Step-Daughter Slut School #9
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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."