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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.
“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 theyareabout 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 thenwhoops!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?”
It’s only then that the door opens fully, and Mari stands there. My stepdaughter looks gorgeous of course, with her face flushed and even a small sheen of come still on her chin. But she takes one look at me, at Benji, and at the mess on the ground, and instinctively knows what just happened. Those brown eyes darken to an almost black as she fixes me with a smoldering look. But then Mari turns away.
“Oh my god, Benji are you okay?”
At this point, the boy’s howling in agony.
“It hurts, it hurts!” he screams. “I think I threw out my back! How will I survive basic training now?”
“It’s fine,” I growl. “Don’t move. Let me call an ambulance and we’ll get you taken care of. Mari, can you get a towel and clean him up a bit? Thanks, hon.”
She stands there for a moment with her hands on her hips, and her cheeks flaming. Hell, even her hair is going to burst into flames because she’s so annoyed at my command. But then Mari turns on one heel and storms away to the bathroom to retrieve a towel of some sort. She knows it’s my come on the floor, and that her boyfriend just injured himself in a pool of my semen. Still, there are worse things to fall in, right? It could be a puddle of urine or toxic waste.
Things moved at light-speed then. The paramedics arrived, and fortunately by then, we’d gotten the pool of semen cleaned up. Even crazier, Benji seemed to have no idea what had fouled him up. I suppose he assumed it was just a wet spot of water because the bathroom is across the hall from Mari’s bedroom, but there was no one taking a shower at the moment. Still, it’s good that he doesn’t suspect because what actually happened is depraved, and he obviously wouldn’t appreciate knowing that Mari’s stepfather has a craving for the pretty brat.
