D Abby - Loving step-parents

"Oh that feels good, David. Finger fuck me."

I pumped my fingers in and out of her cunt then rubbed my slick fingers across her clit. Soon she was squirming. I felt her shudder a couple of times then relax. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her cunt, licked them off, and smiled at her. It was just as much fun, in a different way, to finger fuck her as it was to have her jerk me off.

One time I remember very well was after our first quick fuck. That never lasted long. Janet told me to lay back and relax. Janet got over me and kissed me again then licked her way across my face and stuck her tongue into my ear. Wow! Then she nibbled at my neck. I never knew that I was so sensitive in so many places. When Janet reached my nipples and licked and sucked them. They got hard and I got goose bumps. I didn't know that a boy was sensitive there. When her tongue probed my navel I almost jumped off the bed.

She licked down to my prick. I knew the feelings that she could give me there but Janet didn't stay there long. She licked the pre cum from the head of my prick then moved down to suck my toes. She licked her way up my legs, turned me over and licked at the back of my knees and the inside of my thighs. Wow again!

Now she was back to familiar territory. I felt her suck on my balls, lick my ass, and push her tongue into my asshole. She turned me over again and slowly lowered her mouth over my prick. That was all I could take.

"Ohhh! Ahhh! I'm coming too quick!"

Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Janet sucked my cum out of my prick. She gently sucked on my shrinking cock until my breathing returned to normal and my whole body relaxed. It took me a while to recover from that one.

On the second day of the trip back I was looking at Janet while she was driving. I got a hard on and decided that something had to be done about it. I pulled up her dress and slid her panties down over her knees. She kept right on driving and I buried my head in her lap and sucked on her clit till she had to pull over to the side of the road. I sucked until she couldn't take any more and pushed me away.

Janet, grinned at me, unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard prick, and gave me the same treatment that I'd given her. My prick ran in and out of her mouth. Her tongue rubbed against the sensitive under side. I fucked my prick in and out of her mouth faster and faster. It didn't take long; spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; my prick rewarded her with a load of cum.

After that, at least once a day, two or three times most days, I'd repeat the performance and start to lap Janet's cunt. Janet stopped wearing panties so I could have a more accessible target. She always stopped at the first convenient parking spot to give me a blow job after I lapped her cunt.

As much as I wanted to see my father I was sorry when we arrived back home. I was going to miss sleeping with Janet.

(I don't think it was the sleeping part that David was going to miss, it was the fucking, but he was still a little reluctant to use four letter words.)

(Mom's right. At that point I was capable of lapping a cunt and loving it but I still blushed if I made myself use the four letter word.)

David told me he was going to write about the things that had happened and I insisted I have give my version of the events. He wasn't around when some of the things happened, and sometimes we had different views of what occurred when both of us were there. David didn't mind, he was glad to have me help him. This is what happened at home when David and Mom were taking their trip.

When mother told me that she was going to marry David's father, Morris, I didn't like the idea. I liked having Mom to myself. When I got to know David better, it didn't seem quite so bad. He was a nice kid and I liked him.

When David found out that I had a PC, he didn't talk down to me like most boys do. He was very serious and he showed me his unit. He even let me use it. That wasn't all I liked about him. He was cute. He was serious all the time, although I knew he had a sense of humor. I tried to tease him and he would grin at me and not take offense. If I had to have a brother, David was the best one I had ever run across.

When Mom had to make her business trip, it seemed like a good idea that I stay with Morris and get to know him better. David said that I could use his PC whenever I wanted.

The first thing that I did was search his directories to see what he had on file. When I found a file called 'DIARY' I couldn't help but snoop. I figured I could find out all his likes and dislikes, and that way I could get along with him better.

David had started the diary a year and a half before I met him so it pretty much showed the sort of a person he was now. The more I read the better I liked David. When he got to the place where he had his first wet dream, I got embarrassed at prying, and took it off the screen.

It had been about the same time I had my first period. I was beginning to develop, but I had a while to go before I needed a 'C' cup bra, and my crotch hair was still sparse enough so that you could see through it. I wouldn't want David reading my private thoughts about that.

I couldn't keep away, I was curious about boys and sex. My conscience fought a loosing battle with my curiosity, I opened the file up again. David had been very descriptive about what happened in that dream. My panties got wet while I read about it.

I found out about his sex books. I had some about girls. I found his books, and read up on boys. It was interesting but I didn't learn very much new.

Back to the diary again, I found references to the graphics. I'll have to say that David's descriptions were graphic. I was curious. When David wrote about how he masturbated, or jerked off, I got aroused. My panties got wet and I went the bath room and rubbed myself until I had a couple of orgasms. It felt real good. I had to find those graphics.

I knew that David had Norton's Utilities, and I knew how to use it. I went to the prompt and typed 'FA/u/s' and found the files. I changed the attributes, and called them up. Wow! I could see why David had to jerk off. I had to push my fingers in and out of my vagina until I had an orgasm myself. More than once, as a matter of fact.

I've read some of the things that David's written so I better rephrase that last sentence. I had to finger fuck my cunt until I came more than once. My sex books talked about multiple orgasms but I hadn't realized what it meant until then. I found out and I liked it. It felt real neat.

The part of David's diary where he talked about jerking off with Ted was interesting. I wished I could watch them do that. I got to the latest entries, where he said something about me and I was very flattered. I closed my eyes and tried to picture him thinking about me and pumping his hand up and down his prick at the same time. Evidently he liked me as much as I liked him. I started thinking about him, rather than the graphics, when I finger fucked myself.

I was thinking about sex all the time. When Morris got home that night I looked at him a different way. I could see why my mother wanted him. He wasn't the handsomest guy but he was good looking, and with my new point of view, he was sexy.

His hair was turning gray at the temples. He had the serious demeanor that David had, and he had the same grin. He was a more mature version of David, and I had gotten to like David a lot more after reading his diary. I found I liked Morris a lot too.

Morris prepared a nice dinner for us and set the table as if I was company. He turned out the lights and lit candles. He didn't talk down to me because I was a girl. He treated me as if I were an adult. When he found out the things that I was interested in he got me talking about them. I think I talked too much that night, but he was so easy to talk to. We sat and talked all evening.