Chapter 4
Lionel
A fter dinner, I came home hoping to find my beautiful stepdaughter nude, in bed, with her pussy wet and her curves flushed. But I knew it wasn’t going to happen because during the meal at Sushi Komo, I got a text from her.
Daddy, can we talk? she typed.
Of course, sweetheart , I replied immediately. May I ask what about?
But she didn’t answer my question.
Okay, tonight after you get back then , Lily replied with a thumbs-up emoji. Around 9? C u then!
Now, my stomach folds in on itself. Despite the emoji in her text, I know that Lily has something important to say.
Of course, everything my stepdaughter says is important.
Our conversations are interesting and fun, and I love learning from the teen girl, just as she learns from me.
For example, did you know that the student loan repayment system has gone fucking berserk?
Evidently, there were so many pauses and re-starts during the pandemic, as well as botched forgiveness attempts, that sometimes borrowers no longer even know how much they owe.
It goes without saying that Lily’s not carrying any student debt herself, courtesy of her mother’s trust. But while she was living in New York, some of her classmates were taking out loans and they kept her abreast of various policy developments.
On some level, I’m surprised because the private school I sent Lily to in Manhattan is exclusive and posh.
The Spencer School for Girls charges seventy thousand dollars a year, all in, and I thought the pupils would be from exorbitantly wealthy families like our own.
But evidently, Lily had friends who were from different economic strata, and she bonded with them.
They shared confidences, ate meals together, and even vacationed as a group occasionally.
I’m proud of my stepdaughter, actually, because Lily’s definitely not an airheaded rich bitch who only sticks to her own kind.
Lily managed to make a diverse array of friends while at Spencer, and I admire her open mind and ability to relate to a wide variety of people.
But of course, Lily wouldn’t request a meeting with me in order to talk about her friends.
It must be something else, but the topic escapes me.
I wonder what she has in mind because my stepdaughter and I chat non-stop, whether during meals, in bed, or in the shower.
We cover a broad range of topics too, including current events, politics, religion, and of course, her studies and our sex life.
Lily’s become an integral part of my day, and I can’t imagine being without her.
So why this impromptu meeting request? I shake my head while glancing idly at the clock on the wall.
It’s almost nine, and sure enough, the heavy wooden door to the drawing room creaks open as the brat enters.
“Hi Daddy,” she breathes with a smile. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Lily looks gorgeous. She’s wearing a short blue dress that highlights her big bust and narrow waist. The skirt flares out but then stops mid-thigh, showing off the young woman’s long legs and exquisitely toned calves.
She’s got shiny black Mary Janes on, and the sight of the buckled shoe turns me on.
I’m usually a heels type of guy, but the sassy brat can make anything look good, and I feel myself beginning to go stiff.
“Hi princess,” I growl, shifting a bit on the brocade sofa. “What’s up?”
She sits prettily next to me in the drawing room, crossing her legs delicately before arranging the folds of her skirt with dainty hands.
Our mansion is so big that we have multiple rooms, including said drawing room, as well as a formal sitting room, a parlor, double living rooms, and a lady’s breakfast room.
There are also a ton of amenities, including a pool house and a pergola, but I won’t get into that now.
Instead, I smile at my gorgeous stepdaughter while trying not to stare at her big breasts.
She sees the direction of my gaze and flushes a bit while straightening her skirt again.
“I’m good,” she murmurs sweetly while biting her bottom lip. “How are you, Daddy? Did you enjoy dinner with your friends?”
“I did,” I growl, already dying to be in that sweet body. “But when I got your text, I was worried. Why so serious, baby? Is something wrong?”
Lily inhales, her curvy bust rising, before looking up at me with big brown eyes.
“Nothing’s wrong, exactly,” she murmurs. “I just wanted to talk about tomorrow night.”
“The bowling party,” I say immediately.
“Yes,” she replies with a nod. “I know you’re inviting some friends over, but we haven’t hashed out the details yet. Or at least, you haven’t shared the details with me.”
I nod. Goddamn, it seems everyone wants to discuss the details of the party before it actually happens. Then again, I can understand why, seeing that this isn’t exactly your normal get-together.
“What did you want to know?” I ask in a serious tone before taking her small hand in mine. “Was there something specific?”
Lily takes another deep breath before turning to face me on the couch, her brown eyes solemn.
“Well, first, who are these guys? I mean, how do you know them? Are they cute? Hot? Ripped? Muscular?”
I chuckle deep in my chest.
“Sweetheart, my buddies are good-looking. You don’t worry about that because I wouldn’t expect you to go around fucking trolls or dwarves. It’s fine. They’re handsome assholes who have the anatomy you’re looking for. I promise.”
Lily shakes her head, her expression still perturbed.
“But that’s it, Daddy. You haven’t even told me about their anatomy. Are these men going to have two dicks, like you? Or will they only have one cock? And will you be participating, which means that these guys know about your two dicks?”
I hold one big hand up, stilling the flow of questions.
“I hear your concerns, princess, and let me address them one by one. First, these are single-dicked guys. Is that okay? I know you enjoy getting DP from me, but I thought for your first gang-bang, that we’d do it with men who have the standard equipment.
Not that they’re small or puny,” I add in a hasty tone.
“These dudes are well-endowed, and you’ll be more than satisfied.
I just figured for the first time, we’d start off a little slow. ”
Lily bites her lip, her mind whirling. Then she speaks.
“So you’ve seen their anatomy before because you’ve shared girls before,” she begins in a slow tone.
I nod because there’s no use in denying it.
“We have shared women before,” I acknowledge. “It can take some strategizing, as well as some preparation and planning, but yes: Cross, Barrett, Scott and I have mutually enjoyed young ladies in the past. Why, does that bother you?”
Lily bites her bottom lip again, her plush pout and pink. I feel an urge to throw her on the couch before ravishing that curvy form, but I force myself to remain still because this conversation is important, and I need to address her concerns.
“No, it doesn’t bother me that you’ve shared women before,” she says in a slow tone before shooting me another questioning look. “But that means that your friends know you have two dicks, right?”
I shake my head.
“No, they don’t,” I rumble deep in my chest. “On occasion, I’ll tape my bottom dick down so that it’s invisible. When that happens, I look like any other man.”
“So you never engaged in acrobatics during those sessions,” Lily says quickly, her brown eyes sparkling a bit with humor. “Otherwise, they’d know.”
“No acrobatics, at least not on my part,” I chuckle with confirmation.
“The woman might engage in acrobatics. She might be placed in all sorts of compromising positions because we want access to every inch of her big breasts and curvy form. But as for me? No, no acrobatics. Nothing that could reveal my secret.”
Lily nods again, looking more relieved.
“And will you be joining us tomorrow night, Daddy?”
Now, it’s my turn to ask her a probing question with my blue eyes sharp.
“Would you like me to?”
Lily begins by nodding, but then slowly shakes her head.
“I’m not sure,” she confesses. “I mean, I have three holes: my bottom, pussy, and mouth. How would I handle a fourth cock? It seems easier to just stick with three men, although of course, I want you in the room.”
My black brows rise because this is certainly an interesting development. Do I have a budding exhibitionist on my hands?
“So you want me to watch, but not participate?”
The beautiful brat bites her lip again, tugging at the plush pinkness with her teeth.
“I don’t know,” Lily confesses. “I’ve never done this before, so I’m not sure what I want and don’t want. I mean, I definitely want you there, but I’m not sure that four men is do-able. Does that make sense, or do I sound totally confused?”
I gently reach one big hand out to caress the gorgeous girl’s soft brown curls.
Her locks are long and silky, and I have to fight the urge to wrench her head back before ravishing her elegant throat with kisses.
But I force myself to focus. Taking a deep breath, I do everything I can to appear calm, cool, and collected while dispensing advice at this critical juncture.
“I think you’re underestimating yourself, sweetheart. You have a lush, ripe body; a desperately wet pussy; and a tight, hungry asshole that literally gobbles my dick sometimes. I think you could handle four if you needed to.”
She bites her lip, looking unsure.
“Really?”
I nod, trying to look convincing.
“Sweetheart, you have an opportunity that most women never get: the chance to fuck multiple alpha males at once. Plus, you’ve got a slutty body, honey, and the only way you can get the satisfaction you crave is by handling multiple men at once.”
“But what if I mess up?” Lily asks in a small voice, looking genuinely afraid. “What if your friends hate me?”
Her comment is so ludicrous that I have to laugh, even if it makes her cringe a bit.
“Scott, Cross, and Barrett would never hate you,” I assure. “The start of the session could be a little rocky, I’ll give you that. But I absolutely think you can do it, sweetheart. Again, you have a slutty body that makes you perfect for the job and all you need is a bit of confidence.”
“You think?” Lily asks in a meet voice, her brown eyes almost swallowing her face.
I nod, looking serious.
“Yes, absolutely. Plus, a little experience will do you good. Practice makes perfect, and there’s no sense in being scared, honey, or in holding back. You’ve got to acknowledge your deepest desires and then take the plunge, whether it’s with three men or four.”
Lily’s pupils are so large and dark now that I can practically see my reflection in them.
“I know, Daddy,” she whispers. “I’m just nervous, that’s all. Again, I’ve never done this before. I don’t have experience handling multiple men at once. I don’t know. Everything’s just coming so fast and furious, and I don’t know if I’m ready.”
The anxiety is making Lily’s curvy body tremble a bit. Tears are shining in those big brown eyes, and I have to take decisive action before the teen girl has a breakdown.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I say, pulling Lily close to me.
She puts her head on my shoulder while pressing those big breasts against my side, and I almost lose control.
“We don’t have to decide now though. There’s still twenty-four hours before my friends arrive, so let’s table that issue.
But I have a temporary solution for you, sweetheart, which may put your fears at ease.
How about we get some practice first?” I murmur into her fragrant curls.
“Would that help quell your doubts? Let’s get you stretched a bit, and I think all your concerns will fly away on their own. ”
Lily blinks hard, and my heart shudders as a large tear coalesces on her lashes before streaking down one round cheek. But she swallows hard and nods.
“Practice? What kind of practice, Daddy? What did you have in mind?” she whispers.
I give into my deepest desires and lean down to capture her plush pout with hungry lips.
Lily exhales into the kiss, and my heart turns over because I’ve never met a woman so soft, sweet, and giving all at once.
Yet, what I also adore about my stepdaughter are her slutty ways, so I don’t hesitate to mention the next step.
“Let’s go down to the bowling alley,” I growl deep in my chest. “We’ll look around, and help you loosen up a bit. Sometimes, it’s a plus to get a peek of where you’re headed so that the environment isn’t brand new. A bit of warm-up and stretching will work wonders too.”
Any normal person would believe that I mean “stretched” as in stretching Lily’s biceps, quads, thighs, and any muscle that would be used during a bowling session.
But my beautiful teenage nymph knows what kind of stretching I have in mind, and slowly she nods, even has her breathing picks up, that big bosom beginning to heave.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers while gazing up at me, her big brown eyes luminous with trust. “I want to please you, and I want to please your friends too. I’m ready to be stretched.”
With that, I lift the curvy girl into my arms, bridal-style, before carrying her out of the drawing room and heading to our in-home elevator. After all, it’s never too late to teach a new lesson ... and in my sweet, nubile stepdaughter, I have the best pupil of all.