Sweet stepdaughter

Alexey Vladimirovich had no sooner entered the hut than he immediately came under fire from the "heavy artillery." His wife was reproaching him for not wanting to help Natasha. Like, if she were his daughter, he would have fixed everything long ago. By the way, this is Alexey's second wife. He divorced his first long ago, and he has been living in a civil marriage with Antonina for several years now. Natali is already over 30, and God hasn't given her any children.

But she looks amazing. She appears to be about 20 years old. Short, as they say, a meter fifty with a jump. A pleasant, pretty face. Long, light hair. Despite her narrow waist, if you looked closely, her age was given away by her

large butt, though it looked very sexy. Alexey liked his stepdaughter very much and he often engaged in masturbation, imagining how he'd fuck her to the hilt and how she'd get off on it. There had been no intimate life with his wife for over a year now. Well, she just didn't arouse any sexual desire in him. To somehow rehabilitate himself in her eyes, he bought a strap-on and used to fuck her with it at least sometimes. And then even using the strap-on became a hassle. Of course, if he were younger, he would look for a woman on the side or leave for another. But as it was, everything suited him. Although he was sometimes annoyed by his wife's grumbling about anything and everything, and most often without reason. Maybe it was from chronic lack of sex, or maybe from old age. And now she was nagging him to do something in Natali's apartment.

Antonina called her daughter, listened to her, didn't understand a damn thing, and handed the phone to Alexey.

— Yes, Natali.

— Uncle Lyosh, — a gentle little voice chattered into the phone, — I have a disaster in the bathroom. The water won't drain from the bathtub or the toilet, and besides that, it started leaking under the sink. I already contacted the housing office, but they said the plumber won't come until Monday. I don't know what to do. I don't understand any of this. And at the same time, I can't use water. It's like you have to walk around dirty and smelly until the drunk plumber shows up.

— And what do you want from me?

— At least make it so the water drains. Somehow clear the pipes, — she started sniffling.

Antonina snatched the phone from Alexey's hands.

— Natashenka, don't worry. He'll come right now and clear the pipes.

— Where am I supposed to go at this hour?

— Hush! Natasha, he'll come right now, clear the pipes, and tomorrow he'll finish whatever needs to be done… let him spend the night at your place… don't be difficult. You don't sleep on the floor, but on a bed… so you'll fit together… why are you getting all worked up? He's old already… yes, I'm telling you, he hasn't been able to do anything for a year… no, he's a good handyman and has golden hands, it's just old age… yes, you'll sleep under one blanket!… That's it! No objections.

Antonina hung up, brought and gave Alexey a decent sum of money.

— Go to Natasha, clear her pipes (hers?, — it clicked in Alexey's brain), don't forget to take something to clear them with, then see what else she needs done and do everything she says. Spend the night at her place. Even if you grope her in your sleep, like you often do with me, she'll survive. It won't hurt her. She's not a child.

Alexey silently went to the storage room, found everything necessary for clearing the sewer.

Then he took the strap-on from its hiding place and hid it in his bag. He arrived at Natali's after dark. She, as a hospitable hostess, first fed her stepfather, then led him to show the problems that had arisen in the bathroom.

— Natali, I can get the bathtub working today. But first, I'll need an assistant.

— Will I do?

— Of course, you're a lousy assistant, but you can do something. Besides, while I'm fiddling around here, fill some container with water. We might need to rinse the bathtub siphon.

He decided to combine business with pleasure. Seeing that Natali was in a short robe, he figured out how he could easily get a look at her panties.

He removed the siphon and, unscrewing it, showed Natali that it was clogged with all sorts of things, but what was blocking the water most was a clump of hair.

— Did someone pull hair out of you and throw it in the bathtub?

— Probably getting old and going bald, — the stepdaughter joked. — Or maybe smart hair is leaving a foolish head.

But Alexey didn't laugh at her joke. While she rinsed the siphon, he cleared the pipe with a snake.

— And now I need your help. I'll lie down now and hold the siphon from below, and you screw on this plastic nut from the outside.

Everything was clear and understandable, but Natali couldn't screw the nut on no matter what. It was, of course, awkward. She slipped on the tiles several times until Alexey made Natali stand between his legs. But still, she couldn't do it. She tried with both hands and with one hand (while bracing the other on Alexey's stomach), but it didn't work. After all, that's exactly what he had planned, and he kept tilting the siphon from below. Natali was getting upset, trying to screw it on, but alas. Finally, her nerves gave out, and she suggested switching places.

— Only I can't lie on the cold floor, let me put something down.

But her arms are much shorter. She had to not only feel for the siphon from below but also turn away to be able to reach it. Alexey slipped on the tiles several times (on purpose).

— I'll have to stand like you did, between your legs.

— Uncle Lyosh. Just don't look.

— And were you looking between my legs a lot? I need to screw the nut on, not examine your panties.

Natali agreed with his reasoning. But she didn't account for arm length. Alexey tried (or rather pretended to try) to screw the nut on, while admiring Natali's high, steep mound, covered by little blue lace panties. Approximately where the clitoris should be, a bulge protruded.

— Could her clitoris really be that big, — he thought, swallowing saliva.

When Natali was about to stop these useless attempts, Alexey screwed the nut on.

He helped Natali up and turned on the water. Natali gasped in horror. But all the water quickly drained, as it should.

— Well, you're a magician. Finally, I can wash properly. You don't mind if I go first, then you. You got dirty too. We'll wash up and then we can sleep. And tomorrow we'll do the rest.

Alexey went out to the kitchen. Natali splashed around for quite a long time. Probably letting off steam. She came out of the bathroom in a short nightgown that half-covered her butt, and when she walked, the white silk of her panties flashed.

— I'm done. What a great feeling after the water. You can go wash, — and she fluttered into the bedroom.

While Alexey Vladimirovich luxuriated in the bathtub, Natali made the bed and, turning away, lay under the blanket (it was quite cool in the room). And he, without hurrying, took the impressively sized strap-on from his bag, attached it, but just in case, put on his underwear. He turned off all the lights and approached the bed.

— And where should I lie down?

— Uncle Lyosh, there's no room. You'll have to lie next to me. Just be careful, don't fall off the floor. The bed is narrow.

— Then we'll have to cuddle.

— Okay. Just don't grope my tits.

— Are you asleep? — there was no answer.

But even if she had answered, he could have asked permission to move his hand, which seemed to have fallen asleep. Alexey slowly began to raise his hand, simultaneously catching the nightgown and exposing her butt. He gathered saliva in his palm and just as slowly and carefully returned his hand back. He moistened the strap-on with this saliva. Holding the edge of the strap-on with his middle and index fingers, he began to slowly move his pelvis closer to Natali. As soon as his hand touched her panties, he quickly and skillfully hooked them with his thumb, pulling and shifting the strip covering her crotch aside a bit. And at the same time, he sharply thrust his pelvis, driving the saliva-moistened strap-on into the desired slit. And with his other hand, he pressed Natali's lower abdomen to himself with all his might. Waking up, Natali couldn't figure out what was being pushed inside her. She twisted her butt, but these movements only helped the strap-on penetrate deeper into her vagina.

— Quiet, Tanechka, don't fuss, — Alexey's whisper was heard (as if he thought it was his wife, not his stepdaughter). He stretched the lips with his fingers so the strap-on would go in easier and not drag the lips with it.

Finally, the strap-on went in all the way, and the halves of Natasha's butt flattened against his stomach. Natali thought that her stepfather, in his sleep, had fucked her instead of her mother.

— Uncle Lyosh, I'm not mom. Take it out! Take it out right now! — and she started twisting her butt, while trying to tear away the hand from her stomach that was preventing her from getting off the strap-on. But the strength was unequal. Alexey held Natali tightly to himself and made short, sharp movements with his pelvis, driving the strap-on into the yielding slit.

— Natali?! — he feigned surprise.

— Yes, me. You just shoved your dick into your wife's daughter. Take it out immediately and get your fingers off my pussy.

— I don't understand? How did I make a mistake? And fucked you by mistake?

— Since you realized you made a mistake, then take it out.

— Uh-uh, no, dear. Since my dick is already in you, what difference does it make now, how long it will be sticking in you. A second or an hour. And don't hope. I'll only take it out after I manage to cum. Well, and you accordingly, — and he continued to sharply impale her pussy on the strap-on (with his fingers he already felt the slit starting to get wet).

— Well, what is this? Let go, I'm telling you, and take it out.

— Wait! Hold on!

— What's wrong now? — Alexey drove the strap-on deeper and froze.

— The panties.

— What panties?

— Take it out. I'll take off my panties. They're chafing me a lot.

— Yeah. Like hell. I take it out, and you run away. Get on all fours, — and he, pressing Natali by the stomach, began to rise until he was on his knees. Natali was silent but was unusually submissive. A very arousing view opened up to Alexey. The stepdaughter was on her knees, pressed with her butt to his stomach, burying her face in the pillow. She arched so that her chest rested on the sheet, and with her arms slightly spread to the sides, she was squeezing the sheet. Alexey, slightly released the hand pressing Natali by the stomach and pressed hard on her back, arching it even more. Quickly and synchronously moved his pelvis back, pulling out the strap-on. With his free hand, he grabbed the elastic of the panties and quickly pulled them off her butt. And immediately drove the strap-on back to its place. All this in a fraction of a second. Then, continuing to press on Natali's back (thereby not giving her a chance to slip away), calmly, without hurrying, pulled the panties down to her knees. After that, he put his hands on Natali's waist and continued to pound her with the strap-on.

Gradually, she too, catching the rhythm, began to push her butt against him. In this position, it felt very good to Alexey. Because a mesmerizing view opened up to him. A wide and surprisingly tight butt, softly slapping against his stomach. A narrow waist. Smooth, pleasant, velvety skin on her back (the pulled-up nightgown only covered her shoulders). So he not only felt Natali moving to meet him but also saw it. He saw her hands, convulsively squeezing the sheet at the moment of orgasm. Even his soldier woke up from such a view. He lost count of how many times Natali came, and he was getting tired, when suddenly she stopped.

— Stop.

— What?

— The panties are in the way. Need to take them off completely.

— Okay. Take them off, — he again grabbed her under the stomach, pressed her to himself, and sat up, and then even lay on his back. Natali ended up lying on her stepfather.

She lifted her legs, pulled the panties off her feet, throwing them aside. Then she sat up (although her stepfather was still holding her to himself, wrapping an arm around her stomach). She took off her nightgown over her head and began to wiggle on the strap-on.

— Let go. I'll turn around.

Alexey involuntarily let go and realized he had made an unacceptable mistake. Now Natali could easily discover that she had been coming not on her stepfather's dick, but on a strap-on. Or she could even slip away and make a scene. But she, lifting her legs, turned to face her stepfather and, bracing her hands on his chest, began to wiggle back and forth with her eyes closed. Alexey, in a panic, didn't even notice that Natali not only didn't run