Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Slowly, I lave my tongue along his length, gently tracing the bottom of his penis while squeezing his sacks with one small hand. Then, I run my tongue in spiraling circles around that hard shaft as Benji begins to pant.
“More,” he gasps. “Ooooh, yeah!”
Already, I can feel the cumshoot at the bottom of his staff begin to pulse. That’s the other great thing about teenage boys: they’re ready to blow in about ten seconds, and my ex is no exception. His hips are already beginning to buck on my narrow twin bed, and his eyes roll back wildly in his head, showing the whites.
“Just a little more,” he pants. “Ooof, oof, oof, yaaaawwwr!”
It happens then. He places both hands on the back of my head and forces my face down so that suddenly, I’ve got that entire eight inch member buried in my throat. Tears spring to my eyes as I choke a bit, but the muffled gargle that comes out of my mouth doesn’t deter Benji at all. The boy is lost in his pleasure and continues to hold my head in place forcefully, feeding me every inch of his dick.
“Mmmph!” he screams, ejaculating hotly into my throat. “Unnnngh!”
I can’t say that his noises are very attractive, although the weird gargling sounds I’m making aren’t exactly ladylike either. But my ex is having a great time as he pulses semen into my tummy, and I swallow furiously, gulping every drop. Fortunately, there isn’t much and within seconds, it’s over. Benji pulls his shaft out from between my lips, and I sit back on my heels, coughing a bit while wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Oh no!” he cries. “Are you okay, Mari? I know I was a little rough.”
I hold one hand up.
“No, it’s okay. I’m fine. I just took one for the team, that’s all. I’m a patriot, and contributing like every good American citizen should.”
“You are,” Benji agrees whole-heartedly. “Thanks again, Mari. You don’t know how much I appreciate this.”
With that, he stands and zips up his pants. Then, the lanky boy strides to my bedroom door and opens it with one last wave.
“Thanks again!” he says with a beaming smile. “We’ll talk later, okay?”
I nod ruefully because obviously, now that Benji’s climaxed, he’s good to go. There’s no need to hang out for conversation because I’m no longer a real girlfriend. But shortly after he exits, I hear a shrill scream and then a horrific crash. Oh my god. Did Benji just go tumbling down the stairs? I hope he didn’t hurt himself too badly, and with a start, I jump up to investigate the catastrophe.
CHAPTER 2
Harris
Running a huge conglomerate isn’t easy, but there are some benefits to being the boss, and one of those is working from home when I feel like it. So I was in my home office, innocently looking over some spreadsheets when the doorbell rang. I could hear the low murmur of voices as Mari let her boyfriend in, and then there was the thump of footfalls as they went upstairs to her bedroom.
I know what you’re thinking: this is the perfect time for me to get out my shotgun in order to threaten the poor kid for despoiling my stepdaughter. But that isn’t the type of relationship that Mari and I have because she’s always had a good head on her shoulders. Even during the divorce from her mother, Mari kept it together. Sure, we were both surprised when Jeanette announced she was moving out, and into the home of Tom Fister (I like to call him Tom Fucker, obviously), but Mari took a deep breath and began planning her future. She asked if she could continue living with me because my house is in a better school district, and of course I said yes. Hell, better me than that fucker Tom Fister. He’d probably put the moves on my sweet stepdaughter as soon as Jeanette had her back turned.
After all, Mari’s gorgeous. She wasn’t when she first moved in, of course. Back then, the girl was an awkward mess of frizzy brown hair, spindly elbows, and scabby knees. Her fashion choices were atrocious because she had a furry phase where she’d wear headbands bedecked with animal ears every day to school. I suppose it was cute enough, but I don’t know how it didn’t violate Oakdale Junior High’s dress code. Fortunately, that phase passed, and soon, my sassy stepdaughter was wearing fuzzy sweaters, tight jeans, and high-heeled boots to school.
Therein lies the problem because the brat filled out, and as a red-blooded man, I couldn’t help but notice. Mari’s got big Double D breasts, a narrow waist, and a round bottom that begs to be spanked. In fact, there was one morning when I almost choked on my eggs when my stepdaughter pranced into the kitchen, bedecked in a white fuzzy sweater that showed off her pierced belly-button, as well as hip-hugging jeans that displayed her sassy ass and thick thighs to their best advantage.