hair through them and once again felt a stirring in my pants. Feeling ashamed an instant after. Here she was at her most vulnerable, and I was leering at her.

I forced a final reassuring smile and with one last hug, got up. ‘Don’t worry. It’ll get better quickly… you’ll see.’

And it was to get better. A LOT better… though not in a way that I would have ever foreseen.

That turning point came almost two months later, five monhs after my 38th birthday. I’d had yet another frustrating date the night before, so that afternoon I’d promised myself a long porn session. The patio doors to the yoga studio were open and I could hear faint music still drifting out, so assumed Lucia was still busy with her class – so I didn’t trouble to lock my bedroom door.

So there I was with my rock hard cock lubed up, steadily stroking to one of my favourite porn stars, Roxy Lips, when the door suddenly opened behind me.

‘Garrad… Have you seen my…’ Lucia suddenly breaking off as she took in the scene before her: her step-day with cock in hand as he watched porn on a large flat screen.

I froze mid-stroke. ‘I’m sorry, Lucia. You shouldn’t have seen this. I should have locked the door.’

‘Nooo… I’m sorry. It’s your room. I should have knocked first.’ She blushed heavily, but didn’t move, her eyes darting between her stepdad’s cock and the images on screen, seemingly transfixed.

‘Uuuhh,’ I stammered. ‘What was it you were looking for?’

‘I was looking for my blue bikini…. I… I wanted to go for a swim. The last of the class have just left.’

‘Sorry… haven’t seen it.’ I was still mid-stroke, and it seemed odd and surreal us trying to have this normal conversation in this circumstance.

But she hardly seemed to have heard, and I noticed her right hand go absently to her crotch, lightly stroking, as if it had a mind of its own. Her eyes fixed on the screen ahead, darting at points to my cock. She was wearing her normal black leotard after her yoga session. ‘Jeez. This is hot. Look at that guy’s big cock sliding between her lips.’ Her crotch stroking became more insistent.’ Are you imagining that’s your big cock sliding between her lips.’

I simply groaned and shut my eyes for a second, her sultry words and mention of my ‘big cock’ making my cock pulse and harden another notch. I just had to resume stroking for a second. Lucia came and sat on the bed next to me, spreading her thighs.

‘I’ve got to get more comfortable,’ she said breathlessly, pulling the crotch of her leotard to one side and baring her pussy as she started stroking it. ‘I hope you don’t mind.’

It was more of a statement than a request, and I simply groaned again as Lucia’s legs spread and she started stroking her pussy. It was gorgeous with thick brown lips and bright pink in-between. It was already wet and her fingers made slick sounds as they played, one finger now probing inside. ‘Oh. God… we can’t be doing this, Lucia. It’s wrong.’

On screen, Roxy Lips had let the guy slide from her mouth, then laid back with her legs hooked behind her head, as he started to slide his large cock into her pussy, the strokes becoming steady after a moment. I just had to resume stroking my own cock.

‘Why not,’ Lucia said breathlessly. ‘You’re in your own room, doing what a lot of guys do regularly… And God knows you’ve got a lot of reason to with the disastrous couple of years of dating you’ve been through.’ Lucia chuckled. ‘And I’m not one to talk… after all, the last couple of months after the split from Jake, I’ve been jilling off regularly to porn on my laptop. As long as we don’t touch each other, we’re doing nothing wrong.’

The admission from Lucia of jilling off regularly and the accompanying image made my cock lurch harder another fraction. I groaned again as I got back into my stroking rhythm, Lucia’s eyes now more on my cock than the one on screen.

‘Jeez. Your cock is big, Garrad.’ she sighed, her breath catching. ‘Certainly as big as that stud on screen…and he’s a porn star.’ She looked back at the screen. ‘And look at the fucking he’s giving her.’

‘I’m looking… I’m looking,’ I huffed as my stroking picked up a notch.

‘Are you imagining that’s your cock sliding into her pussy…’

‘Yes, yes…. I am.’ Now almost totally out of breath.

Lucia now had two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, her eyes half closed in rapture. ‘Soooo good. SOOOO FUCKING GOOOOD.’ Her pussy was soaking wet, her juices running out. Then she looked thoughtfully again at my cock. ‘If I had access to a cock like that, I wouldn’t want to lose it. What’s wrong with all those women?’

I knew Lucia was referring to all the disastrous dates of the past two years. I shook my head. ‘I don’t know. The sex was usually good, they were more than happy with that. But it was other things, and I was usually the one to end things: too controlling on their part, too fickle, too weird, too paranoid.’ I could see that Lucia was still puzzled. I smiled. ‘And one of them wanted me to be a cuckold and be humiliated while I watched her fuck other men. I told her flat: You’ve got the wrong guy for that. You want a guy with a four inch dick who can’t get it up. With what I’m packing here, most of the new guys you’re fucking will feel the humiliated ones.’

Lucia chuckled. ‘You tell ’em’ Then her eyes glazed over again as she slid her fingers harder in and out. Then she paused suddenly, her eyes fixing more intently on the screen. ‘That girl looks a lot like me.’

‘A little,’ I conceded, sighing.

‘No. She looks a LOT like me.’ Then she looked at me, a sly smile rising. ‘Is that what you were imagining while stroking your big cock to this? That it was me with my lips wrappped around it. Me with my wet pussy lips sliding up and down your beautiful cock?’

I groaned again. Hardly any point in denying it. She’d caught me red – or in this case cock- handed. ‘Yes,’ I muttered, exhaling. ‘I’m sorry, Lucia.’

She smiled a second more at my discomfort. ‘Don’t feel sorry. I’m flattered you think I’m that hot.’

‘You’ve no idea,’ I spluttered, shuddering.

‘I think I have. I think your red hot, throbbing cock is telling me how hot you think I am.’ Her sly smile returned. ‘But now knowing that, I think I should put on more of a show for you.’

I knitted my brow as I watched her lift up and pop the three fasteners at the crotch of her leotard, sliding it up to her waist and then leaning back and hooking her legs up by her shoulders, mirroring Roxy Lips on screen. Her pussy was wide open to me now and glistening with pussy juice, her cute butthole also now winking at me. She then slid two fingers back into her pussy. ‘Like what you see, Garrad?’

‘Oh, God…. YEESSS! Your gorgeous, Lucia.’ I couldn’t help stroking firmer and harder, matching the rythm of Lucia’s fingers and the action on screen.

‘So, can you imagine it’s me you’re fucking now rather than the girl on screen…. your hard, throbbing cock sliding deep into my juicy pussy?’

‘Yes, I can, Lucia…. you feel so hot and wet…. Oh FUCK….. FUUUUCK.’ I felt the first tingles rising in my balls.

‘So, fuck me harder, Garrad. HARRRRDER. FUUUCK ME HARRDER. MAKE ME CUM.’

Like me, Lucia’s breath was also starting to fall short, her eyelids heavy as she worked herself towards orgasm. ‘I can feel your cock inside me now, HOT AND THROBBING, touch every nerve ending…. Yes… YES…. FUUUCK ME…. FUUUCK ME.’ And then, her body trembling, a faint sheen of sweat covering her body, she came, her pussy juice flooding out from around her fingers, streaming down her bottom and thighs.

I would have been there with her a second after myself, but at that moment she sat up, asking, ‘Where’s he going to put his cock now.?’

On screen, the stud had slipped out of her pussy and was pushing her back even more, squirting some lube out and rubbing it around her asshole.

‘It’s going up her ass,’ I said breathlessly. I’d seen this video a score of times before so knew practically every second.

‘Oh, epic,’ She breathed. Then she stood up suddenly and moved away. ‘Pause this there. I won’t be a minute.’

‘Okay.’ So again I was frozen mid-stroke. When she returned a minute later she was holding a flesh coloured, life-like dildo which appeared to be about 7 or so inches long. She reached over to the lube dispenser and lubed up the large cock, leaning back again and poising it by her pussy. Then she nodded at me.

‘Okay. You can play again now.’

I released play as she slid the dildo home in her pussy, then commenced slow and even strokes back and forth, the slickness of her pussy easing the motion. her pussy streaming even more. ‘Oh, GOD… YEEEES.’ Then as on screen the stud’s dick slid slowly into Roxy’s ass. ‘Is that what you imagine while your wanking? Your big cock sliding into my ass?’

‘Yes… YES. Oh, GOD…. YEEESSS.’ I could feel the tingling returning.

‘But right now your big cock is fucking my pussy…. because I need it wet first before sliding it SLOOOOWLY up my ass.’ Then on the last stretched vowel, she reached out for a dab more lube, rubbed it in and around and then started sliding the dildo inch by inch up her ass. ‘OH… OH…. FEELS SOOOO good. Can you feel it Garrad, feel my ass gripping your cock as you slide it all the way in. Getting ready to FUCK ME senseless with it.’

‘Yes…. yeeees. I can,’ I gasped. ‘Feels SOOOOO goood., your ass soooo hot. Oh FUCK, FUCK…. FUUUCK.’ The tingling had returned, building up in my balls like a freight train.

‘Exactly, Garrad. Soooo fucking hot.’ Then as the last inch slid into her ass. ‘Now FUCK ME, GARRAD…. FUCK ME HAAAARD. And don’t stop until I cum.’

‘Yes…. Yeeesss.’ I stroked harder and firmer in time with the motion of the dildo and the action of Roxy Lips getting butt-fucked on screen. At some point, Lucia had eased down the top of her leotard, baring her breasts, one hand now pinching at her dark, erect nipples. Like Roxy on screen, she was somewhere between a 32 and 34 B or C. I could tell that Lucia was building towards another orgasm and I was pretty close myself. ‘Oh, FUCK ME, LUCIA, YOU’RE GORGEOUS…. SOOOO HOT WITH YOUR JUICY ASS GRIPPING AND SLIDING ON MY COCK…. OH FUUUUCK…. FUUUUCK.’

Lucia’s eyes rolled back slightly and her body started trembling again with another orgasm building. ‘OH FUCK….. FUUUCK. FUUUUUUCK. YEEEES. FUCK my ass with your gorgeous cock. You’re SOOOOOO hard. FUUUCK! I can feel every nerve in my ass pulsing around your big cock. Can you feel it?’

I nodded numbly. ‘Fuuuck YEEEES. You’re a dream Lucia…. Your ass is soooo HOT. FUUUUCK!’

‘Keep fucking me…. Don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m cuuumming! CUUUMMING sooooo fucking hard. FUCK ME, FUCK ME…. FUUUUUCK ME!’ Then the damn broke, a flood of pushy juice spilling out and splashing against my chest.

‘OH, FUUUUUCK. Your ass is soooo tight and hot. FUUUCK YEES! YEEEES!’ That triggered my own orgasm, the tingling rising uncontrollably in my balls and ropes of white jism splashing out high on my chest, mingling with Lucia’s pussy juice.

We were totally breathless for a moment, leaning against each other – the first moment we’d touched – eyes searching each other lustfully and soulfully for a moment as we fought to get our breath back. I smiled gently. ‘My God… that was good.’

‘Good? GOOD? That was fucking awesome.’

There was a frozen moment when I caught her eyeing the jism on my chest, probably thinking of licking it up in the same way I was contemplating sucking out all the juices from her pussy. But we managed to resist that final temptation, Lucia pulling away as she stood up.

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‘So, same time tomorrow afternoon,’ she said with a smile.

‘I’m sorry. I’ve got a meeting tomorrow that will hold me up until late. So maybe in two day’s time?’

‘Yes, okay. It’s a date. Besides, if we went at it like that every night, we’d be worn out before the end of the week.’ Then she smiled and walked away, not troubling to refasten the crotch of her leotard, her cute bubble-butt bare and still coated with her juices, some of it glistening on her thighs.

As the door closed, I eased out one last guttural groan, not sure if I was headed to heaven or hell.

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