Hidden dreams with my stepdaughter – 2

At least in my bedroom I had a little of the night light outside to partially see with. I took two steps and then reached out, just grazing the door with my fingertip. I stepped a bit closer, feeling along the edge, surprised to discover it wasn’t fully closed. Now closing even that distance, I once again stopped holding my breath, the sounds far more easily heard now as I stood there, though it was obvious the girls were speaking softly, almost whispering to one another.

“Yes Mel, yes…lick my pussy, suck my clit!” Sophia moaned softly.

I had heard Sophia call her that before, and always in an affectionate way whenever she had. It was clearly obvious she was doing so now, and for good reason as it seemed. My daughter, my sweet…or at least once sweet little girl, was now licking her best friend’s cunt, obviously enjoying it, as they both were.

“Fuck baby, you do love eating pussy don’t you?” Sophia groaned once again. “Who’d have thought the same day we ever met?” she giggled once again, sighing sensually.

“Yeth I do,” Dancy responded back, slurring her words slightly, the image of her even then running her tongue up and down Sophia’s split causing my cock to throb and then lurch of its own accord.

“Oh yeah, that’s it baby! Put a finger in there too. That’s it…finger my cunt!” She once again moaned as Dancy obviously did that. Now I could hear in addition to their speaking, the decadent, almost obscene sounds of Sophia’s dripping wet pussy as Dancy fingered it, and sucked it, licking it.

I cracked open the door just a tiny bit more, just enough to see in, though I saw very little when I did. There was no moon outside at all, so it was darker than normal. All I could barely make out was the bed, and two forms upon it, neither one of which I could make out very clearly, though I could in fact hear them very clearly, even more so than I had been.

“God how I wish I was fucking your father right now,” Sophia moaned again, “With you laying there licking me…licking us while I did,” she sighed pleasurably. I was stunned upon hearing that, especially when Dancy answered her.

“I bet you’d like that too wouldn’t you?” she teased back, still fingering her wet juicy split by the obvious sound of that. “Feeling daddy’s hard stiff prick sliding in and out of your sweet juicy fuck hole? Me…licking and sucking your clit, licking your juices off of his prick? Yes…I bet you would enjoy feeling that wouldn’t you?”

“And I bet he would too, feeling you licking his cock while fucking me,” she shot back hotly.

Though stunned, somewhat shocked at their conversation, I knew it was mostly just pillow talk, though dirty pillow talk indeed. Mia and I had very often spoken of things, shared things, and discussed things we would never ever really do. But sometimes just talking about them while we messed around was enough to heighten our arousal, though we were very often somewhat embarrassed and actually guilty over having expressed those thoughts or feelings the next day. It was why we didn’t very often do that, only on occasion, though it was quite often the best sex we ever had whenever we’d done that.

“So fuck him then if you really want to!” Dancy told her. “You know I’ve already told you I was ok with it if you did. I’m not the one you have to convince. The only thing I’ve ever said is I don’t want daddy to know that I know if you do. I think it would freak him out, knowing that I knew my very best friend had fucked my father,

and to be honest about it, it actually might freak me out a little knowing it too. So if you do, do it, if you somehow manage to convince him to actually fuck you, don’t tell me about it. And for god’s sakes Sophia, don’t ever, ever tell him that I know that you did. Please promise me that if nothing else!”

“I promise,” Sophia whispered back to her now, and then sighed as Dancy once again began licking and sucking her friend’s clit.

Not only could I not believe what I’d just heard, and was still hearing in fact, the reality that my stepdaughter had just given her blessing, though in a strange sort of way, to her friend was arousing. The thought of actually fucking her no longer seemed so weird, so unacceptable now. Even though I knew she must never know that I did, just as Sophia had promised her she wouldn’t, I’d never let on either. As much as I would have liked to continue to stand there listening to them both, I soon backed away, retracing my steps back into my own room,

quietly closing the door behind me. I lay down on my bed, now purposely stroking my cock, images of thrusting my prick in and out of Sophia’s slick wet cunt drawing me closer and closer towards orgasm. When I came, when I shot streamer after streamer of my hot sticky spunk into the air, landing god knows where, I did so with the image of my precious little girl licking the tip of my prick as I came.

I knew I would struggle with that the following day. A throwback to those times when Mia and I both did after confessing somewhat decadent thoughts and fantasies to one another. But even then, nothing like this. I knew I’d feel guilty about it all day. But right now I don’t. Right now I just lay there basking in the afterglow of my thoughts and enjoyed every precious minute of it as I did.

**

Once again I woke up to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. With a smile on my face, and my dick sticking up, I rolled out of bed and slipped into my robe. This time I didn’t care that I was hard, and felt my prick become even more so as I headed downstairs. The image of Sophia sitting at the table half naked already filling my head as I rounded the corner stepping into the kitchen.

As expected she was there, what wasn’t expected, was that she was fully dressed, even modestly so. She’d even applied makeup, and had fashioned her hair in a much fuller look, loose and hanging about her shoulders. The look on my face must have said it all as she looked up towards me.

“Disappointed?” She said smiling, though she now looked down at my groin, my prick quite obviously tenting the front of my robe as I walked over to pour myself a coffee. “Though excited I see,” she added with a chuckle.

“Just surprised,” I ventured turning towards her, still standing, sipping my drink, though I felt the coolness of the morning air suddenly caressing my cock, telling me without looking, it had managed to worm its way out of the folded opening of my robe. At the moment, I didn’t care. I really was disappointed.

“Mel and I have interviews at that new restaurant opening just down the street,” she informed me. “She was just getting out of the shower when I came down to make the coffee.”

Just the mention of my daughter’s name sent a warning surge to my crotch, I even glanced up in that direction as though suddenly having x-ray vision and able to see through the walls.

“Oh,” I said in surprise at hearing that, still disappointed, yet likewise pleased that neither one of them had intended to just lay around and live off my unemployment and dwindling savings.

“We figured we needed to help out if we’re going to live here,” she added. “Once we’ve settled in with our new jobs, then we’ll see about enrolling in school again, and at least take a few classes. But until then…”

Sophia stood walking over towards me as I leaned against the kitchen counter. My prick had gone down just enough that it had on its own, tucked itself back away beneath the folds of my robe. Even though it had, she fished it out once again, holding it in her hand.