Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 41

Carla sipped her drink and surveyed the situation. Katya was leaning back on the couch, moaning and panting as Annabel’s tongue burrowed into her. Annabel, in turn, was being licked from underneath by Monica. In this position Monica’s fancy dress was all askew, revealing her thighs and occasionally flashing her crotch.

Taking a deep breath of the second-hand smoke still hanging in the air, Carla wrapped an arm around Luisa, who was looking on wide-eyed — this was a different level of decadence than she was used to. Her hand found its way between her legs as Carla leaned over to nibble on her ear.

 

Meanwhile Kim had decided to join in. Dropping to her knees, she lifted the bottom of Monica’s dress, took hold of the white panties underneath, and slipped them down and off. Eager as a kid in a candy store, Kim spread Monica’s legs and leaned down to feast on the dark-skinned girl’s bright pink pussy.

After watching for a few minutes, Carla took Luisa by the hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom. There the two of them made out and groped each other for awhile — getting reacquainted with each other’s bodies — before equipping themselves with strap-ons and returning downstairs.

When they walked back into the living room, things had been reconfigured; Annabel and Katya were 69ing on one couch, Monica and Kim on the other. It was such a beautiful sight, Carla was hesitant to disturb it. But just then Annabel looked over at her and momentarily turned her attention from Katya’s pussy. Seeing the long, thick dildo dangling from Carla’s crotch, Annabel’s mouth fell open; moments later it was completely full as Carla drove the shaft of the strap-on into her throat.

Following Carla’s lead, Luisa went over to the other couch and started fucking any hole she could find, starting with Kim’s pussy. When Kim began to make her characteristic squeaking noise, Luisa moved to silence her by shoving the dildo into her mouth. After a minute Luisa pulled out and plunged into Monica’s cunt, leaning over and contorting herself to get her head between Kim’s legs and take a taste.

Carla now angled herself so she could penetrate Katya from behind. Katya looked back over her shoulder and muttered something in Russian that translated roughly as “Fuck me hard, you bitch.” Carla grinned and complied, wrapping one arm around Katya’s thigh and pushing in deeper.

Just then the doorbell rang. This caused Carla to panic for a second, thinking that maybe her father had unexpectedly returned home. Then she realized that of course he wouldn’t ring the doorbell, that it had to be Courtney, who had said that she had other plans but indicated that she might turn up at some point during the evening.

She used her leverage to turn Katya to one side, allowing Annabel to escape from underneath. Annabel unclipped the leash and took a few seconds to straighten her dress before going to answer the door. It was indeed Courtney, who had been out to dinner with her parents. She cocked her head, taking in Annabel’s smeared lipstick and JBF hair, and wondering what might be going on inside.

Annabel smiled sheepishly as she invited Courtney in. When they got to the living room, Carla was now sitting on the couch with Katya bouncing up and down on her cock. Lucia was giving it from behind to Monica, who had her face buried in Kim’s crotch. Annabel went to fetch a glass of wine for Courtney, who stood there trying to figure out where she fit in.

 

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The last few days had been important ones for Courtney. The talking-to from Carla after their last night together had really stuck with her, as had the sensations of their morning romp — deliciously erotic and unblurred by alcohol, it had been the most memorable sex of her life.

 

The more she thought about it, the more she realized she didn’t need to live in denial anymore. So she liked girls — why was that anything to be ashamed of? Girls were amazing. 

Her parents were out of town that week so she spent a lot of time alone, reading and relaxing, sunbathing nude in the courtyard, and watching a fair amount of lesbian porn — reveling in a newfound sense of comfort in who she really was. She began to contemplate how she was going to come out to her parents. It wouldn’t be easy — they were very conservative people — but she knew it had to happen eventually; and the sooner she started, the sooner it would blow over.

When the invitation to Carla’s dinner party came, she hesitated. She had a pretty good idea of what might happen there, and though on the one hand this was exactly what she wanted — after days of masturbating, she was dying for some real live pussy — she worried that being around other people would break the spell she was under. At the moment she felt serene and confident about her future in a way that you can only feel when you’re by yourself.

So she hemmed and hawed until well past the designated starting time. Then, suddenly, she made up her mind, grabbed her keys, and headed for the car.

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