shivers 1

The first time she came to him in the night, shivering in the thin cheap rayon nightie that he could see clear through, they both knew it was wrong. The wispy panties had been so insubstantial that he could barely tell she had any on. Their kisses had been timid at first, exploratory. Her lips against his were soft and slippery, as if she had never kissed before, but she was a natural. The first time he traced the contours of her body, outside the nightie, she quivered with suppressed excitement and the need to be silent, but the way her head burrowed into his neck and the enthusiasm with which she parted her thin legs told him she wanted to feel his hands on her.

Her tentative first investigation of his cock through his pajama pants was nevertheless thorough and the silence surrounding them was punctuated by the sharp intake of her breath when she felt it move beneath her touch. She liked to turn the lamp on so that he could see her. Though she was covered by the nightie, she knew very well that he could see her in great detail. She found that it excited her very much for him to see her naked or nearly so, and she took every opportunity to make sure he could see as much as possible of her-especially when her mother was around. Spreading her legs wide and pulling the crotch of her panties aside when her mother was facing in another direction, lifting her shirt to expose her bra or her bare breasts when only he could see her, bending over so that he could see down the front of her shirt, all these actions kept her in a constant state of arousal. Gillian was well aware that if they were caught, her stepfather would bear the brunt of the bad things that could happen. It was unlikely that he would go to jail, after all, she was over eighteen now, but he would be censured at work and mom would probably put him through a very public and acrimonious divorce. Friends and family would all be aware of what they had done.

She would be forgiven, they would all believe he had taken advantage of her youth and inexperience, never suspecting that she had been the one to initiate contact when she had gone to his bed all but naked that first night and crawled in beside him. It had been her hands that guided and molded his to her small breasts. It had been she who had first slipped the strap of her nightie down, baring a single breast and tugging his head down until his lips had encircled her tiny nipple. Most of all, it had been her choice to slip her hand inside the fly of his pajamas and grip his thick, hard penis. Hugh had never objected to any of it, his heart had pounded as loud and hard as hers as she took liberty after liberty. Lately, Gillian had been climbing into bed with him after lifting her nightie up above her naval, straddling the lump in his pajamas and rubbing the little nubbin of her clit against the bottom of his hardness.

She had made herself cum several times that way. Tonight was the first time they had been alone together in the house since she had started their little games. Her mother was at church, chaperoning a ‘lock-in’ for teens under fourteen years old and would not be home before mid-morning the next day. Gillian slipped from beneath the covers on her bed when she heard her stepfather come upstairs to bed. Her nipples stood erect as she bent over and slid her panties down around her ankles, kicking them silently to one side of the room. Padding to her bedroom door in her bare feet, she slipped silently into the hallway. Daddy’s door was partway open and she smiled to herself. She knew he was hoping that she’d come to him. She sank to her knees beside the head of his bed and reached out to smooth the wavy salt and pepper hair that hung over one eye when he lay down. “Can we?” she whispered, tracing a finger down his jaw to his chest. Hugh lifted the covers and motioned for her to get inside. Impulsively, Gillian reached for and switched on the small table lamp at Hugh’s bedside. The simple rayon nightie was translucent, and Gillian’s pale flesh was clearly visible beneath it as she stretched out beside Hugh on her hands and knees. Her dark red, short bobbed hair hung down seductively over one eye as she posed for him, making sure that he had a good view of her lightly freckled body. Her head was towards his feet as she lowered herself down on her left side and raised her right knee straight up.

The nightie rose above her hip, and Hugh was treated to a spectacular view of her shaved mound and the pink lips of her sex. She reached for the opening of his fly and lifted his swollen penis through it, her slim fingers delicately investigating the distended veins and slick hot flesh of the member. One hand crept through his fly and cupped his heavy balls, lifting them out of his pajama bottoms and spreading them on top of the soft cotton material. Her hot moist breath made the tiny hairs stir and rise on his cock. Now words passed between them. Delicately, as if she were trying to kiss a butterfly, Gillian leaned forward and her tiny pink tongue stabbed out timidly at the helmet shaped head and retreated back between into her wide generous mouth. With a smile of wonder on her face, her tongue quickly speared back out and her tongue curled around the base of his glans. She breathed deeply of his musky man scent and the faint traces of his cologne. Gillian’s nipples rose high and hard, pink in the lamplight as Hugh made a sighing sound deep in his chest. His cock strained towards her parted lips, only his hips moving. She knew what he wanted. She wanted it too. As she bent her head forward and took the helmet shaped head between her pale pink lips, she felt Hugh’s hands on her thighs, pushing them further apart. Just as her lips closed around the hot head of his cock, she felt his moist hot tongue spear between the lips of her own sex, his chin shoved up against the hard nubbin of her clit. “Oh my god daddy!” she mumbled through her busy lips. “Oh my god!” Of their own volition, Gillian’s slender hips began to move.

Daddy’s tongue was creating feelings in her belly that she had never felt before. She didn’t care what anybody thought, this felt too good to be wrong. Raising herself upright, squatting over his face, she crossed her arms and lifted the nightie over her head. She had never been completely naked with him before, and it felt deliciously wicked. Looking down past her hard belly, she could see her daddy’s chin working as he speared her tight pussy with his tongue. Eagerly, she bent her head back down and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. His tongue slid over the lips of her sex, and then his lips surrounded the nubbin of her clit and sucked on it lightly. Gillian’s eyes fluttered involuntarily and her stomach contracted. The huge cock in her mouth forced her to breathe in through her nose as he drove her towards something much larger than the orgasms she had experienced in her bed when she was alone late at night. This was huge, something as strong as the tides at the beach. She took her mouth off him and gasped, her small hand squeezing his cock and jerking it rapidly. It seemed to her that there was something else she needed to do and she was frantic to find out what it was and do it. Daddy was making things happen in a hurry and it felt so incredible she never wanted it to stop. Her hips jerked, and she tried hard to restrain them because she didn’t want to move her clit from his sucking mouth…it felt so good! “Ahhh, god daddy, don’t stop! Stick your tongue inside! Inside me please!” Hugh cupped her ass cheeks in both hands and thrust his tongue inside her as far as it would go, swirling it around and tasting the fresh juices of his stepdaughter’s pussy.

She scratched at his pajama bottoms, making him lift his hips as she pushed them down past his knees. Gillian ran her small hands over his brawny thighs in frantic agitation and then grabbed his rigid cock in her eager hands, seeking the engorged head fervently with her soft mouth. She parted her lips and plunged her head down on his shaft, taking him as deeply into her throat as she could without choking. It was impossible to tell him how good his tongue felt inside her when she was sucking him, but she tried. The vibrations from her garbled words tipped Hugh over the edge and his cum spilled into her mouth. She had always wondered how she would handle it when she finally let a boy cum in her mouth.