Ray Todd - Naughty like mom

"How about a Coke?" she suggested later that morning.

"Fine," he smiled, handing her some change. "The Coke machine is just through the door. It's time we take a break, anyway."

When she returned with the drinks, she sat on his desk, facing his chair. Bracing her hands on the desk behind her, she leaned back and slightly opened her thighs. In this relaxed, innocent position, she realized that her pussy was exposed to him under her short skirt. She was nervously holding her breath, waiting for him to glance up. Robin was wondering what his reaction would be when he saw her juicy, young cunt only inches in front of his eyes.

It was only a few seconds later when he glanced up. An expression of complete shock came over his face. He quickly looked away.

"This is neat to relax for a few minutes," Robin giggled, opening her thighs a bit further.

"Yes, it is," he stammered, trying valiantly to keep his eyes away from her exposed pubic area.

Robin noted with satisfaction that his eyes kept darting back to the erotic sight as he nervously tried to converse. She could see little beads of perspiration forming on his brow. Robin wasn't sure if they were caused by excitement or embarrassment. She was certain that Bob thought she was accidentally displaying herself and was too embarrassed to tell her. Robin began slowly swinging her leg back and forth over the edge of the desk, knowing that the action was faintly opening and closing her wet cuntlips. Even though he kept glancing away, she could tell the gentle movement of her slippery pussy was exciting him.

As much as Bob enjoyed the exciting sight of Robin's pussy, he knew that he should tell her to close her legs, but he was afraid that it would embarrass her to know that he'd seen her cunt. The only alternative was to keep talking and hope that she would soon change her position. He was aware of how naive and innocent the girl was, and he certainly didn't want her to be distressed because of her carelessness.

Taking quick glances between her legs, he could see the soft flesh of her moist cunt nestled in the furry triangle of silken pubic hairs. With her lovely leg swinging gently over the edge of the desk, he could see her warm, slippery cuntal lips faintly opening and closing as little drops of cunt juice oozed through her slit. He was getting a fantastic erection.

Glancing down at him with her wide, innocent eyes, Robin could see the excitement on his face, as well as the big throbbing bulge in his pants. Her plan was working even better than she expected and she knew it was almost time to make the next move.

"Bob," she suddenly asked, subtly arching her hips a bit to provide her cunt more exposure. "As father to daughter, how old should a girl be to have sex?"

"A lot older than you are," he quickly answered, startled by her frank question.

"Why?" she asked innocently.

"Because you're still a kid!" he stammered. "Now let's change the subject."

"But, Bob," she continued. "You're like my dad. If I can't ask you about these things, who can I turn to?"

"Ask your mother."

"She hasn't time for me." She pretended to pout. "Please advise me, Bob. I really need to talk to someone."

"All right, honey," he smiled, touched by her naive plea. "How can I help you?"

"Why am I too young to have sex?"

"You're still only a child," he tried to explain.

"But I'm almost as old as Mom was when she was first married," she giggled.

Staring between her legs at the soft nest of pubic hairs, he suddenly realized that a eighteen-year-old girl wasn't a child any longer.

"Bob," she continued when he didn't answer. "I've been having sex with Lance for the past few months. Is that wrong?"

"You've been having sex with Lance!" he gasped, unable to believe what she'd said.

"Yes."

"Because," she answered slowly, knowing that this was the moment to fully arouse his imagination. "I love the feeling of his big, hard thing slithering in and out of the juicy, little slit."

He was too stunned to speak, and staring numbly between her legs he could vividly imagine a hard, round cock sliding in and out of the slippery little cunt that was only inches from his eyes. His excited prick was lurching wildly in his pants. Her graphic description was blowing his mind.

"There's something so wonderful about a man's thing," she continued. "It's so big and hard, and it feels so good against the softness of my inner flesh."

As if unable to comprehend what was going on, he took his eyes away from her pussy and looked at her lovely, young face. Her sensuous half-closed eyes and her moist, parted lips were not the features of a child.

"Maybe I'm naughty," she whispered, "but I love to feel a man's hands caress and fondle my juicy, little pussy."

From the wild expression on her stepfather's face, the cunning girl knew that the time to strike had come, and she knew that she had to pursue it before his state of excitement diminished.

"And I love to be held in a man's arms," she whispered, sliding off the desk in such a manner that her short skirt was pulled above her hips. Before Bob realized what was happening, Robin had settled herself in his lap, her skirt pulled above her ass.

"Ooooooh, I can feel your big hard cock," she whispered, taking his hand and guiding it up between her thighs until his fingers touched her slippery cunt.

When she felt him pulling his hand away, she forced it back as she writhed her soft ass against his throbbing cock.

"Please play with my pussy for a minute," she whispered, flicking her tongue around his ear.

Bob almost shot his wad when his finger touched the hot, slippery moistness of her fuckhole. No longer able to link this hot sex-pot to his lovely, innocent stepdaughter, he plunged his excited finger deep into her juicy young slit.

"Ooooooh, yes," she whispered. "That's it, honey. Now finger-fuck me good."

Sobbing with ecstasy as his finger plunged in and out of her foamy cunt, she squirmed around on his lap until his fly was within reach. She quickly reached down, and after a bit of a struggle, her hand emerged with his lurching cock grasped tightly in her fist.

This was the only cock she had ever handled with the exception of Lance's. She was quite surprised by the difference in the two male organs. Robin had always assumed that a cock was a cock, with no physical differences, but now she certainly knew differently. Lance's cock was long and smooth, and was as hard as tempered steel, but Bob's prick was gnarly and much, much thicker. Although not quite as hard as Lance's, there was a firm meatiness about it that she found very erotic.

The foreskin that she was sliding back and forth over his big, purple glans was thicker and more rubbery than Lance's smooth, satiny skin.

"Jesus Christ that feels good, Robin," he whispered as he writhed under her in the chair.

"I'm glad," she whispered. "That's the least a girl can do for her sweet daddy."

When they had reached a wild state of excitement, Robin quickly jumped up and pulled the brief dress over her head, exposing her naked body to her stepfather for the first time. Staring at her exquisite body, he fully realized it wasn't the figure of a child.

"Come on, Daddy," she teased, running across the room and lunging onto a huge, velvet couch that ran almost the full length of the wall. "I want to be fucked."

Bob began frantically tearing off his clothes as he watched Robin sensuously fingering her cunt that was so lewdly exposed.

No longer giving a damn if she was his stepdaughter, he quickly crawled between her spread legs. Frantically grasping his cock with one hand, he guided it between her smooth thighs toward its juicy reward.

"Ooooooh, Daddy," she whispered when she felt the massive prick probing her twitching cuntlips. "God, that feels big."