Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex) novel Chapter 20

Chapter 6

His fingers slithered upwards until they reached my pussy. They slid across my tender outer lips and I gasped and my father pressed his fingers between them, using his forefinger and ring finger to spread my labia apart. He slid his middle finger back and forth over my exposed pink flesh, lingering at my opening before running up to glide over my clitoris. My young, virginal pussy was soaking wet; juice was trickling down between my ass cheeks.

“Daddy...Daddy, please...”

I shifted my hips, pressing my cunt down onto my father’s hand. His arm clasped my shoulder tight as he pressed the tip of his middle finger into my opening. It glided in easily. This was it: my first touch by a man, the first time anyone had been inside of me. A quick thought of the girls in my classes flashed through my mind. While they had talked of being fingered, I doubted it was anything like this. I was being touched by a man who knew what he was doing, not by some nervous high school boy. I suddenly knew that all the waiting had been worthwhile.

My father pressed his finger into me, groaning between our mouths as he did so. He began to pump his finger in and out, slowly and deliberately at first, and then faster and faster. I had broken my hymen a few years ago, so there was no sharp pain from his finger. The only thing I felt was a deep, pulsing pleasure, my pussy contracting regularly as he finger-fucked me.

After a few moments, my father extracted his finger and moved his hand to my thigh. He flipped me away from him, putting my back to his and his pelvis against my ass. He raised his hips from the bed and slid his underwear down, kicking them off his feet. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him.

“I love you, baby girl.” “I love you too, Daddy.”

It was the moment I had dreamed of, the moment I had been aching for.

Raising my outside thigh, my father pressed his hips forward and I felt his cock slide across my wet lips. I shuddered as his hard cockhead passed over my clitoris, sending tingling bolts of pleasure shooting to the farthest reaches of my body. After a few strokes back and forth, his head and shaft growing slippery with my juices, my father paused with his hips pulled back, his head against my opening. My body and mind were screaming, begging, for him to enter me. I rolled my hips around, moaning as his head pressed gently into my opening, the smell of our sexes strong in the air.

“Are you sure this is what you want, my daughter?” my father asked, his body motionless I reached a hand behind us and grabbed his ass.