Step-daddy's Girl

My mom died in an automobile accident when I was 18; her car was t-boned by a bus. Right after that, my step-dad had me come to his room every Sunday to pray for her. For a while, that's all we did--pray together for mom. Then one time, in the middle of a prayer, he leaned over, halfway on top of me, and started rubbing his penis against my tummy. He said he had so much sad energy inside him that it had to come out on my "tum-tum" or he'd have a breakdown. I told him that if it would help him, it was ok for him to rub. He released his "sad energy;" a giant spurt of white stuff all over my bare tummy. I was very naïve at the time. My mom wouldn't talk to me about sex, and she had been homeschooling me, so I didn't have any close girlfriends. Had never had a boyfriend. That first time step-dad ejaculated on me, I didn't know exactly what was happening and wasn't even sure what that big puddle of semen on my stomach really was. Now I can close my eyes and see that pool of step-daddy's jizz on my young tummy.

For a while, that's what we did. He'd rub himself against parts of my body: my tummy, my thighs, my butt, my small breasts, and he'd ejaculate on me. Then, he asked me to help him with the "release"--first just with my hand. Then he'd ask me to rub my little breasts (I'm small up top--34A) against his dick. He'd hump me without entering me. I was happy to do everything he asked me--I was, sexually, utterly in his control.

One thing he cautioned me--I was never to tell anyone, not even our pastor, about our prayer sessions. Those were just between him and me and God. I knew enough not to tell, and I never have.

I think that one reason I was happy to let my step-daddy own me was because, deep down, I didn't really like my mother. She was strict and bossy and bitchy, and she was never nice to my step-dad. I have no memory of my biological father, and my mom married my stepfather when I was only three. I remember, as a child, seeing my mom & step-dad kissing and hugging and hearing them in their bedroom. I was horribly jealous. I wanted my step-daddy to love me like he loved my mom. And eventually, he did.

He said he wanted to inspect my body to make sure "everything was alright." He closely examined my breasts. He said they were little but pretty, and he said that he loved my pink nipples. (I have tiny breasts but long nipples and big aureola). He'd put his head between my thighs. He told me never to shave my pubic hair like whores do. (I still have never shaved my bush.) He asked me to pull my labia open so he could examine my genitals carefully. He said I had a beautiful pussy.

He wanted me to know what a man really looked like. He'd have me stare at his penis and his balls. He'd have me watch him pee. Once, he had me lie down in the tub, and he peed on me. Then he got in the tub and had me squat over his genitals and told me to "go potty" on his genitals. He had a small dick, I realize now. Maybe three inches--though quite thick. But at the time, I really didn't have any penises to compare it with, and his cock and nuts seemed huge to me.

He started touching me--my ass, my small breasts. He'd kiss my nipples and make them stand up. He'd take my mom's comb and comb my pubic hair. He said I must never let any boys touch me "down there." He said my mom up in heaven wouldn't like that at all, but that I needed, like him, to release my bad energy. But only with him. He'd finger my privates: my vagina, my clitoris, my butthole. It felt so good. He started going down on me, licking my vagina, my clit, my urethra (I love that feeling when someone tongues my peehole), even licking my anus. My first orgasms were with my step-daddy.

Once, he asked me to take his ball sack in my mouth and to hum. Next, he had me put my tongue a tiny way into his peehole. Then the had me suck his dick "like your mommy used to do." To put my finger in his asshole and move it in and out while I sucked his short, fat dick. Surprisingly, he told me to stop after a couple of minutes of sucking and licking, and fingering, saying that it was wrong and sinful for a step-daughter to suck him like his wife. He tried to move my head away, but I wouldn't let him. I didn't stop and told him to keep on fucking my mouth. He did, and grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me hard down on his cock. I often think about his big load of sperm shooting into my teenage mouth. He said I should swallow it, and I did. Semen doesn't taste great, but I loved it anyway. I won't swallow my husband's jizz now, I spit it out, but I was happy to slurp down step-dad's cum.

He never fucked me vaginally--said God wouldn't like that. One Sunday, though, he told me to put my head down on the mattress and to put my ass up in the air. I was so exposed to him. He rubbed some lubricant on my rectum, and he slowly put his dick in his step-daughter's asshole. Once inside my rear, he humped me madly. His butt-fucking me hurt quite a bit--that thick cock of his--but I loved it. I'd groan, it hurt so much, but I loved the pain because it was my step-daddy causing it. I especially loved that he came inside my body, even if it wasn't in my pussy. I remember his semen dripping out of my butthole for a day or so afterwards.

Sometimes he'd get mad--as if it were my fault. He said I was making him sin. Of course, he was really mad at himself. He called me a bitch, a slut, a whore, a stupid cunt. He'd spank my bare ass as punishment with a paddle until my cheeks turned red and I'd start to cry. He's slapped me between my legs and slapped my face, and pulled my hair. He'd bite my nipples hard and finger my pussy and my asshole aggressively and painfully. I didn't mind. I liked the feeling of my step-daddy punishing me, spanking me, hurting me.

Then, he got a job overseas, and I had to stay with my grandmother. I was heartbroken. I tried to stay in touch with him, but he said it would be better if I didn't write or call or come to Japan to see him. He didn't want to become a "sinner" again with his step-daughter, and he had a Japanese girlfriend. Not long after, I started seeing the guy I would eventually marry. I've never told my hubby that he was "sloppy seconds" to my step-daddy. My husband was just happy that I was still a "virgin." (Technically, I still was--but I certainly wasn't.)

Yes, clearly, my stepfather was mentally disturbed and a twisted religious fanatic who never recovered from his wife's death. And in a way, I guess I was a bit insane myself. I knew our incest (we weren't related, but it surely was incest) was weird and wrong, but I loved him, and I wanted to make him happy, and I loved the way we would make each other "release." Those were the best orgasms I've ever had. Yes, it was a bizarre way to spend my teenage years, but God, I loved it.

I haven't seen him or heard from him for years. Maybe now he is ashamed of taking advantage of his step-daughter. But when I am making love with my husband, I often fantasize that it is my step-daddy finally going inside of my pussy. And when I masturbate (I do often), I think of praying and playing and cumming with step-daddy in his bed on Sundays. The memory gives me the best orgasms.