Incest with Step Father Colin
IT WAS THE EARLY Spring of 1972 and I was 12 years old. Life was good…I was blossoming into a buxom, fertile, hot and horny teenage girl; perfect in every way, just as our true nature had intended…hormones receiving their messages from Innate telling my body to explode their massive succulent breasts, to start broadening my young girl hips to that which would appeal to a man for childbearing…but still slim and sexy…and my first “blood”…I was officially a woman…healthy, voluptuous and fertile, able to bear children….ummmm and so freaking horny……all I could think about was sex, sex, and more sex.
After having found that tattered, raunchy erotic novel by the side of the road, I had been devouring its contents every chance I could get …keeping it safely hidden away so no one could find it. Erotica fed my vivid, bad girl imagination, allowing my fertile mind to paint a stunning picture, with thrilling new concepts and ideas about sex and sexuality, which in turn, only added flames to the fire of the “bad” girl in me. Reading and fantasizing made my tender, young pussy spasm and tingle, gushing forth its tasty sweet moistness all day long.
Colin, my Step Father, had already come to me in my bed a few days ago, licking my Yoni like the doggie, making me explode into orgasmic bliss. Having seen his naked form in the bathroom several times, I couldn’t get the image of his dangling member out of my head. I was so excited, that a few times, I left our apartment and engaged in pee play with masturbation out in our local park. That only made my excitement heighten.
Of late, I had also been to many West Indian parties with Colin and my Mother. He and his friends seductively danced with me in the dark, mood lit room to the reggae tunes, as I gyrated my slender pelvis and Mons back up against their bulging rods, packed away in their bell bottom pants, at least for the moment. I was so hot and horny all the time. Now I know why!
Summer would be upon us very shortly, which meant school would be out and sexy, skimpy halter tops, tube tops and tight cut off jean shorts riding up to reveal the cheeks of my cute ass.
For the last little while, I had been regularly play wrestling with my Step Father as well as with other neighbourhood teenage boys. I had always enjoyed body contact tremendously and loved to touch and to be touched, as I truly am a Sensation Type Personality. I found it was my way of exploring the opposite sex without them being aware of my secret, hidden desires; between the various wresting moves, the heavy breathing, the masculine contact, scent, hardness, feeling dominant and then submissive…downright erotic.
Baby-doll pyjamas were my favorite sleeping attire and, believe it or not, my Mother always insisted I be ready for bed every night early. So that by 6 pm, dinner was done and I was lounging around our two bedroom apartment, in the skimpiest of see through lingerie. My mid drift revealed a flat belly and lower down, just below that, sexy string bikini panties barely covering my ripe Mons. I loved the way the baby dolls fit my perky, tight body, over the beautiful big melons upon my chest and at their centre, erect bubble gum nipples.
Ummm…It was Tuesday night and Hockey Night in Canada was showing on TV with Foster Hewitt commenting on the play by play action. Mom was heading out for the evening, going to the Baptist ladies church gathering – how ironic! Colin and I were going to be left all alone to our devices. Like two kids in a candy store with a sign that says, “Everything for Free today – take what you’d like!”. Two sensual sexual creatures; souls left to their own will.
Colin was very unique. He had the most amazing eyes. They were bright hazel and slightly slanted, as though there were an oriental mix somewhere back in his gene pool, which was not to be unexpected on a foreign man. He hailed from Guyana, South America and spoke with a sexy Guyanese accent. He was a black mix, so his skin was a milk chocolate color. Full broad lips, wide flat nose, high cheekbones with a scar running down his right cheek. He appeared for all the world as though he was a modern day pirate, which only added to his exoticness and magnetic nature.
Oh, and did I mention he had a fucking big black cock. How I loved to rub it up against my body when we were wrestling or dancing at parties, reveling in the feelings it evoked deep within my core. At other times, in the evening when I lay my head down upon his inviting lap at night to watch Hockey Night in Canada, I could feel his pulsing, throbbing Lingham jerking invitingly beneath my pretty young face, making my loins ache with desire. Juices dripped from deep within my Yoni, the place where the beginning of life as we know it starts…the epicentre where the most incredible sensations originate…like wave after crashing wave through your body…overflowing with wetness, trying to satisfy a deep unquenching thirst…causing my body and mind to call out for something…not quite sure what…but for certain it involved Colin’s thick, long ebony rod…
Wearing only my pink lacy sexy baby dolls, I sat upon his welcoming lap on that fateful night when Mother went to the Baptist church meeting next door. I was ultimately to lose my virginity to my Step Father… one day very soon…would this be the day? His customary rock hard dick was thrashing about in his tight bellbottomed blue jeans, below my pelvis, as I sat upon his lap. I began rocking back and forth, back and forth instinctively. The bump getting harder and harder underneath my baby dolls…which barely covered my hairless, wanton, tight, virginal blossom of nectar…and my beautifully formed, burgeoning, naked, big creamy breasts pointing skyward…bursting free from the lacy, low plunging neckline of my baby dolls. I felt the sheer string panties beneath my hot box getting wetter and wetter. Standing up, I slowly tugged at the thin pink strings at the sides of my girl-like slender hips and removed what seemed like an unnecessary protection from my muff, their dampness obvious, even to the naked eye.
Bending over to switched the TV off, my inviting ass pointed in his direction, I put on Johnny Nash’s latest album, “I can see clearly now” started to play later followed by, “Stir it Up”. Walking back over to the big easy chair recliner with only my baby doll top on, Colin patted his lap, indicating for me to climb back up onto his lap and my wild pony ride. He started nuzzling my milky white neck and delicate ear. I could hear his sexually charged breaths…then nibbling his way up to my tender earlobe, making me screech with delight and causing a strong impulse to turn around and wrestle him to the floor, making him mine.
Before I could act on that thought, my black Step Father started blowing into my ear gently…whispering how much he loved my body and how sexy and hot I was with my big knockers and curvy hips. He stated this was to be our little secret. Which made it even HOTTER! He made me swear not to tell anyone, not even Marina, my best friend.
Oh, how I wanted him. I had so many mixed feelings…one of which was jealousy, seeing him with Mother and knowing he was fucking her. The game was on and I would vie for his attention…and his cum in and on me.
Colin moved his hand down and unzipped his pants, his massive cock springing forth from its restraint. I stared at it incredulously. It’s size slightly unnerving but at the same time, creating within me shivers and tingles in all the right places. I imagined the mushroom shaped head on his chocolate cock spearing the way for his long thick shaft to penetrate me…finally taking my virginity. With my panties in the way no longer, I immediately started gyrating my smooth, bareback virginal twat all over Colin’s pulsing member, spreading the pre-cum all up and down the sausage length cock, driving both of us into some sort of sexual frenzy. Colin wrapped his arms around my chest and started fondling my aching, flushed magnificent breasts…oh how I yearned for something more…but what…
We thought we heard a sound and were roused from our sex play. I jumped up off his lap…good, no one was there. I put on Ernie Smith’s LP and played, “Pitta Patta” and Ken Lazarus, “Hail the Man”, followed by “Stir It Up” and Bob Marley. The beat of the West Indian music brought out a deep, primal nature within me. Not able to help myself, I started seductively dancing in front of him, putting on a private strip tease, my slender hips and pelvis gyrating sensually to the beat of the music, rippling like waves, the rhythm taking over my body, as though I was possessed…likened to that of our great ancestors at Ritual Night.
Shit…the key in the lock! Mom was back home already…Colin quickly turned on the TV so the hockey game was playing and I jumped onto the sofa, presenting a very casual, relaxed pose. She came in and saw us sitting separately and innocently in the Living Room. She quickly said goodnight, told me to get to bed now. She then headed down to her bedroom since she didn’t like hockey and was tired…
As soon as she left and the coast was clear, I picked up my wet panties that were lying on the floor all the while hoping Mother had not seen them. I gave Colin a big wet sloppy kiss goodnight, and off I went to bed…
When I got to my room, I couldn’t stop touching my soaking wet, aching pussy. I was so excited that before I knew it, I exploded in orgasm. I think I masturbated four times that night before I went off to sleep, all the while thinking about his big, hard, black dripping cock…
…to be continued