We continued enjoying a beautiful evening after main courses with a few slow dances, relaxing in each other's arms. Being swept away in my lover's arms felt right and the whole experience was romantic, lightening my heart. I enjoyed the powerful way dad led our dance, always gazing deep into my eyes.
Back at the table, we engaged in forthright conversations about our future together. It felt odd to be days into a relationship with a man I'd known all of my life. We had no secrets, understanding each other's perspectives on most subjects, and I'd never felt so comfortable in a man's company.
When our table was cleared, the servers sat another wooden, ass sized plate in front of me for my step-dad to sit in. Our server announced my dessert, specifying Keith's cock length and girth, after which I sucked it.
I took my time, enjoying the constant veneer of pre-cum oozing from a tight slit on top of his smooth, glistening glans. When Keith blew his load, splattering rope after rope of hot salty semen into my mouth, coating the back of my throat as I swallowed, Trixy rifled her fingers lovingly through my hair from the seat beside me where she'd enjoyed watching and instructing my fellating of dad.
"Very good girl, Hannah. That was a most sensual and excellent blow-job. I trust you'll do just as well in class tomorrow. Mr. Rodgers is getting great head from you and I hear he's a five star pussy licker."
"Thank you Trixy and yes he is."
"Did you enjoy your step-daughter, Mr. Rodgers?"
"I love her Trixy. Hannah is my soulmate."
She nodded her head, seemingly as happy about our romantic progress as we were. Trixy held both our hands, squeezing tightly as though she were a proud mother spectating at a school gymnastics competition.
"It doesn't happen so intensely as you two very often, but I have a great feeling about your relationship. Just promise me you'll wait the week out before deflowering your new woman, please, Mr. Rodgers."
"Of course I will Trixy. Hannah is well worth the wait."
"That she is, Mr. Rodgers."
The weirdness of our forthright, kinky sexual exchanges and surrounding discussions were becoming less intimidating for me. I'd asked the app administration team about having sex with my step-dad during my period and they provided health and technique information within minutes. They also pointed out the subject would be covered in our final lesson the next day.
I wasn't due to have my period until after the date by which we could make love, but I wanted to have that important discussion with Keith before the time was upon us.
After our night out, I felt sleepy, so we showered together and turned in, enjoying intimate cuddles and kissing while discussing the schedule for our next day. I knew we were not engaged to be married, nor had any proposal or mention of one been made. That worried me, not because I didn't want it, but we seemed to leapfrog that stage since we knew one another so well.
"I'm worried about keeping up with you sexually, Hannah. At eighteen years old, once you've fucked someone once, you'll want cock constantly."
"I don't think it's much of a problem Keith. Diet, exercise, a good sleep regime and lots of weekenders or blue pill stocks should sort that problem. I promise not to wear out your cock too badly."
I grinned at him, joking because I was determined to make sure the difference between our ages would never become a problem in the bedroom. We'd attended a lesson that described a range of dangerous taboo ideas.
"Cuckold and hotwife doesn't appeal to me dad."
"Maybe in time it might, but only once we're properly anchored."
"Do you want to share me with another guy or girl?"
"No, but we should rule nothing out. I prefer the idea of a few toys, perhaps a fucking machine, for when you ovulate and get horny like a rabbit and I can't keep up."
"You give great tongue when your cock is resting, Keith."
"And I always will."
Our age gap didn't bother me, although I accepted the need for some advanced planning, especially where college, a career and having kids was concerned. My mind was maturing quickly and the way I considered the future evolved from short to long term. The roller coaster I was riding felt even more intense than the emotional and mental changes I'd experienced during puberty.
I want so badly to fuck my step-dad.
My constant arousal when I was near my step-father was becoming a problem, but I didn't want to contravene the rules. While he slept, I messaged the Fanbury Hall crisis service.
{Hannah} I need to make love to my step-dad so badly right now.
{Trixy} - I'm on duty call-out tonight, Hannah. Don't do it please, you've been such a good girl and I think you and Mr. Rodgers are doing extremely well.
{Hannah} I'm so desperate to have him, Trixy.
{Trixy} - That's because things are working great for you both in the romance department. Five more days and you can make love to your step-dad all you want.
{Hannah} Okay. I'm sorry to have disturbed you.
{Trixy} I'm here for both of you. XOXO!
I slept well, but by morning, my creamy pussy had soaked through the panties I wore under one of Keith's t-shirts. I woke up, feeling them being slipped down past my knees before both legs were splayed wide open. When I looked down and saw my step-dad grinning up from my crotch, with his lips glistening from my pussy juice, I was in for a great wake-up call.
When I gripped Keith's hair and pulled his face deeper into my crotch, he obliged with a most satisfying cunnilingus session. His loving and expert tongue worked magic, even probing gently inside my virgin pussy hole, licking the soft tissues inside while stimulating my nerve cluster just an inch inside.
Orgasmic squirting was becoming the norm for me, and I worried what that might suggest, vowing to discuss it later with a school counselor. Keith had asked me to question the app about a delicious sweet milky white cream that oozed out of my pussy immediately after my orgasm subsided. They told him it was female ejaculate that came from my Skene's gland, so my step-dad named it Hannah's ambrosia and sucked hard for my entire yield.
Once my step-dad finished licking me through a series of shuddering orgasms, we lazed around the apartment talking about our relationship before showering together. I cleaned dad's solid cock, enjoying his moaning but allowing only the slightest stimulation.
"I wish you could suck my cock or even wank it, Hannah."
"Me too dad, but Trixy says all guardian's must arrive at the first period today fully erect and ready for their step-daughter's lesson in fellatio."
"I don't want to mess up our progress. I'll manage for an hour."
I knew the first lesson afforded a chance for me to pay homage to my step-dad's cock and was looking forward to that. While we breakfasted in the main dining hall, I imagined sucking both balls while wanking his shaft exactly the way Trixy would show us.
In class, our headmistress demonstrated expert techniques in fellatio using a lover she'd invited for specific lessons, insisting we all practice during class. It was a little daunting when my step-dad sat on the wooden desk in front of me with his legs spread wide and cock hanging out, already half stiff, but since fifteen other girl's were giving head at the same time, I got stuck in.
Once my mouth was aflame with my step-dad's pre-cum, I thought of nothing except his pleasure. My trick shot was fast becoming the rapid stimulation of Keith's urethra, using a flattened tongue pressed against it while sliding up and down between glans and balls. At the same time, I palmed softly over his glans, using a cupping motion and a great slather of my saliva, before giving the shaft a few sharp and rapid strokes, then repeating the whole process.
Some girls didn't swallow their step-dad's cum, and I heard a few of them gag on the heady, salty semen that was fast becoming my addiction and guilty pleasure. I felt really proud that Keith lasted longest out of all the dads and that we became a show for the others.
Everyone watched me fellating my step-dad while Trixy pointed out the positive aspects of my technique. I wanted to make it a great blow-job for him, so I stared up and locked eyes with my lover, conveying all the emotion I felt.
"Make it a good one dad, paint the back of my throat with your seed."
"My god Hannah, you are such a perfect girl."
The others applauded when Keith arched his back and moaned loudly. I knew semen was coming up the tube, having experienced the vigorous twitching of his stiff cock before. When he exploded into a violent jerking orgasm, I swallowed the lot, loving its salty flavor, musky afterburner and the primal ignition of my soul. Unlike other girls, I kept going, emptying his load down my throat, wanking and sucking my step dad's cock hard until no drop remained inside him.
I made a point of cleaning my step-dad's cock thoroughly, sucking it hard while licking underneath his foreskin to make sure I removed every salty treat and smear, no matter how tiny, finishing him with a mouth popping sound that made everyone giggle. When we kissed, it surprised the others, and I saw a look of pride writ large on Trixy's face, who smiled and nodded enthusiastically at me.
After lunch, we went for a romantic stroll for two hours around Fanbury Hall's woodland grounds. It was a formal part of the curriculum helping bind couples together as was a guided tour of the stables half way around. Being unfamiliar with equestrian sports and specifically their kinky sidelines I had to ask what the embedded, screw hole was in a saddle one girl was preparing.
Claire was a regular return student at Fanbury Hall, already married to her step-dad who came back with her every year for a week long refresher. Having introduced ourselves to her, she was very happy to explain the riding style she was learning.
"You've never seen this before, really?"
"Never, Claire. Does something screw into it?"
"Yeah."
Claire slid a large purple latex dildo out from a velvet pouch and screwed it into the saddle so the natural curvature of the phallus pointed forwards. Our mouths were agape when a nearby groom helped her mount the saddle onto a huge stallion with a massive cock dangling down.
"I can't believe this is for real, dad."
"It looks like she's in for a rough ride."
Claire heard us and winked, unzipping the crotch of her riding breeches. The groom helped the woman mount her stallion, even holding the purple dildo steady while she sunk her pussy down onto it with a shiver of delight and the most debasing expression.
The groom held her hand tight while Claire rocked back and forth, getting the dildo embedded comfortably inside her cunt while pressing her clitoris against a raised, dimpled square of leather just in front.
"I need more grease on the clit patch, Ralph. It's quite rough and worn, but the dimples don't seem very pronounced."
"Okay, sorry Miss Claire. We had a couple of weeks with non stop courses of nuns from a convent in Italy. I've ordered new patches for every saddle, but they didn't arrive yet. Give me a minute."
"Well, those bitches tore the shit out of these clit stimulators."
She grinned at us while gently fucking her dildo. I was amazed at how calm the stallion was, almost like he knew any movement was crucial to his rider's enjoyment. When Ralph returned from a nearby store cupboard with a small jar of translucent grease, my step-dad and I were completely enthralled.
"Shall I dress the leather patch and your clitoris, Miss Claire?"
"Yes, please. I'm going hacking, so can't have too much lube, Ralph."
He ladled a finger full of the grease out of its jar, rubbing it all over her clitoris while she leaned back to provide Ralph with better access. She was enjoying his finger banging immensely, judging by her expression, looking dismayed when he stopped to reload the digit.
Ralph slathered the next finger load of grease all over the leather patch that would help Claire achieve multiple orgasms during her ride. When he was done, and about to retrieve his hand, she gripped his wrist with a look of sheer desperation.
"Could you finish fingering me please, Ralph."
"I'd love to, Miss Claire, but Trixy would flay me alive and not in a good way."
"Oh, please. There's nothing that beats a good finger banging before riding Spartan. These leather patch dimples are all rubbed out and fucking useless."
"I can't Miss. But... nothing stops another student and her guardian from helping."
He glanced at me and Keith shortly before Claire's beseeching expression did the same.
"Could one of you walk Spartan slowly while the other finger bangs me, please? I don't mind who does what, so long as you both do me."
I was speechless and stared at Keith, who didn't know what to do either. The groom chuckled as though it was all not really a big deal.
"You're allowed to help Miss Claire, but staff aren't. The ladies get very frustrated riding their horses because it's true, right now the dimples on most leather patches are almost done and can't get the girl's off for quite a few miles."
I wanted to help but dare not ask Keith until he responded to the polite request. A slight nod from him suggested it was okay, but when he stepped forward, gathering Spartan's reins, I knew permission was definitely granted for me to finger my first girl.
"Thank you, Hannah. I'm so desperate to be fucked right now."
So am I.
When Keith walked the horse forward, I slid a finger onto Claire's solid clitoris. I felt the well-worn leather patch dimples and a few jagged tears on the back of my hand, understanding her annoyance with them. We were a hundred metres from the woodland track, Claire was aiming for so, at the horses ambling pace, I had around two minutes to finish the job she'd started.
It was my first time rubbing one out for another girl, but having practiced on my own slimy pearl, I had the technique off perfectly from the get go. Spartan knew what was going on and put more swagger into his stride, swaying Claire through a circular motion so that she was properly fucked by the saddle cock he controlled. I dragged her slimy pearl from side to side, alternating that with a circular motion while my step-dad walked backwards, enjoying the show.
Claire eyeballed me with saucer like blue pools of lascivious desire while I finger banged her. She rode the cock harder than I imagined possible while I got her off on one diligent and stiff finger. She squirted unicorn pee hard, soaking my hand which I withdrew before she took the reins from my dad and spurred the magnificent stallion into a gallop along a woodland path while screaming amid a massive orgasm that I'd helped Spartan and her saddle dildo to give her.
With only Keith, me and a soaking wet hand standing outside and out of sight of the equine centre, we were absorbing the sexual experience we'd just enjoyed. He stared hungrily at my slimy hand and so did I.
Slowly, I offered my step-dad a finger, then two, joining him in tasting Claire's orgasm. We licked and sucked my hand clean and I enjoyed the only pussy cream I'd ever tasted aside from my own, fed to me by my step-father.
"Is that what my pussy tastes like Keith?"
"No. Your juices taste more vibrant and a little sweeter."
"What does it mean about us? I just wanked another girl off in front of you."
"You were doing her a favor, baby girl. We were both here taking part, so there's nothing being kept a secret. I can't see the harm in a little fun like that."
"Me neither, but I'll still report this play session on Fanbury's app. I really do feel that honesty is the best policy for us Keith."
"I'm really proud of you, Hannah."
"I'm really proud of us."
By the time we returned to the main campus building, our administrative services team had audited the sexual activity we'd enjoyed with Claire and validated it. The final lesson of the day was about sexual health and particularly how to enjoy sex during your period.
I took loads of notes because, although I was still a virgin, my heart and body wanted to fuck my step-dad every day, pausing for nothing.
Back in our room, I decided to open up the taboo subject, leading my step-dad to a comfortable sofa. I sat down and patted my lap for him to lie down with his head handy for me to stroke. I relaxed us both, rifling my fingers through his unruly, thick mop of hair after stroking both earlobes.
"Will you still fuck me during my period, Keith?"
"Of course Hannah. If you allow it, I'll make love to you anywhere, anytime."
"If I allow it?"
"I'll always be respectful, baby girl. I never want you to feel pressured into having sex."
"I hadn't thought of it like that. I won't ever deny you dad, I just wanted to know that I won't be abandoned during my period."
"Never baby. I hope you heard the lecturer say that even oral sex is fine during your period."
"Would you do that, Keith?"
"Yeah, damn fucking right."
"Well, you have another couple of weeks to wait, by which time my virginity will have been taken."
"Yes."
The atmosphere in our living room was electric. If Trixy permitted it, I'd have my step-dad's cock deep inside a throbbing pussy inside half a minute.
"You're worth waiting for, Hannah."
"You too dad."
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