EXCESSIVE TEEN SPIRIT

College lass, stepdaddy, spanking, insertion, and plenty of "Ooh, yes, Daddy!"

Pandora Hart was well aware of the dangers of binge drinking.

But only if you were caught.

Oh, she was a clever, petite brunette flirt. She had her favourite hangover cures and knew how to flash her angelic; yes, mummy, I'm still a virgin face after getting the best pussy and arsehole workout of her tender years the night before.

And she never forgot to take her pill and knew how to slip in and out of the house undetected, at any time of the day or night.

Thankfully, her allowance was huge, so she could buy those online individualised assignments to keep her college grades purring.

Pan was bright; it was just that sex, booze and partying were, well, more compelling and way more interesting than economics and design.

At a beguiling splendid mid eighteen; and with her senior year of college to complete; alcohol, excessive shopping and hard partying and screwing boys had to be kept discreetly from the prying eyes of her overprotective mum Beth and the still unknown qualities of her new stepfather, Stanley.

Though Stanley's recently installed home bar and wine cellar off his large den for home corporate entertaining was a big temptation, just like a new cock at a party after putting away a few alcoholic mixers.

Like her mythological namesake, Pandora was told the bar, the cabinet and the cellar and their locked contents were off-limits.

Stan had his sneaking suspicions about his step-daughter's proclivities but couldn't finger the lass.

Though he had thought of where he'd like to put his fingers.

Nothing was off limits to our Pan.

She had excessive teen spirit.

Life was for tasting with your mouth and especially your arse and pussy.

By insisting on a locked liquor cabinet, Stanley only issued his steppie a challenge. And any bloody see-through cabinet with limited premium release: Hennessy's, Chivas, Remy Martin, Martell and too many vodkas, rums, gins and liqueurs to name deserved to be sampled.

Within days of Stanley setting up his fortress, Pan had cut herself a key to the cabinet and the boutique wine cellar.

She got Stanley's keys when he was in the shower. The impression, well, it was dishonestly cut for a mother fucker of a blowjob on the locksmith's apprentice at the local mall.

Her life of the party BYO supplies became too addictive, and with too many recent parties, she got a bit careless with hitting the stock in a carefree manner.

Of course, when mummy was out, Stanley got Pan to come into his den.

It was after school, and she hadn't even changed out of her short private college uniform: a plaid pleated skirt and tight white blouse.

The evidence was on the bar.

Well not empty bottles or secret marks to indicate where more than a tipple had been taken.

He had a bloody inventory: the sneaky adult bastard — of his prized spirits —missing by the boot load.

"You know I'll have to tell your mother; you will be grounded; you'll lose the keys to your car. Well, young lady," said Stanley, with clipped overtones of sexual enticement like he was snapping open a frontal bra clasp with his teeth.

Pan was one hot stepdaughter.

Pandora didn't consider thinking through her options; she knew Stanley had been ogling her for a while, what with her sexy, sassy body. It was a complete temptation.

Candy floss for cock!

She licked her lips with her twirling, twining tongue — that was usually enough to start a boner with a guy.

"Now, young lady," he used those words again.

Probably seeking experienced male control of a spirited hussy: "Don't think you can flash your eyes and run your tongue over your lips at me and think you can get away with it. I think you need a real alcohol education."

Delivered with a deep tone like regular slaps across pliable, cushy buttocks.

Pandora, curious, of course, had to ask: "Just what do you have in mind, Daddy?"

And the way she said 'daddy' was so syrupy, like instantaneous fellatio.

"I think a spanking for a start, you brazen Lolita; bend over the bar, Now!"

The now; punched like a big cock jagging into an arse.

Pan knew Daddy was serious, but she was up for trying something new.

She had never had a naughty, smutty spanking before.

Promptly, her cute bottom was poking up in the air where it seemed to belong naturally.

Up flapped her plaid; well, it hardly covered anything.

Stan didn't even have to take down her panties to smack her impressionable firm derriere. The tart was wearing a black thong.

It was an immediate double turn-on, a combination of Pandora's little pleasure-filled yelps and Stan just enjoying the sounds.

Her bum was the perfect taut set of tom-toms.

Slap!

"Ooh!"

Squirming, quivering buttocks.

Thwack!

"Ouch!"

Twitching, jiggling bootie rump.

Whack!

"Oi!"

Pinkish welts on twitchy peachy cheeks.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

"Ooh, ooh, yes, ooh!"

Happy, hindquarter haunches spanked.

Pan felt as sexually helpless as she ever had. She completely surrendered to the satisfying combination of excitement and a tad of discomfort.

It all changed very quickly as Stanley eased his face between her buttocks after removing her G-string and sniffing it.

He gaped at the cutest, crinkled, puckered arse and spat big-heartedly in it.

Then, his tongue went on a mission to build sensitivity. He rimmed his stepdaughter as a young woman needs to be rimmed.

So sexily.

So smutty.

So frickin tongue tip deep.

Tip rummage.

Tip scooping.

It wasn't a case of Pandora opening a box next. It was the depths of Pan's tight, confined arse package being filled unexpectedly. She writhed as the dirty bastard fingered her butthole with first one finger and then a generous two, and she was so appreciative:

"Ooh, Daddy," she cooed.

Her voice was soft and mellow like a pussy finger squelch.

She felt a strange pressing shape, but it was a good fit as her filthy, dissolute stepdaddy inserted the neck of a liqueur bottle in her tender but expanding pink starfish.

Stan was for a while fixated on his action.

His stepdaughter was absorbed in her happy moaning.

A looping, "Uh, uh, uh, uh!"

One uh as the bottleneck went into soft, yielding arse flesh, pushing her butthole in with defined pleasure

The next uh with the slight popping release.

Followed by uh as the bottle rim caught her pink rim and built a sensation beyond the expected.

And endless uh, uh as the bottle knob played cock corkscrewing in and out.

God, her arse looked great; completely logically fuckable.

Logic requires action.

"I'm going to fuck your arse," he said.

He wanted her to anticipate it.

His language was direct, like a tongue tip flicking an exposed clit.

He had his throbbing cock out of his pants.

He had his stepdaughter, who he had never in his wildest dreams believed he would get to take — over a barstool, doggy style, shovelling into her personalised nifty balloon knot.

Problem was her pussy was so cute.

So, beckoning.

So moistly leaking.

He had that super avaricious moment where he wanted to fill both her holes simultaneously.

So, he did.

He rammed his fingers; three; into her needy wet; wanton, womanly slit and jammed his cock straight up her primed arse.

Now Pandora was hit by an excess of teen spirit.

She felt good, too bloody good, but she was taking it all.

She knew how to sway her body backwards and forwards off his stiff rod.

Traction and friction at their absolute best.

Grip and combined sexual adhesion.

Panting, groaning and moaning.

The girl had faultless backdoor sealant when it came to a pecker.

"Mmm, Daddy, Orrgh, Daddy," her vocals pitching up like a clit cowl tremoring under a vibrator at maximum speed.

Stanley wanted to see her eyes as he 'pile drove' her, and he turned her over and splayed her across the leather stool; her legs spread, her young pussy glistening from her fingering, her starfish tight.

She was so mind-blowing sweet; she was accommodating his cock with clenching, clasping his erectness like it was meant to be held in a young woman's tailpipe.

A spirited teen enjoying whatever was handy: pure tramp.

Her eyes said it all; still to stimulate Stan; the minx stated; "Fill me deep, Daddy," edgy and slinky like personally inserting the next size-up butt plug; lewdly; right in front of your partner.

Her stepdaddy pumped her with even more furious, frantic ferocity; when Pan's fingers went to her clitty to build her growing satisfaction even more.

Full frontal. It suited them both. Pan somehow, in her enjoyment, removed her white blouse and let Daddy pop her frontal lacey bra clasp. Her gorgeous melons jiggling, swaying and doing a chest shimmy. Bountiful flesh fruit.

Her fingers, though, raced back to her pink personal jelly bean. Her clit work ethic drove him to break his arse cock action.

Stan just had to taste and lick her delicious-looking coochie.

He did.

Her girly hole was the nectar of the gods, sweeter than the most intoxicating liqueur, as he slurped her drippy girly liquid.

"Wow, Daddy, Aah, Ahh, Awh," from Pan, her tenor, Acappella, rising like first orgasmic tingles.

He got her up and over to the leather sofa.

Pan stripped him on the way.

He wanted to see how she would ride cock.

God, she was incredibly sexy with just her plaid skirt on.

My she could ride cock.

She loved controlling a pecker with her thighs and arching her body high, dragging a cock up with her pussy; and pummelling down onto a guy's balls and exciting her clitty. Then letting Daddy grab her arse cheeks and allow him to direct impaling cock goodness.

She knew the ribald litany too; for their mutual release; "Oohh Daddy; Orrgh Daddy, Oh Fuck, Daddy," words bursting from her mouth; both effervescent and sharply contracting like a throbbing orgasm.

Pan immediately, then hit the Big O.

And Pandora knew too how to finish a guy off; college lad or stepdaddy, it didn't matter; after all, it is what guys hope for, and Pandora's box of sexual tricks held the best promise till last.

The minx grabbed her stepdaddy's shaft in her hand, somehow tugging and twisting it at the same time, truly sensational.

Then her mouth and lips were perfectly shaped over Stan's cock head as she then started the delicious vacuum suck off, working his pecker into a stiffness that could only be satisfied with a ball-bursting release, and she added to the bliss by fondling his nut sack with delicate attention.

He was going to cum big.

A stepdaddy's fantasies are many: his nubile stepdaughter's slutty slit, her pouty starfish; her budding erect clitty; a cream pie or jizz across her lovely pink flushed cheeks.

Stan got more as Pandora let him cum in her sweet open gob, and she then sucked him dry and swallowed his load.

Though the highlight was the after - her excessive teen spirit, the provocative; "Bye, Daddy; give me more, soon," spoken; with pushy verve like a nubiles initial fondling of a crotch; as her plaid-covered arse strolled out of the den.