Literotic asexstories – Step-Daughter Slut School 06 by Author_Kate_Granger,Author_Kate_Granger I stared at my step-dad amid tumultuous celebration around us. The din of a hundred girls and their guardians was incredible. Keith kneeled before me again and I stepped forward, clutching his head to my stomach in euphoric delight. I couldn’t help twisting my ring finger around so I could see it, admiring the engagement gift he’d left me over lunchtime to collect.
“Why are you kneeling down, dad?”
“I have something to say, darling.”
“Please go ahead.”
“You took up residence in my heart a long time ago and the key was lost to all others then. I am yours to enjoy for all the days of our lives, Hannah.”
I dropped to my knees with tears rolling down my cheeks. My emotions exploded with new feelings rampaging my body and mind. Our love was not new, we both had grown to understand that over the past few days, but I was glad it had not blossomed as it did now until I’d reached an appropriate age. My chest heaved almost painfully, weighed down by the immense, intense love I felt for the man who raised me and became my lover.
When I kissed Keith, he broke down openly too, and I knew an entire world of us waiting to love each other was finally over. We could be together, now and forever, with nobody able to prise us apart. My lips brushed against his like gentle surf washing pebbles on a beach. The refreshing vibrancy of his trembling tongue reached into my mouth, electrifying and stimulating my heart.
My body trembled with excitement as every sense heightened and arousal drove my psyche and the warmth between my legs.
I ignored the screams of excitement around me, noting that Trixy and the teaching staff had formed a protective circle around us, holding back a thronging, amorphous mass, desperate to celebrate with us. The headmistress smiled at me like the mother mine should have been, proud and happy for my good fortune.
Keith and I kissed again and then twice more with explosive passion that sent flutters from my stomach, tingling through my body like tiny ripples on the otherwise still surface of a millpond in my heart.
“You can take my virginity any time you’d like, daddy.”
“Can we wait until we’re alone in our bed, please, Hannah? I wanted us to enjoy dinner before. I need this time to be special for both of us.”
“I hoped you might say that, dad. It feels like you value me and the gift I have for you a lot more. That being said… I’m a bit turned on right now because of your marriage proposal.”
“How can I help, baby girl?”
I stared at him, looked around at the crowd who were silenced and hanging on our every word.
“Would you mind licking my pussy, please?”
“Of course, but where should we go?”
“Right here.”
“In front of everyone?”
“Yes please, and with my new pony tail on display.”
“I’d love to.”
“They have a queening stool we could use. I’ll ask Trixy if we can have it.”
“How appropriate for my future bride and queen.”
When dad stood up, hauling me to my feet, I turned to Trixy, who was already holding the black tubular steel stool with a twin panel red mesh elastic seat. She smiled, waved the stool suggestively, and I nodded.
“Great choice, Hannah. You and Keith will be very happy and it’s fabulous that your first sexual act as the school’s Head Girl will be to mount your fiancee using a queening throne.”
“You just called him Keith.”
“Yes, of course. He’s entirely yours to manage now. I think your submissive style works perfectly, putting you in the driving seat of the relationship. I can’t be his dominant any longer.”
“What does being Head Girl mean, Trixy?”
“You can finish up the months’ course with your fiancee and then join our school faculty. Once you finish college, you can come back on full tenure here. You and Keith can keep the apartment and I’ll assign some teaching duties temporarily until you choose that the time is right to come home.”
“Home?”
“Yes, Hannah. I was the only other Head Girl in the history of Fanbury Hall, so I guess you know what that means.”
“I could be headmistress one day?”
“Yes dear. Yours will be the first wedding we’ve hosted at the school ever. You are the finest student couple we’ve had.”
I took the queening stool from Trixy in a daze and strolled back to my step-dad. The excited dining hall crowd had settled down, but my teachers still formed a vigilant circle around us without their arms interlinked. Everyone looked happy for me and my step-dad, lifting my heart.
“I’d like you and I to be naked, Keith.”
“In front of everyone?”
“Yes, please, and we’ll do it on top of the central dining table.”
“Where the teachers sit?”
“Yeah. Let’s show everyone what true love looks like, dad.”
“Okay baby girl. We’ll do it.”
We both had great physiques and, frankly, I loved other girls ogling my step-father’s striated, rippling muscles and his enormous stiff cock. Showing him off was my guilty pleasure, almost an announcement that I realized my good fortune.
When he peeled off his boxer briefs, I noticed several girls with drooling mouths agape amid many other impressed faces. I left the newly affixed brilliant white ponytail dangling from my back passage, admiring its reflection in the dining hall windows as it swished against my thighs. It looked beautiful and felt like a fitting expression of my maiden status.
I knew already that this new ponytail was supposed to be smeared with my hymen blood, if there was any or a taint of red nail varnish if there wasn’t. That could only be done once my step-dad split the hymen I desperately wanted him to take soon.
Keith lay down on the teacher’s dining table with his cock pointing towards the ceiling. I saw pre-cum pooling in and around the wrinkly folds of his foreskin, so I bent over, gripped his shaft with my spare hand and peeled him back before sucking the engorged glans clean. A few bobs of my head up and down his cock did the job for now, providing my mouth with a musky saline explosion that got an embryonic tickle of orgasm moving along.
I placed the queening stool over my step-dad’s face, making sure the split between two mesh seating panels was perfectly lined up with his tongue. The teachers had taken their seats at the dining table like sentinel knights around King Arthur’s court. Trixy and Miss Redpath stood on the highly polished wooden surface, taking one of my hands each, helping me squat gently onto my throne.
I shuffled around slightly, easing both swollen, pouting labia through the crack between elastic panels. My handlers had returned to their seats while the girl students and their guardians crowded behind them.
I felt both pussy lips brush gently against my step-dad’s mouth, but he wouldn’t eat me until that was sanctioned through ritual. Keith knew from a theory lesson that the practice of queening demanded complete submission of the cunnilingus provider. Only when I bid him permission, would Keith be allowed to enjoy his feast.
My ponytail draped through the seat crack, beautifully adorning my step-father’s head. I thought it looking like me crowning him and that drove my arousal even higher. I was buzzing inside like a vibrating toy. Every organ in my body seemed to relax and bathe in a glorious sunrise of love between me and dad.
I glanced at Trixy, remembering the ritual words she’d taught us. I stared at her and spoke in a respectful tone.
“Mother, this man wishes to take me.”
“Yes, my dear, what question do you have?”
“Mother, may I?”
“Yes you may, Hannah.”
“Mother, this man wishes to pray at my altar, beneath the queening throne.”
“Yes, my dear, he really does. What question do you have?”
“Mother, may I?”
“Yes you may, Hannah.”
My nervousness evaporated. The rituals were there to add gravitas to special moments by using tried and tested playbooks. I felt positively ascendent and, by the looks of my step-dad, so was he.
“Step-father, what question do you have?”
“Step-daughter, may I?”
“Yes dad, you may.”
I released the tension lever attached to a tubular steel pole beside me and felt my body slump two inches lower. The seat panels naturally splayed wider open and my pussy instantly became more easily accessible to Keith.
He plowed his tongue as deep inside my hole as possible, breaking the surface tension of a bubble filled with juices that were being held back by two swollen lips that formed a tight slit.
I felt liquid sluice gently from my pussy hole and heard my step-father drink it. When I tensed slightly to squirt a tiny unicorn pee, just for fun and exhibitionism, my step-dad swallowed, whimpered and wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling them wider open and me further down onto his face.
He licked me from the ridges of my anal whorl, through the smooth perineum and along my creamy furrow until my step-dad sucked and nibbled gently on an engorged clitoris, raising her higher from a protective skin pouch.
I orgasmed sharply when Keith flicked the tip of his tongue across my clitoris from side to side, changing to a vertical stroke, before circling and curling his tongue around the hard nub. I shuddered like crazy, consumed by uncontrollable ripples that swept thorough my muscles and sinews, tightening them in ecstasy.
I screamed my deepest desire while Keith serviced my pussy as though he were a knight commanded by his queen. He played the submissive role so exquisitely that I wondered if switch play might work if played out more frequently for us.
“I want to be eaten.”
“I want to consume you, Hannah.”
When I hit a massive orgasm, there was no holding back the full glands of nectar or the bloated unicorn pee filled bladder that everyone watched squirting repeatedly into my step-dad’s mouth. I screamed, kneading both tits before twisting my nipples to the point of considerable pain that bizarrely, I wanted more of. Keith sucked and swallowed my loving orgasmic yield until its fountain ran dry.
When he cleaned my pussy, a roar went up in the room as all the other girls celebrated our love. I stood up, removed the chair, and lay down on Keith, wrapped between his legs in a loving tryst. While kissing my lover, fiancee and step-father, I felt all the love in the world and the happiness of a woman in orgasmic afterglow.
We dressed in private using Trixy’s office while she coiled and handed me a rope.
“It’s for the steel hook in the ceiling above your bed.”
“I guessed that.”
“I find it’s the best position to take every millimeter of your man’s cock. Good luck splitting the hymen together, sweetheart. We haven’t known each other long, but it’s obvious to me you are a wonderful person. Keith is too, and he loves you with all his heart.”
“He really does, Trixy. I can feel it.”
“Don’t forget he is your step-father, so there will be difficult times ahead with other people. There’s a divorce to manage. You and your mom must decide whether you have a future and finally a wedding to organize here. If you need help, please call me.”
I liked that my step-dad never interfered in my interactions with others, waiting to be prompted by me for his guidance or opinion. I’d seen other couples where the girl looked miserable, coupling with an overbearing step-father. As I glanced sideways at Keith when we strolled hand in hand to the next lesson, a feeling of comfort descended on me like a warm blanket on a cold day.
The rest of the day went by as a blur. Trixy gave me special dispensation to wear my ponytail for as long as I wished. I enjoyed it for another hour, loving when other girls swished it gently as I passed or those who stooped down low to admire its color from close up.
When dad removed the butt plug, my sphincter was well stretched and felt a little sore, but I vowed to wear it, fully switched on when he split my hymen.
After lessons my step-dad and I showered together, agreeing to avoid any sexual contact until it was time for him to fuck me. He wore the suit from my high school graduation and I wore a beautiful baby blue, ankle length satin gown with gold embroidery applique on its hem. Keith had bought me a string of pink pearls on his trip out to the jewelers, commenting on how beautiful I looked when I was fully dressed.
I struggled with a soaking wet gusset through our roasted sea bass main course and a fluffy chocolate mousse dessert. When offered wine, I refused, enjoying my sobriety aside from a glass of champagne the night prior.
“I want to be sober always, Keith.”
“Me too Hannah. You make me want to be a better man.”
“Oh Jesus, dad… we need to go.”
“Why?”
“What you just said is the final straw for me. You have to fuck me or I’ll explode into a supernova.”
“Let’s go darling. We’ve waited long enough.”
We scampered from the restaurant like teenage kids in love with me, lifting my dress to avoid stumbling. Keith carried me upstairs, vaulting them two at a time, never faltering while cradling me lovingly in his powerful arms.
Inside our apartment, he kissed me, then stepped backwards, stripping his clothes off while I watched. When he was naked, Keith kneeled and helped remove my shoes, kissing up my legs, planting his moist lips on my thighs, rolling the baby blue fabric upwards as he went. I unzipped my dress, saving him the trouble, stepping out seductively.
My step-dad planted his face into the lacy French knickers that had become damp from my continued arousal. He breathed in deeply, as though his life depended on it, whimpering like a puppy desperate for mommy when he exhaled.
I raised his hands, encouraging my step-dad to remove the lacy underwear restraining my pussy. I unhooked my bra, discarding that while dad slid thumbs in either side of my knicker waist band, peeling them down slowly. A wet gusset pulled lightly against his tugging, unwilling to easily release my pouting labia.
“You caused that problem, fiancee.”
“It’s a nice problem for me to have, Hannah.”
“You’ll have to pull harder.”
He tugged again, sliding his nose into the fabric that was soaked with my nectar. When he licked my gusset, then dabbed his tongue inside my slit, I rose to the heavens, glistening like a star.
“Please, daddy. I’m desperate to be fucked.”
He slid my knickers down to the ankles, where I stepped out of them. Keith pressed his face into my pussy, breathing deeply once more before he carried me to my final resting bed as a virgin.
He laid on the bed with a cock standing upright, so proud that it hit me with a hedonistic tsunami of desire, wreaking havoc inside my reproductive organs. I felt crazy fluttering as though I were sat on a jackhammer pounding the tarmac. I’d already looped the nylon rope Trixy gave me around a steel hook in our ceiling.
“I knew what this hook was for when I first saw it, Keith.”
“I didn’t even realize it was there, Hannah.”
“It’s for me to enjoy you and finally give up the gift I always kept for you, step-father.”
I fed my hands through loops on the rope, twisting them until they wrapped around my wrists tightly. After I swung my weight on the hook, I moved around until squatting my dripping, swollen labia over my step-dad’s cock.
When I lowered myself until his cock head split my soaking labia, I rocked back and forth while Keith held his cock steady. I was plowing my own furrow up and down with the only cock that would ever fuck me.
He made a slight circular motion, gripping his cock at its base while I pressed my clitoris onto his exposed glans. I was almost at a climax and decided my next orgasm must be while my cunt was impaled on my step-father’s shaft.
I raised my ass up slightly, then lowered myself onto his enormous cock while eyeballing him. My step-dad never disappointed me, shooting back a confident stare that spoke only of his love for me. My pussy stretched wide to receive her first and only visitor. I felt a slight ache inside as my hole expanded to allow passage to my step-dad’s giant cock, but that was washed away by extreme pleasure.
My pink cathedral exalted as I took the first inch of dad’s cock. I felt some resistance inside and Keith smiled up at me.
“That’s your hymen. The doctor said it was hardly torn.”
“Time to rip it apart then, daddy.”
When I slid down his cock, splitting the precious hymen, Keith smiled the most beautiful expression of love I’d ever seen in real life or in the movies. I felt a pinch inside, then stinging pain before extreme pleasure as my pussy walls sheathed the only cock I ever wanted.
“Fuck… your pussy is so tight, baby girl.”
“Am I really daddy? It feels so full inside me and I’ve still got halfway to go.”
I lowered my pussy down his cock until my swollen, throbbing clitoris rubbed into his pubic bush. I ground down hard on the bone, feeling the shape of my step-dad’s cock engrave itself into my soft tissue walls as I hit an orgasm, staring at dad desperately.
He sat upright and pulled my ass down harder, sinking his cock inside even deeper as my reproductive organs rearranged. My step-dad sucked, then bit down hard, chewing on my solid, sore nipples, causing rippling explosions through my body while I tossed my head and hair as though gripped by a hurricane.
Keith helped me slide back up his cock, tearing what was left of my hymen while the walls of my cunt squeezed and gripped him tightly. I noticed the white creamy lines of my pussy lubricant slathered on his cock were stained pink and felt glad I could authentically stain the pure white of my ponytail.
Dad reached around and gave my white plume a half twist. The incredible sensation of my anal plug vibrated hard against Keith’s cock as I slid back down its entire shaft. It was the most pleasure I’d ever felt, and I hummed with delight. He maintained a seating position helping me when I pulled upwards by clenching my ass cheeks, prising them apart and taking some of the weight.
My orgasm rolled through continuous lulls and spikes as I was deflowered by an excellent and exquisite lover. For a moment I enjoyed the taboo of fucking the man who had raised me from a baby, but also, to my shame, I enjoyed taking this fine husband and father from my mom. She might have fucked him many times, but never appreciated what she had.
I was being reamed, using my arms, quadriceps, and Keith’s powerful hands to pummel my cunt up and down the full length of his magnificent cock. I couldn’t get enough and knew then that Keith must fuck me every day, including through the heat of my period.
When Keith stared desperately at me, I released both hands, collapsed on top of him, slamming my cunt hard and fast up and down his cock as though wanking my lover. I kissed him, whispered my love into his ear and begged my step-dad to fill me with his semen.
I fucked him harder when his cock jerked and twitched madly inside my pussy, enjoying the warm rush of seed from a man who would impregnate me one day. The primal sense I had from deep inside my womb as I orgasmed in tune with my step-dad confirmed and celebrated my life choices.
Keith’s eyes spoke to how much he wanted me to have his children. I saw his heart on fire, felt it pounding through a solid chest while his cock decanted its precious bounty deep inside my pussy.
I didn’t dare move for fear of dribbling cum on the bed. Dad carried me to the toilet while still impaled on his cock, holding me over the bowl while pink semen drained from my gaping wide hole, splattering the glossy, brilliant white ceramic surface below.
When we returned to bed, dad was already stiff again, so he fucked me missionary style. I felt evolved, mature and in love when he pounded my tight pussy with his rock hard cock, emptying more seed inside me.
Through the night we bathed together, fucked at least six more times and until my pussy ached and his glans was red raw. We spooned, cuddled facing each other, kissed and nestled together between making love. When I talked, my step-father listened, and I realized he was the only parent who ever had.
“I’m so happy, Keith.”
“Me too. I’m glad we have the weekend free.”
“More love making?”
“Yes, but also planning. I want my divorce underway next week, plans for you to attend the college of your choice, a remote working system for me, and to discuss anything you feel is important.”
“You’re the most incredible man in the world, dad.”
“You’re the only girl I ever loved, Hannah.”
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