"Bad news ladies," I said seconds after hanging up the phone. "Your mom is stuck out of town and won't be home in time to watch the ball drop. Looks like we'll have to ring in the new year without her."
"That sucks," my stepdaughter Tracie said. "She's going to miss the party."
"We can still have the party, right," my other stepdaughter Jeannie asked expectantly. "We can't cancel out now."
"No worries," I said. "You can still have your friends come over tonight for as much debauchery as you all can handle."
Jeannie, 23, and her 22-year-old sister were home for their holiday break from the university, and had invited a few of their high school friends over to our house for New Year's Eve. Just girls, no boys, I was assured. I had hoped my wife would be home to chaperone, but it looks like that will be my job tonight.
. . . .
"Welcome and hand over your keys," I said to our guests shortly after they arrived. It turned out only two other girls showed up, not the four I expected. "I only have two rules tonight; One, since you're all over 21 it's an open bar, but you're not driving home until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. That's why I have your keys. Two, if you're going to smoke," I paused and glared at Tracie, "do it outside. Other than that, enjoy yourselves."
"Does that include pot," Tracie asked with a devilish smile, which earned her a slap from her friend Kat and a blush from her friend Jill.
"Definitely outside... just save some for me," I smiled, letting Kat and Jill know I was cool with what one or both had apparently brought to the party.
. . . .
Look but don't touch was my rule #1, and in the nine years that the girls' mother and I have been married, I've looked and lusted at both girls on a couple of occasions, but never did anything about it other than the occasional masturbation session in the shower. The girls were very flirtatious with me when their mom and I first started dating, and on a few occasions they tried to embarrass me with sex-related questions. I would matter-of-factly answer anything they asked, showing no fear.
Jeannie was the more laid back of the two. She was the proverbial 'good girl' who didn't get into trouble, got terrific grades in school, and had a low-key social life over the years.
Tracie was the opposite. She was the one who needed an extra class at summer school after failing a math class, the party girl who seemed to have a different boyfriend every month, and the one who decided it would be fun to ask me first about condoms and birth control pills rather than ask her mother. Tracie was also the one who, on one trip to the beach, flashed me her tits and wiggled her shapely ass while her mother was asleep on a towel next to me. Damn swim trunks could not hide my automatic arousal.
Jeannie was never so overt, but her walking around the house in only a t-shirt and bikini bottoms was more than enough to get the blood flowing. She never seemed to do that when her mom was home.
. . . .
I made plates of munchies for the party goers, but the most part I left them alone and drank beer and watched movies in my home office. A little before midnight I heard Jeannie call me downstairs. So we watched the ball drop in Times Square, gave each other hugs and platonic kisses, and I popped open the bottle of champagne I bought for a traditional glass of bubbly for all of us. Jeannie and Tracie's phones both buzzed within moments of each other -- it was their mom texting them a 'Happy New Year." I finished my champagne and went back to my movie.
. . . .
"No way, you ask him," I heard Jeannie say as I was in the kitchen grabbing my last beer of the evening. It was about 1 a.m.
"I'm not doing it. He's your step-dad," Kat said.
"Ask me what," I said as I walked back into the living room turned party room. Everyone was sitting on the floor, except for Jill who had passed out on the couch. It was Tracie who spoke.
"Kat wanted to know if you like her tits."
"That was NOT the question you ass," Kat cried out, and both Jeannie and Tracie rolled over in hysterics.
After waiting a few seconds, I was about ready to walk away when Tracie straightened up. "OK, seriously, answer this, and it's just between us." She looked at Jeannie and Kat, then back at me.
"If you could do anything you wanted to do right now, and I mean sex, with anyone, anywhere, no consequences and no questions asked, what would you do?"
"What the ...? What kind of question is that?"
"The kind you ask after several drinks and a joint or two. So...."
I wasn't sure exactly what was behind the question, other than the three of them were drunk and possibly horny and I was the only guy in the house so let's see if we can get a rise out of him, so to speak.
She looked at me expectantly. I had a feeling Tracie was the instigator in this, so after a few seconds of thought I looked directly at her. "No consequences and no limits?" She nodded.
"In that case," I said as matter-of-factly as I could, with an added pause for dramatic effect, "I would eat your pussy 'til you came then fuck you doggie-style, right here in front of your sister and friends."
"Holy shit," I heard Kat say.
"Oh my God," Jeannie said.
"Yes," Tracie shouted, elated. "I win! I knew you wanted to fuck me. Now I got you to admit it."
"I admit nothing, I said. "You asked a hypothetical, I gave you an answer I thought you would want to hear." I lied. If I was ever going to have sex with one of my step-daughters, Tracie was the one I wanted first. I wanted the 'bad girl', the one who loved to fuck any way, any time.
"Bullshit," Tracie said. "You'd do me if you could, wouldn't you."
I didn't reply. But my cock started to throb.
"You know how I know?" Her eyes moved down to my crotch. "That growing bulge in your pants, and you haven't left the room yet."
I fidgeted when she said that, and not because of my arousal. She was right. Why hadn't I left the room? That would have ended things right there. I looked over at Jeannie and Kat, who were looking at me to see what was going to happen next.
"Perhaps," I said, essentially admitting she was right. "Too bad we don't live in that world."
"We can, for one night," she said, and she took off her t-shirt, revealing those luscious boobs that she'd flashed at me a couple of years earlier.
"Trace..." Jeannie said.
"Shhhhh," Kat interrupted.
I was transfixed, watching Tracie play with her tits. She wasn't overly endowed, but boobs were large and firm and her nipples were pink, round, and at that moment very hard. She looked deeply into my eyes, down again at the obvious bulge in my pants, and back to my eyes.
Lust took over. Without saying a word I dropped to the floor in front of her, pulled off her sweatpants and panties in one fast tug, and buried my face into her pussy to taste her delicious nectar.
"Oh Shit," Jeannie and Kat said, almost in unison. "Fuck,"
was all Tracie could say as I started to kiss, suck and lick her delicious pussy. She naturally had only a slight amount of hair and it glistened with her sex. She tasted just as I imagined -- fresh, sweet, with that hint of tanginess. I eagerly lapped up her juices, splitting her outer lips with my tongue and driving my tongue as deep as I could into her. Her thighs tightened around my head to hold me in place, not that I was going anywhere.
"God-dammit, that feels sooooo good," Tracie moaned. I slowly licked up and down her slit, then flicked at the hood over her clit, which caused her hips to buck. Puckering my lips I covered her clit and started sucking in and out. Tracie groaned louder, and had her first orgasm a moment later when I slid a finger inside her and found her g-spot. "Fuck Yes!"
My cock throbbed as she drenched my face with her juices. A squirter! How Fucking Sexy!!
Tracie continued to wriggle and squirm on the floor as I slowly eased my oral assault. But I wasn't going to give her any time to catch her breath. I rolled her over onto her belly and propped her up on her knees and elbows. On any other occasion I would have taken my time, massaging and kissing and caressing her legs, her back and her sexy ass. That wasn't my plan.
I kneeled behind her, smeared the head of my cock with my pre-cum and juices from her swollen pussy lips, and thrust inside her. She gasped as the length of my cock filled her. Her pussy was unbelievably tight, holding onto my cock like the most pleasurable clamp you could imagine.
"So good, so good, so good," Tracie repeated as I pumped into her pussy. It was a heavenly sight looking down at her ass, watching my dick disappear deep into her over and over. I kept a good, steady pace, enjoying our first fuck.
In all my bliss with Tracie I had momentarily forgotten about Jeannie and Kat. I looked over and found them both naked, with Jeannie's face buried between Kat's legs. Damn, I wonder how many times Jeannie and Tracie have 69'd each other while their mom and I slept down the hall.
The sight of the two other girls, along with Tracie's louder moans, brought me to the brink. "I'm gonna cum in your sweet hole, honey," I cried out, the first words I had spoken to her since we started.
"Fuck yes, fill my pussy," Tracie cried out. I grabbed her hips and thrust as I fast and as hard as I could.
"Uhhhhh," I grunted, and my balls exploded and my cum shot deep into her, and as I pulsed I could feel her muscles milking my cock for every last last drop.
I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply.
. . . . "Well,"
Tracie asked again, snapping me out of my erotic trip to Fantasyland and back into the real world. There was no way I could tell her, tell them, what just raced through my mind.
"Well, one guy with four attractive college-aged girls in the house -- that could lead too all kinds of interesting activities, couldn't it." I smiled, took a swig of my beer, and went back to my office to take matters into my own hand.
Rule #1 still in effect.
. . End . .
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