Literotic asexstories – Step-Daughter Slut School 07 by Author_Kate_Granger,Author_Kate_Granger I woke up before Keith, stretching tight muscles and sinews slowly and carefully while enjoying his ripped physique. Our bed bathed in direct sunlight from a slightly opened curtain. We’d fucked each other mercilessly through the night, making up for years of pent up sexual desire.
Keith was magnificent and claimed I was as well, but inexperience showed at times. The occasional rasping of my teeth against the soft tissues of my fiancee’s glans made him flinch, although dad never complained. Sometimes, I slid my swollen pussy up and down his cock a little too fast, causing it to flop out.
It felt good and I don’t just mean the sex. Having my man in bed all night, kissing him, spooning and being able to make love as much as we wanted was the most sensual and uplifting experience of my life.
I slid carefully from underneath our duvet, succeeding in not wakening my lover. My running gear was in the living room where I’d left it to sneak out quietly for a run. I dressed excitedly because the morning was crisp, bright, and perfect for a four-mile jaunt around Fanbury Hall woodland park.
I left a note for Keith and set off.
After one mile of pounding a soft woodland trail, I realized how much I’d missed running. The effort of class attendance, homework and intensive time with Keith had been exhausting but worth it to catalyse our relationship.
Clarity came more easily when I was running, enjoying a stiff, chilly breeze on my face. My thoughts wandered, picking up on major life events of the past few days, linking them, processing and better understanding changes to my psyche.
My happiness felt absolute. I was growing up fast and life felt more vibrant, with good fortune and opportunity in infinite volume.
I turned a corner, running into thicker forest where the track narrowed and it became darker. In the shadows of some giant pine trees, I could barely see the forest floor, stumbling a little while, heading for the light ahead.
A loud chanting stopped me in my tracks, and I walked slowly to where my path led into a clearing.
What I saw in the brightness shocked me to the core. I staggered into the clearing, waving my arms.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
“Ahh, Hannah. What a pleasant surprise.”
“Are you ff-fu-”
“Fucking all these men on a stone altar in a pagan ritual?”
“Yes.”
“Absolutely I am.”
“Jesus Trixy, that’s a lot o-”
“Of cock? Yes. I’m a couple of fuck buddies short today, but six bulls are enough to get my weekend off to a flying start. Feel free to watch our performance, but I have to carry on.”
In the middle of a sun washed clearing, Trixy lay back down on a stone altar with her pussy dangling an inch off one end while her head cradled downwards in a hollowed out part of the rock at the other.
Two swains fucking my headmistress smiled at me, then slid their cocks back inside the holes Trixy willingly provided. A simple crick of her neck allowed one guy to slide at least six inches of cock down her throat, while the other continued fucking her pussy hard and fast.
Both of the headmistresses ankles were restrained by stiff, uncomfortable looking leather cuffs with strong climbing ropes attached to steel loops. The ropes were strung out at least ten metres to either side of Trixy, secured on strong tree boughs where the swains had tightened them, spreading her legs wide open before tying off.
She was splayed wide open and looked awesome while being fucked by six guys, all wearing brilliant white monks’ robes. I sat down with my back to a tree watching with morbid fascination while the men gently, lovingly and ritualistically fucked Trixy one after another.
She moaned, whimpered and almost screamed at times, allowing each guy to empty their seed inside her mouth and pussy, swallowing at one end, dribbling semen liberally from her hole, down the stone altar side at the other.
When she reached the final pair of fuck buddies, my headmistress glanced over and smiled lasciviously at me. I stood up, waved goodbye, having seen enough, and continued my run, taking a shortcut because I needed my dad’s cock soon.
Inside school I almost sprinted along corridors, then upstairs, babbling excitedly when I bumped into dad as he exited our shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. I kissed him before he welcomed me, slipping the knot on a towel standing between me and the cock I intended fucking.
“Fuck me quickly please, dad. I need your cock inside me so much right now.”
“What happened, Hannah?”
“Six guys were fucking Trixy on a stone altar in the woods. Fuck me now, please, I’ll explain later.”
I tore off my running gear and leaped onto the bed, quickly getting down on all fours, shuffling my slit into a doggy position my dad couldn’t ignore. My knees were spread wide and pussy was pointed high with both elbows planted, and I had a pillow nearby to stifle any screams if necessary.
“Please dad. I feel like a slut.”
“Okay Hannah sweetheart, no problem. I’m weirded out by Trixy and what you said.”
“It was beautiful Keith, she was beautiful, and they fucked her so respectfully.”
When dad’s cock slid gently inside my wet pussy, fireworks exploded inside my head. I needed to be reamed hard and thrust my ass backwards expectantly, taking Keith’s stiff shaft deep inside my cunt. I bowed my head, grimacing slightly from the bloated feeling inside that already ached gently from my first night of fucking, but I desperately needed more relief.
My step-dad clawed at the silken skin and flesh around my ass, opening a submissive vulnerability when parting both my cheeks wide. He fucked me hard and steady, slapping his balls off my thighs, always making sure I got every millimeter of cock until I hit a tumultuous orgasm. Dad scratched my itch, finally satisfying a fluttering tickle that began in the woods from watching another woman gang banged.
Once he emptied his seed inside me, I relaxed, laying flat on the bed while he topped me, leaning in a twitching cock, decanting the few last drops of warm baby maker juice inside me.
“Are you satisfied?”
“Very?”
“A gang bang turned you on then, Hannah?”
“Watching Trixy being handled by those guys was crazy, dad.”
“I’m sure she was magnificent. Perhaps we should shower and get ready now?”
“Yeah, we don’t want to be late for mom and Steve.”
I briefly washed dad’s cock before showering alone. My anxiety levels rose because I hadn’t fully agreed with Keith’s impromptu and somewhat rushed decision to invite mom to Fanbury for a discussion about futures. He reassured me Cindy was very mature about matters of the heart and wanted a way out of their marriage as much as he did.
But I still worried.
“Trixy allocated us a common room. She gave me a key so we could be assured privacy.”
“That’s cool, dad. Have you planned out what to say to mom yet?”
“Not in any real detail, but the bottom line is that we both want a divorce.”
“Okay then, let’s do this.”
We held hands walking through school corridors wearing sensible clothes and without my ponytail inserted. I felt less confident without my plume and thought perhaps I should have worn the butt plug component on its own underneath my jeans.
Mom’s friendly, happy mask dropped the instant she saw us holding hands, so I clenched Keith’s harder, giving him confidence.
“Hi mom.”
“Hi baby girl, it’s good to see you.”
She hugged me, and although the forced smile returned, I could tell she was shaken to the core.
“Dad has a room for us to meet privately. It’s just along the hall.”
We strolled in silence past girls heading out for sports practice with their step-dads. Mom spotted the uniforms I’d avoided lest it spark a row.
“What the fuck are with these ponytails?”
The way she said it felt odd, like she wasn’t really all that surprised but wanted to say something to express that she was.
When she said it, Trixy rounded a corner of our corridor in front, marching directly towards us in full tweed suited headmistress mode.
“Language Cindy. These ponytails are the same ones we had when you studied at Fanbury. I see we didn’t rid you of that terrible potty mouth.”
Dad and I halted in the corridor like a derailed locomotive. The heart stopping moment became real instantly and was easily one of my life’s big pile-ups as the blood drained from my hands, leaving them cold. I turned to face my mother, who looked white as a ghost while timidly accepting Trixy’s handshake.
“You were a pupil here, mom?”
“B-b-b-but, I, oh wow… umm… err.”
“Allow me to answer for Cindy, Hannah. Yes… your mom was here as a pupil. She was one of my first as a new teacher and form mistress. She wasn’t anywhere nearly as well behaved as you, though.”
Trixy stared at my mom without fear or favor, mildly amused by our complicated situation.
“Am I right Cindy?”
“Oh Trixy, Jesus… I never imagined you were still here.”
“Am I right Cindy? You were a very naughty girl?”
“Yes, I was.”
My mom hopped nervously from one foot to the other while dad laughed loudly part from shock, but mostly because the situation was comic. One stern glance from Trixy closed him down, and I tugged his hand, conveying a meaning that he really ought to melt away like me.
“How have you been Cindy?”
“Very well, thank you, Trixy.”
“I doubt that. You’ve lost a husband and misplaced his replacement it seems.”
She leaned sideways and stared down the corridor past mom, looking for Steve Thompson. I noticed his absence too, wondering if he hadn’t the hutzpah for our meeting. Mom’s eyes looked sad, and she stared down at the floor.
“He left because we weren’t compatible.”
“I warned you this would happen if you made poor choices.”
“Yes, you did. I’ve made many mistakes.”
“You need a girl in your life. The right one will make you very happy.”
I froze almost completely, terrified that I’d heard Trixy incorrectly while praying I had. Cindy looked at me anxiously and with unrestrained sorrow, biting her bottom lip. Dad looked stunned, and I felt like my life was swirling around the inside of a toilet bowl while flushing.
“Did you just say my mom is a lesbian, Trixy?”
“Oh yes. Completely one hundred percent pussy licking gold, that one is. Granted, Cindy likes cock occasionally like I do, but she much prefers spending an hour in a romantic setting sucking a mouth full of juicy labia.”
I’d grown familiar with Trixy’s choice of words. She used shock and awe tactics to convey her point and meaning. My head snapped from one to the other and I noticed our headmistress’ thumb rub tenderly across the back of mom’s hand.
Dad saw it too and I think in that moment, any fear he had in telling mom about us was extinguished. He pulled me and mom down the corridor with Trixy in tow.
“Let’s use our private meeting room. I’m not having my family skeletons rattling around a corridor full of other pupils.”
Inside the form room it felt peaceful, but honestly, a battlefield in full gory horror would be less terrifying than the moment my whole life smashed into a brick wall.
“You never liked men?”
“It wasn’t like that, Hannah.”
“What was it like then, mom? You made a mistake getting pregnant, then spent a lifetime making me unhappy because of it?”
She looked shocked and hurt. Mom clearly didn’t realize what a confrontational, nasty asshole she’d been. She stepped closer, examining me, and I saw more sadness in her eyes.
“Was I that bad of a mother?”
“You weren’t cruel, but your unhappiness was the toxicity that destroyed our family.”
“Seems it worked out fine for you, Hannah. I saw you and Keith holding hands and yeah, it was a shock to think of you both as a couple, but I’ve got to say, I think it works. Keith was the nicest father you could have had, and I’m sure he’ll be that, and a lot more to you as a husband. Oh… nice ring, by the way.”
She opened her handbag and handed a small ziplock bag to Keith. It contained wedding and engagement rings.
“I won’t contest a divorce. We should both move on. Hopefully, I’ll be invited to the wedding, Keith.”
“What happened with Steve?”
“Steve and me would never work out. I told him I needed something different, and he bolted. Trixy is right. I’m sorry I hurt you and made things difficult.”
“Why Steve instead of me? Why have an affair with another man?”
“I thought you were the problem in my life, but it was always me. I’m the one to blame for every sadness. I didn’t want to admit that I wanted to be with a woman.”
“I wouldn’t go that far, Cindy. You weren’t a terrible wife.”
Mom turned to me with tears welling up in her eyes. I was still in a state of shock, but now was a moment to evolve emotionally, forgive, and get on with my life.
“You were a loving mother, albeit somewhat angry.”
“I’m sorry Hannah.”
“It’s in the past. You obviously know about me and Keith.”
“I’ve known you had feeling for him years ago. You two were inseparable. I’m surprised it took so long for you to bed him… I’m glad you found each other and especially here, with Trixy.”
Trixy sidled up beside my mom, wrapping an arm around her waist. She gazed affectionately and confidently into Cindy’s face, wiping a few tears rolling down her cheek.
“I still have your ponytail, Cindy.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Would you like to wear it? I can fit you now, maybe even give you half an hour to reacquaint yourself on my pussy, although Hannah will attest to that being a little messy right now.”
“Oh, may I Trixy? Please?”
“Of course, sweetie. You can stay in my private quarters and become the teachers’ pet you always wanted to. If you behave for the next week, I’ll take you to the stone altar in my woods for some boy fun together.”
I gasped as Cindy turned into a classic submissive Fanbury Girl. While frozen in time, I was cognizant that my mom was about to fuck our headteacher, ridding any further need for a conversation about me and dad.
Anxiety lifted from my shoulders and I melted in happiness when Trixy led her new lover from our form room.
When they were gone, I stared at dad who chuckled and leaned on a wooden desk.
“Did you really have no idea about mom being a lesbian?”
“None at all, but it explains everything.”
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