Stepfather Affair: Taboo and True?

Jilly Gates

Published: 2012 Categorie(s): Fiction, Erotica, Biographical Tag(s): "true erotica" pseudoincest sex

 2011 Jilly Gates http://www.jillygates.com jillygateswrites@gmail.com Publisher: Open-Minded Eros http://www.openmindederos.com All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. All characters represented in this book are eighteen years of age or older, and none are biologically related.

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My mom married Dennis in 1992 when I was sixteen. He had two children of his own but they lived with his ex-wife most of the time. I was an only child and never really had a dad before. I found it difficult to think of him as a real Dad. Had I known him longer, it may have been different. Mom spanked me a few times when I was growing up but the last time was when I was ten-years-old and it only ever happened when I needed it. I can honestly say that every spanking I ever got from my Mom was well-deserved. In fact, she probably should have spanked me much more often than she did. Well, then Dennis came along. He loved Mom, and he loved me. He was always teasing me about giving me a spanking but it was usually in jest. Or at least I thought it was. I was eighteen and about to go off to college when this story started. It all goes back to one crazy night when things got out of control. Dennis was a handsome forty-year-old man. He was about six feet tall, dark hair barely receding, muscular build. His shoulders werent the broadest Id ever seen but you definitely wouldnt want to pick a fight with him. I was considered chubby back then at a size twelve. And unlike my best friends, I was unable to see my rib cage through my skin, so I was always on a diet. One night after Mom, a nurse, left for the night shift, Dennis and I started talking. He was always telling me he thought I was pretty and I needed to stop trying to lose weight. He said men like their women with a little meat on their bones. I told him no, not the guys I went to school with. Honestly, to be popular at my school you had to be a size four or smaller. I had boys interested in me pretty often but they were never the boys I really wanted, if you know what I mean. So we argued about it and I really started whining. I was frustrated because he just didnt get it. I wanted to lose weight so Id be hot in college and he kept trying to tell me I was already hot. Finally, he told me if I didnt stop complaining about my weight he was going to give me a spanking. I just laughed, like usual. We went

back and forth about it a few times until a really serious look came over his face and he said he thought it was about time he gave me a spanking anyway because I was about to go to college. He said I needed to be reminded that he and Mom were still in charge, and I deserved punishment for all the things Id gotten away with behind their backs. He wasnt angry. He was just stern and serious. And he was a lot more affectionate than usual, touching me on my stomach, my buttnone of the truly private body parts, but these parts were ones he didnt usually touch. He took my hand and led me off to my bedroom. When we got there, he sat on the side of my bed and told me to take off my clothes. Maybe I shouldve questioned him, but I didnt. I wondered why hed want me to get naked for a spanking. He was kind of loving and gentle about it, like this spanking was required of him because I needed some disciplinebut most of all, I just needed to know I was beautiful. It felt weird, but I wanted to be naked in front of him. I looked in his eyes and began to undress. I took off my shirt, my shorts, then my underwearand then I was nude. He looked me up and down and said I had a perfect body and I should never complain about the way I look. Dennis gave me a kiss on the cheek as I went over his knee. He got me positioned just perfectly, moving my hips around until I was right where he wanted me. His used his hand to spank me. It hurt, but not much. He seemed to know he wasnt spanking me hard enough to make me cry. He would give me one good smack, then keep his hand there as he lectured me. I moaned with every smack. After a while, it felt incredibly pleasurable and I didnt want him to stop. In fact, I wanted more. I wanted him to touch me elsewhere, but I didnt dare ask. Being naked with Dennis was the most erotic thing Id experienced in my young life up until that time. Id been with two guys, in total, but I was nave. I was one of those technically not a virgin girls because the only sexual experiences I had were with guys who were young and didnt last very long. Just a few strokes, and they were done. I think thats why I didnt understand what was really occurring in my body when I lay over Dennis knee. He was the first man who ever saw me naked in such an intimate fashionoutside the back seat of a car or a dark, dirty basement. He was certainly the first to take time with my body and make me feel special. Dennis encouraged me to moan and scream, to give in to my bodys normal reaction to being spanked. He said he could tell it was turning

me on, and that the sensation I felt was good. He kept saying, Dont feel bad, just let yourself go. Then hed spank me again with his firm, open hand. The spanking went on until I was so aroused, I thought Id go insane. I longed to masturbate, to relieve the pressure between my legs. Before Dennis, I never knew that another personbesides mecould bring me to orgasm. Other guys had tried, but they didnt know what they were doing. Sexual pleasure was always about them; never about me. When he finished spanking me, he helped me to my feet, then pulled me down to sit on his lap, hugging me, kissing my cheek so tenderly but not for very long. He said the punishment wasnt over yet. He had me stand in front of him, at his thigh. I hoped he would touch my breasts, but he didnt. My whole body trembled with feelings Id never felt. I never knew my breasts could be so sensitive. He just sat there, staring up at them, but soon his eyes were all over the rest of my naked body. Logically, I knew it was wrong, but it sure didnt feel wrong at the time. It just felt like a stepfather helping his stepdaughter with her selfconfidence. He didnt have to say a word. The way he looked at me made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. Finally, he stood and took my hand. He led me to the corner of the room and told me to put my nose in that corner. I thought it was odd, because the way he spanked me felt so much more sensual than a real punishment spanking. My bottom was a little sore but it was far from how I knew it would have been if hed used his belt. But, according to him I was still being punished, so he put me in the corner. For a minute or so he stood right behind me and gave me a few more smacks, accompanied by another lecture about my body. He would tell me I was beautiful, then give me a sharp spank. Then he did it again, but his fingers would brush against my slit when he spanked me. He didnt acknowledge that he touched my pussy at all. He just kept doing it until I felt the pressure between my thighs build up so much, I wanted him to touch me even more. Id never been so turned on in all my life. He went on like that for a while, then he stopped and sat behind me on the bed. Next, he told me to spread my feet apart even more. When I did, the slight draft blowing through the room hit my pussy lips. It was so unbelievably erotic, standing there with my legs spread wide, knowing how wet my pussy was with the cooling effect of the air. So I stood there, naked, my hands down at my sides, my stepfather admiring my body from the back. He said things like, I love this view, and

any guy would be so lucky to have you. He worked wonders for my self-esteem that day and Im grateful, no matter what anyone thinks. I know many people who read this will judge us harshly, but I cant imagine what kind of trouble I would have gotten myself into in college (or after college) if I didnt have that memory of Dennis sitting there, appreciating my naked body like that. It felt so loving. Before, I was ready to jump into a relationship with any guy who came along. Dennis was the most loving person Id ever known and he genuinely adored my body. Those compliments from him outweighed all the negativity in my mind. Next, he told me to turn around and look at him. I clearly saw his large, bulging erection in his jeans. He acted so natural about it, unlike the boys I knew who seemed embarrassed about theirs. Dennis just gazed at me with longing in his eyes. Come here, he whispered. I did so, in silence. I stood at the foot of the bed, waiting. Kimberly, he said, dont ever be ashamed. Its normal to have those urges. He started to rub the back of his hand against his bulge. I saw your reaction, between your legs. Its natural. I hope you know that. Because he probably sensed I was shy and I wasnt going to initiate it myself, he asked, Do you touch yourself? My knees went weak. Id always heard that expression weak in the knees but I didnt know how it applied in real life. When he asked me that question, it literally made my knees weak. I had never admitted to anyone that I masturbated and the idea of talking about it was a surprising turn-on. I said, tenderly, Yeah. Good. His eyes were so gentle and sweet. He patted the bed beside him and said, Come here and show me. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled up the bed to sit next to him. I loved how he watched me crawl, checking out my body like he adored every inch of it. Then he stood and took off his clothes. Everything except his boxer briefs, maybe because he wanted to slow things down. His body was much hotter than I ever realized before. He had a little stomach on him, but hell, so did I. He was the sexiest thing in the world to me right then. He got back in bed and propped himself up on his side to look at me, but he didnt touch me. Kimberly, lie on your back and spread your legs. My heart pounded faster than ever. He stared right down at my pussy the instant I opened my legs. His next command was, Show me how you touch yourself.

It was embarrassing and sexual all at the same time, but I was so aroused and frustrated by then, I just went for it, though he was clearly watching. It was the first time another person had ever watched me, and I loved every second of it. I felt like I might get off very quickly. I remember opening my mouth and letting out a good moan when I started. I probably would have felt too self-conscious to do it if he hadnt been so encouraging. He kept nodding and saying, Thats good, thats good. He never made me feel stupid. And his dick was so hard, it surprised me that he didnt reach down to touch himself. Then I saw him looking at my breasts, but he did nothing. He just stayed there, letting his eyes float along my body, mostly between my pussy and my chest. Oh, how I loved it when he watched me. I was so ashamed of my body that I never even got undressed in front of my friends, but Dennis made me feel like there was no one more beautiful in the entire world. I was close to orgasm when he said, Want me to do the rest for you? I didnt really know what he meant. I stopped moving my fingers and said, I dont know. Have you ever felt a tongue here. He touched my pussy right then, for the very first time.

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