(Note this is a reposting of a story I did earlier this year with a promise of more to come ... I've fixed some mistakes and added story tags).
I was shocked. I could not believe my eyes. I look, look away and then look again; I did a double take then a triple take. That face on the cover of the video is familiar. It can’t be. Can it be her? Could it be someone else who looked like her? The big brown eyes, long dark hair, pert nose and full sensuous lips all look like Marsha’s. Are Marsha’s lips sensuous? These lips sure are, but are they Marsha’s? The lips were formed into a smile that was undoubtedly Marsha’s smile. But why would my step-daughter be on the cover of a video in the adult section? Most of her body was showing, and what I could see also looked like what I knew of Marsha. There was no doubt she was one of the main actors in the film. I hesitated and walked around the store wondering what I should do. I was divorced from her mother but she still came by to visit me whenever she was in town, and she had called today to say she is here and wanted to see me. Do I tell her mother? Of course not. I couldn’t do that. On the other hand do I take advantage of this? I have for a long time found Marsh to be very attractive. Yes, she is sensuous. Ever since I perceived that she had become sexually active I have been fantasizing about her. When I was still intimate with her mother I would often think about Marsha. Still, I was a father figure to her and never acted on those fantasies, or even tried to.
In the end I could not resist. I picked out the disc and checked out. It was strange feeling like everyone in the store will know that I had picked up a video with my step daughter, yet rationally I knew that there is no way anyone could know. I made it home and placed the disc on the coffee table. I was still hesitant but in the end I poured myself a scotch and loaded the disc. It started with a couple going at it, a straight heterosexual fuck that seemed too animated to be real. The girl was good looking enough and quite good at acting out her exuberance, but the scene was not doing anything for me. The second scene had the same girl walk into an apartment and there was Marsha in a negligee. There was small talk and a hug that turned into a passionate open mouth kiss. Was Marsha lesbian? Why was she doing a lesbian scene? I sat in front the screen transfixed by the developing love scene. They slowly undressed each other and made their way to the couch while still kissing and hugging. The other girl sat down with Marsha kneeling between her spread legs. Her pussy was shaved except for a wisp of dark hair right above her clit. She told Marsha she was still full of spunk from the earlier fuck. Marsha smiled and let her eyes get bigger, betraying her excitement, then dived right into the muff, sticking her tongue deep into the vagina trying to scoop out the cream that she could undoubtedly smell and taste. She seemed to crave the well fucked pussy, and if it was acting then it was great acting, the best I’ve ever seen in a porn film. No, this could not be just an act, could it? She was kneeling with her gorgeous butt facing the camera. I had imagined Marsha’s butt from what little I had seen underneath a bathing suit or tight shorts, but what I was seeing now was even more beautiful than anything I had imagined. Her legs were slender but not too thin and her skin was smooth and unblemished. This I already knew, but what was pleasantly astounding to me was to see the beauty of her thighs extend all the way up to her ass. Her butt consisted of two full cheeks that were near perfect globes, tight and smooth, without a dimple or mark anywhere. They came together in a line that barely revealed her small, pinkish, puckered anus. Below her anus was the beginning of a line joining her two puffy outer lips and closed in on the vagina I had imagined licking and sucking. The globes of her butt were just the right size. Any smaller and there would be a wide valley between them instead of the thin line. Any bigger and their joining would conceal her anus and other charms. These globes did neither.
As Marsha worked on the pussy in front of her, the camera moved around seeking a better angle. Marsha’s tongue would work up and down the small crack going back and forth between the clit and the vagina. When at the top of the pussy she put a lip lock on the area around the clit, obviously sucking it into her mouth and visibly moving her tongue over it. When her tongue moved down to the vagina it would extend and slip inside the closed hole, fully engulfed in the pink moist flesh and working in and out while a thumb moved over the clit. It did not take long for the girl to come hard. She was shaking and moaning in the throes of her orgasm. Was this an act too, or was it real? Marsha sucked and licked every drop of juice that oozed out of her. Marsha’s oral talents were obvious, and her enthusiasm in applying them would have the coldest woman on fire. This orgasm had to be real.
As the girl came down from her orgasm she and Marsha slowly switched places and I saw my step-daughter’s pussy for the time. She was shaved and had the most beautiful cunt I had ever seen. Her lips were neither too big nor too small. The edges of the inner lips were barely visible on either side of the line of her crack. Her clit protruded slightly, making it bigger than the average hidden clit. Suddenly I was fired up – I have long had an obsession with large clits. It was something I sought in porn but had never come across in real life. Marsha’s mother Mary was on the small side, having a tiny sensitive button almost completely hidden even when aroused, and I had no reason to ever suspect or imagine that Marsha would be the opposite.
The other girl leaned in and licked around Marsha’s cunt then pulled back and pulled the lips apart. Marsha’s moisture put a nice sheen on her lips and clit. The clit was a sight to behold, and I was mesmerized. I knew I needed to suck on that clitty. The girl leaned in and started an enthusiastic and obviously well practiced licking. The building intensity was conveyed in Marsha’s voice as she moaned and in her eyes as she opened them to look at her friend and then closed them and gave herself into the girl’s ministrations. Again if she was acting she was a damn good actress. In no time she was pulling the girl’s head into her crotch, mouthing “yes” over and over again and shaking in a strong orgasm. She was coming hard and so was I. Without realizing it I had freed my prick from my shorts and had been jacking off to the sight of Marsha enjoying her lesbian tryst. My orgasm felt as intense as hers appeared to be.
I stopped the disc for a while and went off to think about it. Before long I was back in front of the screen fast forwarding through the video until I saw her again, this time with two well-endowed men. She handled both of them with ease, taking care of them orally and then alternated between them, sucking one while taking the second one up her cunt. They switched many times, and it was obvious she had no more of a problem tasting her own juices on their pricks than she had tasting another women’s cunt full of spunk. She took both loads in her mouth while mine was shooting up in the air. I could not believe I had jerked off again; two orgasms in less than an hour. I stopped the disc and went to bed. There was probably more, and perhaps more of Marsha, but it would have to wait.
The next morning I went out for my normal coffee house visit and then stopped for some shopping. Pulling into my driveway I spotted Marsha knocking on my door. She turned and smiled and waved at me. I got out and opened the front door to usher her in. I was working very hard on interacting with her without thinking about last night’s video. All kinds of thoughts were rattling through my head as I walked in behind her, but the thought of the disc cover on the coffee table was not one of them. She spotted it and stopped cold. I knew immediately that she had seen it and recognized the jacket. There was an awkward silence with her back to me, and then she slowly turned and quietly asked if I had watched it.
“Some”, I said and there was another long silence.
“Does Mom Know?” I shook my head from side to side.
“Are you going to tell her?” Again I shook my head in a negative response. I was still speechless.
Finally she blurted out “I’m sorry John!” and looked at me with pleading eyes. Was she seeking forgiveness? For what? It was I who needed to be forgiven for letting her become a sex object in my mind. To assuage my guilt I kept telling myself that it was what she wanted – that she had willingly entered into the fantasies of men and that I was after all only a man and one of the thousands or millions whose fantasies she was determined to waltz through.
“Please don’t be sorry. You are a mature adult capable of making your own decisions and taking responsibility for them. We tried to be open minded in raising you and in teaching you about sex, and you obviously passed, with honors. We never expected this but now that I think about it we shouldn’t be surprised. Your body and your life are yours to do with as you see fit and I’m not going to stand in judgment. My only concern is and will always be for your welfare and happiness. Are you happy?”
“Oh John, yes! Now more than ever. I’m so relieved you know and don’t hold it against me. I love what I’m doing. I enjoy the sex …”
“So those orgasms are real?”
“In this movie? Yes. Every one of them is real.”
“Are you doing any drugs? This industry doesn’t have a good reputation.”
“No. No drugs. No cigarettes. I never even get drunk, although I do occasionally have a drink. As dangerous as the business is I want to keep a clear head at all times.”
“The people treat you well?”
“Oh yeah, very much so. Amanda, the girl in the early lesbian scene, has become one of my dearest friends. In fact we are occasional lovers as well, on and off the set. The guys, actors and producers are always considerate and respectful. I know there are a lot of stories out there about the drugs and sleaze, and I’m sure they’re true but I haven’t come across them yet. I work for a very small outfit where everybody knows and likes each other. “
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“I was going with one of the camera men for a while but we broke up last month. He was fine with the adult acting and even with my getting into it and orgasming on the set. He never felt threatened by it. I wish it had worked out with him. When I get horny off camera I usually end up either with Amanda or one of the other guys, including the actors and the director, but that is just casual sex for tension relief and there is no one special in my life right now.”
I looked at her as I digested all this information. “Wow. I think I need a drink. Would you like one?”
“Yes, please. I’ll take a beer.” I got her the beer and poured myself a scotch. As I handed her the drink she asked, rather coyly, “How did I look in the movie?”
“You looked fantastic. I haven’t seen the whole film but saw you with Amanda and then in the threesome…”
“Those guys were great. I loved doing that scene. I haven’t done anything else with them but I’m hoping to hook up with them again soon. Did you know I came three times in that scene?”
“I spotted a couple … “
“You’re blushing. Oh my God!” She suddenly had this mischievous look on her face and she asked me with a big grin “Did I excite you?”
“Marsha, yes you did. You were … are gorgeous. I couldn’t help it”.
“Please John, don’t help it.” We were still standing and now she came closer to me. “Did you know I had a crush on you since you started dating my mother, even before I was a teenager?”
“No I didn’t, but you have grown into a very attractive and very beautiful woman. Now that I have seen you nude in the film I find you even more so. You have the most beautiful body I have ever seen. I already knew you were beautiful and was already impressed with what I could see of your body, but the parts that I saw for the first time last night were even more amazing and more beautiful than my wildest imagination …”
As I was saying this she had moved closer to me and put her hands on my shoulders. “So you had been imagining me?”
“Yes, I have to admit you’ve been in a few fantasies but I never imagined what I saw last night.”
“What parts?” she asked as her face moved even closer and her hands began to work their way around my neck.
“Well, your breasts are about what I expected and imagined, although the nipples are pleasantly bigger. What took me by surprise is the beauty of your genital lips and the awesome size of that little button.”
“You mean ‘Not so little button’ – I’ve often wondered if it would be a turn-off because it was so big.”
“God No! Not at all. In fact, just the opposite. I’ve been obsessed with large clits for a long time but have only seen them in porn movies and pictures. I had given up hope of ever seeing one in real life.”
I couldn’t say anything else even if I wanted to because Marsha was suddenly up against me and her lips were locking on mine. I opened my mouth and our tongues met and wrestled. If I had any inhibitions about our relationship turning physical they disappeared with that kiss. She was hot and passionate and seemed to have her whole heart in it. She was even more into it than she was in her sex scenes. She was moaning into my mouth and gently massaging my lips with hers. Her tongue was snaking in and out of my mouth, trying to taste and feel every corner. I followed her lead probing her mouth with my tongue. The kiss went on and on, and my hands started to wander up and down her back. Eventually I worked my hands to her tight ass over the jeans and started kneading the flesh and pulling her towards me. She slowly rotated her hips as she ground them into me, undoubtedly getting a full measure of my hardness. There was no point in concealing my overwhelming desire for her. Every emotion I ever had towards her came rushing into our kiss and our embrace. It was the beginning of an eruption that would overflow and engulf us both.
While still kissing I started maneuvering her towards the couch. All I could think about was that I was going to get to suck on that beautiful large clit. As we got close to the couch I started to pull her sweater up, my hands sliding on her back. She relaxed and raised her arms. As my hands came up to the bra straps I quickly undid the hooks and continued to move them up. I pulled her sweater up over her head and she let the bra fall to the floor. She looked at me with a big grin and started unbuttoning my shirt. She took it off and pulled off my undershirt, then immediately went for my belt and loosened my pants. At the same time I got busy again at her waist, loosening and pulling down her jeans and panties. The clean shaved pussy that was revealed to me was even better than the one in the film. She glistened with moisture and the head of her engorged clit protruded from between her lips. As I kicked away my shoes and pants I knelt to the floor and maneuvered her to sit on the couch with me between her legs. I slowly inched my face towards her groin, but used every ounce of discipline to avoid a direct attack on her clit. I wanted both of us to savor this act of worship on my part and the realization of my wildest dreams. I inhaled her aroma and planted kisses on both sides of her pussy, on the inner thighs and lips and licked the valleys where her thighs met her crotch. Her aroma was deliciously heady but it was obvious she had recently washed her sex and that the aroma was fresh from her arousal.
I was deliberately avoiding her pussy for now, but she would not have it for long. She started gyrating her hips, trying to work her pussy into my mouth. I rode the waves and continued to pay attention to the peripheral flesh until I heard her moan “Please”. I then turned and licked up the crack of her pussy, starting at her anus and working up over the vagina, lingering there only for a moment to rim the opening, and on up to the clit and out over the top. She shuddered and said “Yes, Oh God I need that”. I did the same thing again and again as I worked her into a frenzy, but just as she was starting to quiver and climb to her orgasm I pulled back and went down to her anus. I rimmed it again, working in several circles and worked my tongue slightly in and out. She was now lifting her ass off the couch trying to get more of my tongue in there. I slowly worked back up to her vagina and darted my tongue in and out of it. Again she pushed her pussy into my mouth and moaned loudly. She also firmly planted her hands on the back of my head and started pulling me in ever harder. After several strokes in her pussy I moved my tongue up to her clit and started flicking it with the tip. I also worked my left hand up to her tits and began massaging her left tit and rolling the nipple between my thumb and fore finger.
As Marsha’s excitement built up I worked a finger first into her pussy for moisture and then into her anus. I pushed a little and it slipped right in. She moaned, and then pleaded “Please John, put two fingers in there”. I pulled out and wet the middle finger in her pussy then moved the middle and index fingers onto her anus. I pushed and she opened right up with a loud sigh. I also moved my thumb into her vagina and started stroking the pussy and ass in and out while my lips locked onto her clit. I was savoring the large button that had been the object of so many desires. The fulfillment all at once of every fantasy I ever had was overwhelming me and I took it out on that clit, munching and sucking with an intensity I never felt before. She was gyrating powerfully and it was all that I could do to ride stay with her. It didn’t take long for her to spasm in a powerful orgasm. She shook and screamed, rolling her head from side to side and clamped her legs around my neck while pulling my head even more tightly against her pussy.
She was coming hard and I realized that as she came down she would be too sensitive for any more stimulation, so I relaxed and pulled back. I kept my fingers in her pussy and ass but did not move them. I rested my head on her knee and watched her breathing slowly return to normal. As she relaxed she smiled then opened her eyes. “That was incredible, the best orgasm I ever remember having. You’re better than I ever imagined.” “I was inspired.” Was my only response as I closed my eyes and took in the smells of her oozing cum juices. I was in heaven just sitting next to her, and I had sucked on the clit of all my dreams. Life could not get any better.
But it would, because Marsha wasn’t going to sit still for long. She pulled me up to her and as I sat down on the couch our lips met in another passionate kiss. At the same time her hand reached for my cock. I was self conscious for a moment, knowing that while I was no slouch in the size department I also did not measure up to any of the guys in the adult industry and was much smaller than what she was by now used to. If this was a problem for Marsha she never showed it. She slowly massaged my dick and got it semi hard, then leaned into my crotch and took the head and some of the shaft into her mouth. She moved up and down slowly while her tongue flicked on the head and wormed itself into the piss hole. She wrapped her left hand around the shaft and moved it up and down as she sucked the head. I tried to relax and enjoy it but I knew that I would come quickly if she kept this up, and I wanted it to last. I was now thinking that it would be nice to fuck the tight pussy that was so taut around my thumb. I was slowly massaging her scalp and telling her to take it easy when she sensed my dilemma and pulled away. Just in time, for I was ready to blow a load down her throat.
She slowly straddled me, still holding my dick to place the head right up against her vaginal opening, then slowly sank down on it. I watched it disappear one tenth of inch at a time inside her moist pussy. “I give a hell of blow job.” She whispered as she leaned her head into my shoulder. “But I think this is better for now. We want to make this last. Just remember next time that your ass is mine in every sense“ she said as she rotated her hips into my crotch. “Will there be a next time?”
She leaned back away from me and stopped.
“Don’t you want there to be?”
“Yes I do. Very much, but will you want me?”
“John, I’m going to fuck you every day until I leave. Yes, there will be a next time and another and another. “
“Is this small cock enough to satisfy you?”
“God yes! Your cock feels wonderful.” She stopped moving for a minute and just looked at me. “You know the images you see on tape and on disc are enhanced to make the actors look bigger. Sure they’re big, but nowhere near as big as they claim. Besides, it’s not the size of the cock that does it. If it was, we women would forget the men and be into large dildo’s.” As she was talking she started rotating her hips again and getting more excited and animated. “It’s the person behind the cock that matters. What they say, what they do and how they smile all have a lot more to do with making a man desirable and attractive than the size or shape of their equipment. “
Marsha was now moving back and forth with her hands on my shoulders and my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. I was listening to her and looking down at the glistening shaft. I was focused on the sensations of the stroking and it would not be long before I was pumping a load of sperm into her. Given her line of work I assumed it was safe to come inside her. As my orgasm built I looked into her eyes and pulled her towards me, bringing her lips to mine. I started pushing earnestly into her pussy, trying to get my cock as deep as it would go. I was ready to blow and she felt it. She at once tightened her embrace around my neck and clamped the muscles of her vagina around my cock. These contractions served to heighten the sensations for both of us and we both went into spasms. Her convulsions were powerful. I buried my cock as deep as I could in her cunt and froze, moving just enough to trigger the first stream of spunk into her deepest recesses. I did not need to move much because her spasms around my cock were doing the job of stimulating me and triggering the release of one jet after another of thick semen. She was breathing hard and fast into my neck, oblivious to me and everything else around her, moaning loudly in another powerful orgasm for her.
We came down slowly but still holding each other tightly and with our groins completely joined, as close as the genitals of a man and woman can possibly get. My hands were on her back slowly massaging her. She had her head on my shoulders and was taking slow deep breaths and occasionally moaning into my ear. After a few minutes she pulled back, looked at me in wonder for a minute, then smiled and leaned back into me, placing a small peck on my cheek. She was obviously content and happy and so was I.
She kept her word about making love the rest of the time she was in town, and after she left she stayed in touch and kept sending me her videos, both old and new. Before long I moved out to California to manage her and Amanda. Her mother was shocked and angry when she found out about Marsha’s vocation, but eventually came to terms with it. Before I left town we watched some of the videos together worked ourselves into sexual frenzies that were relieved by the best sex I ever enjoyed with Mary. The wildest times of all happened when Mary visited us in California.
All these are stories yet to be written.
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