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"Thank you for taking me out to this nice restaurant, daddy," she said. "Could I have a glass of wine?" I felt relieved that she'd reverted to calling me "daddy," even though I used to think it was rather coy.

"That's fine by me, if they don't card you, Jenny," I replied.

The waitress came over. "We'd like a bottle of wine please," Jenny said. "Lover, do you want white or red?" she said to me. Fuck. She was pretending to the waitress that we were a couple.

"Let's have the house red, please," I said to the waitress, who nodded and left. When she was gone, I said to Jenny, "What the fuck are you playing at, missy?"

"What, daddy?"

"You know what."

"Oh, you know I like to have fun, daddy," she said distantly, looking off at another couple by the bar.

I felt her foot on mine. She'd kicked off her shoe so I could feel her toe. She gently pushed my left leg against the wall and started inching up, to my ankle then to my knee. As the waitress came back, her toe had reached my inner thigh, and luckily she stopped there, but continued to play with me with her foot.

"I'm thinking of having the "chicken," lover, what do you think?" I just looked at her and made a face. Obviously, the waitress had no idea about our games of chicken, but I still felt awkward. The waitress poured the wine, apparently unfazed by the sight of this stunning young woman with a much, much older gentleman. Jenny took a drink and said, "My boyfriend needs more time to order, he can't decide what he wants."

"I know what that's like," the waitress replied and they both laughed. They were bonding.

"Not like in bed, he always knows what he wants there, don't you, baby?" Jenny said mischievously, looking at me. They laughed again.

The waitress looked at me and playfully tutted. Then she looked at Jenny and mouthed "he's cute," and walked away. I was shocked, even though it had been a long time since she had managed to shock me.

"What the fuck, Jenny? Do you know her?"

"I do now," she replied, taking a casual sip of wine and looking away, in her usual insouciant way. Jesus. These fucking girls are all crazy. "She's right though, you are cute," she said and her toe moved further up my leg. I was wearing tight pants and my erection was bulging hard against the thin fabric. She was inches from my cock with her toe now. "I might get the coq au vin, what do you think?"

"I think you're out of control, Jenny."

"Yes, that's true. No one can control me, but I know what I'm doing."

I couldn't disagree. She might have been a sociopathic, manipulative exhibitionist narcissist like so many young women, but she had her shit together. The waitress came back. "Ready to order?" Jenny's toe reached my crotch and she started playing with my balls. It felt amazing, and I closed my eyes a little. Jenny looked at me coldly as she ran her toe up the length of my cock and down again. "What would like, sir?"

"Chicken," I blurted out. Jenny giggled and took her foot away. I crossed my legs, and said "I'll have the chicken, please."

"Me too. Coq au vin. Is the coq good here?" Jenny said. Both her and the waitress laughed heartily and I felt it was at my expense.

"Yes, it's very good," the waitress replied with a grin, then looked at me.

"I love coq. But I'll wait to get some when we get home. I'll have the steak, medium."

"Anything else? You two are so adorable together," she said and walked away.

"I actually wanted the fish," I grumbled to Jenny.

"Well, I got what I wanted. I always do," Jenny said. She was probably right. I called the waitress over and changed my order. She nodded, walked over to the bar and Jenny got up to follow her. Dinner with Jenny had never been like this before. It had never been dull, but this was a white knuckle ride. I sensed that Jenny was bored with our games and wanted to up the ante a little, now that she'd succeeded in getting my cock in her mouth. I watched them talk and saw how Jenny was turning on her charms with the girl, also very pretty. They both giggled and looked over at me. Jenny came back.

"What now?" I asked her, mortified.

"Oh, I just told her that you have a huge dick and that she could get in on a three-way after she got off work." I was too shocked to reply. "She seemed into it," she said dispassionately.

"You didn't say that," I asked, blushing, in disbelief.

Jenny ignored me and poured herself another glass of wine. The meal came and I started to feel more relaxed. We had a nice time with lots of laughing and quick conversation. We had great chemistry, I couldn't deny that. I took the opportunity to try and change the subject and ask her about school and actually be a parental figure instead of an accessory to her wayward fantasies. I looked at her with a swelling heart as she spoke enthusiastically about school and gymnastics. She could be absolutely delightful when she wasn't trying to be a crazy jerk.

When the check came, Jenny said to the waitress, "We've had a change of plans. John can't wait to take me home and fuck me, so we'll have to do it another time, OK?"

The waitress smiled and said "Lucky girl," looked at me with a pout and walked off. I just looked at Jenny and shook my head. The bitch was back.

Returning home, I collapsed on the couch and Jenny joined me, though didn't sit on my knee as I half expected. She had changed into a more comfortable outfit; some tiny tight shorts and a little cut off t-shirt. I could see her nipples poking through so knew she wasn't wearing a bra.

We watched TV for a while and as the evening grew longer, Jenny started cuddling up. I felt her breasts against my chest and her knees brushed against my legs. As was usually the case with my sweet stepdaughter, she had managed to get me going in under a minute. "Daddy...?" she purred in my ear. "Are we ever gonna talk about what happened between us?"

She was referring to the night she had surreptitiously sucked my dick. "What do you want to talk about, sweetie?" I replied and turned towards her. She looked up at me with big, beautiful eyes and I stroked her cheek and smiled.

"I really enjoyed it, daddy," she said.

How was I supposed to respond to that? She put her hand on my knee. I guess what I wanted to know was did she actually like me or was she just playing some crazy game? I wanted to believe the former. "I did too, Jenny, I..." I said, but broke off. "How'd you get so good at that anyway, have you...?"

"That was the first time, daddy. A lot of the other girls in school have done it with boys but I'm still a virgin. I'm waiting for the right man. Someone who can take care of me, daddy." She looked at me at it was obvious who she was talking about.

"So, if you've never, um..."

"Sucked cock before?" she interrupted.

"Right. Then how..."

"I've been watching a few videos online, daddy. And one of my girlfriends taught me, and..."

"OK, got it," I cut her off. "Well, it was..."

"Did I please you, daddy?" she said in a sugary sweet girly voice. I just nodded and felt it heat up in the room. I wanted to kiss her.

"And another thing. That waitress tonight. Would you have really have gone through with that, Jen?"

"Would you?"

"She was attractive, but...I'm married, so..."

Jenny burst out laughing. "Married!" she laughed. "Ha! Big fucking deal, dude. I know you don't care about her. I bet you've fucked lots of other women this last few years."

"Actually, I haven't, Jenny. I've thought about it..."

"Have you thought about me?"

"What do you mean, Jenny?"

"Have you thought about...that night? How it felt? How good it was? How your cock looked going deep in my mouth?"

I just sat there with my mouth open, exhaled deeply, then paused. "Every day, Jenny."

She just smiled. "You wanna play truth or dare now, daddy?"

"I know you like games, sweetie," I replied. I was a little drunk, so agreed. "Sure, why not, babe. How do we start?"

"First of all, we get another glass of wine each. After that, it's simple."

I knew this was a bad idea, but I didn't care at this point. Jenny's comments about my joke of a marriage to her mother had made me feel pretty laissez faire about the whole thing, and I honestly no longer cared at this point. If Jenny wanted to play games, I didn't mind. She was old enough to take responsibility for her actions as well, and I wondered if Jocelyn would have given a damn at this point either.

Jenny grabbed a bottle and two glasses and stood over me while I opened it and poured it out. She stood in front on me and I looked her up and down, freely and without subtlety. Her shorts accentuated her miraculous pussy lips in the most erotic way and I began to sweat.

"You like my shorts, daddy?" she asked me, knowing full well the effect she had on me. I looked up at her and nodded, feeling totally relaxed. I spread out and didn't bother to try and hide my erection.

"Has the game started?"

"Not yet, daddy. So, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"OK, daddy. Have you ever jerked off thinking about me?"

Oh shit. I had, but should I really tell her? I had walked into this evil little trap of hers. I just nodded.

"Say it, daddy."

"Yes I have."

"Say the whole thing."

I sighed and made a face at her. "OK, Jenny. Yes, I've jerked off thinking about you. Now, you. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"OK, Jenny. Have you ever been fucked by a boy?"

"I already told you that I hadn't. That was a waste of a turn."

"Well, I didn't know if you were telling the truth before."

"And now that I'm tied to the sacred bonds of Truth or Dare, I won't lie?"

"Exactly."

No, daddy. Not yet. I'm a good little virgin, just like I told you. Your turn."

"Dare"

"OK, daddy. I dare you to put your hands up my shirt and feel up my titties."

I couldn't help but smile at her, and shook my head at how bad she was. Of course I desperately wanted to and had every intention of doing so, but I needed to appear like it was a difficult decision to make. I scowled at her then stroked my chin while looking at her. "What happens if I say no, and forfeit the dare?"

"Then you have to pay the penalty. It's of my devising and is much more severe. You're better off just doing the dare, daddy. I know you want to. I know you like touching my titties," she said, lowering her voice as she went on.

"OK, then. Here goes nothing," I replied and tapped the empty space on the couch next to me. She sat down on her knees, facing me, her wonderful boobs sticking out in my direction. The little t-shirt didn't cover much anyway, so it didn't require a great deal of exploration to reach them. I put both my palms down flat on her belly and moved them up slowly, under her shirt and cupped her breasts. I squeezed them gently and played with her nipples. She put her hair up, surrendering to me. She looked me in the eye and made tiny little moans, opening her mouth.

I didn't want to stop. "How long do I..."

"Another minute, daddy," she said, licking her lips. Her eyes were full of fire and little strands of her hair fell in front of her face. I continued massaging her beautiful, pert breasts and felt my massive erection pushing against my pants. I was desperate to fuck her. I took a deep breath and slowed down, slowly taking my hands away. We just sat there for a few moments, out of breath, filled with lust. I had to stop myself from just attacking her and ripping her clothes off.

"OK, Jenny. Truth or dare?" I managed to say.

She gathered herself and sat down more comfortably. She brought her hand over and played with my hair. "Dare, daddy," she said at last.

Oh fuck. I think I could probably dare her to do anything. I could dare her to suck my cock and she probably would. I could dare her to take naked pictures of herself and send them to me. I could dare her to let me eat her pussy, anything. I sat there and tried to think of something that would be amazing without us stepping over the line into consummating our affair.

"OK, Jenny. I dare you...to...touch yourself," I said.

She gave me an evil smile. "Anywhere in particular, daddy?" she purred.

I nodded towards her crotch. Jenny stood up again, directly over me, undid the button on her shorts and unzipped the fly. She pulled down her shorts revealing tiny, sheer panties. I could see everything though the thin fabric, her pussy lips, her clitoris and her perfect little grooming. She kept herself a few inches from my face and let me soak it all in. It took all the strength inside me not to pull them aside and lick her. I looked up at her face and let her know with my eyes what she meant to me and what she did to me. She smiled down, knowingly.

She moved her fingers down her body, inside her panties and started rubbing her pussy. She put one foot up on the couch and thrust her hips forward towards my face. With her free hand, she grabbed the back of my head and kept me close enough so I could smell her. She put a finger inside, and started making little moans and groans. After a minute, she pushed my face so that I fell back on the sofa, and pulled her hand out and waved to me. I couldn't quite register what had just happened and just sat there. That was way more graphic and intense that I had imagined. This girl was not shy.

"OK, now you, daddy," she said, sitting back down, this time right up next to me. Truth or dare..."

"Dare," I said then instantly regretted it. She might ask me to fuck her. Then what? I'd be throwing my marriage and family life away and possibly destroying the most important relationship in my life. The one I had with Jenny. I just sat there, waiting. She put the hand that just been fingering herself in my face and said "I dare you to lick my fingers."

I raised my eyebrows to her in surprise, but of course did it. I leaned forward and sucked all her fingers in turn. I could taste her pussy juices and it made me feel even crazier. When I was done, I took a giant drink of wine and poured myself another one.

"You like how I taste, daddy?"

I nodded.

"Say it, daddy." Boy, was she evil.

"I like the way your sweet pussy tastes, Jenny my darling," I said and looked at her with love and lust. I was drunk on wine and teenage pussy. She giggled at me and thanked me very sweetly.

"OK, Truth or dare?"

"Dare, daddy."

OK, here it was. Should I dare her to suck my cock again, or to fuck me? The fact was, I didn't dare to dare, even if I thought she would have. Despite everything, I still hadn't accepted that this was happening and I was wracked with guilt over it.

"OK, Jenny. I dare you to...take a picture of yourself flashing your tits and send it to me."

"Daddy!" she said, making a shocked face. I suddenly felt shitty for saying that and apologized.

"Oh, Jenny. You don't have to. I'm just a little drunk and stupid and...

"Daddy, baby. It's fine. I'm only teasing, I don't mind. You can look at it while you jerk off. Or pull it up on your phone when you're fucking my mother." She laughed hysterically, then pulled her shirt up. My god she looked incredible and I just sat there with a stupid look on my face. She picked up her phone and shot a few selfies, then gave me the phone. "Take a few more, daddy," she told me. She then spread her legs and I eagerly snapped a dozen pictures at various angles as she posed for me like a stripper in heaven.

"Gimme," she said, sitting back up. I handed her the phone. "Should I Cc mom?" she said with a sadistic laugh. I didn't laugh, but then my phone on the table made a series of "pinging" sounds so I knew I'd received some little gifts from her. It felt so wrong, but I couldn't wait to see her. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"OK, Jenny, One more? Who's turn is it?"

"Your turn, daddy. Truth or dare?"

I thought about it. This is it. If I said "Dare", then I had no doubt she would dare me to fuck her. So, I wimped out and said, "Truth."

"OK, daddy," she said, sitting in the most adorable way on the couch. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked me, with an innocent look. I sat there looking at her, not sure what to say. Of course I wanted to.

"Do I want to, or will I?"

"Do you want to."

I felt ashamed, but nodded.

"Daddy. Move over. Get close. Look me in the eye and tell me."

I did as she asked. I moved towards her, put one arm around her, bringing her in close, and with the other hand I stroked her cheek. She looked at me with wide eyes and put her hand on my chest.

"Jenny, I want to fuck you," I whispered to her. She moved her face towards me and our lips were an inch apart.

"Thank you, daddy. Good game. Now, kiss me goodnight," she said. Was that it? She wasn't going to ask for one more round and then dare me to fuck her? No, I suspect this was just another part in a larger game and I was her pawn. I moved in and kissed her sweet mouth and we softly, slowly, made out. I touched her tits again and I was hoping she would reach down and grab my cock, but she didn't. She was blue balling me. I was tempted to pick her up and bring her to my bedroom, but I couldn't risk making an unwanted advance, however ridiculous that might sound.

"Phew, Jenny. Are you drunk too?" I asked her, hoping she would instigate sex. I wanted her so badly now.

"Good night, daddy," she said calmly and walked away. I heard her bedroom door close and I felt rotten, red faced with a swollen cock. Was she punishing me? I pulled my pants down, took my cock out, looked at the pictures of Jenny she had sent me and jerked off.

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That week, my friend Bob came over to hang out. I'd been avoiding having people over for a while now and would normally go out to bars or someone else's place to socialize. I wasn't keen on having people intrude on my home life, especially as it had become so unconventional lately. But Bob was probably my best buddy and he wanted to come by and play some records on my system. It was better than his set up and he had just bought an original copy of "Blue Train" he wanted to try out.

Inevitably, Jenny decided to join us and sat patiently as the two of us became absorbed in the music and the rich, glowing sound. Jenny inched up closer to me and put her hand on my knee. She was going to try and embarrass me, and push it as far as she could. When Bob started reading the liner notes on the rear sleeve of the LP, Jenny took the opportunity to grab my dick. I went hard instantly and I could tell she was thrilled by the physical reaction.

"Bob, do you mind if I steal John for a second to go over some homework notes? You can pause the thing or whatever."

"Sure thing, yeah. Of course...er..." Bob blurted out, flustered by the power of Jenny's sensual charms. She stood up and gestured with her head for me to follow. We got into the hallway, out of sight, and Jenny pulled her top up over her tits, exposing them. Almost involuntarily, I put my hands on them and started molesting her. It was exquisite, and she just stood there, letting me fondle her.

"I was so bored, daddy. I don't understand that music," she said and kissed me. We started making out and I felt her hand move down to the lump in my pants. She grabbed it and started stroking, and I was helpless to resist. I deepened our kiss and squeezed her perky nipples. "Suck on my tits, daddy," she whispered and as I was about to, I heard a noise from the other room. I'd totally forgotten about Bob and had been all but ready to fuck my stepdaughter with him in the house. I took my hands off her tits and looked over towards where Bob was sitting. I could see his feet.

Jenny laughed a little and pulled her top down, then walked back towards him. I just stood, there, 8 inches of solid meat punching its way out of my pants. I was bright red and a mess. I heard Jenny start talking to Bob, and I went to the bathroom to freshen up and recover. Heading back to Bob and Jenny, I put the record back on and sat down. Jenny was perched over Bob, talking sweetly and using her feminine tricks to disarm him. Her cleavage was in full power mode."Bob, I love this music. Can I borrow this album to play in my room?" She had a cheap little record player and knew full well this expensive treasure was not for her use. Bob looked horrified, but I could see he was sweating and that her charms were ensnaring him. He looked down at her cleavage.

"Sure, yeah, I guess, I..." he said, horribly ill at ease. He was so under her spell that he would have considered letting this teenage girl ruin his $500 album, just because. I had to intervene.

"Now, now, Jenny. If you like it, I'll buy you a reissue for your birthday. Bob isn't leaving this record here, are you?" Bob just looked confused. Jenny made a face a me and touched Bob's hand.

"But doesn't this one sound better, Bob?" she said.

"It sounds exactly the same," I interrupted, even though I saw Bob was about to object. I was getting annoyed with her now. "Jenny, how about you go off and eat some Jello, finish your homework and let the grownups do their boring grownup thing," I said. It was a little too mean. Jenny looked surprised at my words and looked at me, with a genuinely cross expression. She looked at Bob, smiled and walked off. Nearly out of sight, she flipped me off then I heard her door slam. Bob looked at me and I breathed a sigh of relief.

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The next weekend, Jenny and I went out shopping then stopped at an outside cafe for a drink. She looked amazing, her beautiful cleavage and long legs boldly displayed for all the world to see. I couldn't help but stare. "Looking at my tits, daddy?" I didn't answer, but yes, I was. "You could have sucked on my nipples the other night if you'd wanted to. But you blew it and now I'm not going to let you, so keep your eyes to yourself."

She was clearly in a mood after I was a jerk to her. I just shrugged and sat back, trying to relax.

Jenny spotted a waiter, who appeared about her age, and signaled to him. He came over and looked at her like any guy with eyes in his head would do. "Hey there," she said flirtatiously.

"Hi, my name is Tim. Can I get you guys anything?"

"Hi Tim," Jenny said. "Do you have dates? I want a date." Her confidence was insane.

He looked shocked. "Um, no. I could see..." Tim looked around nervously.

"Forget it. I don't want anything," she said and waved him away.

I just shook my head and he walked away.

"Was that your attempt to make me jealous, Jenny?"

"Ugh. I could fuck any guy here if I wanted to." She was probably right. "Go on. Point out a guy and I'll get his number." I just looked at her and sighed. She was being impossible. "I'll text him and tell him to meet me at a motel. We could watch him show up, but I won't go in. We'll just watch him wait and wait. What do you think?"

"I think you're crazy. And cruel. Why would you do that to someone?"

"Well, I'll find a married man. I'll have him pay for a room. He'll be so desperate to cheat on his wife with me that he'll do anything I ask."

"Well, I don't want to cheat on my wife with you, Jenny."

"Uh huh," she said dismissively. "It's just a matter of time," she added under her breath. I hoped she wasn't right, but she might have been. "Go on, pick out a guy."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, totally."

"OK, but just get his number, we're not gonna do the motel thing. That's bizarre."

"Fine."

I looked around. There was an older couple, probably in their 60s. They were sitting together and looked quite sweet. I pointed at the man. "Him."

Jenny got up and walked over, looking insanely hot. Every dude turned their head, even the ones with families. She waited for the woman to look away and then gave the man a smile and a little wave. He smiled back, disconcerted, but continued to look at Jenny. She then sat down near them so that the woman couldn't see her, but the man could. She smiled at him again and mouthed "Hi."

He mouthed "Hi" back at her awkwardly, making sure the woman didn't notice. Jenny then slowly walked past their table towards the restaurant. She gestured to the man to follow her, then went inside. A few seconds later, the man said something to his wife and followed Jenny. I could see them talking. Jenny was flirting, stroking his tie, giggling, being gorgeous. The man was smiling nervously, his hand on her waist. A few minutes later Jenny came back out and sat with me, while I watched the man sit back down with his wife, his eyes following Jenny.

She threw a $20 bill at me and said "There." There was a phone number on it.

"Where'd you get this money?"

"The old guy gave it to me. When I told him I didn't have any paper to write his number, I suggested he use some money and he did. He was about to use a dollar bill, but I grabbed his belt buckle and suggested he use the 20 instead. That's could be the start of him giving me lots of money and presents in exchange for sex. Or maybe just to be in my presence," she said and rolled her eyes.

The waiter came over and Jenny handed him the 20. "Two dry vodka martinis, up with olives. keep the change," she rattled off in quick succession. I had to admire her. She might have been a nihilistic, sociopathic bitch but I was sure she could get whatever she wanted through her entire life, if that's the way she wanted it. I knew there was more substance to her though, as she had continually demonstrated. I just sat back and enjoyed my free drink.

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The next day was a Sunday and I was determined to spend the entire day in the yard, lounging around, lightly drinking and reading my book. Jenny decided to join me and I wondered what kind of mood she was in today. "Hey there daddy," she purred and smiled at me sweetly. She seemed happier, and I felt a warm glow of love for her. She was wearing a skimpy bikini and sat down on a lounger next to mine.

"Hi Jenny. How are you? You seem better today," I asked, trying to navigate her treacherous waters.

"Daddy, will you go and get me some sunscreen?" she said, ignoring my question.

I went towards the house to get it for her. I was hoping this might be the start of another game, and I was feeling horny and ready. My moral compass was out of the window at this point, as I felt like my marriage was all but non-existent. Once inside, I quickly took off my pants and boxers and changed into loose shorts, leaving the boxers off. I took my shirt off. I went back out and eyed up Jenny. She eyed me up too.

"Daddy, rub it on my body," she said flirtatiously and my heart leapt, though I tried to stay cool. I sat down next to her on the lounger, right up close. She turned her back to me and I squirted some lotion into my hand. I started on her neck, shoulders and arms. "Daddy, undo my bikini top," she said. This was an order not a request, so I pulled the string and undid the bow. She took it off, tossed it aside and put her arms across her chest.

"No peeking daddy," she said and giggled. I massaged the lotion into her back and sides. She got up on her knees to give me access to her full body, as I keenly massaged the lotion in. She stuck out her ass and opened her legs a little. I started on her legs and inner thighs, right up against her pussy area and she let out some lovely little moans. I moved very slowly and luxuriously, making the most of this divine moment.

"I need more lotion there, daddy," she whispered. I happily obliged and spent a minute or so massaging her inner thighs and that magical spot in between her legs an inch to the side of her pussy lips. "Do you like touching me there, daddy?" she said softly.

"Uh huh," I replied cooly, and carried on. She shifted her body so that she was almost on all fours and stuck her ass out. "Make sure you get everywhere, daddy," she said softly. I ran my fingers along the sides of her bikini, and could feel her trimmed pubic hair. I brought my finger up through her ass crack and she let out another moan.

"Do you like my ass, daddy?" she asked me.

"Yes, my love," I answered. I ran my finger down in between her ass cheeks, deep into her crack, with only the little strand of bikini in the way. Damn, she felt so good. I gently slapped her on the ass, and she giggled. She then lay down on her back and her titties were out there for me to see and she didn't care. She just sat there, fully exposed, looking at me as if nothing was happening.

Her tits were the best thing I'd ever seen and my cock became engorged. She stretched out. I massaged lotion into her shoulders, neck, then went down her sides, doing under her arms and tummy. I gave special attention to her lower abdomen, on of my favorite spots on a woman. "Missed a spot, daddy," she told me.

"No, I think I got it, Jenny" I said with a tease. We just looked at each other.

"Are you going to let my titties get burnt by the sun, daddy? I wouldn't call that good parenting."

"I think you ought to do that yourself, young lady."

"Why, daddy? You didn't like touching me up before? I seem to remember that you did like it," she said with that evil smile. She knew I was just stalling to appear conscientious. I sighed, squirted some lotion onto my hands and massaged her breasts. It was bliss. I could have touched her all day, she was so gorgeous. Our eyes locked. "You like touching my titties, daddy?" I nodded to her and continued feeling her up. She just stared me blankly. "Tell me, daddy."

"I love touching you, Jenny," I told her.

"More."

"I love touching your titties, Jenny, sweetheart."

"And would you say I have nice titties, daddy?" she asked in her best Marilyn Monroe type voice.

"You're the most perfect and beautiful girl I've ever seen, baby," I said. It was probably the truth, but I instantly regretted saying it.

She sat back and smiled and just said, "I know." I continued touching her amazing tits. She let out a moan and spread her legs wide. Her tiny little bikini bottoms weren't covering much and I could see almost everything. I moved my hands down her tummy and did both her inner thighs again, running my fingers right up near her lips. She let out more little groans.

"Does baby like it when daddy touches her there?" I said, playing her game. This was so wrong.

"Yes, daddy," she whispered. She closed her legs and said, "Want me to put lotion on you too, daddy?"

Oh shit. Yes, I did. This felt like could be the start of something. Should I be doing this? A dozen thoughts ran though my mind; her mother, our wedding, Jenny as a little girl. I didn't answer. Jenny stood up and wiggled her titties in my face. "You lay down, daddy," she commanded. I guess I was going with the flow.

I lay on my front. Jenny massaged lotion all over me and it felt incredible. She worked on my inner thighs and I thought I might come. I spread my legs and she went up the leg of my shorts and got dangerously close to my balls. She massaged me there for a few indescribable moments. "OK, daddy, turn over," she whispered in my ear. Uh oh. In massage parlors, they called this the flip, and then came the happy ending. I turned over and tried to just enjoy this incredible time with my teen goddess stepdaughter.

Jenny squirted some lotion onto my chest then my tummy, then slowly started rubbing it in. She got lower and lower and my erection became obvious. I saw her look at the bulge in my shorts and smile to herself. She got her finger an inch under the top of my shorts right up to my pubic hair. "Mmmmmm," she said as her fingers brushed through my pubes. Then she moved to my legs and put her fingers up my shorts legs again. I spread out and she expertly teased me by venturing everywhere without overtly grabbing my junk. I was so hard I was ready to explode.

Her fingers rubbed up against my balls and I let out a long moan. "Oops, daddy. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that," she said and then did it again. I was in heaven, but nervous. She continued to tease me, and after a minute or two ran her finger up the length of my cock. I put my head back in ecstasy, then let out a long moan. She took her hands off me then stroked my face. "You wanna play a game, daddy?" she asked me and I nodded.

"Sure. Which game?"

"Truth or dare. I don't see the point in playing chicken with you anymore," she said with a smile. "You want to go first?"

"OK. Dare." I was feeling bold.

"OK, daddy. I dare you to...um...take your shorts off."

I sat there. This was a big step for us. This was crossing a line. Not the ultimate line, but still a line. I wanted her so badly now and felt so much love for her that I didn't care about Jocelyn or any other consequences. "You sure?"

"I dare you, daddy."

I stood up and slipped them off. I was naked. My cock was at full mast and sprang out in front of her face. Her eyes lit up and she opened her mouth in delight. It was very impressive, and looked huge next to her sweet, petite features. I let it sit there for a moment, then sat back down. "OK, honey. Your turn."

"Truth."

"OK. I have a question, but I need to follow it up."

"I'll allow that," she said.

"OK. Here goes." I hesitated. Here goes. "Jenny...do you...ummm..."

"What, daddy?" she said softly and put her hand on my leg, an inch or two from my cock.

"Do you want to suck my cock?"

"You know I do, daddy. What's the follow up?"

"OK. Do you want to because you like me and want to be with me or...for another reason?"

"Daddy, I want to suck your cock," she purred and brought her face down lower, licking her lips. "because I like you and want to be with you. What other reason could there be?"

"I don't know, Jenny. I thought maybe this was all to...fuck with my head or to punish your mother or something. I'm sorry." As I was saying this, I felt bad, like I was betraying her, but luckily she just laughed and took it well.

"I can see why you might think that, but, no, daddy. I...I like you," she said with sincere vulnerability. Then, she clapped her hands and perkily said, "OK! Your turn."

"Right. Dare." I held my breath, hoping that this would be it. I was ready for something to finally really happen between us.

"Daddy," she whispered and got right up close to me. Her hair hanging down brushed against the end of my still hard cock.

"Yes, Jenny."

"I dare you to let me suck your cock." I just nod and she smiles at me. "Say it, daddy. Tell me to do it."

I inhale sharply and tell her. "Jenny, my love. Suck my cock."

"OK, daddy. If you really want me to," she said in a faux naive way, then licked the length of my shaft. I felt a jolt of electricity run though my body and we both let out long moans. She tickled the end of my dick with her tongue and looked up at me. I reached down and played with her nipples and she toyed with me. Grabbing my balls, she then took me in her mouth and I became almost comatose with ecstasy. I'd never felt anything better in my life, or seen a more beautiful sight than my sweet teenage stepdaughter with my cock in her mouth.

She deep throated me. I could tell that the extreme length of my member was a challenge for her, but she nevertheless endeavored to take it all in. She started gagging and I must admit that the sadistic side of me enjoyed it. Jenny started sucked me off in earnest and I felt the cum rise in my cock. As if sensing this, she sat up, taking my cock out of her mouth. She kissed me on the mouth, continuing to stroke me up and down as she did. She was out of breath, but exhilarated.

"Am I pleasing you, daddy? she whispered.

"Oh yes, sweetie."

"Call me little girl," she said and went down on me again.

I was so driven to ecstasy that I didn't think twice. "You like daddy's cock, little girl?" I said, caught up in the moment.

"Does daddy want to come in his little daughter's mouth?"

Yes I did. I nodded. "Jen sweetie. Did you want to...um...do more? I could do the same for you. It's my turn in the game again," I said. I wanted to eat her pussy more than anything in the world.

"This is enough for today, daddy. The game is over," she said and took me in her mouth again. I could tell she meant to finish the job. Without any hands, Jenny sucked my dick like I'd never been sucked before. Her tongue was playing tricks with me and she took it so far in that her lips were close to the base. She was gagging and moaning as I started to come.

I grabbed her hair. "Daddy is gonna come in your pretty little mouth now, sweet daughter," I said to her, completely absorbed. She made some indecipherable noise and I exploded in her mouth. Her eyes went wide as the cum dripped off her lips and onto her chin. She continued sucking for a few more seconds, then sat up, out of breath. Her hair was a delicious mess and she had wild eyes. I saw her swallow my cum, then she collapsed down on my chest with a big sigh. I held onto her.

After a few minutes, the guilt set in. The demons of lust had been exorcized and I felt awful about everything that had just happened, especially the language I had used. "Jenny, my love. I'm sorry if I went too far, I..."

"Daddy, I dared you. You had no choice," she said, and we both laughed. I felt better. I looked at her, her beautiful face defiled with my man ooze, and I felt completely in love with her. "And anyway, it was amazing," she said sleepily. "I loved sucking your cock and when you came in my mouth, Daddy...that was...incredible. I made you do that, I made you come, I have that power to do that. I..." She stopped talking and just sighed and cuddled into me. "I can't believe we waited this long."

I held her tight and said, "Jenny, I love you."

She looked up at me and smiled. "I love you too," she said. She didn't call me daddy. She just said it, and I believed it. She lay there for an hour and we both drifted off in the afternoon sunshine.

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The afternoon went on and we hung out. I made Jenny lunch, then had a little drink. Life seemed perfect, but I didn't know what the future held. Would we sleep together tonight? Would we go back to playing games? Would she be satisfied with what she'd got and move on? I would leave it up to her.

As the day turned to night, we cuddled up on the sofa and watched a movie. "Play with my tits, please, daddy," she requested and of course I complied. "I know daddy likes to touch his little girl's tits," she went on. We kissed. We started kissing more freely and I started unbuttoning her dress. I felt her hand on my dick, but just then the front doorbell rang. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, but I felt annoyed.

"It's probably a delivery or something," I said and got up to answer it.

I opened the door and there was a man standing there. He was tall and handsome, with a far away look in his eye. He looked a little dangerous and I put myself on guard. Jenny came up behind me, the top buttons on her dress still undone and her hair in a tangle. "Who is it?" she said with a yawn.

The man spoke. "It's your daddy, honey. I've come back to see you," he said.

I looked at him, then at Jenny. My jaw fell open and so did hers. She looked at me and clung to my arm. It was Jocelyn's ex-husband, Jenny biological father. I hadn't laid eyes on him in many years and had assumed that none of us would ever again. "Jim?" I said.

"That's right," he said and pushed past me into the house.