This story is only fiction and holds no truth. Just the fantasies of a dirty guy!
My name is Jack, and I'm 32. I live with my partner Kate and her daughter Lily, who is 18. We've been together for about five years, and life is good. We live in a charming village with a cozy pub and a shop—all the essentials we need. We've worked hard to make our house comfortable and inviting.
I work in the building trade, a job that keeps me fit and healthy. I have dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a build that's neither skinny nor overly muscular—just healthy. My partner is the same age, but since she's not the main focus of this story, I won't dwell on her looks.
Now, let me tell you about Lily. She's of medium height with dark hair and striking blue eyes. While she's attractive in a subtle way, her genetics from both sides of the family have blessed her with a remarkable physique. She developed early, and by the age of 13, she had already begun to fill out. Now, at 18, she has a 32C cup size and an incredible ass.
When Kate and I first got together, I didn't pay much attention to Lily. She was young, and of course, she was my partner's child. Our relationship was cordial but nothing special, and it remained that way as she grew into a teenager. I can't pinpoint when I started noticing her sexually, but I tried my hardest to ignore it, feeling guilty for even entertaining the thought.
These things have a way of snowballing. I remember doing the laundry and finding pairs of her panties. Curiosity got the better of me, and I gave them a sniff. The scent was intoxicating, and I found myself stealing them and using them for my own pleasure, always feeling guilty afterward but unable to stop.
As Lily grew older, I considered putting a camera in the bathroom or her room to capture more, but I never quite had the nerve. My obsession grew, and I found myself constantly imagining what lay beneath her skimpy gym shorts and crop tops. I couldn't sit on the sofa without actively stopping myself from staring and getting aroused.
Lily turned 18 over the summer holidays and decided to make use of our ample garden by having her girlfriends over for camping and parties. We didn't mind them drinking a bit; we did it as kids, and if they didn't do it here, they would do it in a park or somewhere less safe.
Now, you might be thinking I considered getting her drunk, but surprisingly, that thought never crossed my mind. Kate has always had an incredible reaction when she drinks too much—she remembers nothing from a certain point and sleeps like a corpse. I've taken advantage of this more times than I can count, fucking her in every hole with absolutely no recollection whatsoever. To be honest, it's incredible, and I actively encourage her to go out so I can have my way with her.
This brings me to the start of this story. It was a Saturday afternoon, and we were expecting the usual gang of teenage girls. No more than five, but enough to be audible across the village! Lily was busy setting up the tents and fire pits, and we were pottering around the house. My plans were to keep well out of the way and relax while Kate was out for the night.
Once the girls had all arrived and gone outside, Kate got ready and left, giving me a kiss and telling me to keep an ear out for the girls just in case anything happened. I settled in to drink a few beers and watch TV with the dog. I could hear the music and giggling from the lounge, even though there was a fair bit of distance between the two. They had the patio doors open and were in and out, using the toilet and doing whatever teenage girls do.
Around 10:30, I heard someone come in and go down the hall. The stairs creaked, and I assumed someone had gone up to use the bathroom. I then noticed that most things had gone quiet. This might seem strange, as they are young and full of energy, but this was the trend. They all drank alcopops and finished pretty early, which was good as it didn't bother our neighbors too much.
I went down the hall and into the kitchen to find all the empty bottles put in the island. I rolled my eyes, knowing I would be on clean-up duty again. I looked outside and saw the glow of the fire pits and heard a few quiet conversations and giggles. I thought about going down but decided against it, not wanting to be seen as a bore or a creep.
I took the bottles down the hall and heard a bit of movement upstairs but ignored it for now. I left the house and opened the bin, noticing a bottle of vodka sat on top of various bits. This was strange, as we don't drink it and hadn't bought it for the girls, as it's far too strong. It dawned on me that in giving the girls a bit of freedom, they had decided to take the kindness as weakness and sneak something a bit stronger in. I was a bit annoyed but decided to deal with it in the morning once Kate was back.
As I went back into the house and shut the door, I thought of the noise and decided to investigate in case there were any accidents or mess to deal with due to the vodka. I passed the bathroom, which had its door ajar and the light left on. I checked inside and found nothing. The toilet seat was up; I assumed someone had had too much. I came back out and saw light coming from Lily's room. I went down the hall and found her on her back, fully clothed and clearly passed out.
My first thoughts were to tuck her in and leave her be, but as I entered the room, something caught my eye. Her shorts had ridden up, creating an incredibly defined outline of her pussy. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and my heart began to pound in my chest. I noticed my cock swelling quickly. I felt I should leave but couldn't seem to move my feet. I quickly decided to shut the door quietly and call her name. She gave no response, and I edged closer. If she woke, I could always say I was just checking on her.
As I got to the bed, my heart was in my throat. I reached out and shook her. Nothing. I then decided to pinch her arm and lightly slap her cheek. Still nothing. My brain was completely clouded now, and I could barely think past what I had in front of me. I was like an animal driven by pure lust and taboo.
I reached out and traced my finger over the outline of her mound and lips. I could feel the heat radiating from her, and the soft, plump skin felt incredible. I then reached up and slowly cupped one of her breasts. I had been desperate to see and feel these since she got them two years ago, and now was my chance. I squeezed, and the feel of them was incredible. My cock ached in my boxers, and I knew I couldn't stop there.
I worked her top up slowly, thankful it was only a summer crop top. As I exposed her bra, I was met with my first view of her cleavage. It was incredible and looked so soft and pale. I then worked the bottom of her bra up and gasped audibly at the sight. Her breasts, even though she was laying down, sat perfectly on her chest. Her nipples were pink and stiffened ever so slightly under the cool air. I reached down and fondled them. My lust took over, and I lost control, squeezing them and being rougher than I should have been. Thankfully, she didn't stir, and this only drove me on. I reached down with my mouth and kissed them. The feeling on my lips was incredible, and as I slipped her left nipple into my mouth, I thought I might cum. I sucked and swapped to the right more times than I can count.
Time passed by without me being aware, and when I came round from my haze, her breasts were covered in my saliva. I looked down at them and marveled at how good they looked, and it was only then that I noticed my cock was in my hand. I'm not huge, but just shy of 7 inches, and I've never had any complaints. As soon as I became aware, I had to stop as I was dangerously close to cumming.
I moved down to her shorts and had to see what was under there. I shook her and checked her again, but all I got from her was a small snore and heavy breathing—perfect. I slowly pulled down her shorts and panties in one, revealing her mound. It was covered in soft, light brown hairs. She had clearly never shaved, as they hadn't become coarse or pubic-like. I continued to pull her shorts down to reveal two plump lips pressed together. I took her shorts off altogether and slowly moved her legs apart. I felt resistance and panicked. I stopped what I was doing and moved to the door but stopped myself. I waited for what seemed an eternity and went back over.
I slowly tried again, and this time, her legs parted. I saw her in all of her beauty. Her pussy was incredible—not an inny but had a little bit coming out, just the way I like it. I ran my fingers down it and felt the heat. I had to see if she would allow me in, and I licked my pinky. I ran it down from her clit to her hole. I paused to listen again and noticed my hand on my cock. The feeling was intense, and I checked myself before slowly pushing in. I got almost all the way before I felt a bit of resistance. I decided to stop there and pushed another one in to feel how tight she was. I was amazed at how snug it felt, feeling her ridges and soft insides. I wanted nothing more than to ram my cock in, but I knew I couldn't—not this time, at least.
I continued to touch and caress her, but the need to cum became too great. I decided to see if I could fuck her ample breasts and at least use her in some way. I gently straddled her tummy and marveled at how much like her mum she was. There was absolutely no movement or response, and I couldn't have been more grateful.
But then, I couldn't resist the temptation to explore further. I slowly trailed my fingers down her stomach, feeling her soft skin, and then lower, until I reached under her and felt the curve of her ass. I cupped one cheek, squeezing gently. I moved my hand around and ran it down her pussy and carried on past her hole. She was so warm and inviting. I pushed a finger gently against her tight little hole, feeling the resistance. I wet my finger with my saliva and pushed a little harder, feeling her give way slightly. I slipped the tip of my finger inside, and she was so tight, so hot. I pushed in a little deeper, feeling her muscles clench around me. It was incredible, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have my cock there instead.
I fingered her ass gently, moving in and out, feeling her respond to my touch. I could feel my own arousal building, my cock throbbing with need. I added a second finger, stretching her a little more, and she moaned softly in her sleep, but didn't wake. I continued to finger her, lost in the sensation, until I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.
I got myself into position and placed my cock in the cleft between her breasts. I spat on my cock and pushed them together. The feeling was exquisite. I slowly began to hump forward and saw my cock head appear near her face. This turned me on like nothing else, and I pushed her breasts together tighter. I began to thrust gently and tried to enjoy the feeling. I saw her nipples had hardened, and this began to tip me. As my mind clouded and my balls began to tighten, it didn't cross my mind that I would make a mess. I pinched her nipple and pushed them tighter around me as I lost control and came harder than any time before.
As I came down from my high, I saw an incredible sight. Her neck, chin, and lips were covered in my cum. I looked at it for a while and then deliberated as to what to do. I decided on a clean-up with a hot flannel and then tried to dress her in pajamas. The latter part was easier said than done, but once completed, I went to bed completely satisfied. My only regret was not taking any photo or video evidence.
I woke up in the morning feeling nervous and incredibly guilty. I went down to see the girls, and to my astonishment, Lily was up and as chirpy as ever. She greeted me and apologized for not cleaning up their mess. I told her it was absolutely fine and not to worry; I just wanted them to have fun.
As they all filtered out later that morning, I knew what must be done. I would have to give them vodka or something similar again, and I knew just the way to do it.
The week drags by with an excruciating slowness, each day feeling like an eternity as I count down the hours until Saturday. The anticipation builds within me, and I can't keep my mind from wondering to thoughts of Lily. Kate is away at her brother's for the weekend, a fortunate turn of events that will give me the space I need for my plan.
As I watch Lily from the kitchen island, my eyes are drawn to the curve of her hips and the sway of her ass as she bends to set up the tents. She's wearing tight shorts that hug her thighs and a baggy t-shirt that falls loosely over her frame, but it's the way her body moves that captures my attention. It's so graceful and so unintentionally sexy. I can almost feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her curves, and my imagination runs wild with visions of her naked and willing.
Lily enters the kitchen, her steps hesitant, and I can sense the nervous energy radiating from her. I take a deep breath, steadying myself for the conversation ahead. "Lily, I just want to have a quick chat with you before the girls get here," I say, my voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil within me.
She stops, her eyes wide and uncertain. "Ok," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I found something odd in the recycling bin last time," I begin, watching her closely. "Do you know what it was?"
Her face flushes a deep red, and she stumbles over her words. "No, I have no idea," she insists, but her eyes betray her, darting away from mine.
"It was an empty bottle of vodka," I say, my voice low and measured. "But I think you know that already."
Her stammering continues, a flurry of excuses and denials, but I cut her off mid-sentence. "Look, before you ask, I haven't told your mum. Secondly, I don't want you and your friends thinking you can do whatever you want because we are relaxed about you drinking, etc. My main concern is that we don't know how much you're having, and that's where it becomes dangerous. On that note, I've decided to make you a punch so I know exactly what's in it. That way, you can still have your freedoms, but I'm aware. This has to stay between us, though, as I'm trusting you to be sensible."
Lily stands there, processing my words, and I can see the relief and gratitude in her eyes, even as she tries to hide it. "Thank you for not telling mum," she says softly. "I promise it won't happen again, and we will stick to the rules and just have the punch."
With that, she turns and walks away, leaving me with a sense of triumph and anticipation. The stage is set, and the game is afoot.
An hour before the girls arrive, I pour my heart and soul into creating the perfect punch. I mix fruits and lemonade, adding a generous helping of vodka to ensure Lily will be nice and drunk for what I have planned.
As the girls arrive, I greet them with a forced casualness, trying to keep my distance while still being present. They chatter and laugh, their voices a melody of youth and freedom, and I watch them from afar, my eyes always drawn back to Lily. The time passes with agonizing slowness, each minute feeling like an hour as I wait for the punch to take effect.
Finally, around 11, I hear the creak of the stairs and the soft sound of footsteps ascending. I make myself wait half an hour, my heart pounding in my chest, before I stand and make my way up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs, I see all the doors shut, and a rush of adrenaline courses through my veins. I move along the hall, checking each room, my heart racing with each step. As I open the last door, I see her, laid face down on her bed, her legs hanging off the edge. I can't believe my luck, she is in the position I had imagined her in so many times.
I move over to the window, checking the situation downstairs, and see that everything is quiet, the girls clearly all out for the night. I turn back to Lily, my breath catching in my throat as I take in the sight of her. I walk over to her, my steps slow and deliberate, and nudge her gently, saying her name and trying to get a response. Nothing.
I move behind her, my hands trembling as I tug gently on her shorts and panties. As they come down, revealing her ass, I am struck by the perfection of her body. Pale and round, her cheeks are a work of art, and I can feel my mouth watering with anticipation. I remove my phone from my pocket and snap a couple of pics, capturing the moment for later.
I kneel down, spreading her cheeks apart, and my eyes feast on the sight before me. Her pussy and asshole are exposed, a tantalizing promise of pleasure, and I can't resist placing my face between her cheeks and licking her in one long, slow motion. The taste of her is intoxicating, a mix of sweet and tangy that makes my head spin. I do it again, savoring the feeling of her skin against my tongue, and I can feel her responding, her body moving ever so slightly.
I remove my face and place my index finger on her ass, feeling her tight ring slip slowly over my finger. I push further, watching in awe as my finger disappears, and I can feel her opening up to me. I add another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what's to come, and I can hear her grumbling and moving, but I stay still, letting her get used to the sensation.
I remove my fingers and quickly but quietly rush to our room, grabbing one of Kate's smaller vibrators. I come back, checking the window again to make sure all is quiet, and then spit on the vibrator and on her tight ring. I slowly start to feed it into her, feeling her ass open up eagerly, and I watch the pink plastic disappear, inch by inch.
I work it in and out for a few minutes, rubbing saliva onto my cock, preparing myself for the main event. Finally, I can wait no longer. I remove the vibrator and stand up, my cock throbbing with anticipation. I use one hand to spread her cheek and the other to hold my cock firmly, running it from top to bottom, feeling the softness of her pussy lips against my skin.
I slide myself up and down, probing her sacred hole, and my cock head slips in half an inch. I freeze, savoring the feeling, and then move in and out gently, enjoying the sensation. I slip my cock out and notice it is glistening with sticky liquid. Lily is getting wet, and it is the perfect lube. I rub my cock head in circles on her asshole, listening to her deep breathing, and slowly apply pressure, leaning forward but balancing myself on her ass so I don't go too deep too fast.
I feel her ring spread, and all of a sudden, my cock pops in. It is so tight it is almost painful, and I freeze, listening for any reaction. Nothing. I move my body forward a touch and slowly slip myself past her ring, millimeter by millimeter, not wanting to rush it. It takes me a couple of minutes to get halfway, and the feeling is intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that makes my head swim.
I hold both hands on her hips and begin to remove myself, ready for a thrust. I hear her mumble again and then move ever so slightly. Her asshole squeezes me, trying to remove the foreign body, but I stay still, and she settles. I then slowly stroke myself out and then in, feeling her loosen ever so slightly. On the next in-stroke, I push further and feel another inch sink in more easily this time. I repeat the process until my balls rest on her pussy, and my mind goes wild with lust. I begin to thrust in and out, trying desperately not to loose control the way I want to. Whenever I get to just the tip her tight hole tries to push me out and the feeling is intense. When I get as deep as I can I push myself into her cheeks and feel my cock press an extra half inch into her.
I remove myself and gently begin to flip her over. She obliges and lies on her back with her legs off the bed. I then take them and fold them back so I can put myself between them. She is out cold and never feels a thing. She is so much like her mother in that sense. I then push my way back into her ass and begin again, not bothering with easing in and just plunging my full length in. I lift her top up and see her breasts again, bouncing and swaying perfectly as I fuck her.
I begin recording, not wanting to waste the opportunity, and fuck her harder, my thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate. I can feel my balls tightening, and I know I am close. I thrust and grunt, watching my cock disappear inside her, and as I begin to cum, I remove myself and stroke it until rope after rope splashes across her. I start aiming at her pussy with one long streak landing onto her clit and mound. Then I aim up and send the rest over her tight stomach and perfect tits, marking her as mine.
I end the recording and marvel at my work. She is a masterpiece, and I am so lucky to have this ability. I clean her up like before and put some soothing cream on her ass, hoping it will hide any evidence of our encounter.
When I wake in the morning, all is as it was two weeks ago. No mention and no issues. I am indeed a lucky man. I can't stop watching the video all day, replaying the moment over and over in my mind, and I know I have to do it again. This time, however, I need to get into her virgin pussy, to claim that too as my own.