School Daze — Living with Honey and Anne, Episode 1
Stepdad interrupts his daughter and another cheerleader and everyone learns a lesson.
After my client canceled our afternoon meeting, I headed home to make a nice dinner for the girls. Cooking always relaxes me. I stopped at the market for some fresh vegetables to go with the steaks I’ve been aging for weeks for a night like tonight when I need to unwind.
I closed the front door and put the groceries on the counter in the kitchen. Noticing the music coming from the family room, I walked to the back of the house to see who was home.
“Do it harder,” I heard from an unknown voice, “Better. Now harder and faster.” When I peeked around the corner, I saw burgundy and white pompoms on the floor by the sofa. Then I saw the bottoms of some shoes. Leaning in around the door further, I noticed that the feet belong to my stepdaughter. She was still in her school uniform, mostly. Beside her shoes, I saw the white knee socks and plaid pleated skirt, but she was nude from the waist up, her hair was a mess and she was sobbing.
In front of her on the sofa was the girl belonging to the strange voice. The cheerleader had her legs spread. She held her spanks pulled to the side. Honey’s left hand was on the other girl’s thigh. Her right hand was almost cupped, her thumb pressing on the girl’s clit and at least two of her fingers were inside her apparently squeezing upward.
Coaxing her on again, the cheerleader said, “You’re not doing it right, Newbie. Rub my clit faster and harder and push up with your fingers. If you don’t do it right, you’ll never get your panties back.”
By this time, I’d seen enough, “Ahem.” I cleared my throat as I entered the room.
The cheerleader bolted upright and a stream of hot juice sprayed from her all over Honey’s chest. She pushed Honey away and ran from the house.
As the side door slammed, Honey jumped up and ran over to me crying, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m s-s-s-so s-sorry.”
I grabbed the afghan from the arm of the sofa and wrapped it around her shoulders. “It’s going to be okay, baby. Sit down and tell me what happened.”
As I sat back, she leaned on my right shoulder hugging across my middle with her right arm. “Okay, okay. Take a good breath then tell me.”
Knowing I had just brought my widowed bride and her 18-year-old daughter from another state, I had a feeling I could guess the backstory, but what she related I never imagined from the most exclusive, private girls’ school in the area.
“Daddy, it was horrible. I expected to have to work at making friends at the new school, but I didn’t know they would be so cruel. You know my last class of the day is gym, right?”
I nodded, even though I really don’t have a clue about her schedule.
“Well, we played volleyball in class today. It was okay. Some of the girls were rough, but most were just normal. When the gym teacher dismissed us, we all went to the showers to get ready to go home. After I showered I went to my locker. That cheerleader, Bambi, was standing there blocking my way and twirling my panties.”
“She said, ‘Nice panties, Newbie. I think I’ll keep them. What do you say to that? And don’t even think about tattling to that old dyke, Ms. Jones. She’s been my coach on the cheerleading squad for 4 years and you’re just a sissy little outsider.’”
“I said, ‘I won’t tell. I just want my stuff and to be left alone.’”
“She said, ‘I have a better idea, Newbie. You’re going to take me home and I will initiate you into our club. It’s called the ‘everybody-shares-everybody’s-panties’ club. After that, you’ll get your panties.’”
“I didn’t feel I had a choice, Daddy. She threw my backpack into my arms and said, ‘Let’s go, sister. You’ve got some things to learn about how things work around here.’ The only good part of the day was getting a ride home in her Corvette. I guess you saw that on the street when you got home.”
I nodded, “Uh-huh.”
“When we got into the house, I got us some water, just like Mom always does. She found her way to the family room, took off her shoes, turned on the stereo and dropped herself down on the sofa, and said, ‘Are you ready to earn your precious panties back?’”
“So I said, “I guess so. What do I need to do?’”
“She said, ‘Okay. First rule. You have to do just what I tell you. If you can do that, you’ll pass the initiation. Start by getting on your knees right here in front of me. Good. A little closer. That’s good right there. Now untuck your blouse from your skirt. Just lift it up then drop it back down.’”
“ ‘Okay. Is that all?’ I asked.”
“She said, ‘Ha. We are just getting started, silly Newbie. Now, unbutton the bottom button like a good little Newb. That’s right,’ she said as she slid her feet up under the shirt tails and wiggled her toes at the top of my skirt. ‘Okay. Now another button.’ She pushed her hot feet further up my body and said, ‘now another.’”
“Daddy, she pushed her toes in the gap in the middle of my bra and lifted it off my breasts then rubbed them with the soles of her feet. I didn’t know what else to do but follow her directions.”
“It’s okay, sweetie. Finish the story then we’ll see what we should do about it,” I said patting her shoulder.
“Okay,” Honey said, sniffing.
“She told me to finish unbuttoning and then put my arms straight up; then she put her feet on the floor, bent forward, grabbed my blouse, and pulled it right over my head with my bra. She grabbed my head in her hands and leaned in to kiss me. She flicked her tongue on my lips and whispered, ‘Think you can do that?’ I nodded. ‘Good,’ she said.”
“She pulled my head toward her and slid her panties to the side. She pressed my face toward her privates and said, ‘Go ahead. Show me you can do it.’”
Honey started shivering as she explained how she did what she was told. Bambi held her head so Honey’s lips pressed against her labia. “I just gave her a dry little kiss hoping it would be over soon, but she said to me, ‘Is that what I showed you? Let me feel that tongue, right where you can feel that hard little knob. You know what it is. You know it will feel good.’”
“But I didn’t Daddy. I had never put my tongue in a place like that before or felt a tongue on mine. I didn’t know if it would feel good. I was frightened she might hurt me or tell stories, so I flicked it with my tongue. I didn’t really taste or feel anything, but I guess she did because she pushed her pelvis up and gave out a moan before she sighed, ‘That’s a good little Newbie.’”
Honey continued, “I looked up to see if we were finished. But before I could ask, she said, ‘Now, I want to see how strong your hands are. Get your right hand up here and put your thumb right where you just licked. Next, put your first two fingers together and slide them between my wet lips until you find the hole then push them in hard — oh. Yeah, just like that. You are strong. Now I want you to keep your hand in this position and slide in and out. I want your thumb in constant contact with my clit while you do this.’”
“She kept talking at me the whole time telling me to change this or that and she really started wriggling around and gasping some. Then you came in and I think she peed all over me.”
I gave her a reassuring hug and she just sat there her head resting on my chest. I hadn’t noticed her right hand had slid down my belly to my lap, but I had been aware of the stirring in my pants as she relayed the story.
After a few minutes, she looked up and said, “Daddy, have you ever had anyone take control and tell you what to do?”
“Well, sweetie, I suppose I have. It’s not too unusual for someone who is more experienced to tell someone what to do. Why do you ask?”
“I was just wondering if it works on boys, I mean men, too.” She now had moved her hand over my cock and was following the roiling in my trousers.
“I think people are people and circumstances vary. Sometimes people have agendas and choose to tell others what to do, like our bossy little cheerleader, others have agendas where they choose to give up some power. The best situation is when both agree on what roles each will take without coercion. Why do you ask, do you have a boy you’re interested in already?”
Honey looked up at me, smiled, and began tugging down my zipper. “Shhh. I just want you to sit here. Will you let me take control?”
“Honey, what about your mother?”
“It’s Wednesday. She has that late meeting. It will be okay. Now tell me. Can I try to control you?”
What could I do? She was already bare to the waist, without panties, and had her hand around my cock. It couldn’t get any more compromising than this, so I nodded my assent.
“Good!” I could see the little girl delight in her eyes as she jumped up and straddled my legs facing me. She undid my tie and slid it over my eyes like a blindfold. Next, she unbuttoned my light blue dress shirt. When she was down to the tail that was still tucked into my trousers she pulled it apart and started lightly scratching my chest, moving her hands in every direction.
She made her hands touch every bit of exposed flesh she could find. As her right hand got up near my face, I could smell the female scent from the cheerleader and my cock pulsed once. Honey felt it touch her wet pussy and she gave a little squeal.
“In Sex Ed class they showed us a cool trick.” I could feel her lean over. I heard her reach into her backpack then I heard a tearing sound. I heard some other rustling but I didn’t know what was happening until I felt her grab my cock with both hands and felt her warm breath. She showed how they taught the girls to put on a condom … with her mouth!
I knew I’d gotten a bright girl when I married her mom, but this is proof. She’s leaving nothing to chance. I admire her mom all the more for teaching her safe sex essentials.
“Daddy, am I still in control?”
“I’m not telling you what to do. What’s the plan?” I asked.
“I just want to feel you inside me. I know this would never happen if I didn’t make it happen. You have been a good Daddy to me, but I just want to know that a man who loves me and respects me will let me have him.”
“Honey,” I said, “you don’t have to do this to be the woman you want to be, but yes, you are still in control.”
She was right I would never approach her sexually. I love her mother and I love her as if she were my own daughter, but I also knew she had felt tremendous loss and needed to feel comforted. I thought to myself, I have surrendered control to her, what damage will I cause if I seize it back after all she’s been through? I hope she was smiling as she stepped onto the sofa put her hands on my chest and lowered herself onto my throbbing cock.
The progress was slow and deliberate, but also risky and thrilling. When she finally got me fully inserted she said, “I want you to cup my breasts,” as she lifted my hands up her sides. I found them easily. “Now find my nipples and squeeze them.”
After a few moments of fondling, I pulled my hands down her side and stopped them at her waist, my first refusal.
“Daddy, we can’t stop now. I need to be in control,” she said as I lifted her off me and gently set her on the sofa beside me.
“But this isn’t you in control,” I said as I removed the tie from my eyes and pulled up my trousers. “It is anger and fear controlling you right now,” I continued as I finished dressing myself. “You feel anger because you felt helpless at school. You feel fear that there is no one who loves you. I want you to know that I will always be here for you, but as your Dad, not as your toy. I know you would never have done this with your father and, while I know I can never take his place, I don’t want to do what he would never do. Do you understand?”
As I handed Honey her bra and blouse, she sobbed and sniffed and looked up at me. “I’m sorry Daddy, I guess I understand. What happens now?”
“Take your stuff to your room, take a shower, and put on some fresh after-school clothes. Then meet me in the kitchen. We have a killer meal to prepare for your Mother,” I said smiling.
While Honey was chopping vegetables and I was seasoning the steaks I said, “I gathered up Bambi’s stuff and put it in a bag in the trunk of my car. Only you and I know it is there and what it represents. After dinner, ask me for help with your homework and we’ll write an ad to post to the school website about some pom-poms, a cheerleader hair tie, and some white sneakers bearing Bambi’s initials on the side. This is how you will regain control over how this situation resolves at school.”
Honey smiled and I could see once again the confident young lady her mother introduced me to. “I see. I get to put her in the beggar position.”
“You do, but you aren’t going to try to coerce her. You are merely offering to trade something she values for something of yours. Then, if she’s lucky, she will gain you as a friend, otherwise, she’ll just give you the space you need to charm the rest of the school. You will regain control in your life and our family will be whole.”
Dinner was delicious and it came together just as I had planned it, mostly. The atmosphere was calm. Honey, her mother, and I talked and laughed and planned the weekend.
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