Where it happened: My bedroom
I am the wicked stepfather of the title, and this isn’t about my own first sex experience, but my first what you would call illicit sex, although I do not feel guilty about it.
I met JoEllen when I was 33 and she was 32. I was a widower, my wife and young daughter having been killed in a car accident caused by a drunken driver. She was divorced from a man who had been a drunk and a cheater. She had a daughter, MaryAnne, who was 11. JoEllen had a good job and got no child support from her ex, and she and MaryAnne had no wish ever to see him.
We began going out together and MaryAnne seemed to approve of me. In fact sometimes when I was in their home she would come and sit on my lap, hug me and kiss me.
JoEllen and I got married, we moved into my house and it seemed like a happy situation. Then MaryAnne began to change. Instead of being loving and friendly, she became hateful. I did not know why, and tried many ways to be friendly, but she rejected my friendship and was mean and sarcastic in anything she said to me. Her mother also spoke to her about this but MaryAnne would just say. “Oh the hell with him. He’s your husband, not mine, and I don’t have to be nice to him.”
This went on and it was threatening our marriage. Finally one day JoEllen was away at a business conference (she had kept her job and gotten a good promotion) and I was alone in the house with MaryAnne. She ate lunch and left the table with her dishes on it. I asked her to at least pick them up and put them in the sink. She said, “Oh fuck the dishes, and FUCK YOU.”
At that I grabbed her, sat down with her and said, “Young lady, that is enough of that kind of talk. From now on you are going to show some respect in this house, to me and to your mother, or I will whip you with my belt until you can’t sit down for a week.”
She said, “Go ahead, beat me, beat me. That’s all you care about me, just somebody to beat up on.”
I said, “What in the world are you talking about?”
She said, “You don’t care about me. You’ve got mother to make love to and you don’t need anybody else. I loved you so much before you married mom, and I wanted you to make love to me, but you never have. Every night I hear you and mom in your bedroom, making love — fucking — and nobody wants to make love to me. Nobody wants to fuck me.”
I said, “Oh my god, is that what’s been bothering you? You want me to make love to you instead of to your mother?”
She began crying and put her arms around me and said, “No, I don’t want to take you away from mother. I love mother and I’m glad you are making her happy. I just wish that once, maybe, just once you could make love to me, too. Not me instead of mom, but me along with mom.”
I was thunderstruck. But as I held her in my arms, I realized that this was not a little girl, this was a young woman, a young woman with a lovely young body, one that was ready and eager for love, and I began to feel desire for her.
I said, “Do you mean that if I made love to you just once — if I fucked you just once — you would stop being so mean and nasty, and we can be a happy family?”
She said, “Yes, oh yes, please — just once and then I will never be mean or nasty again, I will be your happy little step daughter.”
I made a quick decision, stood up and carried her into my (and JoEllen’s) bedroom. Gently I laid her on the bed and began undressing her. She sat up and helped me disrobe her, until she was naked, naked and beautiful.
Then I undressed until I was naked too, lay down beside her and she grabbed me and gave me a deep, passionate kiss.
Then I began caressing her, fondling her lovely young breasts, kissing and sucking them until their pert young nipples until they stood out like young toy soldiers.
I probed into her vagina and found it warm and moist and as I inserted one, then two fingers, she began to writhe and moan with satisfaction. Then her hands reached down and took my rigid penis and fondled it. She said, “Put it in me, oh put it in me, now, please.”
It was a very tight young vagina and it took more fingering before I could insert my penis in, just the head, then a little more and a little more. I came to her hyman and said, “Are you ready for this?” and she said, “Oh god yes, break it, please.” So I did, she gave a little scream, then hugged me tight and said, “Oh yes.”
So then we had a good, long, slow intercourse and I felt her shake with orgasms twice. Then I was about to come and I was going to pull out but she held me tight and said, “No, no, I want to feel your come inside me.” So I came inside her, she had another orgasm and we lay holding each other for a long time.
Finally I said, “So is everything all right now?”
She said, “Everything is wonderful, and oh god, I’m so happy.”
Well, I was torn inside as to what to tell her mother, if anything. But MaryAnne took care of that. When her mother came home she called the three of us together and told JoEllen everything. JoEllen looked at me and I nodded.
MaryAnne said, “Please understand, mom, I’m not trying to take dad away from you. I want you to keep on loving him, and letting him love you, because I love you both so much. I just wanted to have this one time of happiness and I will never do anything again to come between you.”
Then JoEllen, my wonderful wife, smiled and said, “I understand dear. I should have seen before what your problem was, and I’m glad now that you have brought it out in the open. I’m glad you’re not trying to take Dave away from me, because I look forward to getting a lot more of that wonderful loving that you’ve experienced.”
“And honey,” she continued, “I’m not going to give him up to you — but if once in a while, just once in a while, you feel that need again for the kind of love he can give — well, I guess I can loan him to you.”
And that’s the way it has been for the last few weeks. I’ve had great loving from both my wife and my stepdaughter, and we’re all happy together. And MaryAnne did not get pregnant from that first fuck. Since then we’ve got her on the pill.
So am I wicked? I’m not going to worry about it.