1. Hannah's Hot Tub - Part 1


    Date: 7/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Erotica, Incest, Reluctance, Voyeurism, Wife, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91, Source: sexstories.com

    Hannah’s obvious pleasure once again drove the thought from my mind and I fingered her more, gently but firmly, feeling the tension in her body grow. “You like this?” I whispered into her ear. “Mmmm yes! Don’t stop!” I traced the inside of her outer lips with my fingers once again then boldly pushed the tip of my long middle finger into her vagina. It was tight; very tight; very, very tight; resisting my progress but she felt so, so hot. Part of my mind screamed at me to stop; to try and undo the damage I had already done but another, more dominant part told me to press on; that she was enjoying it; that she really wanted me to do it; that she wasn’t really my daughter – it was all ok. As if on cue, I felt Hannah’s legs fall even further apart and my finger immediately slid into her body up to the first knuckle. “Ohhhh!” She moaned, a strange sound; pleasure mixed with something akin to triumph. I pressed my finger a second knuckle deeper into her vagina. It clamped hard on my hand. “So tight…” I murmured then began to move my finger round inside her vice-tight passage. After a moment I felt her loosen a little. “Please… don’t stop…” Her words were intoxicating. Pushing all remaining reservations aside, I began to finger my stepdaughter’s vulva with as much care and caution as my increasing passion would permit. My erection now painfully tangled in my shorts, Hannah couldn’t possibly fail to feel it pressed against the back of her legs as my hand slipped completely ...
    inside her swimming costume to cup her entire mound. The angle was awkward and the tight elastic must have hurt her leg but neither of us seemed to care. Emboldened, I thrust my middle finger deep into her extraordinarily tight vagina, turning it back and forth then hooking it upwards within her body in a half instinctive attempt to find her g-spot. “Ohhhh yessss!” Hannah’s words were whispered close into my ear and I redoubled my efforts despite the tangle of Lycra around my wrist. Curling my finger and working it in short, fast movements I found the small rough patch behind her pubic bone that I had been searching for and ran the tip of my finger across its surface over and over again. Hannah’s pelvis writhed and flexed against me, the elasticated hem of her costume all but cutting off the blood to my hand but I kept on fingering her, all thoughts of impropriety driven from my mind. I felt her whole body flex, a strange choking noise escape her lips then her teeth biting hard into my shoulder as a powerful shudder pulsed through her body, followed by a second then a third. “Are you two going to stay there all night?” Suddenly, reality burst in upon me as my wife Debbie’s voice boomed from an upstairs window. Her words were still slurred from the evening’s drinking but their effect was as if a bucket of ice had been thrown over me. I pulled my hand away from my stepdaughter’s body as if it had been burned. Hannah squealed softly into my ear and her legs tightened together in ...