Benjamin Royce: The spying stepdaughter

The gentle fingers smoothed the curly copper hair to each side of the swollen cunt-lips, delighting in the silky feel of the already dampening skin. As the fingers gently stroked the cunt-lips apart, before plunging into the grasping depths, one fingertip gently brushed the clit, bringing a moan of pure animal pleasure from the full lips, which were the second most lovely feature beneath the crown of copper which billowed on the pillow behind Cheri Hill's head.

"Oh, hell!" Cheri moaned, playing with her hot cunt, lost in the smell of heated flesh and fantasies.

Her fantasies of late seemed to center around Neva, her mother. She had been told that she looked just like her – though Cheri couldn't see it – that her mind just naturally turned to remembering things she had seen her mother do.

Neva was beautiful, with her copper hair, soft green eyes, little, slightly turned up nose, full lips, and big tits. Cheri didn't mind being compared with her mother. But Cheri, at five-two, was three inches taller than her mother. Still, when she was forced to fantasize to satisfy herself, it was usually Neva she thought about. Neva and Bill.

Moving her other hand up to stroke her full breasts, bringing the nipples to protruding hardness, Cheri occasionally ducked her head down to push one up and take the nipple in her mouth, delighting in the feel of it, and in the taste of it. Through her mind, pictures flashed as if a movie projector were in her head. Pictures which depicted real, imagined, and wishful experiences. Her fingers continued to bring her the wonderful feelings of the mental images as Cheri felt her body responding and the sensations building in her sex-charged body.

As her fingers plunged in and out of her soaked cunt, Cheri stopped to pinch and stroke her clit, but found that it brought her too near the top, and she didn't want it to end just yet.

"God, I need a man!" she moaned. "Or a woman, or anything!"

As pictures of first one lover, then another, and even some she had only hoped to love continued flashing through her mind, Cheri twisted and turned on the bed, her ass clenching, her cunt gripping at her plunging fingers, her tits aching for more than just her own touch. Even as she built toward an explosion which would rip her apart with pleasure, Cheri was cussing fate. And she was remembering past pleasures and disappointments.

Cheri had been very young when Bill moved in with them. He had actually moved in with Neva, but the rest came with the deal. Cheri was the oldest. Then came Reesa, and last, Jim. Cheri knew from the start that Bill hadn't really wanted a family, but he showed them as much attention as Neva would let him. Cheri's mother had wanted all his attention, but kids do demand certain things, and Bill seemed willing to share his time with them. Cheri wanted more than he was ever willing to give, though.

Cheri had long before drilled a hole in Neva's bedroom door. She did it first because she thought it would be a kick to spy on her mother, but later found intense pleasure in watching Neva's sexual encounters. But nothing which had gone before had prepared her for Bill.

It wasn't that he was better-looking than Neva's other men. Or that he had anything special about him which made him sexier. His hair was just a normal dark brown, his features even a little short of handsome, and his body just average. The first time Cheri spied on them, her legs became so weak that she almost couldn't stand up to peek through the hole.

It had actually started in the living room. Cheri had been almost asleep when she heard the knock at the door. "I wonder who could be coming?"

Cheri had come wide awake, but Reesa and Jim were sleeping totally unaware.

Slipping carefully out of bed, wearing only her t-shirt – having discarded her panties early in the night because her little cunt had gotten too hot – Cheri crept to the door to listen.

"I decided to take you up on your invitation." The deep voice sent shivers of pleasure down Cheri's spine, straight into her crotch.

"I'm glad you did." Neva's voice sounded soft, sexy. "Does your wife know where you are?"

"I don't even know where she is. And I don't care. I told her that I never wanted to see her again."

Things became so quiet that Cheri had to crack the door. She couldn't bear not knowing what was going on, and she wanted a look at the owner of that deep, passionate voice.

She was disappointed when she finally got the door open enough to see what was going on. They were simply sitting on the couch.

"You can't be too comfortable with all those clothes on," Neva murmured, rubbing her hair against Bill's clean-shaven face. "I know I'm sure getting hot, and all I've got on is this thin gown."

Cheri grinned, holding the laughter which bubbled inside her, at the look on Bill's face.

"I do feel a little warm. And my pants are suddenly too tight."

As Neva moved her hand over to stroke the bulge in Bill's pants, Cheri almost moaned at the throb she felt in her little cunt.

"It does feel tight." Neva smiled. "If you could just get that out, we'll both feel better."

Squeezing her legs together in an attempt to stop the pain of pleasure in her crotch, Cheri watched them twist and turn, getting out of their clothes. The moment they were naked, Neva took the biggest hard-on Cheri had ever seen in her hands.

"Does that feel good?"

"Mmmmmm!" Bill moaned, dropping his face to kiss Neva's full lips. His right hand was kneading and stroking Neva's full tits. Cheri couldn't see his other hand, but when she realized it was between her mother's legs, she moved her own hand down to pet her own curly cunt-hair.

"I think we'd better move into the bedroom." Neva's words came out in gasps. Her chest was rising and falling so rapidly that her tits actually bounced, except where Bill was holding them. "One of the kids might wake up and come wandering in."

Cheri knew she should close the door as they came through the hall, but she just couldn't seem to take her eyes off Bill's hard-on. She loved looking at her mother's naked body, but looking at Bill's built fires in her so hot she thought she would burst into flames at any moment. As they passed her door, Cheri caught the scent of heated fuck-flesh and felt almost drunk from the scent.

Once they were behind Neva's closed door, Cheri slipped into the hall. For some reason, she couldn't stand having the t-shirt on, so she pulled it over her head and left it on the floor of the bedroom she shared with her sister and brother. Standing in the hall completely naked was thrilling. Standing there peeking through the hole at Bill and her mother was even more thrilling.

"Would it bother you," Neva pulled her lips loose from Bill's, her hand gently stroking the full length of his hard-on, "if I sucked on that delicious-looking, thing?"

Cheri wanted to press her car against the door, but didn't want to take her eye away from the hole to do it.

Bill smiled. "I'd love it. But only if you'll let me return the favor."

Neva smiled, moving her lips down Bill's naked body. Cheri had a good view of her lips and tongue working on Bill's naked, hairy chest. Cheri plunged her finger deeper inside her cunt as she watched her mother's pink tongue come out and bury itself in Bill's navel. Then, when her head moved on down and she saw Neva's tongue flick out and touch the swollen head of Bill's prick, Cheri wanted to fling open the door and join them. She wanted to feel that wonderful piece of cock-meat inside her, instead of her wiggling finger.