Knocked Up At Home – Part 1 (My Hot Step-Daughter)

I’m Chandu, 39, with a 22-year-old step-daughter, Shravanti, who was getting bi-curious. She wanted to explore a man’s body for some things a lesbian partner cannot provide. Shravanti was a confirmed gay girl since her high school days.

I had caught her scissoring (moving legs back and forth, between another girl’s legs, with both cunts riding on each other’s thighs) her girlfriend when she was just 19. Soon she bought a strap-on dick and got her girlfriend to pop her cherry. Since then, she came out and told her mother about her alternative lifestyle choices.

My wife comes from a very liberal family of doctors, so she was already immune to social backbiting. She was herself a single mother, bearing Shravanti before marriage, and fully supported her daughter’s sexual orientation.

Shravanti was madly in love with her lesbian girlfriend and wanted to start a family with her. Meanwhile, her girlfriend applied to adopt a child.

Shravanti is ultra-feminine with a heart-shaped face and petite features. She has relatively small 34B cup boobs with a 26-inch waist and 34-inch hips.

She maintained her beautiful long hair in butch style long haircut with both sides shaved till the top of her ears. The only jewelry she wore was her ear studs and a septum ring.

To prepare herself for the adopted baby, Shravanti was using a breast pump regularly. One day, when her boobs started giving milk, she came to my study room and asked.

Shravanti: Chandu, can I ask for a favor?

Chandu: Sure, sweetheart, anything for you.

Shravanti: I need your help with breastfeeding until the adopted baby is given to us.

Chandu: I…I don’t know what your mom will say.

Shravanti: You can’t tell her, now don’t back out

So she unzipped her maroon velvet hoodie to show me her porcelain doll breasts. They were small but utterly gorgeous with dark pink nipples. I noticed a prominent rainbow flower tattoo on her chest, below her left collarbone. No man could turn away from that petite body. Who would say no to sucking breast milk from a cute chick?

My job was to suck her tits twice daily, to empty the milk. Shravanti is 5’5” and weighs just about 50 kgs. I made her sit on one thigh, with her feet between my legs. Then I took one soft breast into my mouth, squeezing and sucking. What ensued was a drowsy feeling that overtook both of us.

I got addicted to the warmth and comfort of her bosom. On the third day, after draining both her boobs, she was in a dreamy state. I asked her permission to kiss, and she held my face putting her tongue directly into my mouth.

She was almost hypnotized after kissing a man for the first time. In my perverted stupor, I asked her.

Chandu: Baby, can you also drink my milk?

Shravanti: Stop dreaming, Chandu. You don’t have boobs.

Chandu: I mean my cock milk.

Shravanti: I could try once.

I took out my 6-inch boner and let her handle it. She kneeled between my legs and started sucking. I showed her how to masturbate my penis while giving me a blowjob. She did everything sincerely, but I couldn’t cum so easily with her slow actions. I tried one more option.

Chandu: Baby, the cum won’t shoot out so easily. My penis needs more stimulation.

Shravanti: Ok, tell me how. I’ve never done this before.

Chandu: Can you put it in your cunt to warm it up a bit?

Shravanti lay down on the carpet. I spread her legs and lifted her left leg over my shoulder. She watched as I massaged her pussy and fingered her clitoris to make her wet from inside. Then I took my hard dick and pushed it slowly into her love hole.

The feeling of a real dick sliding into her vagina gave her an electric jolt. She climaxed even before I started fucking. I let her regain her senses and started pumping slowly. She didn’t have any experience to fuck but invited me for kisses with her pouted lips.

I obliged her without expecting much from her. Her ‘peaches and skim milk’ body and big grayish-black eyes were enough motivation for me to keep fucking.

For the first time, the penis was not in her control. A man’s fucking rhythm is uneven, with variation in speed, force, and angle. This new sensation induced another orgasm in her. Then without thinking, I pulled her hair and started fucking rapidly along with sweet talk in her ear.

“Baby, you’re so sexy, be my bitch, and I’ll fuck you every day, baby.” This raw sexual flavor pushed her to yet another shivering climax.

I pulled out and released my cum into her open mouth. She drank every drop and sucked my dick clean. That’s how she became bisexual. She was already into girls and found equal joy in having sex with a man. Shravanti nestled her head in my chest and said.

Shravanti: That was so good, I can’t explain. You crushed me, but it felt nice. I love you, Chandu.

Chandu: I love you, my darling.

The next day Shravanti confessed to her lesbian girlfriend. Her girlfriend never wanted the hassle of adoption if she had a choice, so she called off the baby assignment. The lesbo couple decided to ask me for a sperm donation.

Shravanti: We want to make our own baby.

Chandu: Go for it sweetheart, you have a woman’s body, and no one can stop you.

Shravanti: Ya exactly! Can we use your sperm for AI (Artificial Insemination)?

Chandu: We’re not blood relatives, so you can have my semen, but why bother with AI?

Shravanti: Is there another method?

Chandu: The natural way. Daddy will fuck you!

So we stopped milking her boobs and focused on intercourse. I fucked her at least twice daily and creamed her pussy every time to inseminate her. We kept fucking till her pregnancy was confirmed and 3 months after.

In the eighth month, I had a pleasant surprise. Shravanti was nursing her baby bump when her girlfriend came to stay over. I remembered her as a tall, lanky girl with poker-straight hair till her waist. She used to be an awkwardly shy teenager with a nose ring and a bony body structure with no meat anywhere.

I was shocked at the total transformation when the gorgeous girl in front of me introduced herself as Kaamna. In 3 years, her natural beauty had blossomed to unimaginable proportions, and I ogled at her openly.

To be continued.