Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 6

Standing, Carla stripped off her T-shirt and tossed it aside. She was braless underneath, revealing full, firm breasts with nipples standing up tall and proud. She cupped them in her hands, pinching her buds, kind of showing off for Annabel. She knew that her boobs were one (or was it two?) of her best assets, and she’d been known to refer to them by quoting the old Seinfeld line: “They’re real, and they’re spectacular.” Even Annabel, who was no slouch in that department, found herself staring open-mouthed in admiration.

Releasing her tits, which bobbled pleasantly a few times before settling down, Carla slowly and teasingly undid each button on her jeans. Soon her fly gaped open, black pubic hair peeking out from underneath (she wasn’t wearing underwear either). She slid one hand down her pelvis and between her legs, coating it in her juice, which she then spread onto her breasts. Bending forward, she pressed her left nipple against Annabel’s lips, which parted willingly to receive it; at this point the older woman was putty in her hands. Carla let her suckle on that one for awhile, then replaced it with the other.

This was Annabel’s first taste of another woman’s pussy juice. It was a complex flavor, familiar but  with a twist, and not an unpleasant one – in fact, the more she tasted it, the more she liked it. She was a little disappointed when Carla’s breasts were completely clean, tasting only of young flesh and salt.

Carla wriggled out of her jeans, let them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. She now stood naked in front of her stepmother, who was also naked, gazing up at her with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. It was a delightful moment of anticipation, and Carla took the time to stop and savor it.

When the time was ripe, Carla climbed up onto the couch and placed one knee on either side of Annabel’s head. Annabel looked up wide-eyed, realizing what was being demanded of her. Carla stared back coolly. “You don’t get something for nothing,” she said.

Annabel, having been brought up with a very strong sense of fairness, took this to heart. But nothing in her upbringing had prepared her for the idea of performing oral sex on your husband’s daughter. Also, of course, she had no experience in this area. So for a long moment she just lay there staring up into Carla’s crotch, inhaling the heady scent of female arousal, taking in her first close-up view of a vagina.

“Sometime today,” snarled Carla.

Obediently, Annabel stuck out her tongue and took a first tentative lick. She felt Carla quiver in response, and this positive feedback was very encouraging. She ran her tongue all along the length of Carla’s slit, thrilling, suddenly, at the very wrongness of this – here she was, good girl Annabel, eating her stepdaughter’s pussy.

Carla knew without having to ask that this was Annabel’s first time, so she was very patient, enjoying the eager but somewhat clumsy way that Annabel was trying to pleasure her. Eventually she guided Annabel to her clit, and after some experimentation Annabel began to figure out what to do with it.

When she felt her orgasm approaching, Carla leaned down into 69 position. Timing her efforts carefully, she licked and sucked Annabel’s clit in such a way that they came almost simultaneously.

Carla’s orgasm was powerful, but Annabel's was cataclysmic – hands down, the best climax she'd ever had. She very nearly passed out. In that moment of ecstasy, any sense of what they were doing being wrong seemed far, far away.

 

For a while the two of them just lay there basking in the afterglow. For Carla, there was a very satisfying sense of conquest, of a mission accomplished, in addition to the physical pleasure.

When Carla climbed off Annabel blinked a few times as if just waking up. Had it, in fact, all been a dream? It seemed impossible that it had actually happened, that she had just had sex with her stepdaughter. But there was Carla, naked, her derriere swaying as she walked toward the bathroom.

When she returned Carla quickly dressed. “I have a party to get to,” she said. She looked down at Annabel, splayed out there unmoving, her pretty face smeared with Carla’s fluids. “That was fun.” With that, she turned and was gone.