A Step in the Wrong Direction – Part 2

The next morning Jenny saw Sarah and Dave out of the door and donned her running gear. The tight Lycra showed off every curve, the top required no bra and she’d not worn panties, using talc instead, wanting to keep clean lines and avoid chafing. She jogged to the supermarket and walked up the healthcare aisle, taking her time to select what she needed. Choosing the same brand she used with Dave, in case they were discovered, she decided against ribbed or flavoured for the same reason, finally choosing a pack of three as they would be easier to conceal. She paid for her purchase at the chemist counter, tucked the change and her condoms into the small zipped pocket of her running top and jogged home.

As she turned the corner of her street, she saw Jake at her front door, finger poised over the doorbell button, contemplating whether or not to push it. She reached her gate as his hand dropped and he turned, surprised to see her standing behind him, the outline of her sex plainly visible through the tight shorts. His cock betrayed him; he had meant to leave, resolving to only come to Sarah’s house when her mother wasn’t in, but here she stood, her body begging to be touched, tasted, ravished. The bulge in his trousers grew painfully erect as she stepped forward and touched him. His resistance vanished as she deftly unlocked the door without her hand leaving his jeans.

Once inside she kissed him hungrily, he reciprocated readily, his hands wandering over her firm buttocks, pulling her into him. She broke the kiss and took his hand, leading him upstairs.

She took the condom packet from her pocket and tossed it on the bed before pulling her top over her head and freeing her breasts. Jake pulled his t-shirt off and stood behind her, cupping each magnificent breast, kissing her neck and earlobe. He tweaked each hard nipple, causing her to gasp. With her hands on his, she persuaded him to go lower; his fingers teased the waistband of her shorts as he slowly rolled the fabric down over her firm arse. With the shorts rolled halfway down, he turned her around and kissed her full on the lips; she opened her mouth and they kissed deeply, her hands caressing his body as he unfastened his jeans. He kicked off his shoes, stepped out from his jeans and, taking her hand, he lowered Jenny down to sit on the edge of the bed.

He kissed her again, resting his hands on her thighs as he knelt down, his lips kissing from mouth, to neck, to nipple. He flicked her hard nubbin with his tongue, his hands moving around the rolled down waistband of her shorts; she laid back, lifted her hips and he removed the last barrier between them. With his head between her legs, he drew a line up her slit with his tongue; her period had finished a day or two before and she hadn’t shaved; his tongue tickled as it rasped up the short hairs on her pussy. He licked her slowly, taking his time, savouring her taste, the tip of his tongue finding its way between her lips as her juices mingled with his saliva, lubricating her in preparation for what was to come. Before that though, his tongue found her clit; she tensed as he teased her pleasure button, licking and sucking until she was grabbing handfuls of his hair and crying out his name, begging him not to stop.

As she lay there panting, he kissed his way back up her body until their tongues were entwined; tasting herself on his lips. She rolled him onto his back and kissed him; her hand traced its way down to his marvellous penis and her head followed. Taking him in her mouth, she swung her leg over his chest and backed her dripping pussy to his waiting mouth. Using his finger to tease her clitoris, his tongue delved into her depths. He ran his tongue over her puckered asshole, causing her to shiver. She lost her concentration, not wanting him to cum yet, but desperately wanting him to get her off; she could tell he was close, his hips were moving urgently, but she was closer. With his fingers and tongue thrusting into her, his cock fell from her mouth as she cried out again.

On her back, catching her breath, Jake crawled up to her; she sat up and kissed him, then pushed him backwards into the middle of the bed. Straddling his legs, she unwrapped a condom, rolled it onto his stiff cock and impaled herself on him. He was only half way in when her first orgasm hit; with him fully inside of her, she felt as though she was crashing from orgasm to orgasm. She gripped his shins as she rode him; he held her waist, reaching up to squeeze her breasts as she fucked him. Jenny collapsed on top of Jake as her last orgasm ebbed, fully aware that he hadn’t yet cum.

She climbed off him and moved to the top of the bed, head in the pillows, her swollen pussy presented to him; he entered her carefully, starting slowly and building up speed as she urged him to fuck her harder, faster; driving her into the pillows as he grabbed her waist and with one last push, both lovers came together.

Exhausted, they lay together on the bed, neither one speaking, both looking into each other’s eyes. Jenny reached out and touched Jake’s face; he kissed her hand, his own caressing Jenny’s breast. His cock was hard again, she felt the itch in her pussy that needed scratching; she stripped off the old condom, rolled on a fresh one and this time they made love.

It was late afternoon when Jake left; they’d fucked in the shower before she sent him home, clean, but thoroughly spent. As she tidied up the bedroom, she made a mental note to buy more protection; three just wasn’t enough, especially if this was going to be a regular occurrence. Dave’s arrival woke her from her daydream; he called out as the door swung shut. “I’m upstairs!” She shouted; seconds later he bounded into the bedroom and embraced her, kissing her lips and squeezing her bum. Guilty feelings swept through her, along with a rush of adrenaline as she kissed him back; she couldn’t believe how horny she was, especially after this afternoon’s activities. He slipped the robe from her shoulders, admiring her lithe form as she undressed him and pushed him onto the bed. Grabbing protection from Dave’s bedside drawer, she suited him up and sat astride him; her slick pussy easily accepting her husband’s girth. As she rode him, Jenny imagined Jake’s mother, a black man between her legs while another pounded her arse; she came, hard, falling forward, Dave thrusting into her from below. She came again, this time she thought of Dave holding her, while Jake filled her pussy from behind; her voice caught in her throat as her orgasm peaked, she felt like her heart had stopped, cunt muscles contracted and milked Dave’s cock, her womb trying to suck his sperm through the rubber.

They lay together, panting; Dave wondered what had gotten into his wife, not knowing that it had gotten into her four times already, and she was busy planning more. For the next few weeks Jake tried to balance his love for Sarah with his lust for Jenny; visiting Jenny when the coast was clear during the day, and seeing Sarah when he could muster the strength in the evenings. Jenny tried not to make things awkward when Jake was around with Sarah, but she was insatiable when she was alone with him; using her leave days from work to stay home when Sarah was in school, being careful not to let her daughter and husband suspect anything by dressing for work in the mornings. She bought her condoms in bigger boxes, although not so large that she couldn’t conceal them in her underwear drawer; but while Jenny’s protection use exploded, Dave and Sarah’s started to wane. Dave sometimes caught Jenny while she was still horny from her lover’s visits, earning him a quickie before Sarah came home; Sarah had to coax Jake’s cock into life before he’d fuck her, and his performance with her had been lacklustre lately.

One morning, feeling neglected, horny, and thinking the house was empty, Sarah decided to take care of herself. Recalling her most delicious dream, she thought of her step-father watching from the doorway whilst she worked her lubricated dildo into her pussy. She found that her orgasms were much more intense when she imagined that her father was watching her play with herself; she didn’t know he was in the house, nor that he was walking up the stairs as she cried out “Oh god, Dave!”

Thinking that something was wrong, he vaulted the last few stairs and rushed into Sarah’s room. She looked up as the door swung open and her father stood there motionless. It was the final push she needed to take her over the edge; he was rooted to the spot as her orgasm hit, her face contorted and chest heaving as she looked into his eyes. He shook his head, clearing the fog which had descended and narrowed his focus to that of his daughter at her most intimate and open of moments. Embarrassed, he turned and left the room, meaning to enter the bathroom when his step-daughter caught up to him; she touched his elbow, stopping him in the hallway; he couldn’t turn around. “I’m so sorry love.” His voice was shaky. “I should have knocked. I didn’t know. I’m so…”

“Dad, stop!” She said quietly, squeezing his elbow. “Please look at me.”

“I can’t.” He said, but she stepped in front of him; he tried not to look at her glorious nakedness; she noticed the reason why he couldn’t turn around. She placed her hand on the bulge in his trousers; he flinched and looked into her eyes, holding her gaze as she traced his length with her finger. He was confused until she stood on her tip-toes and kissed him, arms around his neck, she pulled herself up, pressing her bare breasts into him and encircling his waist with her legs.