A Talk With Stacie
By Gerbil
A Stepfather tries to change his stepdaughter, but gets more than he bargained for.


David followed the trail of dirty clothes through the living room, 
down the hall, and into Stacie's bedroom.  Since his wife had died in 
a car accident five years ago, Dave had accepted his added duties of 
cooking and cleaning, but he was reaching a breaking point, tired of 
acting as a maid to his 16-year-old stepdaughter.  Stacie had taken 
the death of her mother hard, and had retreated into any kind of sport 
or physical activity to come her way. As he picked up the sweaty, 
smelly socks, sports bras, and panties and dumped them into the 
clothes basket, his anger grew and he knew the time had come to lay 
down some rules.  Stacie was old enough to start carrying her weight a 
little better, and he headed down to the basement to spell it out to 
her in no uncertain terms.

Aside from the washer and dryer in the utility room, Stacey had turned 
the basement into an elaborate gym with free weights, chinning bars, 
mats, and a wide array of other fitness equipment.  The clanking of 
weights greeted him as he carried the dirty clothes down the steps.  
Stacie was on her back in a pair of purple silk shorts, barefoot and 
wearing a black sports bra.  She was laying on her back with her legs 
wide as she steadily raised and lowered the bar loaded with 175 
pounds.  Dave had never witnessed her workouts in the past, and was 
shocked that a 145 pound 5'6" teenaged girl could have such power.

"Stacie I want to talk to you."

"Just a second Dad; five more reps."

David watched her smooth fluid form as the massive weight rose.  His 
young stepdaughter's bronzed arms with a thin gleam of sweat showed 
incredible hard muscle.  Her bare toes pushed against the carpeted 
flooring and he could see the taut calves and thighs bulge from the 
effort.  Stacie finished the set and replaced the bar on the rack.  
She then sat up on the bench, bent over and grabbed the towel offering 
Dave an open view of her scantily clad firm breasts.  She wiped the 
moisture from her chest, then ran the towel over her forehead and 
through her shimmering auburn hair.

"What's up Pop?"

Dave watched the young teen as she moved the towel behind her to wipe 
her neck and a large biceps jumped, grabbing his attention.  Her bare 
midriff was totally exposed and rippled with waves of hard muscle.  He 
had never seen his stepdaughter wearing so little, and whereas he had 
known that she had always been athletic, seeing the dancing triceps 
and biceps made him feel uneasy.  He was fascinated and a bit in awe 
of her physique, and Stacie seemed to sense it.  He had that same look 
on his face that half the boys in school got when she beat them at arm 
wrestling, or flexed her arms or legs for them to run their hands over 
if she permitted it.  She could always tell when a guy was turned on 
over her powerful young body, and she was getting a kick out of making 
her stepfather uncomfortable.  She kept her bulging biceps flexed and 
tightened her legs a little more to make him fidget and squirm.

Dave looked from her bulging arms and into her knowing smiling face.  
He quickly looked down to the clothesbasket he was holding, then in 
his sternest voice said, "I have spent the last 20 minutes scouring 
the upstairs gathering your dirty clothes scattered everywhere.  
You're sixteen now, and I want you to start cleaning up after 
yourself, and to start doing your own wash."

Stacie rose from the bench, finished with her workout, and headed 
toward Dave with a casual smile and saunter.
 
"I didn't know you felt that way."  She tossed the sweaty towel into 
the basket and said, "Is that better?"

"Much better."

She drew her hands up over her head and grabbed the back of the bra 
and drew it over her head, leaving herself bare breasted.  "How `bout 
this then?"

Dave almost choked with disbelief.  He had grown to think of Stacie 
over the years almost as his own daughter and he couldn't deal with 
her disrobing in front of him.

"Stacie, what are you doing he screamed," but he was unable to take 
his eyes from her firm full breasts.  They were truly incredible, 
without the least amount of sagging.

Stacie merely smiled and watched his wide eyes as she grabbed the 
waistband of her shorts and panties and bent to move them slowly over 
her taut muscular legs.

All at once, Dave wanted to run away; yell at her; cover her with 
something, but all he could do was gaze at her naked young muscular 
body.  She moved slowly and seductively toward him causing him to back 
up against the wall until only the clothesbasket separated them.

"Go put some clothes on right now Stacie. This has gone far...."

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a hand grab his crotch 
from underneath the basket.  Against all efforts to control himself, 
he began to respond to the uninvited groping, as she firmly held him 
and massaged his balls and cock through his pants.  He tried to will 
his legs to close, but they refused.  He wanted to yell at her to 
remove her hand, but no words came out; only labored breathing.

She slowly raised her other arm and flexed, once again producing a 
bulging mass of power as she held his crotch firmly.  "You like my 
strong body don't you?  Look at the way I can make my biceps jump.  
Maybe later I will have you feel my body and massage it, but first we 
need to get a few things straight."

She reached into the basket and drew out three pairs of lightly 
stained panties and covered his nose and mouth with them as she held 
him firmly by the balls.  "Now inhale and tell me that you'll gladly 
wash my dirty undies, and that it will give you great pleasure."

The smell of her panties combined with the audacity of the young teen 
telling him what he would do was the final straw and Dave pushed 
against the clothes basket with all his might, causing her to lose her 
grip and fall back.

"That's enough young lady.  I won't have you talking to me like that, 
and you will never ever again either touch me as you did, or put your 
filthy clothing in my face. Understand?"

"Ooooh, I see my Pop has a little spirit left in him even at the ripe 
old age of 36.  Well I'm sorry to say that you don't really have any 
choice in the matter.  I have too much going on with my school and 
sports to start cooking and cleaning, so I expect you to continue to 
fulfil your role."

"I've heard enough young lady, and I don't wish to discuss it further.  
I'm going upstairs to get some work done, and I expect those clothes 
washed and folded before you go to bed tonight. And I never want to 
see you naked again."

David put the basket down at Stacie's feet and started heading for the 
stairs.  As he passed by the young teen she suddenly grabbed an arm, 
stuck a leg out and pushed him firmly so he went crashing face first 
to the lightly carpeted hard floor.  Before he could react, Stacie 
roughly twisted his arm behind his back and put her hand on his face, 
holding him immobile as she sat on his back.

She leaned over until she was five inches from his face and calmly 
said, "Maybe you didn't understand.  I like things as they are, and 
not only that, I think you can service me in other ways too."

David felt her hand go under his pants and undo his belt and unclasp 
his pants.  He strained to buck her off and free himself, but that 
only helped her remove his pants and underwear as he struggled beneath 
her powerful, commanding body.

Turning him over, she grabbed and ripped his shirt, sending buttons 
flying everywhere.  He had never encountered such aggression in a 
female.  His wife and every woman he had ever dated had been the 
passive docile picture of femininity and he had been the one in 
control.  Now he was at the mercy of a powerful young woman who kept 
his arms captive above his head, with only one of her hands.  With her 
other hand she reached between his legs and grabbed hold of his 
crotch, and gave his balls a hard tug and squeeze.  She moved up and 
positioned her young body astride his face, until a muscular leg was 
straddling each side of his head holding it firmly in place. 

"If you know what's good for your balls, you better start licking."

Dave whimpered between her legs as the pain shot through his body.  
"Please Stacie.  Let me go.  I'll do the cooking and cleaning, but 
please don't make me lick you down there."  He had always considered 
oral sex to be disgusting, and now he was given no choice as he saw 
the moist pubic hairs and could actually smell the musky aroma of her 
young body.  Stacie crushed his balls once again causing him to open 
his mouth in a scream.  Before he could close his mouth, she had moved 
up to cover him with her sweaty moist opening.  He had no choice so he 
closed his eyes and tentatively licked a small path at her opening.  
Not satisfied, Stacie drew his legs up towards his head, folded him in 
half and gave his buttocks a hard slap.  "I said lick me."

David new he had no choice as his young stepdaughter held him firmly 
in her grasp.  Slowly he moved his tongue into her moist slit, as 
tears began to form in his eyes, humiliated at being used in such a 
manner; licking a woman where she pees.  Stacie rocked her muscular 
hips up and back and covered his face with her juices and nearly 
crushed his skull as she came to orgasm.  Not satisfied, she reversed 
her position and locked Dave's head once again between her thighs as 
she lay down on top of him, stomach to stomach with her head at his 
crotch.

"Now lick my ass, while I see what your cock tastes like."

Dave cried out and pleaded with Stacie to release him.  The 
humiliation of licking a vagina was nothing compared to having to 
stick his tongue up someone's buttocks.  The tears flowed freer as she 
once again gave his balls a squeeze.  He closed his eyes tighter, and 
gingerly let the tip of his tongue touch her puckered anus.  

Stacie took a firm hold of his cock and slowly squeezed the shaft 
until he once again began to get aroused.  Slowly she moved expertly 
up and down his member, until he found himself rock hard.  Then he 
felt her moist warm lips take in the tip of his member and he gasped 
and forgot that he was being held captive between the ass of a young 
teen.  His tongue involuntarily entered her puckered opening, and 
Stacie moaned and moved her ass so his tongue was halfway into her 
hole.  She grabbed the tip of his shaft to prevent him from coming, 
and he thought he would explode.  As she rocked and used his face as a 
human dildo, it was evident that his only job was to please her.  He 
was merely a tool for his teenaged stepdaughter's lusting young 
powerful body.  She came a second time, but refused to let release his 
load causing his balls to ache further.  It was at that point that 
both of them knew that she owned him, and a mixture of fear and 
excitement coursed through David as he thought about living under the 
same roof with this sexually aggressive muscular teen.

Stacie recovered and rolled off him.  She rose and said "I'm going to 
grab a shower, and after that I'd like dinner and a massage before 
bed.

David watched as she carried her flawless naked body toward the 
stairs, with a sense of awe, lust and fear.  Slowly he raised his 
aching body, looked down, and shook his head as grabbed the basket of 
dirty clothes and headed toward the laundry room.