Virgin stepdaughter with a splendid body gets multiple orgasms ? for the first time on Halloween night (18 )
The Halloween night was one of those magical October evenings where the chill in the air mingled with an electric undercurrent of excitement and danger. Eighteen-year-old Emily, a luscious young nymph, fresh from the summer’s sun, had been invited to her stepfather’s work Halloween party. When the invitation arrived, she was overjoyed; it would be an opportunity to finally meet the father she had only seen in photos before.
Emily was a virgin, and she had never experienced any sexual activity. However, being a young, hormonal girl, her curiosity was piqued, and strange, fervent dreams often plagued her sleeping mind. As she rummaged through her closet for a “decent” costume that evening, a wicked impulse took hold of her. She wanted to prove to her married father that she was growing up into a delectable woman, one worthy of lusty attentions.
With a salacious grin, she selected the skimpiest versions of every Halloween costume – the tiniest cat outfit, the briefest witch’s ensemble, and the most daring French maid uniform. Her shapely bottom, barely contained in tiny shorts, peeked out beneath the frilled skirt. Her enhancement-filled bra, borrowed from an older cousin, thrust her budding bosoms out like delicate offerings. In her single home-made platform shoe, she limped into her father’s large and intimidating office building. In the elevator, she watched her flushed reflection in the mirror, battling the nervous butterflies in her stomach. “You can do this, Emily,” she whispered to herself.
When the elevator doors opened, Emily took a deep breath and swayed into the room. Heads turned. Her stepfather, a tall, handsome man in his forties, did a double take – a look of shock, followed by naked desire. He approached her, his eyes devouring her figure. “Emily! What an… astonishing surprise,” he sputtering faux innocently. “Welcome to the party.”
As the night went on, the drinking and games intensified. At midnight, the lights dimmed. A game of “Spin-the-Bottle” began, with shy kisses lasting mere seconds between colleagues. Emily watched from the shadows, her virginal lips tingling. She noticed that the bimonthly kisses were evolving into intimate embraces and caresses between the “strippers.”
Emily’s father realized that his beautiful stepdaughter was excited, nibbling her lips with anticipation. He invited Emily to join them -Was she brave enough to kiss someone? Emily nodded without hesitation, revealing an inner daring that even she didn’t know existed. On her first turn, the bottle landed on one of the older male colleagues, easily in his 40s, with a married ring on his pudgy finger. Emily and the man locked lips for a fleeting heated moment. His tongue darted into her mouth, making her jump – an electrifying new sensation.
On every subsequent turn, Emily became increasingly bold. Her father noticed his stepdaughter getting bolder, culminating in a session where Emily and a group of men were mouthing each other’s private places. At one point, she even endured her father fondling her braless breasts. By the end of the game, Emily’s panties were saturated, her pussy trembling as it had never done before.
Feeling her father withdrawing, as if preparing to end the party, Emily suggested they play a new game. “Who wants to see more?” she said, pulling up her laughably short skirt to reveal her glistening, panty-clad pussy to the lustful eyes it was met with. Emboldened by the groans of approval and the erection tents obvious bulging and pressing at their pants, Emily dropped that barely-there panty and waited for instruction.
Quickly, a game of “Breast ashtray” was organized with Emily serving as the ashtray. Cigarette after cigarette was rested upon her heaving, perspiration-slicked chest, never getting a chance to be extinguished due to the cup sizes and the sheer softness of the unblemished skin. The men, drunk on cigarette smoke and heavy lidded Desire, took turns tasting the cigarettes off her body, some driving their own cigarettes into teats and making her arch her back off the floor as they suckled her toes into stiff buds and drank from her forbidden font.
Afforded with an opportunity the men were unwilling to let pass, they wasted no time spreading her legs and mounting her youthful body. Moans and groans of tortured rapture rang through the air, as Emily’s virginity was shed like an unwanted skin she had not even realized was clinging to her. She climaxed once, twice, thrice…her body rendered limp with the sheer volume of seed swarming her womb, and clenching jaw of the men’s cocks now thickly coated with her damp arousal.
Emily awoke later, curled in the lap of one of the men, a tender ache in her womanhood. The office was a wreck, abandoned beer bottles and broken ashes littering the carpet. She could barely walk to the elevator, her legs shook so violently. Semi-delirious with the changes she had undergone, Emily stumbled home into the sun-bleached fragments of her girlish world, forever aware that its pristine surface had been shattered by a revelation, a wicked introduction to the depravity she had yet to learn to conceal. She knew there was no going back to being the naive girl she once was, but damned if she wanted to.
