Benjamin Royce - The spying stepdaughter

The moment she stepped out on the stage, her nervousness vanished. She wasn't just plain Cheri anymore. She was a total sexual animal. She knew that every man and woman in the place would be eating her up with their eyes. She could hardly wait to finish the first song so she could get out of her scant covering. She wanted to be completely naked in public. She wanted to be naked in front of Bill.

After her first glance at him, Cheri fought to it keep her eyes off Bill. She had seen the shock of recognition on his face and the thought flashed through her mind that he didn't like the idea of seeing her up there. She concentrated on looking at the guys who were really getting off on her. She finally found herself getting back into it.

As she twisted and turned her naked body, being careful that she moved her legs in such a way to give the guys who had put money on the stage the best look at her pussy, she continued to feel the heat moving through her body. Her cunt kept getting wetter and wetter. She even felt moisture seeping onto her inner thighs. She could feel the pressure building in her crotch and knew that if she dared look at Bill, she would start coming.

As she moved to lie on the stage, to simulate being fucked, she felt it building. The heat continued to wash over her body, finally centering in her crotch. She could almost feel a physical force there, as if the looks she was getting were actually fucking her. It was almost like having a hot tongue, or a hard prick moving between her satin lips. She wanted to reach down and fuck her finger into her cunt so bad that it hurt. Then she looked at Bill.

It might have been the reflection of the light but his eyes looked as if they were on fire. He was staring at her pussy so hard that tears were almost coming to his eyes. He hadn't laid any money on the stage, but Cheri felt herself turn toward him. She wanted him to see how wet she was. She wanted him to be able to look directly at her cunt. She wanted him to fuck her. Then she lost all track of everything as her body trembled with orgasm.

There were vague flashes in Cheri's mind of strong, gentle hands lifting her naked body, of soft hands dressing her, of the chill of fresh air on her face, of a bouncy ride, of voices she thought she recognized, then a soft bed. When she finally came to her senses, she could almost call her surroundings familiar, but they just didn't look right. She finally discovered that she was in the same bedroom where she had spent much of her childhood.

"What the hell am I doing here?" she whispered.

The bed was soft, but she felt uncomfortable. Even though her first movements told her that she was very weak, she could feel her strength returning. She wanted to get up. She wanted to find her mother and ask how she came to be here. But she wasn't sure she was up to moving that much, or up to facing her mother. She just lay, staring in the semi-darkness at the almost familiar walls, wondering what was going on.

It was about then that the voices seeped through the walls.

Cheri couldn't make out the words and longed to climb out of bed and tiptoe to the door, but she could recognize the voices. It was definitely her mother, with that belligerent whine she used when she had been drinking, and there was no way Cheri couldn't pick Bill's voice out of a crowd of a thousand.

Cheri strained her cars, trying to make out the words. But it was no use. She would have to get out of bed, and she didn't dare do that.

At first it was only because she was afraid her legs wouldn't hold her, but there was also apprehension that her mother would come and check on her and she wouldn't be quick enough to get back in bed.

Watching the lights from the cars on the Interstate produce dancing patterns on the window curtains, Cheri tried to amplify her hearing, but she couldn't catch a single word. Not until her mother went to the bathroom.

She heard Bill speaking from near the bathroom door. "Are you sure?"

Neva said something Cheri couldn't catch. "Okay," Bill said. "You know I'll love it, but I want you to be sure."

"I hope the hole is still in the door," Cheri said to herself.

By the time she heard the rhythmic speaking of the springs, Cheri was so hot and wet that she worried about the sheets. Careful to raise her ass up so she wouldn't slide on the bed, she slipped out and headed for her door.

The hole was still there, but Cheri found that she didn't enjoy watching as much as she had when she was a kid. Even though they were lying in a perfect position for viewing, with a clear shot at watching Bill's lovely prick fucking in and out of her mother's beautiful cunt, Cheri didn't feel the old excitement. Perhaps it was because she had been fucked so much. She wanted to be in there with them. If she could just find the nerve.

Neither of them appeared to notice as she eased the door open. She could hear their grunts and groans better, and the smell of hot sex almost permeated the room. Cheri found that the scent of their pleasure added to her own, even before she was close to the bed. She stood, enjoying the view of the two naked bodies, the prick fucking in and out of her mother's cunt.

Easing herself onto the bed so that she could feel the heat from Neva's body on her hot cunt and press her hard nipple against Bill's leg, she moved her head up so close that her entire head was filled with the smell of hot sex. Up close, the sight of Bill's hard-on fucking into her mother's box was even more beautiful. Moving in closer, Cheri pushed her tongue out to rake it across Bill's wet prick, right at the point where it was coming out of Neva's cunt. It was so delicious that it sent little stars of delight shattering through Cheri's brain.

Shifting her body to bring her mouth more in line with what she wanted to do, Cheri felt her hot pussy come in contact with Neva's shoulder. Now she could get her tongue into position so that she could run it over the bottom of her mother's smooth cunt-lips and along the length of Bill's prick in quick, alternating darts. She got so wound up in the taste and feel of what she was doing she almost didn't notice the hand on her leg, pushing it up so that the cool air played with her cunt-hair, letting some of the heat escape from her wet pussy. But she did notice when she felt the darting, wet tongue sliding along her own cunt-lips.

"Oh, Bill!" Cheri moaned, her lips against her mother's pussy, her tongue licking the juices from Bill's cock. Then she realized that the lips on her own pussy didn't have the rough feel of a man's lips.

Cheri almost lost it when she realized that her mother was eating her pussy. But she held on and continued working on Bill's cock and her mother's cunt until she felt the insistent pull of hands on her legs and hips.

"Honey," Neva said, "get on top so you can suck my clit."

In the mad scramble for new position, Cheri barely noticed the looks on the faces of Bill and Neva. But she did notice and it gave her a warm feeling like none she had never experienced before.

Feeling her mother's big tits pressed against her stomach, her own pressed against the naked belly of her mother, her mother's lips on her cunt, and Bill's hands on her bare shoulders, Cheri almost didn't need the taste and feel of her mother's pussy to get off. It added to the taste and pleasure being able to lick at Bill's big prick as it fucked in and out of Neva's cunthole. Cheri almost drowned in the sensations which flooded her mind and body. She knew she was soaking her mother's face with her fuck-juices.

Reaching around to clench his ass so she could really tell when he was shooting, Cheri waited until he had shot a couple of good wads before pushing him up and back.

Cheri hadn't wanted to cheat her mother, but she did want to taste Bill's cock in her mouth. His prick was still spurting in great, white gobs as it came out of Neva's cunt, and Cheri hungrily grabbed the huge, beautiful thing and stuck it in her mouth.