Step-Daughter Slut School 09 by Author_Kate_Granger

Step-Daughter Slut School 09 by Author_Kate_Granger

Explore the tantalizing world of “Step-Daughter Slut School 09” by Author Kate Granger. This gripping adult tale delves into forbidden desires and complex relationships, promising an exhilarating read for those seeking provocative storytelling. Dive in and discover the boundaries pushed between attraction and taboo!

As we walked back to our apartment, I felt a heightened sense of arousal. My body trembled slightly, as though my sex drive was fully engaged on a hair trigger, waiting to power forward. Hormones surged through my body, provoking lewd thoughts about my step-dad and me, and somewhere deep inside my psyche, a tiny voice begged to be fucked over and over.

I’d just had my pussy licked by an experienced lover and beautiful woman who was already, or might be, or was about to be, my mother’s lover.

Then I wanked off my step-father in the milking parlor.

It was Saturday which was a free practice day where girls dictated the pace and activities of each couples romantic and sex lives. I wanted to fuck my step-dad all day long and was only just getting started. I didn’t know whether Keith noticed any sexual tension in my expression or through trembling fingers crushing his hand, but his sidelong glances suggested he knew something was awry.

“I want you to fuck me in our bed please, Keith.”

“Are you okay, Hannah?”

“Let’s get inside the apartment and discuss this. I’m frightened that things are becoming too wild.”

“It’s been a hectic week with hectic changes. I’m hardly surprised.”

I hadn’t got fully through the apartment door before turning around and leaping into dad’s arms, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. He returned my kiss, gripping both ass cheeks with clawing fingers, gently removing my ponytail and buttplug while making sure our lips and tongues never stopped tantalizing each other.

“I need to reconnect with you, Keith.”

“Why are you so desperate honey?”

“I feel off balance. You mentioned about being my safe place. I need that security right now. Please reclaim me, dad.”

My step-dad eased the plaid, pleated school skirt and my panties off before lowering me gently to the floor. I helped him remove my school uniform blouse and bra, then sucked and bit his solid nipples while he undressed quickly.

Keith cradled me in his arms to our bed, laying me gently on top of our duvet before spreading my legs wide open. I was impressed that only twenty minutes after I’d milked his semen in the parlor, my fiancee’s cock was rock hard again. When he leaned down and kissed me, I felt safe. When his cock slid inside my pussy, I ascended and all confidence in myself and us returned.

He made love to me gently, stroking my body, rolling us over with his cock still buried deep inside me. I gripped his ass when dad lay on top, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, spurring my heels into his back to fuck me harder.

When he rolled and pushed me upwards, kneading my breasts before tweaking both electrified nipples hard, I sat upright and brought my feet into play, planting one either side of his waist. I used powerful quadriceps to slide my pussy up and down his cock while grinding a fat juicy clitoris into his pubic bush on the bottom of my downward stroke.

When I orgasmed, daddy did too and the last drops of anxiety bled out as his semen decanted inside me, warming my reproductive organs. I rolled over again to be underneath so he could press his cock inside my cunt, like a cum plug, helping my tight hole retain his seed.

“Would you mind telling me what’s wrong please, Hannah?”

“I was scared, dad.”

“Why?”

“I got carried away with Trixy and mom.”

“About wanting to fuck me and them together?”

“Yeah. It feels like I’m losing control.”

“Sexual relationships can be like that baby. What did you feel for Trixy when she went down on you?”

“I felt a massive taboo intoxication inside me take control. It was as though I were a slut that Trixy licked and sucked while you cradled me.”

Dad stared at me, nodding and smiling as though it really wasn’t a big deal.

“That’s pretty much what happened, Hannah.”

“Yeah, but it felt unreal and decadent. I was consumed by the situation.”

“Did you catch any feelings?”

“None at all.”

“Do you have romantic sentiments for anyone except me?”

“Nope. I love mom although there is a great deal of anger lingering in me from years of our bickering.”

I rolled on top of my step-dad, not caring that his semen leaked out from my pussy hole, soaking his groin and thighs in a sticky mess. We needed to talk right now and a brief shower afterwards would easily clean everything up anyhow.

“You’re eighteen, Hannah. That’s very young for marriage. You would normally experiment with sex at this age.”

“Are you having second thoughts about us, dad?”

“None at all. I just want to compliment your growth, not constrain it.”

“Meaning, if I want to experiment sexually, you’ll support that?”

“One hundred percent, so long as we’re indulging in a loving marriage and any non-monogamy is consensual and ethical.”

“You mean we agree to everything we do sexually if others are invited to join us in bed?”

“Yes. I don’t want to lose you, Hannah.”

“I absolutely promise that won’t happen. I feel an overwhelming desire to watch you fuck Trixy for reasons I can’t explain.”

“Is there anything else you want honey?”

“You mean like fucking other guys?”

“Yeah.”

“No, I don’t. I feel a weird connection with Trixy and want to share and enjoy that with you.”

“And your mom?”

“That’s pure fantasy. I don’t want to touch her. There is part of me that was stirred up by the rituals here. I just fucking love the tawdry nature of these ceremonies, the whole submission thing, and how that hits my kink square on. Wouldn’t you like a mother/daughter fuck?”

“Honestly, not really. Me and your mom were never supercharged in bed.”

“What if she were competing with me to impress you?”

“Maybe. That might work, actually.”

“I think we should tick it off the taboo list or at least consider that. Maybe use it as a handover session.”

He nodded but didn’t seem overly enthused. I decided to tease the opportunity along but not press my fiancee into something he didn’t want to do.

“Is there anything on your mind dad?”

“Yeah. What about returning here for your career after college?”

“I’d like that, but only if it suits our marriage and where we are in life once college is finished.”

“I think we can fit it all in sweetheart.”

“I don’t want any other cock aside from yours dad. A two or more girl session with you is fine, but I won’t go further than that.”

“Okay honey, that’s up to you.”

I felt sure of what I’d said, but then, when I woke up this morning, I was certain that a woman’s tongue would never split my pussy lips apart. As I lazed under warm monsoon rain, sliding my soapy body against my fiancee’s, kissing his arms, back, cheeks and lips while he washed me, I thought of my sexuality and the monumental changes I’d enjoyed in a few short days.

I reached up through the heat, steam and pelting water, pressing my hands on Keith’s cheeks, eyeballing him.

“I only want you, dad. Anyone else we invite into our bed must be fun for both of us. That much I’m absolutely certain of.”

“I know Hannah. We should probably take a break after this month is through. Perhaps the Caribbean would suit us for a few weeks.”

“I’d love that, but you’ve spent so much money lately, I feel guilty.”

“You’ve never asked how rich we are, baby.”

“It’s not my money and none of my business.”

“Hannah, if we’re having children and planning to work together, it’s every bit your business. We’re currently worth around seven million dollars in cash and investments with my company valued at another fifteen million.”

“Fucking hell!”

“I have to provide for your mom and fully intend doing right by her although my company and most of that fortune was in place before we married and we have a fidelity clause in our pre-nup agreement.”

“And of course mom’s smashed that with Steve?”

“Yeah, but the grandmother of our kids won’t ever have to work again, we’ll make sure of that.”

“Thanks dad.”

I felt Keith’s money and wealth should belong entirely to him. My future career and lifestyle must be forged independently. I understood we wouldn’t struggle financially, but equally, I couldn’t treat my future husband as a meal ticket.

My career focus would be on succeeding Trixy as headmistress at Fanbury Hall. A non judgemental environment and the free love lifestyle of this school would work for me and Keith. Our accommodations on campus were excellent and I knew a baby blue Bentley Continental GT convertible garaged near the headmistress’s quarters was less than a year old. Trixy was well paid.

“I’d like to go out for a walk, dad.”

“Let’s do it.”

I had an agenda, and took dad by the hand, leading him towards the forest that I’d ran through. The clearing was empty this time and Trixy’s fuck platform in the middle glistened in the sun.

“Is this where Trixy was gang banged?”

“Yes. I wanted to see how clean the altar is. When the bulls came inside her, their semen just dribbled out of her pussy hole and down the stone end slab into grass.”

“It looks like someone cleans it after use.”

“Definitely.”

I circled the stone altar that was perfectly hewn from a single slab. It was pristine clean.

“Mom will be fine being fucked here tomorrow.”

“Is that why we came here?”

“It wasn’t the only reason, but yeah, I wanted to make sure she’d be okay.”

“Would you like to watch the show tomorrow?”

“You mean watch my mother being gang fucked?”

“She’s also my wife. I’d quite like to watch Cindy being reamed by half a dozen guys.”

“Yeah but. Umm… I’m not sure. I really enjoyed watching Trixy but never felt like joining in. It was just great entertainment, and a bit like watching porn.”

“We could bring popcorn tomorrow and treat it the same way.”

I couldn’t stop laughing but images flashing before my eyes of mom being willingly defiled by big cocked bulls took me to a place I wasn’t sure either of us were ready to visit.

“Maybe. I love the freedom of being able to fuck outdoors without fear, dad.”