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)
“Hi Daddy,” she said, grabbing a cookie from the cupboard.
I gargled something unintelligible in reply.
“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t overload on the sugar before class,” she said with a wink. “These don’t have frosting, so I’m okay.”
Then, Mari was out the door with her backpack slung over a shoulder, and I was left with an erection so painful that I immediately went to the bathroom to rub one out. Fantasies of the curvy young woman swam before my eyes, but they can’t put you in jail for thinking a few dirty thoughts, right? Even if they are about your stepdaughter.
But that’s why I don’t intervene when it comes to Mari and her boyfriend. I know that most eighteen-year-olds are sexually active, and I trust Mari to use birth control and to be safe with Benji. The boy’s from a good family too. I’ve known him since he was a child, and the McFaydens run the local bait and tackle shop.
But when the choking noises began, I was alarmed. I dashed up the stairs to the second floor before skidding to a halt in front of Mari’s bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and that’s when I saw it. This wasn’t a CPR moment, nor did it call for the Heimlich maneuver. Instead, Benji was sitting on the bed with his jeans pooled around his ankles with Mari kneeling in front of him. She was facing away from me, but it was clear what was going on: my sassy step was blowing her boyfriend, and he loved it. Low moans rang from the teenage boy’s throat, and his expression was one of sheer ecstasy. But it was his dominance and aggression that surprised me because he had both hands on Mari’s head, and he was pushing down with a lot of force.
Don’t get me wrong because I’m not exactly the most gentle guy in bed either. In fact, I’ve been a lot worse around women, and it’s not pretty. But then again, the ladies I date are in their twenties and thirties, and always up for a good time. Meanwhile my sweet stepdaughter is only eighteen, yet she was being manhandled like a common whore by this boy.
“Ooomph!” she gargled uselessly. “Mmmph!”
Oh shit. Maybe I should burst inside to intervene, but Benji was too fast for me. He pushed her head down again even as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. Then, the boy ejaculated hard, the tendons in his neck standing out as he shrieked his ecstasy to the Heavens.
“Oooh!” he squealed. “Mmm, yeah!”
Mari let out what sounded like a huge burp before swallowing furiously. Then she pulled off the boy’s shaft, choking a bit. I saw how repulsed she was. The teenage girl’s lips were swollen and her chin dripping with male come. Then discreetly, she spat in her hand, as if trying to rid her mouth of a bad taste. But my stepdaughter is a good actress because in the next second, she’d turned back to Benji with a big smile plastered on her face.
“Good luck in the Army,” she chirped. “I suppose this is goodbye.”
“Yes, but this is a wonderful goodbye,” he cooed before leaning down to kiss her. “I couldn’t ask for more.” Then, Benji stood, zipped up his jeans, and began loping to the door. This is where things get confusing because to my shame, I’d been touching myself while watching the scene before me. I know. It’s wrong. I shouldn’t be aroused seeing my sweet stepdaughter give her boyfriend head, but there’s just something about Mari. Maybe it was the svelte curve of her back or the long brown curls tumbling over her shoulders. More likely, it was the depraved sounds she made: the choking, gurgling, and pained moans rising from her chest.
But yes, I was touching myself and I’d ejaculated all over the wooden floorboards outside Mari’s room, forming a huge, slippery puddle. Unfortunately, things happened fast, and I guess I didn’t expect Benji to say goodbye so quickly. I figured there’d be some kisses, a long, drawn-out farewell, and then finally an exit.
But teen boys can be thoughtless. Benji shook himself off, put himself back into his pants, and then headed for the exit. And when he came striding out, it was to see me staring at him with a look of horror. Fortunately, I’d had enough time to tuck myself back in, but not before the teen boy shot me a confused look and then whoops! He slipped and fell right there in my puddle of come.
It’s so wrong, not to mention comical. I rushed forward, but Benji was already letting out an anguished cry as he flailed on the ground, one hand pressed to his lower back.
“Ow ow ow, it hurts!” he squealed. “Ooooh!”
“Oh shit,” I growl. “Are you okay?”