Drunk Stepdaughter Part 2

Jack enacts a plan to try something new.

The week drags by with an excruciating slowness, each day feeling like an eternity as I count down the hours until Saturday. The anticipation builds within me, and I can't keep my mind from wondering to thoughts of Lily. Kate is away at her brother's for the weekend, a fortunate turn of events that will give me the space I need for my plan.
As I watch Lily from the kitchen island, my eyes are drawn to the curve of her hips and the sway of her ass as she bends to set up the tents. She's wearing tight shorts that hug her thighs and a baggy t-shirt that falls loosely over her frame, but it's the way her body moves that captures my attention. It's so graceful and so unintentionally sexy. I can almost feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her curves, and my imagination runs wild with visions of her naked and willing.
Lily enters the kitchen, her steps hesitant, and I can sense the nervous energy radiating from her. I take a deep breath, steadying myself for the conversation ahead. "Lily, I just want to have a quick chat with you before the girls get here," I say, my voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil within me.
She stops, her eyes wide and uncertain. "Ok," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I found something odd in the recycling bin last time," I begin, watching her closely. "Do you know what it was?"
Her face flushes a deep red, and she stumbles over her words. "No, I have no idea," she insists, but her eyes betray her, darting away from mine.
"It was an empty bottle of vodka," I say, my voice low and measured. "But I think you know that already."
Her stammering continues, a flurry of excuses and denials, but I cut her off mid-sentence. "Look, before you ask, I haven't told your mum. Secondly, I don't want you and your friends thinking you can do whatever you want because we are relaxed about you drinking, etc. My main concern is that we don't know how much you're having, and that's where it becomes dangerous. On that note, I've decided to make you a punch so I know exactly what's in it. That way, you can still have your freedoms, but I'm aware. This has to stay between us, though, as I'm trusting you to be sensible."
Lily stands there, processing my words, and I can see the relief and gratitude in her eyes, even as she tries to hide it. "Thank you for not telling mum," she says softly. "I promise it won't happen again, and we will stick to the rules and just have the punch."
With that, she turns and walks away, leaving me with a sense of triumph and anticipation. The stage is set, and the game is afoot.
An hour before the girls arrive, I pour my heart and soul into creating the perfect punch. I mix fruits and lemonade, adding a generous helping of vodka to ensure Lily will be nice and drunk for what I have planned.
As the girls arrive, I greet them with a forced casualness, trying to keep my distance while still being present. They chatter and laugh, their voices a melody of youth and freedom, and I watch them from afar, my eyes always drawn back to Lily. The time passes with agonizing slowness, each minute feeling like an hour as I wait for the punch to take effect.
Finally, around 11, I hear the creak of the stairs and the soft sound of footsteps ascending. I make myself wait half an hour, my heart pounding in my chest, before I stand and make my way up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs, I see all the doors shut, and a rush of adrenaline courses through my veins. I move along the hall, checking each room, my heart racing with each step. As I open the last door, I see her, laid face down on her bed, her legs hanging off the edge. I can't believe my luck, she is in the position I had imagined her in so many times.
I move over to the window, checking the situation downstairs, and see that everything is quiet, the girls clearly all out for the night. I turn back to Lily, my breath catching in my throat as I take in the sight of her. I walk over to her, my steps slow and deliberate, and nudge her gently, saying her name and trying to get a response. Nothing.
I move behind her, my hands trembling as I tug gently on her shorts and panties. As they come down, revealing her ass, I am struck by the perfection of her body. Pale and round, her cheeks are a work of art, and I can feel my mouth watering with anticipation. I remove my phone from my pocket and snap a couple of pics, capturing the moment for later.
I kneel down, spreading her cheeks apart, and my eyes feast on the sight before me. Her pussy and asshole are exposed, a tantalizing promise of pleasure, and I can't resist placing my face between her cheeks and licking her in one long, slow motion. The taste of her is intoxicating, a mix of sweet and tangy that makes my head spin. I do it again, savoring the feeling of her skin against my tongue, and I can feel her responding, her body moving ever so slightly.
I remove my face and place my index finger on her ass, feeling her tight ring slip slowly over my finger. I push further, watching in awe as my finger disappears, and I can feel her opening up to me. I add another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what's to come, and I can hear her grumbling and moving, but I stay still, letting her get used to the sensation.
I remove my fingers and quickly but quietly rush to our room, grabbing one of Kate's smaller vibrators. I come back, checking the window again to make sure all is quiet, and then spit on the vibrator and on her tight ring. I slowly start to feed it into her, feeling her ass open up eagerly, and I watch the pink plastic disappear, inch by inch.
I work it in and out for a few minutes, rubbing saliva onto my cock, preparing myself for the main event. Finally, I can wait no longer. I remove the vibrator and stand up, my cock throbbing with anticipation. I use one hand to spread her cheek and the other to hold my cock firmly, running it from top to bottom, feeling the softness of her pussy lips against my skin.
I slide myself up and down, probing her sacred hole, and my cock head slips in half an inch. I freeze, savoring the feeling, and then move in and out gently, enjoying the sensation. I slip my cock out and notice it is glistening with sticky liquid. Lily is getting wet, and it is the perfect lube. I rub my cock head in circles on her asshole, listening to her deep breathing, and slowly apply pressure, leaning forward but balancing myself on her ass so I don't go too deep too fast.
I feel her ring spread, and all of a sudden, my cock pops in. It is so tight it is almost painful, and I freeze, listening for any reaction. Nothing. I move my body forward a touch and slowly slip myself past her ring, millimeter by millimeter, not wanting to rush it. It takes me a couple of minutes to get halfway, and the feeling is intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that makes my head swim.
I hold both hands on her hips and begin to remove myself, ready for a thrust. I hear her mumble again and then move ever so slightly. Her asshole squeezes me, trying to remove the foreign body, but I stay still, and she settles. I then slowly stroke myself out and then in, feeling her loosen ever so slightly. On the next in-stroke, I push further and feel another inch sink in more easily this time. I repeat the process until my balls rest on her pussy, and my mind goes wild with lust. I begin to thrust in and out, trying desperately not to loose control the way I want to. Whenever I get to just the tip her tight hole tries to push me out and the feeling is intense. When I get as deep as I can I push myself into her cheeks and feel my cock press an extra half inch into her.
I remove myself and gently begin to flip her over. She obliges and lies on her back with her legs off the bed. I then take them and fold them back so I can put myself between them. She is out cold and never feels a thing. She is so much like her mother in that sense. I then push my way back into her ass and begin again, not bothering with easing in and just plunging my full length in. I lift her top up and see her breasts again, bouncing and swaying perfectly as I fuck her.
I begin recording, not wanting to waste the opportunity, and fuck her harder, my thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate. I can feel my balls tightening, and I know I am close. I thrust and grunt, watching my cock disappear inside her, and as I begin to cum, I remove myself and stroke it until rope after rope splashes across her. I start aiming at her pussy with one long streak landing onto her clit and mound. Then I aim up and send the rest over her tight stomach and perfect tits, marking her as mine.
I end the recording and marvel at my work. She is a masterpiece, and I am so lucky to have this ability. I clean her up like before and put some soothing cream on her ass, hoping it will hide any evidence of our encounter.
When I wake in the morning, all is as it was two weeks ago. No mention and no issues. I am indeed a lucky man. I can't stop watching the video all day, replaying the moment over and over in my mind, and I know I have to do it again. This time, however, I need to get into her virgin pussy, to claim that too as my own.