My Nightmare, My Dream

About a year after Gretchen and Sarah moved to Georgia, Gretchen and I got married. Even after we were married, I continued to crave the smell of Miss Sarah's panties and I continued to peruse her dirty laundry regularly for fragrant undies.

It was like an addiction. I needed to smell her panties, I needed to know how it would smell to have my face near her heavenly slit. I did what was necessary to satisfy that need. Was this what a Southern gentleman would do? Absolutely not! Was I ashamed of myself every time I did it? Absolutely! Did the shame ever deter me from my obsession? Not once!

I don't know if my frequent intrusions went unnoticed but nothing was ever said on the subject.

* * *

After living in the house for about a year, I noticed that the bathroom door had a sizeable crack at the bottom. It occurred to me that perhaps if I laid on the floor, I could look under the door and see into the bathroom. As soon as I was left alone in the house, I tried it but all I could see was the bathroom floor. Maybe a mirror would help me to see under the door and into the bathroom.

I found a small mirror, closed the bathroom door, and rested the mirror at an angle on the floor at the bottom of the door. Voile! I could see the bottom 5 feet of the door at the opposite end of the bathroom. I was concerned that perhaps the mirror would be visible to anyone, like Miss Sarah, who was in the bathroom so I left the mirror propped up in place and entered the bathroom via the other door. When I looked at where I knew the mirror to be, it was not visible. I immediately knew what would happen next.

Gretchen was frequently gone in the afternoons and early evenings and this was when Miss Sarah would usually take a shower. The next time we were alone, Miss Sarah announced that she was going to take a shower and I very nonchalantly said, "Okay, honey."

If I tried to use the mirror to watch her as she undressed in the bathroom, I faced the possibility that she might realize she had forgotten something in her bedroom and would then open the bathroom door to find me kneeling there with a mirror in hand. Obviously, that would be disastrous and I had to be more careful than that. I grabbed the mirror but waited for her to begin and then finish her shower. I would take my look as she was exiting the bathtub.

I am sure that she stayed in the shower at least 30 minutes that night, as if she knew I was waiting and wanted to torture me with the agony of waiting almost forever for what I hoped would be a wonderful sight. Finally, I heard her turn off the water and I knelt at the door with mirror positioned. I was soon rewarded.

She exited the bathtub and stood facing the door, drying her hair. I could very clearly see her pussy and boobs. I had already seen her boobs but the view of her pussy was a new sight. She had shaved her pubic hair and her pussy looked like it belonged on a little girl. It was so very cute! Contrary to my assumptions, she did not have protruding labia like her mother. No, she had a very simple slit between two very full outer lips.

I certainly wanted to fling that door open and run to her so that I could bury my tongue in her pussy but, of course, I did not do that. She stopped drying her hair and started walking towards the door. I moved as quickly as I have ever moved in my life, returning to the kitchen within 2 seconds and putting the mirror back where I had found it.

Miss Sarah stayed in the bathroom for another 5 minutes. When she walked out, she had the towel wrapped around her body so that it covered her boobs and it hung just low enough to cover her pussy and ass as she walked the few steps to her bedroom. Maybe she didn't realize how her behavior was teasing me but my balls ached for release. I probably used the mirror-at-the-bathroom-door trick another 15 to 20 times over the next year and masturbated afterwards at least 15 of those times.

* * *

Gretchen went to Ohio to visit friends for several weeks during the particularly hot summer after Miss Sarah had finally graduated from high school, leaving her and me together without adequate adult supervision. The first Saturday that Gretchen was gone, I told Miss Sarah that I was going out to the pool. I asked if she would join me to give me some pointers on swimming, since she is an excellent swimmer and I am, at best, an excellent sinker. She agreed and went to her room to change into her bikini.

I always thought that the girl looked particularly hot in a bikini and my dick certainly agreed. I was already in the water when she came out to the pool. I had an instant erection, of course. She got in the water and said, "Okay. Let's work on you floating."

With that, she got in the water and she looked even sexier when she was wet. Mr. Boing went from 9.9 steel to 10.0 case-hardened steel. Miss Sarah walked over to me, placed one hand behind my back and the other behind my knees, sweeping me up so that I had no choice but to float. It was quite obvious that I had a tent pole in my swim suit and I saw her carefully checking it out but she didn't say a word and, eventually, it subsided.

When we were finished, I went inside to change. Gretchen and I almost never closed our bedroom door when we were changing. Miss Sarah was the only other person in the house and she never came into our bedroom without knocking or announcing that she needed to enter the room. So, by habit, I didn't close the bedroom door. I removed all of my clothes, dried myself, and pulled on my whitey-tighties.

"Ron, can we . . .," said a familiar female voice that was much closer than I expected it to be.

I looked up and Miss Sarah was standing just a few feet away, watching, her mouth left slightly open as she paused mid-sentence. She was still in her wet bikini, looking like the ultimate queen of all desirable teenage virgins. I don't know how long she had been standing there but the thought of her seeing me naked got me instantly hard again and, this time, she was not discreet in observing my state of arousal.

". . . go out for dinner tonight?" She got a smile on her face. "That is, if you can get your pants on." With that comment, she turned and walked out of the room.

As soon as I got dressed, I went to find her so I could ask about how long she had been looking at me. I didn't know if she would mention this to her mother and thought that it would be better if I addressed this with her first rather than simply waiting to see what, if anything, might happen.

Her bedroom door was open and the light was on so I assumed she was in her bedroom. I stopped in the doorway and saw her standing at her closet, looking through her wardrobe. She had removed her bikini top but was still wearing her bikini bottoms. "Dear . . .," I began.

She turned and faced me, making no effort to cover her tits. The sight of those nipples had me hard again and I didn't need to look to know that my pants were tenting once again. Damn this was frustrating!

She waited a moment for me to finish my sentence but I didn't. I couldn't. She said "I'm not sure but I think I'm going to wear my green shorts today. Do you think I should wear my dark green panties or my light green thong?"

That question just made matters worse for me. "I'm color-blind, so I don't care if you wear any panties at all," I said, realizing as soon as the words left my lips that this sentence made no sense whatsoever. I turned and left her room, finding my way back to my bathroom so I could relieve my problem. As soon as I got to my bedroom, I removed my pants and undies. Again, I didn't bother to close the bedroom door or the door into the master bathroom. At this point, I didn't care whether she came in and watched. I just started stroking my rod and it didn't take long before I was shooting out strings of cum, my eyes closed, lost in fantasies about my mouth and her tits.

* * *

Over the next few weeks, while her mother was still in Ohio, Miss Sarah began walking around the house in just her panties and bra. Sometimes, she would wear just her panties and a short silk robe that she left untied. It hung over her boobs so that her nipples weren't exposed unless she bent over, turned around quickly, or sat down so that the robe gaped open. Her panties were usually very form fitting and, now that she apparently shaved her pubic hair, the crotch of her panties followed the contours of that delightful pussy so that she had an obvious camel toe.

I figured that what was good for the goose would be good for the gander. I began to change out of all my clothes except my undies fairly early in the evening and put on a robe that I, too, left untied. I walked into the family room and sat down to watch TV. I reclined on my side and positioned my legs so that they were in a "frog" position, feet touching, knees apart with legs at an angle to each other. My crotch would be very clearly exposed if Miss Sarah sat down next to me.

Within a few minutes, she walked into the family room and asked what I was watching. I have no idea what I was watching but she pretended to be interested and sat down at the opposite end of the couch. By taking this position, it almost looked innocent and natural that she would sit down facing me rather than the TV. Initially, she turned her head so that she was, indeed, watching what was on the TV. I was watching her through my peripheral vision and I soon noticed her checking me out yet again.

My awareness of her looking at my undies caused my dick to start twitching. As soon as she saw some movement in my underwear, her gaze became even more intent and her eyes widened slightly. Excellent, I thought. She's turned on by this, too.

Less than a minute later, Miss Sarah said that she was going to bed and she got up and walked to her room. I heard the bedroom door shut and I immediately thought that was peculiar because she always slept with her door open. I could also see light coming under the door from within her bedroom so I knew she wasn't in bed. The sound on the TV was turned down so the house was very quiet.

As I stood at her bedroom door, I listened and heard a humming noise. About 30 seconds later, I heard her beginning to moan. She was in her bedroom using a vibrator to masturbate!

I was immediately filled with such an intense sexual rush. My little Miss Sarah was in her bedroom masturbating. She was using a vibrator and I didn't even know that she owned one. She was masturbating immediately after watching my dick twitch. While masturbating, she was probably fantasizing about my dick. She wanted my dick.

I knew then that I wanted to fuck her. I didn't care that it was wrong. I didn't care what would happen to me afterwards. I just wanted to shoot my cum into that shaved little pussy.

* * *

My marriage with Gretchen had fallen apart. We were like two strangers living in the same house. I spent my nights on the sofa. Sex was something that I now did only with my hand; sex with my wife had not occurred in months. Gretchen was like a 14 year-old kid who wanted freedoms without responsibilities. She didn't contribute any money to the household expenses, she rarely cooked, and she was an awful housekeeper. If she had fucked like a horny 14 year-old girl, I probably would have tolerated the rest of her crap for a very long time. But, when we did have sex, it was more of that formula sex with a somewhat smelly pussy and a lousy attitude. I knew it was only a matter of time before we would file for a divorce.

In the meanwhile, Miss Sarah had started to withdraw from me. I suppose that she sensed the impending breakup of the marriage and she had the good sense to know that she really had no choice about with whom she would cast her lot.

It was never a question in my mind. I knew that a divorce meant that I would also lose my precious, sweet Miss Sarah, the wonderful young girl who also happened to be the object of my unrelenting passion and lust. To avoid the trauma of a sudden loss of my time and affections, she had initiated a gradual withdrawal from my life; it was not hostile, but it was very deliberate, and it hurt. It hurt more than the failure of my marriage.

Since the environment at home was so unpleasant, I spent much time away, primarily working at the warehouse where I had many of my possessions already in storage. It was a mini-warehouse site where tenants were allowed to work in their units. I was there one afternoon when I received a call from Miss Sarah at about 6:00 pm.

"Hey, whatcha doin'?" she asked when I answered the phone. Her voice was overly friendly, and I knew she wanted something.

"Just working at the warehouse, dear. What do you want?" I asked.

"I was just wondering when you were going to be home. Mom's not here."

"Why do you want to know, sweetie? Are you running around the house naked?" I always asked this question when she was at home alone and called to ask us for our E.T.A. In truth, I honestly did think that she enjoyed lounging at home in the nude when we weren't there and I didn't care. It wouldn't have bothered me, at least not in a bad way, if she ran around naked when I was there, but I'm certain that her mother would not have allowed that.

"Yes, I'm naked right now," she replied in a very matter of fact voice that conveyed either the simple and direct truth or a conveniently deceptive response to my question.

"Well, I'll be home around 7:00, sweetie, but maybe a little earlier and maybe a little later. I'm not sure," I answered, "but, you know, you can run around naked as long as you want if your mother isn't home." The fact that Miss Sarah had recently celebrated her 18th birthday had me feeling a bit more boldly about flirting with her, and she always seem to enjoy conversations filled with sexual innuendo and double entendres.

"Well, uh, we'll see about that. Uh, thanks, Ron. See you later." She hung up.

Thoughts of Miss Sarah walking around naked in my house had me somewhat aroused for the next hour. I was tempted to go home early just so I could walk in and "accidentally" catch her in her birthday suit but I kept my word. I arrived home promptly at 7:00 pm. As I pulled up to the house, I noticed a car parked on the street. It was not directly in front of my house but it was closer to my house than to any other house, so I assumed this was someone visiting Miss Sarah pretending to be discreet with their parking.

I pulled into the driveway and got out of my car. Miss Sarah's bedroom was close enough to the driveway so that she could hear loud noises in the driveway, so I very quietly closed my car door. I was also very quiet when I unlocked the front door.

In our house, it was customary for family members returning home to call out "I'm home!" so that anyone already at home would not be caught by surprise. Upon entering, I said "I'm home" just loud enough so that I could say that I had done so but, hopefully, quietly enough that it had not actually been heard. However, her bedroom was close to the front door, so I assumed that she probably had heard me.

After entering the front door, I could take 5 or 6 steps and, turning to the right, look down the hallway and into my sweetie's bedroom. As I did so, I had the briefest glimpse of flesh. I had not noticed a face, had not seen boobs, or anything else other than a naked butt.

Ordinarily, I would have called out to alert Miss Sarah that I was home and I would expect that she would spring to action and quickly close her door. However, I was feeling rebellious and I didn't want to do what I knew was expected of me. I also felt extremely horny and I wanted to see this little girl naked.

I quietly walked down the hallway and stopped when I reached her doorway. I looked into her room and saw that Miss Sarah was, indeed, naked. But I also saw that she had a boy in her room, and he, of course, was also naked.

My most immediate thought was that I wanted to kick this boy out of the house and then jump on Miss Sarah and fuck her senseless. My next thought was that it was 7:00 pm, I was home just as I had said and just as she should have expected, so perhaps she had planned this to happen and she wanted me to catch her. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

The boy was laying across her bed so that his head was on the near side of the bed and his feet were dangling over the far side of the bed. He was laying on his back. Miss Sarah was on top of him in a 69 position. Her head was bobbing up and down on his dick and, between her slurping noises and his moans, I could tell that he was enjoying himself. He also had his tongue alternating between the exploring the depths of her pussy and stimulating her clit. Of course, her ass cheeks were spread and he was looking directly at her puckered anal orifice. So was I.

From where I was standing, I could see her asshole as well as her pussy. I had seen her tits on several occasions. I had seen her shaved pussy at least 10 times. But I had never before seen her asshole. I immediately wanted to have my dick in her ass. My pants became tight as my member came to full and immediate attention.

I stood watching this sight for about 10 seconds when the boy glanced towards the doorway and saw me. He had an immediate look of surprise on his face but I held my finger up to my lips to signal him, 'be quiet and don't let on that you see me.' With that, I'm sure the feelings in his crotch took control and told him to simply keep going for it. He resumed staring at Miss Sarah's ass and began eating her pussy with even more intensity.

The moans coming from my sweetie told me that she was very definitely aroused and would probably soon have an orgasm. This was more than I could possibly stand. My dick felt like it would burst if it did not have some relief. The sight of my beautiful step-daughter's pussy and ass filled me with an intense need for sexual relief. To hell with being a good and dutiful step-father. I was going to get some of that stuff.

I quickly and silently kicked off my shoes and pulled down my pants and underwear. I approached Miss Sarah from behind and she was still unaware of my presence. I considered sticking my dick in her ass but I realized that probably would not happen without some lubrication and I didn't see anything close at hand that would serve that purpose. However, her pussy was already as wet as a pussy ever gets and I knew I could slide in without a hitch.

I stood in position and the boy knew what I was going to do but he was about to blow his load. It looked like Miss Sarah was going to let him finish in her mouth, so he had no intentions of abandoning his post or doing anything that would interrupt his blow job. Again, I held my finger up to my lips to signal him to be quiet about my presence. I then bent down and placed my right index and middle fingers at the entrance to Miss Sarah's love canal. I plunged my fingers into her wet snatch and her moans immediately increased in intensity. Apparently, she thought that it was the boy digitally ministering to her snatch, because she still gave no indication that she was aware of my presence.

With my fingers buried deep in her pussy, I began to flex my middle finger in a "come here" motion, but I was stimulating the front wall of her vagina. This stimulates the G-spot and I have never had this fail to drive a woman into a frenzied, 110 mph, mind-blowing orgasm. Apparently, Miss Sarah had never been stimulated in this manner because she removed the boy's dick from her mouth long enough to desperately beg, "Oh, god, Bobby, don't stop."

She immediately returned to sucking dick and it sounded like Junior was getting ready to release his load. "I'm cumming!" he exclaimed before he started grunting and breathing heavily.

The sounds of his orgasm, combined with the sucking of her clit and the excitement of her G-spot, set Miss Sarah over the edge. She stared screaming, "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" I could see a pulsating motion in her pussy and asshole that told me she was in the throes of a powerful orgasm and I knew that this was the time for me to jump in.