Stepdaughter Taught Sex Lessons From Bisexual Stepdad & His Lover – BiPhoria

The Taboo Tutor: A Bi-Philic Foray into Family Filth

The large, masculine hands of Aaron, the burly bisexual stepfather, massaged his wife’s daughter’s shoulders as the trio reposed on the leather sofa in the dimly lit living room. “With your mother working late again for the third time this week, I thought you, me, and Greg could have some… Quality Time together,” he whispered huskily in her ear.

Shelly, the nubile 19-year-old brunette, shivered as Aaron’s fingers traveled from her shoulders down her arm, brushing the side of her breast as Greg, the rugged looking 28-year-old bisexual lover, looked on with a smirk. “Quality Time? I thought you guys were just gonna watch a movie,” she replied nervously, trying to hide her arousal. Her stepfather had always had a special way with her – massaging her when she was tense from studying, rubbing her feet after long days at cheerleading practice. But now his touches seemed to linger, becoming more purposeful. More sensual.

Aaron chuckled, “Oh this is a more…educational movie I had in mind, sweet thing.” He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, “Don’t be so nervous, Shelly. Greg and I want to show you a special kind of intimacy.” His large hand cupped her chin, turning her face towards his and suddenly his lips claimed hers in a searing kiss, his tongue probing her mouth with an insistent, almost possessive hunger.

Shelly gasped into the kiss, but Aaron’s commanding presence left no room for protest. She felt her defenses melt away, replaced by a growing desire, an ache between her legs. Aaron’s tongue probed her mouth, tangling with her own as his hands roamed over her petite body with expert familiarity, cupping her breasts, fingers teasing her hardening nipples through the thin fabric of her tank top. She let out a small moan.

Meanwhile, Greg leered hungrily at the buxom teen, his eyes roaming over her barely restrained curves, already vividly imagining those rosebud nipples in his mouth as Aaron’s hands lifted her tank top, exposing her pert mounds to the cool air. “Shall we give our sweet thing her first lesson, Aaron?” Greg asked huskily.

“You lead, I’ll support,” Aaron replied, freeing one breast from her tank top to expose her perky nipple. His rough tongue circled the sensitive bud and Shelly cried out, arching into his touch. Greg smacked his lips in anticipation, swiftly disrobing the trembling girl, hands roaming her smooth skin, tweaking her other nipple as Aaron suckled and bit the other. Shelly’s moans turned into gasps and sighs, writhing against their bodies, each new touch sending jolts of forbidden pleasure rushing through her.

“Such a good girl,” Aaron crooned, easing her panties down her long legs, baring her glistening core to their eager gazes. “Greg, taste her, I want to watch you make our sweet Shelly come on your tongue.”

Shelly was beyond shame, lost in the new sensations Aaron and Greg were igniting within her. She heard a rumble of approval from Aaron as Greg’s rough hands gripped her hips and he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue licking her from clit to untouched entrance in one long slow drag. She bucked against him, pleasure overriding propriety as Aaron watched with a smug smile.

Greg continued to eat her out, tongue delving deep into her hot pussy as Aaron leant in to capture her lips again, biting her plump bottom lip before swapping saliva with her in a lewd kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, probing, dominant and claiming her completely. Shelly could only whimper and moan into his mouth as his tongue plundered hers and Greg fucked her with his skilled tongue below.

Aaron pulled away, grinning down at her. “Our sweet thing is so responsive,” he purred, “Shelly – put your hand on Greg’s head, hold him to your pussy. Show him how you want to be eaten out, baby. Dominate him.”

With a moan, Shelly did as instructed, grabbing a fistful of Greg’s hair and grinding herself shamelessly against his face, riding his tongue as Aaron watched her erotic breakdown with voyeuristic hunger. “That’s right, sweetheart,” Aaron coached, “take what you need.”

Greg used the opened fingers of her other hand to direct his hand to her slippery entrance. “Yeah, give me those fingers, Shelly. I’m gonna make you fucking flood my face, siss.”

Lost in the swirl of sensation, Shelly curled her fingers, rubbing Greg’s tongue as he pleasured her deeply, changing the angle, the speed, and the pressure to find what gave her the most thrill. Greg and Aaron adapted to every sign, every noise she made, a silent, dirty symphony of debauchery as they wrecked her. Her moans escalated to guttural cries, back bowing as Greg and Aaron brought her to a shattering peak. Shelly came hard on Greg’s tongue, thighs shaking and pussy gushing. As she floated back down, Aaron and Greg shared a knowing look. They were just getting started with their beautiful pupil.