I Just Had to Taste My Stepdaughter’s Wetness

My tongue twirled in her moist slit, licking every slick surface I could find, then plunging deep into her hot, wet hole. Blair cried out as my tongue found her clitoris, her body arching in response.

Damn, I thought, she’s doing it again!

“She” is Blair, my husband’s eighteen-year-old daughter from his previous marriage, and “it” is her distracting habit of running around the house half-naked, when her father’s not home. That day she was just in a bra and panties, as she stood ironing some clothes for her date that night. They were pretty skimpy little panties that left nothing to the imagination. Well, actually, they left a lot to my imagination. Blair’s panties were tiny. Not like a thong but very low cut, just a thin strip of fabric stretched across her wide hips, barely covering her pubic mound and in the back, exposing the top half of her butt crack.

Blair’s habits always drove me crazy and I blamed her mother for this. It’s not that I’m a prude, not at all. In fact, it’s just the opposite. The real problem was that she was turning me on more than I wanted to accept so I simply discouraged her from doing the things that aroused me.

“Blair, honey,” I gently chided, “please put some clothes on!”

Blair responded with an annoyed frown. She just didn’t seem to get it. I suspect that she actually liked doing this, liked the free feeling of being almost naked and I wondered if she actually knew what effect she had on me and enjoyed it, too. I also wondered if she ever walked around the apartment completely naked when I wasn’t there. The thought of that really intrigued me.

“The shades are up,” I added. “The neighbors can see you.”

“Oh, okay, okay!” Blair responded, a bit exasperated by my concern. “Madison, please just let me finish this!”

I just sat and watched as she flitted around the living room, picking up one article of clothing after another as she tried to decide what would look best. Blair has her own type of beauty; not the “cute little babe” look, but elegant and very hot in her own way. She has a pretty, heart-shaped face and thick, blonde hair that comes down onto her shoulders. Yes, Blair is very pretty.

For me, though, it is Blair’s body that is enthralling. There are times when I just can’t take my eyes off her. She is quite tall, but no beanpole. She has beautiful, long legs that fill out her jeans with a delicious, muscular shape that is athletic but also curvy and feminine. She is smaller on top, at least for her size, but her hips are perfectly proportioned for her height, wide, but not “fat”. When she wears her favorite tight, low-cut jeans, she looks amazing.

The simple truth was that I really wanted to do Blair. Her father didn’t know of my bisexual tendencies as a woman my age doesn’t afford to share such information but I had felt my urges kick in for a while. All I could think of was having those luscious hips in my hands while I buried my face between her legs, tasting her juices and giving her all the pleasure she could take. But alas, I was her father’s wife and Blair appeared to be hopelessly straight. It was not to be.

Later that evening, my husband called in and said he’d be late and would not be back for several hours. Blair was gone on too, her big date so I was home alone, drinking a little wine and watching TV. I couldn’t help thinking about Blair and this guy making love to her and how she would respond. I thought of Blair moaning and writhing in pleasure, ending in the throes of orgasm. It excited me to think about it and I was certain that I could make her cum harder than some horny, impatient guy. If only I could get the opportunity!

Just as those thoughts were going through my mind, the door opened abruptly. It was Blair. She was wearing the sexy black dress that she had picked out for her date. She looked really, really hot in that dress, as it hugged her hips and showed off plenty of leg. But the look on her face was not a happy one.

“You’re home early,” I said. “What happened, honey?”

“I know,” Blair replied sullenly. “That was a total bust. No chemistry whatsoever.” She stared straight ahead for a second, as if reviewing her disappointing night, then added, “I’m going to go change.”

Minutes later, Blair was back, looking much more casual in cutoff jeans and a simple top. As usual, the shorts were low-cut, and she had tied the top up in a knot, revealing quite a lot of skin. After the thoughts I’d been having and enhanced by the wine, the sight cruelly teased me and just cranked up my desire. Blair came to the sofa and sat down next to me, completely oblivious to my state of mind.

“God!” she said. “I really needed some fun tonight.”

That was the last thing I needed to hear right then! I snuck a quick look at her flat, bare belly, at the perfect indentation of her navel, and felt a new twinge of desire surge through me.

Blair laid back in the sofa, stretching her arms over her head in a pose that caused her top to rise up even farther, exposing even more skin. It was too much to resist. I reached over and playfully ran my finger over her abdomen.

“You’re pretty proud of this, aren’t you?” I said breathily, as my fingers moved boldly back and forth over the soft skin.

“What do you mean?” she asked, her tone slightly defensive.

“Oh, I just mean that you like to show off,” I added quickly, “You have a really nice stomach, firm and flat. It is pretty sexy if you ask me.” I tried to give Blair an inviting smile as my fingers continued to caress her, moving toward the waistband of her shorts.

“Madison!” she scolded, removing my hand with a laugh and a good-natured slap, “I’m horny already. You don’t need to make it worse!”

Despite her objections, I saw my opening. I let my fingers trail lightly on her bare leg, then gave her a sly smile.

“I’m sorry you had a bad night, honey,” I said and cocked my head in an inquiring pose. “Maybe I can make it better.”

“Madison, what are you thinking? You’re my father’s wife… that makes you my stepmother!” she said looking at me skeptically. “And we’re not lesbians!”

“Well, I’m not a lesbian, but I have fooled around a couple of times when I was your age. And besides … well … you said you were horny.”

Before Blair could say another word, I took the initiative, leaning in to place one soft, gentle kiss on her neck. She didn’t really respond, but she also didn’t object, so I leaned in again, this time adding a little tongue to the process. Blair did respond this time, subtly, but with a clear, quiet moan. Yeah, she was horny. Encouraged, I moved around to place a soft kiss on her mouth, running my tongue lightly over her lips. After a brief pause with still no objection, I went in once again, this time opening my mouth and pushing my tongue forward. To my surprise and delight, she opened up to let me in.

With no resistance, my tongue did a slow dance in Blair’s mouth, our tongues swabbing wetly over each other, our passions rising. I worked a long, sexy lick around her teeth and tongue, and she responded with a deep, low moan, clutching at me, pulling me tight against her. I thought I was going to lose it when she did that! I could feel myself getting very wet as our kissing continued. Everything was going just as I’d imagined it!

Becoming bolder, I slipped my hand down, across the smooth, soft skin of her belly and up under her top, caressing her small breasts. She responded with a little whimper of joy and an involuntary, pleasurable contraction of her abdomen as I found her nipple. I broke our kiss and stared intently into Blair’s eyes, searching for a reaction as I played with her tits.

“You like?” I asked quietly, smiling warmly.

“Oh Madison,” Blair sighed. “You have no idea.”

My smile grew wider. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time,” I said, gently twisting the nipple between my fingers. “You’re just so beautiful, so sexy!”

Blair didn’t answer, but her fervent moan and the way she pulled me back to kiss her said everything. We made out like that for a while, with me taking the lead, fondling her breasts, then moving my hand down to caress the exposed flesh above the waist of her pants. I let my hand move around her waist, to her rear, where my fingers slipped into the back of her pants, playing lightly in the top of her asscrack.

“Why don’t we go to my room?” Blair said and my response was a simple smile.

My heart was pounding as Blair led the way. Right behind her, I eyed her swaying hips hungrily as she walked. I was trying not to think about the implications and what this would mean to us. I just wanted her so badly and luckily, Blair didn’t seem to mind.

“I’m going to do you so good, honey,” I whispered as we got onto the bed.

Blair smiled at my enthusiasm as I tugged at her top, pulling it up and off. I immediately dipped my head down to her chest, working on her nipples, licking over and around, then taking the little nub into my mouth, biting lightly, then sucking hard, making Blair groan. I could feel her body trembling from my mouth on her breasts, but also from the hand that was now trailing seductively down her torso, over her ribs, to the smooth, soft skin of her abdomen.

I let my hand wander down to her shorts and slipped my hand inside, hardly believing that this was really happening. The shorts were tight, but not too tight, and I was able to get my hand all the way in until my fingers were in the heat of her crotch. Slipping inside her panties, I was thrilled to find the warm, wet slit of her cunt.

“Madison,” Blair started to object, “No… oh God, No… Oh God, never mind. Yes!”

I moved the end of my middle finger slowly several times along the length of her pussy, stroking the soft, supple flesh of her labia. Finally, I dipped inside. Blair whimpered quietly as she coated my finger with her warm fluids, then she groaned as I pushed it all the way in, letting out an excited little cry myself.

“I think we should get naked,” Blair breathed as I stroked slowly in and out.

I smiled meekly as I removed my finger from her pussy, and put it in my mouth, licking it clean and tasting my stepdaughter’s juices.

Blair stood up, unzipped her shorts, and stepped out of them. She was about to take off her panties, but I stopped her.

“Wait,” I said, “leave those on for now. You look so hot in them!”

I took off my own clothes, all the while devouring her near-nakedness with my eyes. I moved my body against Blair’s, my larger breasts rolling against her smaller ones. She uttered a low groan and let her hands roam over me, up and down my sides, briefly feeling my tits, and finally settling on my butt, squeezing it. I gave a quiet cry.

Slowly moving down, I kissed lower and lower until my tongue probed delicately into the recess of her navel. Blair whimpered quietly, and her stomach undulated in response to the touch. She was totally aroused now. I played a bit in her little crater, then slid down to her hips, my hands passing lightly over the soft curves, my lips and tongue working sensuously into the small hollows of her hipbones. Blair responded with a delightful little cry of pleasure that really got my juices flowing.

I moved down farther, into the warm crevice between her upper thigh and her mound. That drew another stifled cry, more urgent this time. Blair obviously knew what was coming. She knew that I was going to eat her out, and now she really wanted it. I could smell the delicious fragrance of my stepdaughter’s aroused pussy, and it was driving me wild. I wanted to just tear off her panties and plunge face-first into her luscious pussy.

Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached down and slowly pulled Blair’s panties from her hips, down over those long, long legs, and finally off. From this angle, her lovely legs dominated my vision, two long, shapely columns that led my eyes once again to the wide curve of her hips, which tapered sharply to that narrow, trim waist. Between her thighs, I caught a quick glimpse of the narrow slit of her womanhood, before she instinctively closed them, blocking my view.

“You’re not going to get shy now, are you?” I asked.

In response, Blair gave me the cutest expression, a playful grin, and a rise of one eyebrow. Then she slowly parted her thighs to give me a clear view of her cunt. I’m sure I gasped at the sight. I bent down to lick eagerly over her legs, starting at the back of her knees, down over her calves, and then back up to her long, muscular thighs. I licked her thighs slowly, tortuously, placing tiny kisses on the inside of each one, moving upward, licking closer and closer to the pink treasure between her legs.

I looked at Blair’s slit there between her legs, so wet and swollen with desire. God, I wanted it! My hands trembled as I cupped her lovely hips, and then I leaned forward, bent in, and licked into her dripping pussy. Blair was so wet and her pussy tasted wonderful.

My first lick into her pussy extracted a copious amount of cunt juice. My eyes closed as I took the sweet elixir into my mouth, savored the experience for a moment, and then gulped it down. An intense shiver ran through me as I thought about what I had just swallowed.

Blair spread her legs wider, her feet flat on the bed, her knees up, trying to get more of what I was giving her. I closed my eyes and an urgent, muffled moan escaped my lips as my mind was absorbed in the carnality of the moment. My tongue twirled in her moist slit, licking every slick surface I could find, then plunging deep into her hot, wet hole. I could feel the soft tissues pulsing around my tongue as I probed inside. Blair responded with a stifled whine. She cried out as my tongue found her clitoris, her body arching in response, and finally, her head fell back and her eyes closed as she relaxed and focused on the pleasure she was getting from her stepmother’s tongue.

“Oh God, that feels good,” she murmured, losing control.

Her moans were filling the small room, her hips were moving on their own and pumping against my mouth. I pushed Blair’s long legs farther apart, opening her up as I licked deeply into her now dripping cunt, making her groan and shimmy against my mouth.

“Ohhhhhh. Oh, I… Oh fuck!” she cried.

I licked upward and slid my tongue over the swollen tip of Blair’s clitoris.

“Madison! Fuck!” she cried as I started sucking on her clit.

At that point, I couldn’t get enough of Blair. My shameless moans filled the room as I feasted on that delicious meal between her legs. I kept licking and sucking her clit, making her whine and clutch frantically at the sheets. I was driving Blair up the wall and I loved it.

But I needed some pleasure, too. While still licking her, I slipped one hand down between my legs and started to masturbate. An intense jolt of pleasure shot through me, but I kept my mouth pasted firmly to Blair’s cunt, because I knew that she was close to cumming. There was no mistaking the firm grip of her hands on my head.

I wanted to keep it going, to eat her out as long as possible, but I also wanted to finally see Blair writhing in the throes of orgasm and to know that I did that to her. I kept licking around her clit until at last I got what I’d been hoping for. Blair hit her climax and as she did, she clamped those firm, athletic thighs tightly around my head, confining me in the most wonderful prison I could imagine. I could hear her quiet cries as her orgasm jolted through her body. I pushed my tongue all the way into the warm cave of her pussy and felt another gush of juices pouring into my mouth. Suddenly, I was cumming myself.

I continued to lick Blair as she slowly settled down. At last, she seemed blissfully relaxed, her breathing more even, her body calm except for an occasional jerk as the aftershocks of orgasm caught her. My own breathing still came in gasps. I was still terribly excited by what I had just done, what I had finally experienced with Blair.

As I removed my face from between her legs and looked up at Blair, she just giggled and pointed at my face. My mouth, nose, and chin were heavily coated with her juices. I sheepishly wiped my face on the sheet and then moved up to cuddle with my stepdaughter.

“So,” I said, “did you like it?”

“Yeah, it was very good. You have hidden talents, Madison,” she replied and smiled smugly.

Both of us went to sleep very happy that night and when I felt my husband get back home, I hoped he wouldn’t smell Blair on my face when he came to bed.

The morning was not so easy. Both of us were a little uncomfortable and avoided looking at each other directly. Blair’s father didn’t understand what was going on but now the whole dynamic between me and his daughter had changed. I had clearly assumed a role that would impact our lives and none of us knew what would happen next.

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