A Step in the Wrong Direction Ch. 02

She moved to the lower bench, next to him, untying his shorts as he sat and she tasted herself on his lips. She pulled his pants down, his monster springing free; she took him in her mouth. It felt so dangerous; they could be discovered at any moment; a boy being seduced by a woman nearly twice his age in a public area. He couldn't take any more; blowing his load down her throat, she swallowed every drop.

He was still seated at the edge of the bench; she wiped her lips with the back of her hand and, with her back to him, she lowered her pussy onto his hard cock. She'd forgotten how good it felt to take him bare, but she reckoned she was safe as she eased herself onto him. He held her waist, his hands moving up to cup her firm breasts; enjoying the sensation of her pussy gripping his cock when he pinched her nipples. She could feel her climax building, rising as she rode him; meaning to pull him out as she felt him swell, but she needed to feel him cum, she needed to feel him fill her completely. She slammed down on him, her own climax ripping through her as she felt him swell and deliver himself into her.

Spent, she reached back, cupped his chin and kissed him; cum oozed from the junction of their union. She felt little aftershocks as his cock continued to pump into her; her pussy hungry for more, though she wasn't sure there would be room.

The steam room door opened; certain they had been discovered, Jenny retrieved her pants and hurriedly put them on. Jake pulled his up and blew a quick kiss to Jenny as he left. She sat on her towel; the crotch of her swimsuit was saturated with cum as it flowed from her. Certain that her new steam room partner would be able to smell the aroma of Jake's seed; she wrapped the towel around her waist and hurried to the changing room.

Semen still trickled from her swollen lips as she showered; she was paranoid that people would be able to see it; to tell that she had been royally fucked within the walls of the club; but nobody noticed. She dried, dressed and drove home.

She threw her swimsuit and gym clothes into the washing machine; stripping off the panties she wore, now damp with Jake's semen, she inhaled his scent before they joined the rest and the washer door closed. The house was empty; she went upstairs and showered again.

When Dave returned from work that evening, he found his wife in bed. He kissed her forehead and she turned her head to him groggily; smiling back at him. "I had the most wonderful dream." She said. "I dreamt that you made love to me on a rooftop in Vegas."

"I can't give you that now, my love." He said, "But I can give you a bed on the first floor."

"That'll do." she said, pulling him into bed; she'd deliberately forgotten the condoms as he filled her adulterous, saturated womb, but she wasn't sure why.

Jake came around less to see Sarah; she supposed it was to do with his new job, but it was mainly because he found it hard to be around her when Jenny was there. Sex between them all but dried up; they still loved each other, but with them both having their own outlets, neither of them really noticed. Sarah and Dave often vented their sexual frustration with each other, mostly before Jenny came home from work, which was often late. She'd told them that one of the girls had left, and they were picking up the slack until her replacement could be found; in truth, her journey home often took her to Jake's while his parents were out, often sneaking out of the door if one of them came home. Not that Jake's mother would have cared; she would have taken great delight in the fact that her son was fucking a married woman behind her husband's back, although she would have preferred it if the husband was made to watch.

Jenny desperately wanted to spend a night with Jake; she wanted to wake up in his arms and make love in the morning. Her chance came two weeks later; an invitation to her colleague's bachelorette party landed on her desk at work. The event would require a two night stay and they would be leaving straight from work on the Friday; she politely declined, saying that she already had plans for that weekend, but not telling them that she'd only just made them. She took the invite home and stuck it to the fridge door, hoping that Dave or Sarah would notice it. She sent Jake a text, letting him know her plans and suggesting they spend the weekend in a hotel. He texted back almost immediately; his parents were out of town that weekend, they told him they were going to see relations, which was usually a euphemism for his mother entertaining lots of big black cock while his father watched. They decided that they would spend the time in Jake's bed, rather than endure the embarrassment of knowing looks from the hotel staff as they checked in.

Sarah saw the invite first and her heart leapt; it wasn't her birthday for another two months, but she felt like her presents had come early. She showed the invite to Dave. "What about Jake?" He asked.

"He's going away with his parent's, his dad told me they we're going to see family. Jake told me yesterday that he was going with them." Plans fell in to place; shopping separately, both women bought new lingerie, though neither thought they'd be wearing it for long.

Thursday night, feeling guilty about leaving her husband for a weekend of debauchery with her young lover, Jenny's hand crept under the duvet to fondle her husband's penis. She still knew which buttons to press to get him up quickly, but she was surprised when he sprang in to life so soon. He'd been thinking about Sarah and their weekend together when his wife's hand stroked his cock. Rolling onto his back, she produced a condom from her drawer and rolled it onto him; whilst she was sure she was safe, she didn't want her husband's sperm ruining her lover's experience. She climbed on top and rode him to climax, biting her lip for fear of screaming her lover's name as she came.

In the morning she packed her overnight bag; her new negligee and her box of condoms in the bottom. She also took spare underwear and some clothes that would be appropriate for a weekend away with the girls; she knew he wouldn't check her wardrobe, but she would need to unpack something to throw in the washing machine when she returned home. "Better to be safe than sorry!" She thought, "And thinking of safe." She took her diary from the drawer and checked for the star; her period was due on Tuesday, she might not use those condoms after all. Her pussy ached as she thought of spending the weekend full of her lover's sperm.

Dave carried her bag to the car, kissed her on the lips and told her to take care; she said she would, her mind flitting to the box of condoms in her bag, then to Jake and his lovely long cock. She waved as she drove off to work, her heart hammering in her chest.

At lunch time she received a text from Jake saying that his parents had left on their trip. She felt excited; fighting off the urge to race round to Jake's house and consummate their weekend long marriage. He sent another text, "Park in the garage. Can't have anyone you know seeing your car here. I'll leave it open x" She forced her legs together; the thought of having Jake's cock in her, uninterrupted for two nights, had her pussy tingling.

She stayed at work until the girls had boarded their minibus and headed off to the airport; she felt a little bit jealous about missing out, but they would be missing out on so much more. She shut down her computer and left the office, waving to Billy on security as she headed to the carpark.

Pulling on to Jake's driveway, she saw the garage door opened, so she drove in carefully. Closing the heavy metal door behind her, she walked to the front of the house, overnight bag slung over her shoulder, her heels clicking on the flagstones. Jake opened the door and pulled her into his arms; she dropped the bag in the hallway and he carried her upstairs.

Sarah was applying makeup; Dave had decided that they should go out for a nice dinner at Sarah's favourite restaurant. He'd surprised her with a gorgeous figure hugging black dress, which, to Sarah's delight went perfectly with the lacy bra and almost-there panties which she'd bought. Her zip needed fastening, so she walked into her stepfather's bedroom; he looked up at her with a smile full of pride and a look of lust. She stood in front of him, pulled her hair over her shoulder and turned her back. It took every ounce of fibre to resist his stepdaughter's allure. In his mind he pushed the dress from her shoulders, down her arms to her waist and her gorgeous legs. Taking a deep breath, with one hand holding the bottom of the zip, his other slowly travelled towards her neck where he kissed her tenderly. She hadn't realised that she'd stopped breathing until his lips left her neck. She'd been a little apprehensive about tonight; worrying if this was what she wanted. After that kiss; she was sure. She turned and kissed his lips quickly, then left the room; the ghost of her perfume lingering.

They took a taxi in to town; the driver stealing glances at the woman in his rear view mirror, she caught him and fluttered her eyelashes, nearly causing an accident as he almost failed to see the stop light. At the restaurant, a waiter held the door open and then led them to their table. It was a family owned Italian place which they had frequented for years; the owner came from around the bar with a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Just the one beautiful lady tonight?" he said, producing a rose from his back pocket and placing it in the empty vase.

"Just the one, Gio." Dave replied, "The other one is out with the girls tonight. We thought we'd treat ourselves." Gio smiled at Sarah and poured the wine, leaving the bottle on the table. She looked around nervously as he left; wondering if Gio knew that this was more than just a father-daughter dinner, and how many others in the restaurant were thinking the same. Dave put his hand on hers. "Are you okay, honey?"

"Just, I don't know. It's weird." She said. "Being out with you like this, on our own."

"We've been to McDonalds on our own." He said.

"But that wasn't like..." She searched for the right words, "A date."

"Maybe not for you, it wasn't." He squeezed her hand. "But I had the most gorgeous girl in the room with me, and I was proud to have you on my arm, even if you were seven." She looked into his eyes and saw only pride. "And I still am."

Sarah wiped away a tear. She didn't care what anyone else thought; right now, he was her father. Their food came, in the background she thought she heard Jake's name, but it was only a takeaway pizza order.

The doorbell rang; Jenny dashed downstairs, hastily tying a robe around her. She opened the door to an astonished pizza delivery boy; he held out the pizza as she handed him the cash and her robe fell open. He dropped the money; bending quickly, her face hidden by the pizza box in her hands, the delivery boy took in the sight before him. Dried semen covered her stomach and thighs; there was more around her pubis and it dripped from her swollen lips onto the wooden floor. Mouth agape, he gathered the money and stood upright, his penis throbbing in his pants. "There's enough for a tip in there too." she said, blowing him a cheeky kiss and giggling as the door closed. The delivery boy was sure he'd seen the woman before, although she was clothed the last time; it wasn't until he'd done his rounds and seen the couple leaving the restaurant, that he remembered where.

Sarah didn't fancy going straight home, but she didn't want to go to a bar or club; not drinking much, she was fed up of being hit on by boys who'd had just enough liquid courage to ask her out, but still too much to form a coherent sentence. They decided on a movie; although, afterwards, they couldn't have said which movie it was they had sat through. As the lights went down and the titles started, she put her hand on Dave's leg. Dave put his hand on her's and they kissed throughout the main feature, hands roaming in the darkened room. They held hands as they left the theatre; Dave hailed a cab to take them home.

Once home, Sarah kicked off her shoes while Dave locked the front door; she took his hand and led him upstairs.

Standing in front of each other, Sarah unbuttoned his shirt as they kissed; he reached behind her and unzipped her dress. Taking his time, savouring the feel of her soft flesh beneath his hands, he gently pulled the dress from her shoulders and down her slender arms. She unbuttoned his trousers, kissing him as he unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor with his pants. Dave kissed and nibbled his stepdaughter's hard nipples, pushing her dress from her hips, it joined the rest of their discarded clothes, he grasped her taught buttocks, her arms tight around his neck as he lifted her onto the bed.

He lay next to her, his hand slowly caressing her body, sending shivers through her. Suckling on her erect nipple, his fingers played with the lacy edges of her panties; she tensed her stomach muscles, daring him to venture further. He denied her invitation, frustrating her, his fingers drew a lazy line up her thrumming body, cupping the breast he suckled, caressing the soft flesh of her bosom. She felt heat building in her pussy, although he hadn't yet touched her there; he felt her hand snake down to touch herself, but he knew she wasn't ready for what he had in store for her. Tongue dancing on her supersensitive nipple, fingers stroking the underside of her breast, her heat built to the point where her legs were pressed together, her knees were by his head and her hands entwined in his hair. She crushed his face into her breast as she came; his tongue drawing circles around her areolae, making her cum harder than she thought was possible without penetration.

As her orgasm faded, she relaxed her legs; it was now that his hand stole beneath the elastic of her panties, fingertips cool against her hot skin, his middle finger sliding easily between her moist lips, pressing on her engorged clit. Her breath quickened, chest heaving, Dave's index finger slipped in, further stimulating her until she gasped for breath, grabbing his wrist, begging him to stop, then pleading for him not to as she arched her back, fingers grasping, digging into the mattress, the orgasm ripping through as guttural animal noises came from her mouth.

His onslaught didn't stop there; kissing from nipple to naval, moving between her legs; Dave removed Sarah's lace panties and inhaled his stepdaughter's scent. With his mouth less than an inch from her pussy, he blew gently on her vulva, the air tickling her short hair; her thighs tensed. He kissed her lips then probed her with his tongue, tasting her sweetness; the soles of her feet hot on his back, she shifted her hips as his tongue delved deeper; she cried out as fingers replaced tongue and he sucked on her clitoris. Unrelenting, his fingers curled towards her g-spot, beckoning her towards another climax, she cried out again, feet and toes twisting, thighs clamped to his head as he flicked her clit with his tongue.

Sarah felt dizzy; unable take any more; she pushed his head away from her dripping snatch. From between her thighs, he looked up at her, catching glimpses of her flushed face as her chest rose and fell with each breath. He crawled up her, kissing as he advanced, tasting the sweat on her soft skin. As he reached out to her bedside drawer, she saw the opportunity to take back control; she rolled Dave onto his back and, feeling his penis poised at her waiting pussy, she shifted backwards onto him. Her slick vagina accepted him readily as she sat astride him, rocking her hips slowly, feeling his girth stretch her as she rode him. His hands were on her breasts, thumbs stroking her nipples; her pace increased, his hands caressed her sides and held on to her thighs as she fucked him, driving him close to the edge. Her cunt gripped his cock, she felt every ripple of his invading flesh; as he started to swell she slammed down onto him, feeling his release as he flooded her womb.

She slowed down, he was still inside her, she rode him gently, her hands on his chest, feeling him soften and disconnect as a river of cum flowed from her, coating his flaccid cock with their juices. She lay on top of him and they kissed tenderly, holding each other as she slid to his side and they drifted off to sleep.

Jenny woke, her back and limbs ached from last night's exertions, though she had surprised herself by keeping up with Jake; he had a voracious sexual appetite. Climbing stiffly out of bed, Jake still sleeping, she tiptoed to the bathroom and ran herself a bath. She'd been exhausted by Jake's constant pounding of her battered pussy last night, that she fell asleep in a stew of their own sweat and juices; now, muscles relaxing in the hot water as she reclined; the ache in her pussy subsided and she gathered her thoughts.

The excitement of spending the night with a young stud was starting to wear off, but she couldn't go home now, they would figure out that she hadn't been partying with the girls; she would have to stay with Jake until Sunday morning. She felt guilty for betraying her daughter like this; Dave too. She wasn't sure how she'd gotten herself into this mess until Jake stumbled, bleary eyed and naked into the bathroom.

His long penis swung between his legs as he lifted the toilet seat to urinate. Jenny watched as she remembered what his monster had done to her; how much pleasure it had given, and how much semen it had delivered to her wanton, cum filled cunt. Ripples spread as her fingers touched her inflamed labia. Jake looked at her and smiled, Jenny felt butterflies in her stomach as whatever doubts she had, melted away with her mind's girlish giggle. Under the water, fingers penetrated and undulated within her. Jake watched as she brought herself to climax and ripples turned to waves.