DEFLOWERING RACHEL , a short story by finch. Date added: 2010-04-16. Times viewed: 24591.
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- Intro: He introduces his daughter's beautiful young friend to the glories of sex for the first time
This story should stand alone, but it follows a story line introduced in the "Forbidden Lust" series and continued in "Jenna's First Time" and "Tammi Takes a Turn")
Things had taken a decidedly strange turn. My secret lust for my stepdaughter Kelly had finally been consummated and she was now a willing and enthusiastic participant in my sexual adventures. Her sexy and very busty friend Nicole had happily joined our fun, and now her young friends Jenna and Tammi had also happily given up their virginity to me. I was as sexually satisfied as a man could be with all of these young beautiful girls eager to learn about pleasing a man (and sometimes each other). And Kelly had never seemed happier. She would bounce around the house, smiling and laughing, plopping into my lap and giving me spontaneous hugs and kisses.
Kelly came home that day from after-school volleyball practice, and announced "I'm taking a shower," as she came in. I called out a hello and kept working on the computer in my home office. I heard the water shut off a few minutes later, and shortly afterward Kelly came into my office wrapped in a towel.
"Hi Daddy," she said.
"Hi Sweetie," I replied. "How was school?"
"Fine. I got an A on my algebra test. But I hurt my back in volleyball practice."
"Oh no. What happened?"
"I dove for a ball and landed weird. I think I twisted it. Could you rub it for me?"
"Sure, Honey," I said. "Why don't you get ready and I'll be right there?"
Massage had been a regular part of our life since Kelly was a baby. When she was little it started out as a gentle way to soothe her, and she had become very used to it. As she got older, it was often more about easing the aches and pains of her active lifestyle. Kelly had always loved sports, and often came home with bumps and bruises. I'd massaged many sore backs, legs and arms for her over the years.
I stood up from my desk and stretched, then went to wash my hands. I grabbed the bottle of lotion and went into the den where Kelly lay on the floor on a soft pad we often used for this purpose. She was still wrapped in her towel, pulled down to expose her back. I knelt by her side and warmed some lotion in my hands, then spread it liberally over her back. As I began long, slow strokes, she sighed.
"That feels so good, Daddy."
"Good, I'm glad."
"You're so nice to me."
"That's what daddies are for."
I stroked up and down, and kneaded the knots where her muscles were tight and sore. She sighed again.
"Daddy, can I ask you something?"
"Of course, Princess."
"Well, you know me and Anna and Rachel and Tammi and Jenna and Nicole have all been, like, best friends forever, right?"
"Mmhmm." I continued rubbing, now working on her lower back.
"Ohh, that's good," she said. "Right there. A little lower. Yeah."
"So what about you and your friends?"
"Well, since the other night, me and Tammi and Jenna and Nicole have been talking a lot about what happened." Uh oh.
"Yes?" She heard my concern.
"Oh, don't worry. They're SO happy. They can't wait to come over and be with you again. It's just that, well, when Rachel and Anna come around, we stop talking. They know we're not telling them something, and it's really awkward. We don't know what to do."
Hmm. I rubbed some more as I thought, and Kelly sighed deeply.
"Can you go a little lower?" I loosened her towel and exposed the top of her butt. It's a very cute butt, nicely rounded and high. I warmed some more lotion in my hands and spread it over her cheeks, reaching under the towel.
"Mmmmm..." she said. "That feels so good. So what do you think?"
"Well, Honey, do you think you could talk to them?"
"We want to, but we don't know how. You know how they are." I did indeed. Rachel and Anna were both lovely girls, and very close to Kelly. I'd known them both since they were just toddlers. But they both came from very conservative families, and had absorbed much of their parents' views on the world, including about sex. I was certain neither of them had ever so much as kissed a boy. I could see why Kelly and the other girls would be nervous about telling them they were all having sex with me.
I continued rubbing Kelly as I thought. The towel was now down around her thighs as my hands smoothed warm lotion into her butt cheeks. I kneaded them each separately, digging into the sore muscles there.
"Mmmm, that feels so good, Daddy." That gave me an idea.
"I'm glad, Honey. You know, Rachel and Anna like massages, too." The girls had often been visiting when I would rub Kelly's sore back or legs, and naturally they would ask for massages too. They all danced together and often were on the same sports teams. I had massaged them all at one time or another. Anna was pretty shy about undressing, but Rachel would happily strip off her top to let me massage her bare back.
"I know they do. All my friends love your massages." My hands were now circling Kelly's butt cheeks, one on each side. As I pressed outward they would open to reveal her little winking asshole.
"Well, maybe that's something that would help," I suggested.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, how about if after dance this Saturday, you invite them all over. I could offer massages to anyone who wanted one, and we could see what happens?"
"Oh, Daddy, that's brilliant!" My hands were massaging her upper thighs now, and she opened her legs a little to give me room to work.
"Mmmmm," Kelly murmured. "That feels so good."
"I think I'll call them all and invite them," Kelly said. "But not right now."
She rolled over and the towel fell free. My gorgeous stepdaughter lay there naked, her perfect breasts rising and falling, nipples erect. Her eyes were large and dark, and her lips slightly parted and inviting. She opened her legs and raised her arms to me.
"I love you, Daddy," she said. I shucked off my clothes and lowered myself into her arms. Her perfect breasts crushed against my chest as our lips met. As my hard shaft sank into her warm moistness, all thoughts faded away.
I took Kelly to dance in the van that Saturday so there would be room afterward for all of her friends. There was a conveniently-located coffee shop next door where the parents would often gather and chat during class. Jenna's mom was there, and Rachel's dad. Anna's mom stopped by near the end of class to check on plans for the day, protective as always.
"So I hear the girls are all coming over to your house after class today?"
"That's the plan."
"You are a brave man," said Rachel's dad, and everyone laughed.
"I don't mind at all," I said. "They entertain each other, so it's no trouble."
Anna's mom looked concerned. You could see where Anna got her looks. Nearing 40, her mom was still a stunner, though without the youthful bloom that made her daughter so intoxicating. And for some reason she was much slimmer than Anna, who must have gotten those incredible curves from her dad's side.
"Sometimes those girls get a little wild," she said with a frown. She had no idea. "I'm not sure they're a good influence on Anna."
"Oh they're good girls," said Jenna's mom.
"I'll make sure they keep it under control," I said with a reassuring smile. Anna's mom didn't look too sure.
Class was nearing its end, so I drifted next door to watch with the other parents. The moms watched their own kids, the dads watched the girls. And most of them watched Anna. Her blonde curls formed a swirling nimbus around her beautiful face as she twirled across the floor, her smile lit up the room, and the leotard she wore revealed a figure that should have been carved in marble. Conscious of her mom next to me, I kept my eyes on Kelly, my stepdaughter. She brought a smile to my face as she moved gracefully across the floor. The girls all came together in the center of the room and lifted Jenna, the smallest of them, up high, her back arched over their uplifted hands. Rachel stood in profile, and the pose emphasized her magnificent breasts, straining under the leotard. Tammi stood in the middle, the rock, her sculpted muscles adding to her feline beauty. The girls moved and Jenna joined them on the floor, where they all turned their backs to us and bent forward, as if inviting us to admire their tight young asses. My gaze turned to Nicole, and I briefly imagined stroking that ass and gripping her hips, then I noticed Anna's mom watching me. I gulped, then nodded and smiled before turning back to the dance. The girls dropped to the floor and swiveled, hands grabbing their ankles and lifting their legs straight up and out. I noticed Rachel's long, long legs and Anna's brilliant smile. Then they all dropped to their backs and arched upward, legs still spread. Their leotards tightened across their crotches, outlining their young labia. I noticed all the dads were rapt. I glanced at the teacher, Caitlyn, herself a young beauty, only slightly older than the girls, who was smiling at the dancers approvingly. Did she mean for them to offer themselves up in such a blatantly sexual manner? Or was it just me? The girls had rolled to their stomachs now in a final pose and had their heads propped in their hands with brilliant grins on their faces. The pose naturally displayed the breasts of those who were well-endowed. Nicole's appeared ready to burst out of her leotard. Anna's invited a caress, and the other girls' were almost as fetching. I was grateful that my loose clothes hid my erection, and I wondered how many of the other dads had the same problem.
After class was the usual jumble of hugs, laughter and hurried making of plans for later. Anna's mom finally agreed to let her join us and the girls all tumbled into the van, laughing and joking. They each had a fine sheen of sweat from their workout and drank liberally from individual water bottles.
"I am SO sore!" Kelly said.
"Me too! So am I" came the chorus of agreement.
"I think I pulled a muscle in my leg," said Rachel, reaching down to rub it.
"You guys can shower first, but I get the first massage!" Kelly said.
"Second! Third! No me! Me!" The conversation devolved in laughter.
They all piled out at the house and scrambled into the kitchen for snacks and drinks, and then into the bathroom for showers. They'd all been coming over for so long that our house was like a second home for them. We had a large bathroom and a shower easily big enough for two. A couple of years ago I installed an extra-large water heater so we rarely ran out. The girls had been changing in front of each other most of their lives, so sharing the bathroom or shower was no big deal. I confess that a part of me was imagining the shower scene and wishing I was in there with them. I heard the usual squeals and laughter coming slightly muffled from behind the bathroom door. God knows what they were talking about in there. I sighed.
About that time Rachel came out wrapped in a towel. She smiled at me.
"Right. Massage." I said, interrupting my reverie. I turned and she followed me into the den. I sat in one chair and Rachel took another. She seemed to feel quite comfortable in just a towel, but I found it very distracting. Kelly's group of friends are all amazingly beautiful. People often commented on it. But Rachel was a standout. She was tall, taller than me, with legs that seemed to go on forever, a gorgeous face framed by waves of honey-colored hair, and a figure that would make supermodels jealous. Her height meant the towel just barely covered her where needed, and I couldn't help glancing at the shadow where her crossed legs led up beneath it. I cleared my mind with an effort.
"Right then. You hurt your leg?" Rachel bent and rubbed her long lovely thigh.
"Mmhm. I think I strained the hamstring. It hurts from right here above the knee all the away around to the back." She leaned over a bit to show me. I was somewhat distracted by the view down her cleavage. I shook my head to clear it.
Just then my stepdaughter Kelly poked her head in the door.
"Oh, excuse me, Daddy. We're all going to walk down to the store, ok?"
"Ok, Honey. Rachel, do you want to go? We could do this later."
"No, I'm too sore to walk that far. I'd rather get a massage." Kelly laughed.
"I don't blame you." Kelly said. "Save me one for later. Bye!" She flashed a brilliant smile and left. I heard giggles and voices and finally a slamming door as the girls headed out.
"Well, why don't you get comfortable on the mat and I'll warm up some lotion," I said. Rachel lay down on the floor, loosening up her towel a bit to expose her back.
"Shall I start with your leg and then do the rest?" I asked.
"Mmm. That sounds good," Rachel answered. She settled down and closed her eyes.
I carefully spread some lotion on her injured leg.
"Tell me if it hurts or I'm pressing too hard," I invited her.
"OK," she answered.
I gave Rachel's foot a good rub. Most people find this very relaxing. I then did the other foot, and I noticed her breathing slowing down. I bent her left leg at the knee, propping it against my shoulder to relax the calf, and slowly kneaded the muscle there. Lowering the leg slowly to the floor, I repeated the exercise with the other leg. Rachel was growing increasingly relaxed.
I warmed up some more lotion between my hands, and beginning at the knee, spread it up the back of Rachel's uninjured thigh. My hands slipped under the towel, up to the crease where her leg met her butt. I made a number of long, slow strokes up the thigh. Rachel sighed. I turned my hands sideways and dug in a little more, beginning again at the knee and slowly working my way up. As I moved higher there was less space between Rachel's legs, and my fingers rubbed against the opposite thigh. She spread them a little wider for me. I couldn't help smiling. I slid my hands a little further under the towel, up onto Rachel's hip. The towel lifted over my hands, revealing a taught buttock and a clear view of her smooth pussy lips, which seemed to be smooth-shaven. I felt my erection begin to rise.
Taking another handful of lotion, I started on the other thigh.
"Is this where it hurts?" I asked.
"Mmhm," Rachel answered, "And a little higher." I moved my hands up her lovely leg.
"Yes," she said softly. "And a little up on the butt and on the side." I slid my hands up onto her bottom, one resting on the cheek and the other on her hip. The towel was now bunched around her waist, covering almost nothing at all. I began slowly and carefully smoothing warm lotion into the injured area.
"How's that feel?" I asked.
"SO good," Rachel murmured. "Thank you." She seemed unconcerned about being so exposed. I usually tried to stay focused when I gave a massage, but my state of near-constant arousal of the last few weeks and my long-standing admiration of Rachel's beauty combined with her naked proximity to leave me almost intoxicated with lust. My erection was now painfully hard. I continued slowly stroking Rachel's round little bottom. The muscles flowed smoothly beneath the flawless skin. Her hips swelled from her narrow waist to give her a womanly shape and tapered to long slim, but muscular thighs. My hands flowed down over her butt and hip down to her knee and slowly back up, then down again, over and over. Very slowly I increased the pressure. I stopped to add more lotion.
"That feel OK?"
"Wonderful," she murmured. I rubbed more of the warm lotion onto Rachel's bottom, one hand on each cheek now. I watched carefully for any sign of tension or discomfort, but she seemed very relaxed. I moved my hands in a circular motion around her bottom, spreading the cheeks wide and revealing her little asshole, then pressing them back together. I focused for a while on the uninjured side, equalizing the time spent on the other side, moving my hands slowly up and down from her butt over her thigh to her knee and back up. Very gradually, I moved each leg a bit more to the side, until Rachel's pussy was perfectly visible. I placed both hands just above her knees and stroked very slowly up her thighs, over her bottom, around her hips and back down. The towel had fallen off completely now, and Rachel lay fully exposed. I repeated the long slow stroke up her legs and over her butt and Rachel moaned softly. I rotated my hands inward a bit and stroked up the inside of her thighs. As my hands slid over her but my thumbs grazed the outer lips of her vagina, so lightly it could easily have been accidental. I continued, stroking up the top and outside of her thighs, then up the inside, each time barely touching her labia. Rachel's moans continued, and I thought I saw a hint of moisture at her vaginal opening.
Reluctantly leaving Rachel's lovely lower half, I moved up to her back, giving it a thorough massage. I rubbed warm lotion from her lower back up to her shoulders, taking my time and making sure she was completely relaxed. Rachel's moans subsided, and my own arousal abated at least a little bit. I finally stopped and took a sip of water.
"Rachel, whenever you're ready, you can roll over," I said. I waited. I had given Rachel and the other girls many massages, starting from when they were very young, but they were almost always completely or mostly clothed. There had been a few bare backs, but none of them had ever been completely naked in my presence, well, not until recently, at least. And this was the most I had ever seen of Rachel. She was exquisite. Would she pull the towel over herself when she turned over, or maybe not turn over at all? I waited with bated breath.
Rachel lifted her arms above her head, stretched and shivered, groaning with pleasure. She sighed, and eased herself over onto her back. The towel fell away and she made no effort to cover herself. She kept her eyes closed, but there was a small smile on her face. She had a wide mouth with very full lips. She looked absolutely beautiful.
"Are you warm enough?" I asked.
"Mmmmm," she sighed. I took that for a yes, and poured more lotion into my hands. I began this time with Rachel's hands and arms, working all the small muscles and up into the bigger ones in her upper arms and shoulders. I worked her shoulders and neck for a while, and she let out a steady stream of "Ooohhs" and "Mmmms" that I assumed were a good sign. I moved down to Rachel's feet, and slowly massaged upward, enjoying the view between her legs but resisting the urge to touch her there. I poured a small pool of lotion onto her tummy and spread it in slow circles using both hands flat, spreading up to her rib cage and down to just above her pubic area. Finally I knelt at Rachel's head, filled my hands again with warm lotion, and casually spread it down her shoulders and over her breasts.
Despite my attempt to be casual, feeling Rachel's magnificent breasts in my hands had me rock-hard in an instant. I forced myself to go slow, and moved my hands down over the curve of her breasts, then back up, pressing them upwards toward her shoulders. Rachel began moaning again, making soft "mmmm" and "ooohhh" sounds. Her nipples rose under my hands, growing firm and sticking out surprisingly far. I moved my hands in slow circles, gently pressing Rachel's breasts toward her sides, and then back toward the middle.
"Feels so good," she murmured softly.
I moved both hands to one side and slowly kneaded Rachel's right breast, and then repeated the motions with the left, her soft moans continuing the whole time. I began catching her nipples between my fingers on each stroke, giving them a gentle tug, and she would gasp softly with pleasure each time. My heart pounded, and I felt myself flush. It was an effort to keep my breathing even. A drop of sweat fell from my forehead onto Rachel's chest, and her eyes slowly opened halfway. She gave me another sultry half smile.
"You look hot," she said.
"Yeah," I admitted. "It's hard work." She smiled a little more and I stifled an urge to kiss those beautiful lips.
"You should take your clothes off," she said softly. "It's ok." Wow. I paused only a moment, then unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. Rachel smiled again and closed her eyes. I finished shucking off my clothes and knelt again at Rachel's side. Her gorgeous body glowed from the lotion. I placed my hands on her shoulders, and did long, slow strokes down her arms, repeating it several times. I started again at the shoulders, and slowly drew my hands down over her breast, down her belly, and the full length of her legs, ending at her feet.
"Ooooohhhhhhh" Rachel murmured for the full length of each stroke. I repeated the long slow stroke from top to bottom again, and several more times. Rachel's nipples stood straight out from her chest, compressing and springing free each time my hands passed over them. As I bent lower, I became aware of the faint musky scent rising from between her legs. On my next stroke, I drew my hands over her breasts again, down her belly, and along her inner thighs, gently pressing her legs apart.
"Mmmmmmm" she moaned. I moved my hands back up along the same path, this time just barely touching Rachel's swollen labia. "Oh!" she gasped as my fingertips brushed her sensitive lips. On the downward stroke, I moved my hands more to her center, deliberately drawing them over her pussy and then down her legs.
"OOOHHHHH!" she said louder. The musky aroma grew stronger, and I saw her labia swell and grow moist. I moved my hands back up from her ankles to the tops of her inner thighs and pressed them apart still more. Resting my hands on her inner thighs, I used my thumbs to stroke her vaginal lips. Eyes still closed, Rachel's face contorted, and she bit her lower lip. I stroked up and down slowly, over and over. Rachel's vagina opened like a flower, her swelling labia pulling her open, revealing the inner surface, so infused with blood that the pink tissue was almost red. I reversed my hands and let my fingertips trace down over her lips and across the wet pink surface. Rachel gasped.
"Oh! Oh my God!"
I pulled her lips open still more and she groaned. I felt something soft at my groin and glanced down. Rachel's hand was gently cupping my balls where they hung down just above her palm. I continued playing with her vaginal opening while she stroked my balls. A drop of precum oozed from the tip of my cock. Rachel's hand slid around and wrapped around my hard and straining cock. Her hand felt warm, and very soft. She slowly moved her hand up and down the full length, then squeezed. I might have gasped myself. I looked at Rachel's face as her eyes half-opened.
"Please," she said. "Please, make love to me." How could I say no?
I moved to my knees between Rachel's legs. She continued to gaze at me through lidded eyes. I moved closer and bent lower, positioning myself. I placed my hands at her opening and slowly, slowly moved forward until my cock barely touched her warm moist opening.
"Yesss," she hissed. "Do it. Please."
I moved my hands around to Rachel's hips and braced myself, then pushed. She groaned, and as I entered her, the groan grew louder without stopping. Her pussy was incredibly tight, but so soft and wet I was able to keep pushing myself in.
"OoooooooOOOOOHHHHHHOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!!" Rachel exclaimed. "Oh! That feels so good!" She bit her lip again as I began moving slowly in and out. Rachel's arms reached up and her hands caressed my back. She was murmuring constantly now, seemingly overwhelmed by the new sensations.
"Oh my God," Rachel said. "Oh my God. Oh, that's so good. Oh yeah. Just like that. Just like that. Mmhmm. Yeah. Oh God. Oh God Oh MY GOD!" Her hands had moved down to my ass now, and she was pulling me forward with each stroke, seeming to will me to go harder, faster, and deeper.
"Oh yeah," she said. "Oh yeah. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. Oh God!"
I was going faster now, and Rachel began arching her back, pressing her pelvis up to meet each stroke.
"Oh fuck," she said, a little louder now. "Oh yeah! Oh fuckin' yeah! Oh fuck! Oh my fucking GOD! OH MY GOD!! OH FUCK!! FUCK!! OH FUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!" she screamed, bucking up and down, her head thrashing wildly from side to side. I gave her a few last quick, deep thrusts and then exploded, my own deep groan joining Rachel's keening. What felt like a freight train full of cum burst from my cock into Rachel's throbbing cunt, followed immediately by another blast, and another, and more, until I lost count.
At last I lay on top of her, gasping, and felt Rachel's chest heaving below me. Her long legs wrapped around me and her feet caressed my legs. My cock was still buried inside her throbbing pussy. Her hands stroked my ass, my back, my arms. She kissed the top of my head, my forehead my cheek.
"Thank you," Rachel said. "Oh thank you, thank you thank you.. Oh my God. That was incredible. Oh my God. Oh my God." I smiled at her, her eyes huge and dark and moist.
"Thank you," she said again, and kissed me on the lips for the first time. I closed my eyes and kissed her back. Our tongues met and I felt my cock rising again.
(This series continues with the story "Yes, Doctor." Comments, suggestions and requests from readers are welcome)
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