His Nasty Little Pussy

Jack sighed deeply, frustrated with himself. The way he’d reacted to Lila had been shocking and painful. He’d raised this child like she was his own for years, and now that her mother was gone, he was all she had left. That made his reaction to her all the more troubling.

When she was sitting in his lap, something had changed. Rather than feeling that familiar fatherly love for her, he’d found himself attracted to her physically. She smelled like her mother, and he noticed her body was finally filling out. The feel of her soft skin against his, and her round bottom against his groin had excited him, and he hated himself.

The last thing Lila needs is to know her stepfather has some kind of sick crush on her, he thought. But she deserves an explanation.

Jack heaved himself up off the bed and headed down the hallway.

He tapped lightly on Lila’s door and then opened it.

“Oh, my God! I’m sorry,” he said quickly, his face flushing red.

He slammed the door, trying to block what he’d seen from his mind. Lila was lying on the bed wearing nothing but panties. Her hand was thrust inside them, and she was masturbating. He felt a throbbing sensation inside his boxers the exact situation he’d been trying to avoid a few minutes earlier.

He felt the doorknob turning and he realized his hand was still frozen to it. Lila’s flushing face appeared in the crack where the door opened.

“I’m sorry,” Jack repeated quickly.

“No, I’m sorry,” Lila said. “I should have locked the door.”

“Look, I just came to apologize,” Jack told her. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I didn’t mean it.”

“Come in,” she said, hiding behind the door, but opening it wider.

Jack walked in, but he stared at the wall, allowing her to cover herself. She quickly snatched a towel off the back of a chair and wrapped it around her, and then she sat down on the bed.

“Sit down,” she said.

Reluctantly, he sat on the edge of the bed, but his eyes continued to stay transfixed to the wall.

“Talk to me,” she pleaded.

“Lila, this is something I find truly disturbing,” he said. “But you deserve an explanation.”

“Go ahead,” she urged him after a brief pause.

He gulped, and then continued, “When you were sitting in my lap, you reminded me so much of your mother. You’ve grown up.”

He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to decide how best to tell her what had happened.

“I found myself… attracted to you, Lila,” Jack finally admitted.

“I see,” Lila said quietly.

“I’m sorry,” Jack told her, shaking his head forlornly. “I’m so sorry. I know this is horrible. I feel horrible.”

“Don’t feel that way,” Lila said quickly, placing her hand gently on his knee. “You can’t help how you feel.”

“It’s wrong, Lila,” he said. “I’ve raised you since you were just a little girl. I shouldn’t feel this way about you.”

“Why not? You’re not my flesh and blood father. What’s wrong with it?”

“I raised you! You call me ‘Daddy’, Lila. It’s wrong!”

Jack suddenly felt Lila’s lips pressed against his. Her hands clasped his face, and she straddled him. The towel she was wearing slipped away, and her bare breasts pushed against his torso. His heart began to thump erratically, and his lips parted and allowed her soft tongue to push inside his mouth.

Despite a strong desire to push her away to preserve the innocence of their relationship he could not bring himself to do it. He closed his eyes and slowly put his arms around her, enjoying the softness of her skin against him, and the softness of her probing tongue. His hands slid over her back, and she shivered under his touch.

Jack could feel his cock throbbing violently against her, and Lila could feel it, too. She wiggled her hips slightly, pressing the satiny fabric of her panties against it. It swelled and pulsed, trying to push its way through the cloth that covered them both. Lila moaned softly.

“Touch me,” she whispered into his ear.

“Lila, I…”

“Touch me!” she begged, grabbing his hand and trying to stuff it down her panties.

He froze the tips of his fingers just inside the waistband of her panties. One finger twitched restlessly, trying to urge him on, but he could not do it.

“I can’t do this,” he said sadly, trying to push her away.

She clung to him fiercely, her arms squeezing his neck until he could scarcely breathe. He grasped her arms and tried to pry them away, but she held fast.

“No!” she cried. “Don’t push me away!”

“Lila, please,” he begged. “This is inappropriate!”

“It’s not!” she insisted. “Mother’s gone, you’re single now, and I need you!”

“You don’t need me to take advantage of you! You need me to be your father!”

“You’re not my father, Jack!” she shouted, her arms still wrapped firmly around his neck. “I don’t need a father, I need you!”

Jack buried his face in Lila’s hair and breathed in deeply. He felt a twinge of loss as he remembered how her mother had smelled the same. His cock was still trying desperately to push its way out of his boxers, and it ached. He wanted her badly, but he shuddered to think what her mother would say if she knew he felt this way about her daughter.

“Your mother would be so upset…”

“No, she wouldn’t,” Lila told him. “I’m eighteen, now. And she wouldn’t want you to be alone forever.”

“But you’re my daughter,” he argued.

“Stepdaughter,” she reminded him. “Please. Touch me.”

His resolve was beginning to break. He found his hands slowly wandering down the silky skin of her back, and they came to rest on her butt. It was soft and round underneath the satiny fabric of her panties, and he squeezed it lightly, parting her butt cheeks and imagining his cock sliding inside her.

“Oh, God,” he whispered into her hair, finding it increasingly difficult to fight temptation.

“I want you,” she whispered.

Jack felt her tongue slowly tracing the contour of his ear, and her breath was warm on his neck. He could suddenly feel the warmth of her wetness seeping through his boxers, and his dick pulsed angrily as it tried to find its way inside her.

His fingers slipped underneath the fabric of her panties in the back, and he could feel her slippery dampness on their tips. His cock swelled further, and he began to feel as though it might eventually burst.

He pushed one finger past her labia and tried to push it inside her, but his hand wouldn’t reach that far. She purred softly in his ear, and he struggled to reach further inside her panties.

Lila wriggled out of his lap and flipped onto her back on the bed beside him. He could see her pink nipples hard and excited at the tips of her round breasts, and he immediately lowered his head to take one between his lips.

“Touch me, Daddy,” she begged, taking his hand and placing it on her panties.

He could feel her mound swelling underneath the thin fabric of her panties, and her wetness soaked through them. He cupped her mound gently, pressing the tips of his fingers through the fabric and pressing against her clitoris.

She moaned softly, relishing his warm mouth on her nipple, and the firm pressure of his fingers pushing against her through her underwear. She moved her hips slightly.

Jack lifted his hand and placed it on her stomach. It was mostly flat, with just a slight roundness. His hand gently stroked over the swell of her belly and his fingers slid underneath the waistband of her panties. He felt a soft tuft of hair on her mound, and he pushed past it and spread her labia with his fingers.

“Yes,” Lila whispered. “Touch me.”

His fingers slipped between her labia and rubbed across her clit. He gathered some of her juiciness on his fingers and pressed it against her button, and she gasped joyously.

His lips found hers, and he could feel her breath hot and ragged on his face as he kissed her. She purred gently through his lips, the muffled sound exciting him tremendously.

Jack slid off the edge of the bed and pushed her knees apart, grasping the waistband of her panties and yanking them forcefully down. She wiggled, helping him remove them, and he tossed them aside. In the dim light, he marveled at the rosebud beauty of her labia. He pulled them apart and panted anxiously at the glistening glory of her pinkness. He paused, worried he was going too far.

“Please, Daddy,” she whispered. “Please do it.”

He needed no further urging. He leaned forward and lowered his head, his tongue snaking through her slit and tasting her honey-sweet wetness. He pushed the tip lightly inside her and then licked up over her clit. She shuddered with pleasure as his warm, moist tongue slipped over her.

His tongue pressed firmly against her button, and he began to slide it up and down against it. He felt Lila’s fingers slip inside his hair as she pushed his head against her. Her narrow hips began to grind, and her voice purred softly.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, yes!”

His tongue began to flick rapidly over her clit, and she cried out with joy. Her hips wriggled faster, and her breath began to escape in shuddering gasps. Jack tried to push his finger inside her, but he was met with resistance. He froze.

“What’s wrong?” Lila breathed, sitting up slightly and staring at Jack.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Are you… are you a virgin?” he asked, his eyes wide.

“Yeah… why?” she asked, confusion wrinkling her face.

“My God,” he muttered, standing up and backing away.

He looked down at Lila’s beautiful young body lying spread across the bed like an all-you-can-eat buffet. He wanted to devour her. He wanted to yank her legs apart and shove his cock deep inside her. He wanted to ravage her. But this was his stepdaughter, and she was still innocent. “I can’t, Lila,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry.” He turned and fled the room.