It was a hot spring day, almost summer, but not quite. We only had 3 more days of school left, and I would be a Sophomore next year. I couldn't wait to get a job and start saving money for a car. I made it a personal goal to buy a car before school started, even though I wouldn't be 16 until October.

There was only 2 hours of school left, and I was in 5th period Health class. Mr. Robinson, the Health teacher was also the boys football coach. I think every girl in school had a crush on him, but he knew it too. I would catch him looking at everyone's ass and tits. He didn't do it real obvious, but everyone knew he did it. My friend Lana and I made it our mission to drive him crazy in class. After 4th period gym class, we would take a shower, and deliberately leave our panties in our gym bags. That particular day, we had on mini skirts. When we saw him looking our way, we would cross our legs, but do it slow and swing our legs extra wide. I know he saw our little hot cunts. I could see the bulge forming in his pants. He was about 6'2", and had big hands and feet. I figured his cock was pretty big. He was in his middle 30's, and had his head shaved bald like a lot of black men do. It was so sexy. His smile was absolutely perfect, and it made me melt when he flashed it around. Lana and I would nibble on our pencil erasers and stare at him intently to see if he would look at us. It was all a silly high school game. We knew, as well as Mr. Robinson did, that he could never lay a finger on us. The bell rang, and everyone was gathering their books when he said, "Stacy and Lana, can I speak to you two for a minute?" We looked at each other and half smiled, but at the same time blushed. I didn't know what I would say if he asked why we had our pussies out for him to see! The classroom cleared out, and we made our way to the front of the room. "Yes Mr. Robinson?" Lana said in a sweet voice. My pussy was burning up, and I could have swore the whole room smelled like pussy juice. "You girls just got out of gym class, right?" We nodded in agreement with him. "Well, maybe tomorrow I will get the same show I did today. Is that too much for your favorite teacher to ask for?" He smiled that killer white smile, and looked at us. I was in shock at first, I didn't know what to say. "What are you talking about, Mr. Robinson?" I asked in a coy voice, knowing damn good and well what he meant. Mr. Robinson made his way around his desk, and stood, leaning back, with his butt resting on his desk. "Well, I mean, you're both going through so much trouble trying to get me to notice you have on no panties, I just wanted to let you know, I noticed." At that, he pointed toward his crotch, and you could see his dick had grown and swollen, and was now resting on his thigh. It had to be at least 10 inches long. We both turned beat red as Mr. Robinson smiled his little devlish grin. "Yes Mr. Robinson." He nodded, "good, that is all I wanted to say." With that, we both went out into the hallway, and gasped. "Oh my goodness! That was amazing! Mr. Robinson noticed our pussies!"


We both laughed and headed to our next class. My crotch was on fire by this time. I can't believe a thirty something man noticed me. That got me hotter and hotter. The final bell rang, and I dashed to the bus. I always sat in the back seat, you know the little half seat. I loved to sit back there. I was one of the last ones to be dropped off, so I had quite a ride. There was only 3 stops before mine, but everyone else was up front. The bumpy ride didn't help me with my horniness. I reached down and ran my finger up and down my slit. It was slick with cum. I had never played with my self on the bus. I spread my thighs and let my fingers slide up and down my slit. The aroma of my hot pussy was drifting up to my nostrals. I kept my pussy lips open with my left hand, and rubbed my clit with my right middle finger. God it felt so good! I kept my eye on everyone, making sure no one came to the back of the bus for anything. No one was paying any attention to me at all. I was rubbing my clit faster now, and I could feel my skin getting hotter. I know my eyes were glazed over with lust as I stroked away at my little pleasure button. I glanced at the driver, and I was shocked when he was looking directly at me through the large mirror above his head. I took my hands out of my crotch immediately. He had a perverted grin on his face. He knew exactly what I was doing, and it was too late to take it back. Chuck was a greasy looking guy with shoulder length brown hair. A little on the heavy side, but not totally fat. He kept looking up at me and smiling. My stop was the next one, and I could finish this when I got home. No way was Chuck going to get off on me playing with my pussy. Pervert!

I checked the mail, and walked up onto the front porch. My Great Dane, Samson met me with a wagging tail and the unconditional love that he was always so willing to give. I went in the front door, and was surprised to see my step father John was at home already. "Hey, what's up?" He said. "Not a thing. It was an easy day at school, and I don't have any homework, so I'm pretty good right about now!" I smiled. John was pretty hot himself. He reminded me of Mr. Robinson. Same pretty smile, and same bald head. He was a couple inches taller than Mr. Robinson, and very well built. My Mom had been dating black men for as long as I could remember. Most people think I'm mixed with African American and Caucasion, but I'm not. I have naturally curly hair, and an olive skin tone, but I'm white. My Grandmother was Cherokee Indian, so we all have a darker skin tone. I don't mind when people make the mistake. It's almost amusing to me. "Hey, there's a letter from my school in the mail!" I said, wondering what it could be about. I walked over and gave it to John, and he said, "Well, I hope you're not in trouble young lady! Don't make me have to turn you over my knee and beat your ass!" he laughed. I just laughed right along with him. John was pretty fun, and I knew he was a pervert. He looked at porn on the computer all the time. I had to say one thing for him though, he didn't just look at a certain type of woman, he looked at them all. Fat, skinny, short, tall, big tits, small tits, big asses, little asses, young, and old. I often signed on under his screen name to see what he had been looking at. John opened the letter and it was just something about thanking everyone for a successful school year, and hope to see us all back next year. No big deal. He put it on the stand next to his recliner, and said, "that's too bad! I was hoping I could give you a good spankin'!" "Yeah right!" I laughed with him. "I don't think so! I'm too old for a spankin'!" I said as a matter of factly, and walked toward the kitchen. "Hey Stacy, come change the channel, would you?" He asked. The remote to the TV needed new batteries, and we hadn't gotten them yet. I stepped in front of the TV and leaned over a little bit to reach the buttons, and that's when I felt the breeze brush across my pussy lips. I forgot I didn't have on panties! I heard John moan a little under his breath, but didn't think it was because of me. I didn't think I had bent over far enough for him to see anything. I quickly found the channel he wanted, and when I turned to leave, I noticed how he was looking at me. It was different than how he usually looked at me. I could see lust in his eyes. I felt the twinge in my pussy, and could feel it getting even wetter as I stood there. "Is that cool with you?" I asked, referring to the TV show that was on. "Well, y-yes it is. God what is that glorious smell? It smells so sweet and succulent." He said in a wanting voice. I knew he could smell my pussy. It was juicing good by this time. I could see the huge bulge in his shorts as he sat there in his recliner with his feet propped up on the part that comes out. "I-I don't smell anything." I said, lying right to his face. I could feel myself blushing as I stood there awkwardly. I slowly walked back toward the kitchen, and as I passed, he swatted my young ass. Not hard, but in a playful way. "See, I still got to spank your ass!" He said playfully. That broke the awkward silence, and I just laughed. "Whatever John!"

I made my way to the kitchen to make myself a snack, and Samson was right behind me. I went to the cabinet under the sink to get him a dog bone, and had to bend down. I could feel his wet nose on my ass cheek as he sniffed under my short little skirt. "Samson, be good baby!" I smiled at him, and gave him his treat. He happily took it into the living room and started munching on it. I fixed myself a sandwich and chips, and sat at the kitchen counter in one of the bar stools and ate while I watched the TV in the living room. I could feel my juices on the inner parts of my thighs. I couldn't believe how wet I was. I started squirming around in my chair, and that was making me hornier and hornier. John had his back to me, so I slipped my hand down under my skirt and started rubbing my fat, shaved pussy mound. It felt so good! By that time, Samson was back wanting another treat. He would eat as many as I would give him. He was looking at me with his head cocked side ways with that cute, curious looks that dogs get. I had my eyes planted on the back of John's head, and my fingers were rubbing away. John shifted in his chair, and I pulled my hand back up. "Awww...you want another treat baby boy?" I said in that silly way that people talk to babies or animals. I got out another dog bone for Samson, and handed it to him with the same hand I had been frigging my own pussy with. He sniffed my fingers, and started licking them all around the dog bone. It was so erotic to feel the hot wet tongue lapping up my pussy juice. I just stood there and let him lick all the juice off my fingers. John got up and came into the kitchen for another beer. "Well, I don't know what you have on your hand, but Samson sure likes it!" He said with a broad smile on his face. "Yes he does!" I replied. I gave Samson the bone, and as he turned to go back into the living room, I noticed his pink dick sticking out of his sheath. "Did you spill something on the chair?" The question caught me off guard. "What?" "Did you spill something on the chair?" John asked again. "No, I don't even have anything to drink," I replied without thinking. With that, John touched the seat of the chair I had been sitting in with his index finger, and rubbed the wet spot, looking up at me with lust in his eyes. He put his finger in front of his face, and smelled it, as if he was smelling a dozen fresh picked roses. "Mmmmmmmm...." I must have looked horrified as I stood there. "Don't worry Stacy. I won't tell your Mom. I know your little pussy is hot! You are at that age. You've probably already been fucked. If I was your age, I would have loved to fuck you and see those plump, big titties." I just stood there and didn't say anything as John looked me up and down. I could see his cock getting bigger and bigger in his shorts. "See what you do to me?" He gestured toward his crotch. At the same time, he brought his finger to his mouth, and put it on his tongue, and made a loud sucking noise. "Mmmmmm...no wonder Samson was licking your fingers! This tastes so good! Your pussy tastes sweet, Stacy." I've been watching you for a couple years now. I see your white ass getting bigger, and your tits getting bigger. A brotha would love to get a hold of you." He said with a sly smile. "But, I don't know what you mean." I finally managed to say. I was embarrassed, but at the same time, hearing a man say all that nasty stuff to me made me so hot. I couldn't stand still I was so nervous.

John started walking toward me. My heart started racing, but I didn't move away. "Is your pussy hot right now? Hmmmm?" John was saying in a tone I had never heard him use before. So sexy. I backed up into the counter, and couldn't go anywhere else. He kept walking towards me, and gently pressed his body to mine. I could feel his hard dick. It felt like an iron pole in his pants. I could feel the heat radiating through his shorts. His huge, rough hands gently grabbed my arms, and I felt his hot breath on my neck as he leaned down toward my ear. "I know your pussy is hot Stacy. I can smell it. You left a wet spot on the chair. A creamy wet spot." By this time, my breathing had gotten a little more unsteady. His hands had made their way down my body and onto my thighs, caressing me harder, with more urgency. He was grinding his dick into my stomach faster and with more pressure. I felt his hands reach around to my ass. "Ooohhhhh yeah!" His eyes were closed and his mouth half open. He was in a sexual trance. "You little hot white fuck!" He whispered gruffly into my ear. "You wanted to tease me with your little hot pink pussy? Huh?" He was grabbing me ass cheeks and squeezing them hard, pulling my body towards him. He let his fingers slowly work their way into my ass crack, and move down toward my pussy. It was dripping by this time. I was breathing hard now. I was in a cloud of ecstasy. I was fucking my mothers husband. I was fucking my step father. I was fucking a black man for the first time. I was in heaven.

John's fingers slid easily up my slit. "OOooohhhh yes!" I moaned. "What? Huh, little white slut? What do you want daddy to do to you?" He growled in a sexy voice. It was a turn on to hear him talking to me like that. "You want Daddy to rub that pussy?" He said as he let his hand cup my pussy from the back, with his finger tips on my clit. "Mmmmmmmm, yes." I said in a barely audible voice. "What?! I can't hear you. What do you want this black man to do with your white, pink pussy?" He hissed, and rubbed my whole crotch with his hand. "Ohhhhhhhhh God! Mmmmmmm!" He was rubbing fast and with just the right amount of pressure. My cunt juices were flowing all over the palm of his hand. "You nasty wet little hot bitch. You're gonna cum, aren't you? You like it when Daddy rubs that fat pussy for you?" I tugged at his shorts. I needed to see his big black cock. I had seen pictures before, but never one in person. "Oh, you wanna see this big black dick?" John took a couple steps back, and finished pulling his shorts off, stepping out of them. His cock was smashed against his body from the boxer briefs he had on. It looked massive compared to the little white boys I had experienced. I just stared at his cock and without thinking, my own hands started rubbing my pussy. John hooked his fingers inside the band on his boxers, and pulled them down, his cock standing out in front of him as he threw his boxers to the side.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" John smiled and held his beautiful black cock with his hand, stroking it slowly. My fingers were rubbing my pussy, and it felt like an inferno was building inside of me. My eyes were glued to his massive cock. The tip glistening with pre cum. My thighs were spreading further apart as I leaned back on the counter more and more. I wanted my pussy to be spread as far apart as I could get it. My fingers moved faster and faster while I just stared at my step fathers' dick. John walked up to me so that the tip of his dick touched my outer pussy lips. He was jacking it off right there in front of me. "You nasty little white slut. Your pussy is sloppy as fuck! You fuckin' little tease! I oughta make you drink this nut! I oughta choke you with my cum!" He was stroking his dick fast and rubbing it harder on my cunt lips. I could feel my insides starting to quake. I started humping at the head of his cock, and rubbing my pussy on it as he stroked it faster. "You nasty white bitch. I'm gonna nut." "Oh yes daddy! You're gonna make me cum!" I felt the wave of orgasm take over me, and my pussy was pulsing and spitting cum out of my hole.

John's body was growing more and more tense as he watched me succomb to my orgasm. My body was relaxing when John put his hand on top of my head, and pushed me down to my knees. His dick was right in my face when it exploded. The hot, thick, white cum exploded out of his black cock all over my face. "Aaaaggghhhhh!" John moaned as he was caught in the throes of ecstasy. Big white gobs of cum were shooting all over my face and dripping down onto my shirt and skirt. John leaned over and propped himself on the counter top, hovering over me as he tried to catch his breath.

Finally, after what seemed like 15 minutes, but couldn't have been more than 5, we got up. I didn't know what to say as I tried to smooth out my skirt and shirt. I was almost ashamed of what had just happened, but I couldn't help it. I was almost out of control. John was putting back on his boxers and shorts, "Look, just so you know, I won't say anything to your Mom, and I would appreciate the same respect. I think we both just kinda lost our cool. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable being around me Stacy. Really, it never has to happen again. I would suggest you go get cleaned up though. Your Mom will be home in about an hour." I smiled. I'm glad he did the talking, it did make me feel better. No one would ever have to know, and I didn't feel the pressure to do it again if I didn't want to. "Thanks John. Or maybe I should say, Daddy!" I laughed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before I skipped off to my room.

I started down the hallway to my room, and Samson was following behind me. "Oh, come on buddy, but you're not getting anymore treats!" I laughed and rubbed his ears playfully. I shut my door and locked it, and stared at myself in the full length mirror hanging on the back of my door. I was still amazed at what had just happened. It kept playing over and over in my mind. The sight of John jacking off watching me play with my pussy! That was so hot. I started unbuttoning my shirt, and on one of the buttons, there was a gob of dick goo. I rubbed the tips of my fingers together to feel how slick it was, and put my finger tips to my tongue. It tasted sweet and bitter at the same time. I could feel my cunt burning again as I tasted my step fathers man juice. I finished taking off my shirt, and unsnapped my bra. My tits bounced out as I slung my shoulders forward to get it off. My nipples were dark brown and hard as a rock. I pinched one between my fingers as I watched myself in the mirror. I lifed the front of my skirt so I could see my shaved mound. I turned around and bent over, pulling my skirt over my ass. My fat pussy was plainly visible from the back. I put my hand between my legs and let my finger slip into the wet slit. "Mmmmmmm....yeah! What a wet pussy!" I said to myself. I like to talk to myself as I play with my pussy. Samson was looking at me with that 'curious dog look' as he lay on the floor in front of my bed. "Awww...Mommy's just horny Samson. Don't mind me!" I said out loud as I shoved my fingers in my twat hole looking at myself in the mirror. My pussy started sloshing with all the cunt juice that was building up, and it was a huge turn on.

Just then, I heard a knock on the door. I jerked my hand out of my cunt. "Who is it?" I yelled. "Hi honey! I just wanted to let you know I'm home!" Mom said through the door. "OK Mom! I'm getting ready to get in the shower! I'll see you when I'm done!" I walked toward my bathroom, and Samson got up to follow. I opened the shower door and turned the water on. I heard Samson's toe nails tapping on the bathroom floor. "Awww...ok buddy. You missed me today?" I put the lid down on the toilet seat, and sat down. Samson walked over to me with his tail wagging. I started rubbing his ears, one in each hand. He started sniffing in the air, and slowly his head was dipping lower and he stuck his nose against my hot fleshy mound, sniffing as if he had found a bone he buried months ago. I gasped as I tried to pull his head away, but he is a big dog. He is very strong, and he put his head right back on my fat pussy. He smelled it again and started licking it gently. "Oooohhhhhh" I said uncontrollably. I hoped nobody heard me. His tongue lapped out faster now trying to get deeper in my pussy folds. "Ooooohhhhh god!" I said, almost too loud again. I got up and shut my bathroom door and quickly sat back down on the toilet, this time spreading my thighs wide. "Samson, come here boy." I coaxed. He came right back over and started licking my pussy with his long pink tongue. I had never felt a tongue on my cunt hole. I couldn't believe how it felt. His tongue was dipping deep into my love mound, trying to lap up every drop of my sweet juice. I was gasping for breath and started rubbing my clit with my finger, pinching my nipple with my other hand. I felt my cunt start to pulsate and I lost all control. I started grinding my hips into the toilet seat and Samsons long tongue. It felt like he was licking me all the way to the back of my pussy as I came all over his tongue and face. My body relaxed, and I pulled Samsons nose out of my crotch. He looked at me with those sad puppy dog eyes. "No Samson, it's time for mommy to take a shower." I said. I opened the bathroom door and made him go wait in my room. Now I was reeling from my afternoon since I'd been home from school.

I took a quick shower, and got dressed, pulling my hair up into a pony tail. I went downstairs where Mom was cooking tacos for dinner. "Hey Stacy! How was your day?" Mom smiled. "Pretty good." I grinned at her. "You need some help?" "Sure, you can start cutting up the tomatoes" she replied. "So, did you do anything exciting?" Mom asked. "No, same ol' same ol'" I smiled, and kept cutting up the tomatoes, as I heard John laughing at something on TV.

I had a feeling I was getting ready to enter a whole new era of my sexual life.

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