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What Christy Wants, Christy Gets

By: JKLust



I was in the den, scanning the shelves of the media tower, looking for a DVD to play, to while away the night. Normally, on a Friday night, I would be out with my wife, or in bed with her. But, that night, my wife was away on a business trip, leaving me alone in the house with her daughter. That turned out to be a big mistake.

My stepdaughter, Christy, was a cute little minx, who liked to prance around the house in a tank top and short shorts. Every time she bounced by, I got a view of those long, thin, smooth legs, her newly formed round ass, and her delicious perky titties. Her mother kept asking her to cover up, but she yelled back that she was eighteen now, a grown woman who could do what she wanted, and her mother backed down, not wanting to deal with the ball of fury that her daughter could become whenever she didn't get her way.

As I was scanning the shelves of the media tower, Christy sidled up next to me.

"What are we gonna watch, daddy?" she asked.

I turned to answer her, but before I could speak I noticed that her usual skimpy outfit was even skimpier. She was wearing the usual tiny white tank top, pressed tight against her fresh teenage curves, but on bottom, instead of the normal short shorts, she was only wearing pink panties. Soft, silky, satin and lace panties.

"Christy," I said. "You shouldn't wear that."

"Why not?" she snapped back. "This is my house, and I can wear what I want."

"Yeah, but," I reasoned, trying to think of how to tell her she was dressing too sexy, without giving away that I looked at her in a sexual way. "But, you have to know ... when you show skin like that ... it's not appropriate."

"Why isn't it appropriate?" she asked innocently, as she shook her little hips side to side. Oh, she knew what she was doing. She definitely knew.

I couldn't answer her. As I was thinking of what to say, I caught a whiff of her scent. The sweet scent of a woman. I felt the heat emanating from her warm smooth skin, making my temperature rise. My pants started to feel tight, as my erection grew and grew.

Christy looked down, and started to laugh uncontrollably.

"You pervert," she said, pointing at my growing mass.

"I was thinking of your mom," I protested.

"Bullshit," she said. "I'm getting you hard."

"So what if I am getting hard," I replied. "That's why it's not appropriate for you to wear those skimpy clothes."

"Not ... appropriate?" she asked, as she slinked up even closer to me, blasting her scent deep into my nostrils. She pressed her body against mine, grabbed my bulge with one hand, stood on her tip toes, kissed my neck, and made me an offer.

"Tell me you love me more than mommy," she said. "And I'll give you a blowjob."

She smiled, batted her eyes, and looked up at me for a response. I looked down at her adorable young face, and her big pouty lips that were made to pleasure a man. She was wearing bright red lipstick to highlight her beautiful mouth. That had to be intentional. There was no reason why, on a Friday night with nothing to do, she would need to wear makeup in the house. She was wearing green eye shadow too, and rouge that make her cheeks look rosy and fresh. She really dolled herself up for this. The makeup made all the fine features of her cute young face stand out, and the sexiest part had to be those big, bright red, pouty lips. I couldn't help but stare at them. They were so thick and luscious. I needed to know what they felt like around my cock.

I stared at her lips a little longer, and finally said, "Okay."

"Okay?" she asked. "Tell me what I want to hear."

I struggled with the betrayal, not wanting to say it. I hesitated, and stood paralyzed. Christy got tired of waiting. She turned around, wiggling her round ass at me, and started to flounce away. Oh, that ass. It was so beautiful, and she knew it. It was the most voluptuous part of her tight little body, full, developed, and round. Her pink panties were so tiny that they barely covered the top of her ass cheeks, leaving the creamy smooth skin naked and exposed to my view. I couldn't take my eyes off that ass, and my cock was getting harder and starting to hurt.

Ultimately, try though I might to fight the temptation, my needs were stronger than my moral principles. "I love you more than I love your mommy," I called out after her.

"Good daddy," she said. She turned back around, walked right up to me, and dropped to her knees.

I had no idea what she had against her mom, my wife. I heard them argue, of course, but I thought that was typical mother-daughter fighting. I did not know how much Christy hated her mom, wanted to get even with her for something, or prove to herself that she was better. Well, if Christy was going to give pleasure to me out of rebellion against her mom, I wasn't going to refuse.

On her knees, her face right in front of the bulge in my pants, my stepdaughter started to unbuckle my belt. "I didn't know it would be this easy," she teased. "I'm disappointed in you, daddy. I thought you'd put up more of a fight."

"Quiet," I said. "Just keep going."

She unbuckled my belt, and pulled my pants down around my ankles. My large cock sprung up and bounced in front of her face.

"Ooooh," she purred in appreciation, as her eyes widened. "I heard mommy moan every night with you. The walls are so thin. I had to see what made her moan so much. Now I get it." She smiled wide, those big pouty lips spread in delight at the sight of my manhood. She had put on a sexy show for me ever since I moved in, wearing skimpy clothes, giggling, jiggling her body when I was looking and her mom was not. I half suspected that she was trying to entice me, but was never sure, always doubting my instincts. But now I knew.

The whole time, the show was put on for my benefit, and she was playing the part of the sex kitten. Only now, with that smile on her face, she wasn't playing a part anymore. This was genuine happiness. She put her hand around my blood-engorged cock, and smiled even brighter and broader. I could never tell with Christy when she was putting on an act, or what she was really thinking. She was a teenage girl with hormones and emotions and feelings all over the map. But with my cock in her hand, she had just one clear emotion - joy. Christy was born to love large cock.

With her free hand, she brushed her long hair away from her face, over her shoulders. Her full, thick, lush healthy hair cascaded down her back, and I could see a full view of her pretty little face just before she started to pleasure me.

She placed her full, thick, bright red lips around my cock. She moved her mouth up and down the shaft, as one hand jerked the base, and the other hand cupped my balls tenderly. Christy needed no instruction. She had done this before. And it felt amazing.

Not only was the feeling amazing, but also it was a pleasure to look at her pretty face, and to see her broad smile as she joyously bobbed her head up and down, eagerly filling her mouth with my shaft. The base of my cock was in the firm grip of her cute little hand, a hand that was freshly manicured with French tips, glitter, and a tiny heart painted on each nail.

She removed her hand from my balls, and wrapped it around my thighs, pulling me closer to her in a warm embrace. The closeness only heightened our pleasure.

And just when I thought I couldn't feel any better, she unwrapped her arm from my legs, and placed it on my cock in front of her other little hand. Now she had two hands working together, stroking in unison while she swallowed and sucked hard.

It felt so good. I reached down to brush her young, healthy hair. And that's when I noticed it on my left hand. The wedding ring. The symbol of my love, honor, commitment and faithfulness to Christy's mother. I couldn't look at it and enjoy this. It didn't feel right. But I wasn't about to stop what I was doing.

With my right hand, I pulled at the ring on my finger. I was starting to get it loose, when Christy noticed I was distracted. She looked up at what I was doing, and placed her hand on mine.

"No," she said. "Leave it on. I like it."

Well, that was it. What Christy wants, Christy gets. I couldn't say no to her. I kept the ring on, and put it out of my mind.

She continued bringing me to ecstasy. I reached down and brushed my hand tenderly through her hair. Her beautiful hair. Her dangerous green eyes looked up at me. There was love in her eyes, and mischief.

"Do you love this?" I asked.

"Mmmm hmmm," she answered, sliding her warm mouth up and down my shaft. She opened her mouth wide, and swallowed as much as she possibly could, until the tip of my cock tickled the back of her throat. She coughed as she pulled her mouth away.

"I guess I put it in too deep," she said. Christy looked up at me, and gave me a grin and a wink, "I'm sure I'll get better with practice daddy."

"That's okay, baby," I winked back. "Keep going."

She continued. I brushed her hair back, away from her ears, and noticed that she was wearing the diamond stud earrings I bought her for her eighteenth birthday. I remember the day. It was three months ago. We were walking in the mall, her arm was through mine, and she suggested we go into the jewelry store. I wasn't sure about that, but she pressed her cute little head against my shoulder, and pleaded, "Please daddy, we'll just look."

When we got inside the store, she made a beeline straight for the diamond stud earrings. Obviously she looked at them before, and wanted them badly. That's when she laid on the smooth charm that I couldn't resist.

"Daddy, my birthday is a week away, and I really want these earrings. I'd look so cute in them, don't you think? And I know you can afford them. Buying this would be nothing to you. I'd buy them myself, but I can't afford what I want. They don't let teenage girls work jobs that make any money. Please, daddy?"

I knew her mom was going to give me hell if I bought those earrings. She said I spoiled Christy too much as it was. But Christy looked so sweet, cute, innocent, and helpless. I couldn't say no to that adorable face, or those wide eyes, or those cute legs, or that cute butt.

"You're the best daddy!" she squealed, as I pulled out my wallet so I could give the cashier my credit card. My stepdaughter shook in excitement, threw her arms around me, and kissed me on the cheek. The electricity went through me, and my skin burned hot. 

I was right, her mom did give me hell. But it was worth it for just the kiss on the cheek.

And now, I was looking down at the diamond studs that I bought for her. It made me happy, thinking that I bought something that was on her. It made me think that, in some way, she was my possession. And she was making me feel so good, I wanted to own her completely, and cover her with clothing and jewelry that I would buy just for her. How many more gifts could I buy, I wondered, before my wife became suspicious?

She continued sucking. Harder and faster. I grunted in pleasure. She giggled.

"Oh yes," I cried. "Yes yes yes yes." I was enjoying it so much, my hips moved on their own, and I started thrusting inside her mouth. She took me in willingly, hungrily. She stared up at me with love and mischief in her eyes again.

And then she stopped. I was feeling so good, maybe a minute away from climax, and she stopped! What did the brat want now?

"Oh no you're not," she said. "You're not gonna come in my mouth. You're gonna fuck me first."

She stood up, still holding my cock in a firm grip, staring at it and smiling. I brushed her hair back, and held her pretty face in my hands. I turned her face up to me. She stroked my cock while we gazed at each other and smiled. 

"You want me to fuck you?" I asked.

"Mmm hmmm," she intoned, nodding her head.

"I thought you said you were going to give me a blowjob."

"I changed my mind. I want more."

That devious little brat. She probably planned all along to get me excited first, and then switch it up on me. I was far too excited to resist. How could I say no to her now? 

I bent down and kissed her on the mouth.

"Take your clothes off," I commanded.

She did as she was told. First she grabbed her skimpy white tank top by the bottom and pulled it up over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and so I could see those perky titties, standing firm on her chest. Then she slipped out of her tiny panties that barely covered anything.

I peeled off my clothes, stepping out of the pants and boxers that were around my ankles, and pulling off my T-shirt as fast as I could.

"Turn around," I said.

She turned around as told. Her beautiful naked ass was facing me. The round, pert, firm curvy ass on my petite little stepdaughter, was crying out to have my hands on it. I placed my hands firmly on that wonderful ass, for the first time in my life. It made me happy to rub something so perfectly wonderful.

I took her by the hand, and led her to the bar we had set up in the corner of the den. I placed her hands on the top of the bar. I circled back behind her, so that her ass was once again directly in front of me. I grabbed her hips and lifted them up and back, so that I could easily put myself inside her. She turned her head around towards me.

"You'd better not come fast," she declared. "I want to come too, daddy."

My little brat was so demanding.

From behind, I rubbed my cock against her wet, soft pussy lips. Back and forth. Getting harder. She was getting wetter.

I slid my cock in.

"Oh shit," she said. "Oh shit."

It was a tight fit. I'd never been inside anything so tight, wet, warm, and wonderful.

This was a mint condition pussy. Perfect and tight.

She turned her head to face me. She looked deep into my eyes. Her bright green eyes were filled with love, and worship, and devotion.

I knew how much young girls could get attached to a man who fucks them. Especially virgins. I didn't know if Christy was a virgin. I suspected she wasn't, given her forward behavior, but there was always a chance. Regardless, virgin or no, she was young, and bound to be attached to me because I was inside her. I liked that. I wanted her attached to me; she felt so right.

"Tell me you love me, and kiss me," she demanded.

"I love you," I declared. I bent my head down and kissed her deep on the mouth, sticking my tongue inside. Our tongues wrestled with each other, while I was pumping my cock inside her tight, wet pussy. She moaned and squealed.

When our kiss ended, she stared up into my eyes and smiled.

My hands were still squeezing her perfect ass cheeks. She placed her hand on my left hand - the one with the wedding ring on it - and brought my hand up to her perky, firm tit. 

"Squeeze it," she demanded.

I squeezed her tit, as she twisted her upper body around, and gently scratched my hairy chest with her manicured fingernails. She brought her hand up around my neck, and pulled me closer.

"Your shoulders are so broad," she marveled. At the compliment to my masculinity, I thrust inside her even harder. "Oh yes yes yes yes yes," she moaned.

"Ooooh god," I moaned.

It felt so good. I had to make her pussy mine. I was going to give her the best fuck of her life. I pumped harder.

She looked up at me, with the same adoring and pleading eyes she had when she asked me to tell her I loved her and to kiss her. I knew what those eyes meant.

"I love you," I whispered. I planted another deep kiss on her mouth. She purred ecstatically.

I thrust extra hard, and she pulled away from our kiss, splaying herself on top of the bar. She pressed both her hands down to support her weight as I drove deeper and deeper into my tight young stepdaughter.

She panted. Her breathing was quick, shallow, and intense. "Fuck...yes...god," she cried. I pressed my broad chest against her narrow back, grabbed her titties, and pulled her against me as I kept drilling her, my hard pelvis pressing against her soft ass with each stroke.

And then, for a few seconds, her breathing stopped. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and let out a long moaning sigh.

"Aaaahhhhh," she exhaled as her body shook.

I just made my stepdaughter cum. I was so proud of myself. If she was into me before, she was going to be madly in love when this was done. My cock stayed hard, and not even close to cumming, the whole time I was pleasing my little girl. Now it was my turn.

I pulled out, backed her up a few inches, pressed my hand to the back of her neck, and bent her down, down, so her back was level with the floor, she was grabbing onto the edge of the bar, and her beautiful ass was sticking high for my reentry.

I slid in easily, my whole body tingling, my breath half-stopped at the intensity of being inside her.

"Oh my god," she moaned. "Oh my god." I agreed. This was the best I'd ever felt. Christy tried to raise her upper body, but I kept my hand on the back of her neck, holding her down. I'd gotten her into the perfect position for maximum tightness, and I had an unobstructed view of her round, amazing ass, high in the air. I wasn't going to let her ruin it by lifting herself up. The physical stimulation, and visual stimulation, was better than anything I'd imagined during the years that I fantasized about this moment.

Her left leg was shaking. More and more it was shaking. She was starting to lose her ability to stand on her own two feet. She was losing her balance.

"Hold my leg daddy," she pleaded. "I can't... I can't... hold my leg."

I lifted her thin shaking leg, from the back of her thigh, in my strong hand, and pulled it to the side, which widened her pussy and made the tight fit a bit smoother. She spun her body towards me, wrapped her hand around my neck and kissed me on the mouth. This new position decreased the intensity, and holding her shaking leg made it difficult for me to focus on coming. I was going to last a little longer than I planned. A part of me suspected she knew exactly what she was doing, knew that she was making me last longer.

"Thank you daddy," she said. Her eyes lit up as she gazed at me. She nodded her head and smiled. I nodded my head back and smiled, while I was taking long, slow, deep thrusts inside her pussy.

She moaned, and moaned, and whimpered, and whined.

"Oh, I need it. Oh, I need another," she cried. She looked at me with those pleading eyes that I knew so well by now.

"I love you," I said. And I leaned down and gave her another long, passionate French kiss that she loved so much. I smooched those thick, luscious, kissable lips two or three times after I pulled my tongue out. When I pulled my lips away, she smiled up at me. She loved kissing me as much as I loved kissing her. And she knew she had me. She smiled the triumphant smile of a woman who knows she has a man under her spell.

I focused my energy on pumping insider her, hard, while squeezing her leg with one hand, and her ass with the other.

"Oh, fuck," she cried. "Ooooooooooh my god," she moaned lowly. "I love you."

She shook, and then she was still. Content, satisfied. I gave Christy her second orgasm, and I still hadn't cum yet. I was going to fix that right away. The little brat had two orgasms, and I hadn't had any yet. If I didn't come soon, I was going to go berserk and punch a hole in the wall. Nothing was going to stop me from getting my satisfaction now.

I pulled out, grabbed Christy by her hips, pulled her back by a few inches like last time, pinched my hand around the back of her neck and pushed her head down against the bar. Her head was down and her ass was up. Her pussy was ready for me. I pushed deep inside her.

"Mmmmm," she moaned softly. No longer did she have the wild youthful energy from before. Now she was relaxing on the bar, her arms beneath her head, eyes closed, grinning from ear to ear. She was letting me use her body while she stood still, and she was quietly, peacefully, enjoying being used.


What Christy Wants, Christy Gets Ch. 02



It was Saturday morning. Last night I had the best sex of my life with my eighteen year old stepdaughter. We slept in our own separate beds afterwards. She wanted to lay in my arms and cuddle close, as she put it, "in mommy's bed," but I put my foot down. If her mom came home early, and caught us, there would be no way to explain it away.

"Then spoon me on the couch, in front of the TV," Christy said. "If we hear mommy, we can sit up before she sees us."

It seemed like sound logic at the time, so I agreed to it at first. But the moment we were spooning, and I had my arms around my girl, I panicked. I didn't trust myself to wake up, should her mom come home early. So I stayed awake, eyes half open, fighting the urge to sleep, until I heard my baby's slow, steady breathing. After half an hour, I slowly, cautiously unwrapped myself from her, saddened that I wasn't going to feel her warm soft skin against mine for the rest of the night, and I crept up to my bed.

Now it was Saturday morning, and I woke with a start as Christy jumped on the bed.

"Wake up daddy!" she shouted. That ball of energy was giddy and bouncing, playful as a puppy whose master had just come home. She was wearing a short pleated red skirt, and a tight pink T-shirt with the words Love Pink emblazoned across the chest. She fell to her knees, right next to where I was laying. Even on her knees, she was still bouncing with a barely-restrained enthusiasm.

"Let's do it again," she said.

"I don't know, sweetheart..." I began.

"Daddy, you promised!" she pouted. I hated to see her pout. "Last night, you promised you would fuck me whenever mommy wasn't home. Remember? You promised."

"Yes, sweetheart. I remember."

She looked at me, with big, sad, pleading eyes, waiting for me to honor my word.

"Okay, baby," I said, and Christy wriggled with joy. "But not here," I continued. "What if your mom comes back?"

"Mommy didn't come back last night. She doesn't get back until tomorrow night. We didn't cuddle in bed last night because you were so worried. You can make it up to me now. I want you to fuck me in mommy's bed."

"No," I was firm. "We're going somewhere else."

She could see in my face that my word was final. If she wanted to fuck today, it would have to be somewhere else. And I could see in her face that this wasn't the last time she would ask. One way or another, she was determined to have me fuck her in mommy's bed, even if it wasn't going to be today.

"Okay, daddy. We can go to a motel. How about we go ..." and she proceeded to describe a motel in a distant part of the city, far from anyone either of us knew. Christy knew the name, the exact location, and how much it would cost. How she knew these things I didn't know, and I didn't want to know.

"Great," I said. "I'll get dressed." I pulled her head down to mine, and kissed her on the mouth, tasting the sweet honey of her lips. My heart was racing, and I was getting stiffer right then. Christy put her hand on my cock, and could feel how hard I had gotten so quickly. I pushed her back, before we got carried away, jumped out of bed, and started putting on my clothes.

As I was changing my underwear, Christy saw my full erection, bobbing up and down like a springboard. She squealed, and laughed.

I finished getting dressed, grabbed her by the elbow, and said, "C'mon, you bad girl."

"Say it," she ordered me.

"Say what?" I asked.

She looked at me with pleading eyes. The events of the night before came flooding back to my mind, including what those eyes meant. She wanted to hear one specific phrase.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too daddy!" she exclaimed. "Let's go."

- - -

We drove to the motel. Christy was in the passenger seat, humming to herself, dancing in her seat to a song only she could hear in her head. I was lost in my own thoughts, excited about all of the pleasure I was about to receive, happy to know we wouldn't get caught.

Christy turned to me, the familiar mischievous glint in her eye.

"Can I see your dick?" she asked.

"I'm driving."

"I just want to see it."

"You saw it earlier this morning. And you'll see it again in fifteen minutes."

"But I want to see it now!" she whined.

How could I say no to that face?

"Okay fine," I said. 

She happily unbuckled my belt buckle, unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down the zipper, slowly, teasingly, and reached in through the hole in my boxers. She pulled out my hard rod, which was ready for her since she first jumped on mommy's bed this morning.

"Oooh, there it is. Hello," she said to it. "It's so unfair of daddy to keep you hidden, isn't it? Did you miss me?"

She looked up at me. "He said he missed me," she told me.

"Did he? Well, he's telling the truth."

"I missed him too," she said, and then she started to lower her head down onto my cock.

"Wait," I said. "That's distracting. What if I get into an accident? What if a cop pulls us over."

"What if ... what if ..." she mimicked, in as nasal and cowardly a voice as she could muster. "Daddy, you're not going to get into an accident. And if a cop pulls us over, what's gonna happen? You'll get a ticket and pay it. I'm over eighteen, and our IDs have different last names, so you're not gonna go to jail. Now relax," she said soothingly.

She can be really persuasive, I thought to myself, as she made her way down into my lap.

She slid her mouth over my ready and eager cock, sending a jolt of ecstasy through my body.

"Mmmm," she moaned. She pulled her mouth away. "You taste so good daddy, just like last night." She continued to pleasure me.

I looked down, and noticed that her long, shiny, healthy hair was tied into a ponytail, held in place by a scrunchy that I bought her one time, three years ago, when she was fifteen, and I had only just met her a few months previously. We were at the mall, she pointed to it and squealed, "Can I have it daddy?" and I bought it. It was only a couple of dollars, and it brought her so much joy. She still wore it to this day, and it made me happy to see even a small part of her dressed in a gift I bought her. The scrunchy wasn't nearly as expensive as the diamond stud earrings I bought her three years later. And her mom's reaction to the two gifts was very different - polar opposite even. She loved that I bought Christy a scrunchy that made her so happy, and felt it was good that her daughter and her new husband-to-be were bonding. But when I bought Christy the diamond stud earrings three years later, for a week her mother yelled at me for spoiling the girl with something so expensive.

And now I was looking at the first gift I ever bought my little princess, the rainbow-colored scrunchy that held her beautiful shiny hair in a neat ponytail, keeping her hair out of her face while she gave me an thrilling blowjob on our way to a seedy motel on the other side of town.

We pulled into the motel parking lot, and parked. I was right at the edge of climax, and just needed Christy to suck for ten more seconds, when she pulled her mouth off. She knew I was close. She had to know by the sounds I was making, by my body tensing up, by the way I was stroking her hair less tenderly and more intensely. And yet she pulled up anyway.

"We're here!" she cheered.

"Keep going baby. Daddy's so close."

She went back down to finish the job. Just before putting her lips around my shaft, she looked up at me, her cute face with those big green saucer eyes, proud eyes which asked me "I'm doing a good job, aren't I daddy?"

She was so adorable, and I was so stimulated, that even though her mouth wasn't around my cock, just looking at her cute face made me cum. I spewed my sticky juice all over her adorable little face, and spewed some on the dashboard and the steering wheel too.

"Daddy," she scolded. "You just came everywhere. And I wanted that in my mouth." She tried her best to pout and look angry, but I could tell that she was pleased. She smiled the moment I first started cumming. I could see it in her eyes - she loved watching me cum.

"Don't worry baby," I reassured her. "I'm building up plenty more for you."

Christy wiped her face with her Love Pink T-shirt, dabbing the corners of her mouth like she had finished a meal at a fine dining establishment. She took off her shirt, leaned her tight little body over me, and wiped the steering wheel and dashboard clean. She brought the shirt right up against her nose, inhaled deeply, and said, "Mmmm. Smells like daddy."

She put her sticky shirt back on, and we walked into the motel lobby.

Behind the bulletproof glass stood the manager of the establishment, a grizzled old man with unkempt grey hair and a week of stubble. He was skinny all around except for an oversized gut. He looked like a man who had seen it all and no longer cared. The lines on his face showed that he had spent his entire life scowling.

"Names," he asked gruffly.

"John Smith," I said.

"Mary Smith," Christy bubbled.

"Hmm," the man said. "It seems that everyone's named Smith. Do you have ID?"

"ID?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Can't rent a room without seeing ID. It's a state law."

"Um ..." I started to stammer.

"Just kidding," he said. "This ain't the Hilton. Mr. and Mrs. Smith, you're in Room 8."

He brought out a key from under the counter, and before placing it on the tray to slide it to us under the bulletproof glass, he said, "That'll be fifty dollars. Cash or credit?"

"Cash," I said, as I pulled out my wallet.

"What a surprise," he replied.

I placed the cash in the tray and slid it over to him. After counting the money, he slid me the key, saying, "Enjoy your honeymoon."

What an attitude that guy had, I thought to myself as we walked out of the lobby and to the stairs outside that would take us to Room 8. Well, attitude is a small price to pay for what I was about to get.

Christy walked up the steps in front of me, giving me a full view up her short little red pleated skirt. I had an eyeful of firm and tender thighs leading up to white cotton panties. A gust of wind blew just as we were getting to the top of the stairs, and it blew the back of her skirt, making it puff out, exposing her beautiful round little ass for me. This was meant to be. Even the wind was on my side today.

We entered the room, and it was exactly as I pictured a seedy motel room would be. A cheap queen sized bed in the middle of the room, sheets that may or may not have been washed this month, a tiny bathroom off in the corner, and light switches that lit up only half the bulbs in the room.

I loved it.

It was so cheap and tawdry. It made me feel all the more excited about how wrong this was.

Christy must have felt the same way, because before I could even say one word to her, she had torn off her Love Pink T-shirt, her red skirt, and her shoes, leaving her naked except for her tiny white cotton panties. She pushed me up against the wall, and lifted up my shirt.

"Off," she commanded.

I obeyed her orders gladly. I quickly pulled my T-shirt off, and threw it across the room.

She pressed her finger against my chest, and she slid it in an S-shape down my torso, past my stomach, down to my pelvis.

"Such a firm body," she said.

She was being kind. I kept myself in good shape, but the only truly firm body in the room belonged to Christy. She looked like a goddess in her prime wearing only those thin cotton panties, and she stood tall and proud knowing just how sexy she was.

I exhaled deeply, trying to remain calm as her warm, tight, young naked flesh pressed against me and made my heart race. Her hand, which she so delicately drew down to my pelvis, was now against my pants, cupping my expanding package. She stood on her tip toes, leaned in, and gently kissed and nibbled on my neck. Her hot breath on my skin, her fresh youthful healthy scent, sweeter than any flower, her desire for me, made my body burn.

She nestled her head into the crook of my neck. "Your stubble is so sexy," she said. "Like a man. I'm so happy you didn't shave this morning."

She pressed both hands against my chest. "Such firm pecs," she said. And slowly, gracefully, she drew both hands down, as she crouched down and knelt in front of me.

"I want to taste you again," she said. "I didn't get enough in the car."

I felt like I won the lottery. I had a young, tight girl who enjoyed the taste of my cock. What more could any man ask for in life?

She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my top button, and unzipped my fly, just like she did in the car, and like she did the night before. She was getting to be an expert at removing my pants.

She pulled out my hard cock, which was ready for action like nothing at all had happened in the car. With Christy's mom, one ejaculation per day was plenty. But Christy inspired me in a way her mom just couldn't.

She put her wet and hungry mouth around my cock, and sucked up and down, so skillfully. She pulled her mouth away, and looked up at me. "I can taste your cum, from before, daddy. Yummy," she said, and then continued to service my needs. She was taking her time, savoring it. She sucked up and down on it, licked the sides, licked the tip, licked it underneath, from the bottom of the shaft to the head, like it was a long, sweet candy cane. She did everything slowly and smoothly. We had all day and night in this motel. There was no need to rush anything at all. She would look up from time to time, her large green eyes asking, "Am I doing this right daddy? Do you like this?" I would stroke my hand through her soft, luxuriant hair, and smile back, so she knew just how wonderful it felt.

I grunted my pleasure and appreciation, when she took me into her mouth, as much as could fit inside, and suckled and suckled, like a baby hungry for milk. She wrapped both hands around the base, while still slowly moving up and down with her mouth, and I slumped over in a relaxed exhale from the heavenly sensations running through my body.

But it wasn't enough. It was too slow for me. I was getting aroused more and more, but I didn't want to come like this. A blowjob wasn't going to satisfy me. I wanted to be inside her.

With a quick violence I reached down, grabbed her skinny upper arms, and lifted her up. It was easy to raise her so fast. She was so light, I was so strong, and she was not expecting the sudden move on my part. She gasped with fright and delight at the way I was starting to manhandle her. I pulled her close against me, and forced my mouth onto hers. She closed her eyes and grinned from ear to ear as I wrapped my strong arms around her tiny frame, one arm supporting her neck, the other around her waist. She fell onto me, her arms around my neck, her legs no longer supporting her as she let me hold her close.

I reached down with both hands and squeezed those beautiful ass cheeks, the sexiest part of my stepdaughter's body. I could not believe it took me so long to touch them, and once I did, I lost all control of myself. I needed to be inside her instantly.  

I lifted her up under her arms and threw her onto the bed. She gasped at being suddenly thrown, when just a moment before she was sinking into a deep kiss. But it's dangerous to walk around with an ass like that. No man can touch it and then resist the urge to immediately take her. I certainly couldn't resist.

I pulled off my shoes and pants, and jumped onto the bed, causing the cheap and overused mattress springs squeak under my weight. I landed on my knees in front of her. She already had her legs spread wide open, and was laying back, a blissful smile on her face, eyes closed, arms behind her, waiting to be taken.

I knelt before my precious angel, my stiff cock pointed straight up, ready to plant itself inside. I caressed her legs, sliding my hands up the length of her thighs and onto her hips. I bent down and gently kissed the nipples of Christy's small and perky titties. She writhed with each kiss. I pressed my full weight on top of her, and bit into the side of her neck, making her moan in ecstasy. I ran my face up and down her body, smelling each inch like an animal exploring its mate. I pinned her arms down to the sides, and suckled on her nipple harder, and harder. She writhed from side to side, only restrained by my weight holding her down.

"Use me daddy!" she screamed. "Use me daddy!"

I dove onto her mouth for a long, deep, passionate kiss. I released my grip on her wrists, and she ran her fingers through my hair. My cock was pressed up hard against her white cotton panties, looking for a way in, a way past that barrier.

I slid down, grabbed her panties from the sides, and pulled them off her legs. I moved my face up against her pussy, which smelled fresh, clean, and delicious. I was just about to lick her. But she stopped me.

"No, daddy. I'm so wet. I'm so ready. Do that another time. I want you to make love to me. Now."

I was a little disappointed. I had wanted to taste that pussy for years. And I was excellent at giving oral pleasure to a woman. I wanted to show her how skilled I was, and bring her higher than she'd ever been. But it would have to wait just a little bit longer. Christy wanted me to make love to her, and that's exactly what she was going to get.

I grabbed her naked legs and spread them wide. She was so flexible. Much more flexible than her mom. I was breathing heavy now. My skin was on fire, and I was practically growling. Christy's eyes widened in surprise at seeing my masculine power right above her, ready to take.

"Daddy," she said, putting her hand up against my cock. "Do it slowly."

"Of course," I assured her. I calmed down the fire, and resolved to ease Christy into our day of passion. We'd had sex the night before. Then, it was hard and fast right from the start. But today, she wanted it long, slow, and sensual. And I was going to give her exactly what she wanted.

I rubbed the tip of my cock against her wet, slippery pussy. Up and down, tingling myself and my girl. Christy's head was up, watching me handle my cock against her. I slid the tip inside, just an inch. At that, she leaned her head back, exhaled slowly, closed her eyes, and smiled.

"Oh daddy," she moaned.

I planted my fists on either side of her, as I slid my cock deeper and deeper into her. Slowly, gently, like she wanted.

"Oh god," I grunted. Just like last night, it was warm, wet, and tight. I lowered my weight onto her, and embraced her. She wrapped her arms around my broad upper back, and wrapped her thin, flexible legs tight around my lower back, her arms and legs pressing me harder onto her small, soft female body.

We were in a warm lover's embrace, my cock filling her pussy deeper with each stroke, each of us groaning, grunting, moaning, humming with joy as I slowly glided back and forth inside.

"Oh my god your dick feels so good in my pussy," she moaned.

I kissed her cheek. I kissed her neck. Her eyes were still closed and her body was still as she absorbed the pleasure I was giving.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned.

Finally, after long patient waiting, I pulled nearly all the way out and glided the full length of my cock inside her.

"Oh!" she squealed in a high pitch voice I never heard before. She let go of me with her arms and legs, and shook with each new long thrust. I was still moving slowly, taking my time, filling her gently, driving her wild.

"Oh, go faster, go faster!" she ordered me. I knew it was only a matter of time before she would want a fast, hard drilling. She only wanted me to start slow, and build up to more. Now she was ready for the power I could drive into her.

I sped up the tempo, making her writhe, moan, squeal, and shake. Our bodies were pressed fully together, our eyes were locked, and a broad smile was on her face.

I pumped harder and harder, as she grabbed onto the back of my shoulders, breathing heavier and heavier.




What Christy Wants, Christy Gets Ch. 02



"You're so good!" she shouted. "So good!"

She puckered her lips for a kiss. I kissed her deeply, as I pounded harder and harder, bringing both of us closer to coming. She reached her hands down to my ass and pulled me in hard with each stroke, and felt my full force each time.

She pulled away from our kiss, and looked up at me with a look I knew all too well. The look of needing to hear that I loved her. I was about to say it, but she spoke first, between short, hard breaths.

"Do you love me?" she cried.

"Yes."

"Really?" she asked.

"Really," I answered.

"Really really?" she asked again, the need, desperation, and urgency apparent in her voice.

"Really really," I swore. I smiled and kissed her again. "Really really." I kissed her on the mouth, over and over. She reached up, her arms around my neck, and smooched me on my mouth right back, again and again. The whole time I was pumping my cock inside her, hard, fast, so close to coming.

"Mommy doesn't feel this good, does she?" Christy asked.

"Nope," I answered, completely honest, a great big smile on my face as I felt her pussy tighten around my engorged cock, so ready to come.

Again she squealed the high pitch tone I'd never heard before. She was screaming loud, grabbing on to my arms.

"Oh my god! I'm gonna come!" she screamed.

I wanted to come so badly. But knowing that Christy was so close, I couldn't leave her unsatisfied. I held back my orgasm for Christy's pleasure. Snorting like a mad bull, I drove my cock deep into her pussy, and pulled back and forth with quick thrusts to stimulate her. Her arms flailed, grabbing anything her hands landed on - the sheets, my arms, my back. Her firm flexible legs shook out and in. The back of her head was buried deep into the mattress, her torso was arched up directly against my chest, her eyes were staring straight at a fixed point a thousand feet in the air that only she could see, and her mouth was open and slack-jawed as she shook over and over. Her body kept twitching, jerking, and shaking for twenty seconds as she screamed over and over "Oh my god oh my god oh my god."

Finally, she slowed her breathing and lay still.

"Oh yeah." I said, proud of myself for bringing her such a sustained and intense climax.

After a moment, she looked up at me.

"Come inside me daddy! Come inside my tight little pussy! I'm tightening it for you."

I didn't need to be told twice. I was ready to come deep inside. Her already tight pussy squeezed even tighter around my cock, and I drilled my last final long hard thrusts inside her before I exploded. I filled her wet, gushing pussy with all the sperm I had built up inside.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "So warm." She wrapped her thin little arms around me.

I pulled out, and we cuddled, lying flesh to flesh on a cheap, creaky bed in a dingy motel. I was lying on my back, and she was on her side, laying in my arms, while I played with her hair.

This was the second time in two days that I came inside my stepdaughter without any protection. I had no idea if she was on the pill or not. And I didn't care. If she was on the pill, then great. We could fool around all we wanted without her getting pregnant. If she was not on the pill, and got pregnant, then maybe I'd get to keep her. Either way, I was fine with it.

What I wasn't fine with was what I was doing to her poor sweet mother, my wife. I made a vow to her, and now I was betraying her. I couldn't help but feel I was doing something wrong. Christy must have seen the look on my face, because she stroked my hair, and spoke soothingly.

"You look guilty," she said. "Don't feel guilty daddy. Everything we do is ok because we love each other. Right?"

All those lessons her mom taught her about sex, love, and boys started coming back to me. I was often in the room when her mom talked to her about these things.

Christy's mom would say to her, "You shouldn't have sex with a boy, unless he really, really loves you. And you really, really love him. Otherwise, it's no good. And he might leave you right after using you if he doesn't love you. So make sure you two are in love first. Your stepfather and I, we love each other very much, and that's why we can, uh, do what we do together."

"Mom!" Christy would cry at this point, embarrassed to talk about these things with her own mother and stepdad.

But somehow, the lesson, or some version of it, stuck. It was ok to do it if you were in love.

She asked again, since she saw I was lost in thought. I could see she was getting nervous. She needed my reassuring, comforting reply to make it all right.

She repeated, "What we're doing is ok, because we're in love, right?"

I pulled her close to me, brought my lips to her ear, and whispered, gently, "Right. It's ok. Because we're in love."



What Christy Wants, Christy Gets Ch. 03



It was Sunday night. Christy's mom, who was also my wife, was coming back from her business trip. I fucked my eighteen-year-old stepdaughter, Christy, for the first time Friday night, and we screwed like rabbits all day Saturday in a cheap motel. Christy wanted to keep fucking me all day Sunday, but I told her no. I had to save up something for her mom. If I didn't give my wife, Sarah, some good hard energetic sex, she would get suspicious.

"But I want more daddy!" Christy protested earlier that day.

"No. And that's final young lady," I told her. "Your mom has needs too. Now you're just gonna have to wait."

Sometimes, you have to be strict with your stepdaughter.

Christy and I drove together to pick her mom up from the airport. Christy's wandering hand kept reaching over the console, onto the bulge in my pants that she loved to touch so much. I kept pushing her hand away. We couldn't engage in any horseplay. It wouldn't be fair to her mom.

"I thought I told you no, not today," I reminded her.

"No fair," she whined.

"Fair or not, that's how it is."

She realized her complaining wasn't getting her anywhere, and she changed her tactics.

"Daddy," she beamed a smile at me and raised the pitch of her voice, making it as girly and cute as possible. "Remember the ride to the motel? Let's do that again."

My heart beat faster and I couldn't hold back a smile. Of course I remembered the ride to the motel. It happened just a day earlier. Christy sucked me off while I was driving, and when we got there, I came all over her adorable little face. That was fun, and I would have loved to do it again. But we were about to see her mom, and it would have been hard to explain to Sarah why there was cum on her daughter's face.

"We'll do it again," I assured my baby girl. "Just not now."

"So not fair," she folded her arms and looked away, pouting.

We arrived at the airport, and my wife was waiting for us waiting at the curb with her luggage. Christy and I got out of the car, and we both gave her a big hug. I kissed her and told her how much I missed her.

That night, at the dinner table, I couldn't follow a single word either Sarah or Christy were saying. How could I pay any attention? Even though I never really could, now I definitely couldn't focus on my wife's words. When Sarah told us how her trip went, I just encouraged her with "Uh huh" and "hmmm" and "you don't say," always trying to figure out the proper facial expression to keep her going and to keep her from suspecting anything. Since that was my usual contribution to our conversations, Sarah was blissfully unaware that her daughter had her cute little leg pressed against mine under the table.

It was a crazy scene, my stepdaughter on one side of me, the touch of her leg exciting me, while on the other side, Sarah had her hand on my other leg, squeezing it, smiling at me, giving me every indication of what she wanted to do to me later. I smiled back at Sarah, trying my best not to notice her dry hair, her split ends, her thick glasses, the wrinkles around her mouth when she smiled. Sarah was far from old, not yet even middle-aged, but she was starting to show the signs of getting older. On the other side of me, it was hard to keep my eyes away from Christy, whose skin was so fresh and smooth, whose hair was so shiny with a bounce whenever she turned her head. I really didn't want to judge Sarah so harshly, but I couldn't help it. There was just no comparison between the women on either side of me. One was halfway through her sexy years, and the other was just getting started.

Out of the blue, Sarah squeezed my leg even tighter. She moved her hand up, up my thigh, and felt my rock hard erection. She was obviously pleased, and had no idea that she played only a small part in getting me there. With desire in her eyes, she said to me, "I'm tired honey, take me to bed. And Christy," turning to her daughter, "you take care of the dishes, okay?"

"Yes mom," Christy reluctantly agreed.

We walked up the stairs and into our bedroom, man and wife. I undressed her to her underwear and lay her down on the bed, under the covers. I undressed myself down to my boxers and climbed into bed with her, ready to give my wife the proper servicing she deserved, with a little something extra to ease my guilt. When I reached my hand against her soft cheek to caress her, I noticed that her eyes were closed, and she was fast asleep.

"I suppose she really was tired," I thought to myself. "Maybe it was the jetlag."

I spent the next half hour wide-awake in the dark, too excited to fall asleep, not sure what I should do about it. I tried nudging Sarah awake, but it was no use. She was out like a light. Every time I tried to paw her breasts, she groaned, kept her eyes closed, and swiped at me.

Typical, I thought to myself. This was so like Sarah. Even when she held out the promise of wild sex, she rarely delivered.

I was lying there, stewing in frustration, when the bedroom door opened. The light from the hallway shined in, and, lit from behind, the Christy was standing under the doorway. She was wearing only her cream-colored satin bra and panties, nothing else. She leaned against the door jamb with one hand, and twirled her long black hair with the fingers of her other hand, teasingly. She bent just one knee, pushing her hip out to the side. She stuck out her chest and ass, accentuating her tight young curves. This was obviously a well-practiced seductive pose. And it worked. I was seduced.

"Hi dad," she said.

As hot as she was, and as much as I loved the sight of her, I motioned for her to go away. If Sarah woke up, it would be very hard to explain to her why her daughter was wearing nothing but a bra and panties, posing in the doorway like a streetwalker. Christy was in enough trouble with her mom for her usual habit of wearing tight tank tops and short shorts. But at least you can wear those outside in public, skimpy as they are. Her virtually see-through underwear, on the other hand . . .

She stretched one of her sexy legs forward, and ran her hand up her body.

"Do you like what you see daddy?"

I whispered as softly and harshly as I could, "Quiet. You'll wake up your mother."

"No I won't daddy," she said, as she slinked forward, crossing one leg in front of the other, swaying her hips with each step. "I put a sleeping pill in mommy's wine. She'll be asleep all night."

"You what?" I asked. "But . . ."

"I told you that I needed daddy, but you wouldn't give me any," she explained. She made her way to the bed, slipped her hand under the covers, and ran her fingers up my leg.

"Let's go to another room," I said.

"No," she replied. "Here. It'll be fun."

"But your mom," I protested.

"I already told you, she's not waking up," she said. And to prove her point, she started shouting. "Mommy, wake up! The house is on fire!" Sarah didn't move. Christy climbed onto the bed, stood up, and jumped up and down. "Mommy, wake up! Daddy's fucking me!" And still Sarah didn't move. She was not going to wake up for anything.

Finally, as a last test, Christy placed herself between me and Sarah, and started shaking her mom. "Mom! Wake up!" Sarah groaned, and swiped at her daughter, like she did when I tried to paw her earlier. But the whole time Sarah stayed asleep, eyes shut.

"See, daddy. But we'll be quiet, just in case," she assured me.

It was clear by just how comatose Sarah was that Christy had given her more than one regular sleeping pill. "How many sleeping pills did you give her?" I asked, concerned.

"Enough," was all Christy answered, and she lifted the covers off me. With the covers gone, Christy saw all she needed to know that she had me. My cock had made its way through the hole in the front of my boxers, and was pointing straight up.

"I love it when you get hard for me," she squealed, stroking it. "Tell me, daddy, when we were having dinner, and my leg was rubbing up against yours, did you get hard for me then?"

"Yes, baby."

"Hard for me, and only for me?"

"Yes, baby."

She got up on all fours, and crawled down the bed. She placed her knees between my legs, and her hands on either side of my hips. Her ass was pointing straight up in the air, the arch of her smooth back curved down from her ass, and rose up again to her head, which was right in front of my straight, hard cock. She kissed it, and blew softly on it.

Before she began, she rose to her knees and removed her bra, showing me her exquisite, firm titties, and, biting her lower lip and letting out a soft laugh, she pulled off her panties, down to her knees, and then lifted one leg at a time to remove her panties entirely. The scent of her pussy filled my nostrils, and I gazed at the beautiful young slit that made me so happy.

She tugged at my boxers. "Off," she said. I immediately lifted my hips and pushed my boxers off.

My stepdaughter, still kneeling between my legs, grabbed my naked cock with both hands, stared at it, and licked her lips. She dove down and swallowed my hard rod, making me moan loudly before I remembered where I was.

I looked over to Sarah, worried that I just woke her up, but she was too far gone into dreamland. She was clueless about the fact that her own daughter was sucking off her own husband in their marital bed, right next to her.

And, oh, it felt so good. She treated my cock like it was a treasure, sucking on it like my pleasure was the only thing in the world that mattered. Up and down she went, her long soft hair brushing against my skin. The light from the hallway made my cock glisten with Christy's spit. And Christy's eyes, always so devious and bright, sparkled in the dim light of the bedroom.

I stroked Christy's hair, and hoped that I could feel this way the whole night. She looked up at me and smiled. She lifted her pretty face up from my cock, took her hand off, and straddled me across my thighs. She didn't have to say another word. I knew what she wanted. But she spoke anyway.

"I need daddy in me," she said.

On her knees, slowly she inched her way up my body, until her delicious pussy was right over my cock.

"Are you wet?" I asked.

"I always get wet when I suck you," she answered.

She placed one hand over my heart, and with the other hand she guided my rod to the entrance of her warm, wet pussy. Gently she sat down on it, letting out a long gasp of pleasure as she slid all the way down. She placed her hands on my shoulders, and I cupped my hands around her soft, beautiful ass cheeks.

She leaned forward, bringing her face an inch from mine. We stared into each other's eyes as Christy rode up and down. Her tight pussy felt so smooth on her way down, and so tight as she lifted her ass up. She was milking my cock with every little movement of her hips.

Louder and louder she moaned. I squeezed her ass, her hips, and the outside of her soft thighs as she transported herself to greater and greater ecstasy. My cock was getting thicker inside her, pressing against her walls, ready to explode.

Christy leaned down next my ear, and whispered, "I want your cum daddy. I want it bad."

That was all it took. With a powerful thrust up, I sprayed everything I had inside my stepdaughter's sweet pussy. With each twitch of my throbbing cock, Christy squealed. She reached one hand down and played with her clit, tickling it back and forth as I continued to fill her up with my sperm.

She collapsed her body on top of mine, still keeping one hand at her clit. Her hot, sweaty skin was pressed against mine. Her fingers played furiously against her sensitive nub. She wrapped her free arm around my neck, and whispered, "Keep your dick in me daddy. I'm about to come."

She grinded her pussy against my still-hard cock, gyrating her hips while rubbing her clit. Her breath was hot in my ear as she moaned. "Oh daddy. I'm coming," she whispered. She shook all over. And then, she was still.

Christy brought her hand up from her pussy, and tenderly stroked my cheek with the back of her fingers. She gazed into my eyes and kissed me on the mouth. She sat up on me, her pussy lips still around my softening cock.

"I love you daddy," she said.

"I love you too pumpkin."

At that moment, Sarah rolled over in her sleep towards me, and started caressing my shoulder. Christy and I exchanged a dirty conspiratorial smile. We tried to stifle our laughter, but we couldn't help ourselves. I chuckled, and Christy giggled, as we shared this inside joke at her poor mom's expense. Christy's lips widened in a mischievous grin.

"Mommy loves you too," she said.

Christy pulled up off of me. My cum dripped out of her pussy, onto her thighs, and onto my cock. She lay down next to me, on the other side from her mom. "Now I want to cuddle," she demanded.

"We can't do that sweetie," I said. "Your mom is gonna wake up sooner or later. We can't cuddle. You need to go back to your room."

"That's not fair," she whined. "Mommy gets to cuddle and I don't."

"That's how it is," I explained. "This is a tricky situation. Now you have to go back to your room."

She looked at me, hoping I would change my mind, but she could see I was firm. "Okay, fine," she pouted. "But I'll get my cuddles later, right?"

"Right."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Christy slid off the bed, saw her bra and panties on the floor, and bent over at the waist to pick them up, showing me her full round ass one last time. She put her undergarments back on, her beautiful backside to me the whole time.

As she walked away, I gazed at her from behind. Her body was the shape of a new, healthy woman - a narrow waist with wide hips and a round ass, advertising her fresh fertility. I knew I had to have her again. And soon.

As if reading my thoughts, just before she walked out the door, she turned her head around, smiled, and said, "If you want more, you know where to find me daddy."

Well, I did want more, but it would have to wait until another time, when her mother wasn't in the house with us. And the next time, I would be sure to punish Christy for drugging her sweet, trusting mother.

I looked over at Sarah, sleeping peacefully, with a smile on her face, oblivious to the betrayal that had just taken place right next to her. I gently removed her hand from my shoulder, got up out of bed, put on my boxers, and walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind me.

I took a shower, washing myself thoroughly to make sure Christy's scent was off me. I dried off and crawled back into bed next to my wife, who was still happily snoozing away. I checked Sarah's pulse, just to make sure I didn't have to call for an ambulance. It was 60 beats per minute, which seemed about right. I told myself I was going to stay up all night and watch Sarah, just in case she stopped breathing, but my eyelids were heavy from cumming so hard in my stepdaughter. Within moments, I fell fast asleep, exhausted, satisfied, and happy.

- - - - -

The next morning, Sarah woke me up with a kiss on the cheek.

"Morning, honey," she said. "I must have gone right to sleep. I had no idea how tired I was."

"Yeah," I agreed. "You were out like a light."

"I'm sorry baby," she apologized. She started stroking my penis. "Were you frustrated all night?"

"No, I took care of it." I said. 

Sarah pressed herself closer to me, and started nibbling my neck. She sniffed my hair. She pulled away and looked at me, surprise and confusion written plainly on her face. She sniffed again. She sniffed my hair one last time, deeply, and then she smelled my skin.

"Oh god," I thought. "This is it. She's on to me. She knows something is not right. She smells Christy."

"Did you take a shower last night?"

Thank goodness. She smells the shower. "Yeah," I answered. "I took care of myself in the shower."

"Oh, baby," she said. "I'm so sorry."

"That's okay," I comforted her, caressing her skin. "You were tired. I understand."

Sarah kissed me on the cheek and stroked my cock until it stiffened. "You're the best husband a woman could hope for."



What Christy Wants, Christy Gets Ch. 04



It was Monday, Day 4 of the affair with my beautiful, tight, eighteen-year-old stepdaughter, Christy. Friday and Saturday, we were able to freely give in to all our passions, because her mother, Sarah, was out of town. But Sarah came back Sunday night. I expected that I would give Sarah a full dose of my love that night, to welcome her back home, but she fell asleep early, and I was able to secretly enjoy my stepdaughter once more. But this couldn't go on forever. I knew that. Still, it was Monday. I was at the office. Neither Sarah nor her delicious daughter Christy were anywhere in sight. I could focus on work, and think about our complicated situation later.

It was nearing the end of the day. I was in my office, reading a report from the field on my computer screen. Someone had screwed something up. It was one of the usual work-related crises that seem so important at the time, but later appear to be quite trivial.

I was occupied by my thoughts of how to handle this latest issue at work, when, from outside my office, I heard my secretary, Priscilla, say, "Christy! What a nice to surprise to see you again. I'll tell your dad you're here."

Shit, I thought. There was no escape. Even at the office, the drama of my personal life would find me.

My distress at my work sanctuary being invaded by Christy immediately vanished when I saw her walk into the room after Priscilla. Immediately I remembered why I gave into her seduction in the first place. That soft, smooth skin. Those bright eyes. Those full red lips. Her long, silken hair. Her tiny tight frame. Her cute round ass. Her firm legs. Her youthful, flowery scent. It came back in a flash, and, thank goodness I was sitting behind a desk, or Priscilla would have immediately seen the erection growing in my pants. I was trained like a dog at this point. The sight of my stepdaughter got me hard, and there was nothing I could do about it.

She bounded into the room, carefree, energetic, full of spirit and life. "Hold his calls, Priscilla," Christy said jovially as she walked in.

Priscilla gave me an inquiring look.

"Very funny, Christy," I said. "Priscilla, calls can come through of course."

"Thanks for walking me in Prissy," Christy said, using the familiar nickname that she gave her at the company picnic two years ago.

"You're welcome Christy," Priscilla answered, as she started to close the door.

"You can leave the door open," I told her. For goodness sake, I thought, I certainly didn't want rumors starting at the office because I was behind a closed door with my stepdaughter. Granted, I was probably being paranoid. No one would think twice about my door being closed when I had any visitor, my stepdaughter or anyone else. As a matter of fact, it might be more weird to keep it open, which would disturb the other people around. I realized that too late, though. I already told Priscilla she could leave it open.

Fortunately, my stepdaughter, as usual, was a step ahead of me.

"But dad, I want to talk about something private."

Well, what kind of monster would I be to insist on an open door when my precious angel wanted to discuss something private? I told Priscilla she could close the door.

The door closed, and Christy turned towards me. Gone was the bright and cheerful look she brought to the office when she was talking to "Prissy." Now her eyes were cast down, and she pouted, as she slowly walked her way to my desk. Her hands were folded in front of her, her shoulders slumped forward, and her head was down. Her long hair was covering one side of her face, like she wanted to hide herself from the world. She looked sad and defeated.

Now, I'm not naïve about women, and I'm especially not naïve about Christy. In my experience, about 95 percent of all female sadness and tears are used to manipulate men. I'm long past the time in my life when I would do anything to make a woman stop crying. As much as I loved her, I suspected she was up to no good. I hardened my heart, wondering what fresh scheme Christy had cooked up.

She walked up to the desk, shuffling her feet the whole way, and, instead of taking a chair opposite me as a normal visitor would, she walked around to my side, and sat down on the desk, right next to me, her feet dangling in mid-air. Her long, lean legs were crossed tight together - the crossed leg just grazing my arm.

Oh god she was beautiful. She was still in high school, and it was a Monday, so she was wearing her traditional school uniform. Short, blue pleated skirt that was cut just above the knee. White, button down blouse with the school insignia on the chest. Part of the uniform was a blue blazer, but she wasn't wearing that now. On top was just a short-sleeved thin white blouse, exposing her soft arms.

She looked at me with sad eyes, clearly wanting me to ask what was wrong. I played along.

"What's wrong honey?" I asked, as sympathetically as I could.

She quickly whipped her head in my direction, the hair covering the side of her face whipping around behind her to the other side and landing over her opposite shoulder, just like this was a shampoo commercial. Of course I noticed her lush hair and its youthful lustre. God she was good. She even practiced how to turn her head for maximum effect.

"I feel like you don't love me," she answered.

"Of course I love you sweetie."

"You didn't come into my room last night and give me cuddles like you promised."

"Your mom was sleeping. How could I? She could have woken up. We could have fallen asleep and then got found in the morning."

"So? Then we would just have to tell her."

"That would be a horrible way for her to find out. And we're not ready to tell her yet."

"When are we going to be ready?"

"Not yet. I mean, look, we've only been doing this for four days." She gave me a sour look when I pointed this out. My answers were not satisfying her. Young people are so impatient.

Throughout the conversation, she kept kicking her cute little feet up and down. She was wearing open-toed shoes, with freshly painted gold nails. And, she continued to run her fingers through her hair, no matter what either of us was saying. Every tiny move of hers was designed to capture my full attention. And it worked.

She stopped playing with her hair and kicking her feet. She looked at me very seriously.

"Daddy," she asked. "Do you think we should break up?"

That was an unexpected question. I figured Christy was going to keep pushing me until we ended up eloping and running away to Brazil together. Now she was giving me a way out. Maybe she was thinking what I was thinking. That this betrayal of her mother was wrong, that we had our fun, but before things went too far we should call it quits. I was impressed by how mature Christy was about this.

"Well, sweetheart," I said, trying to think how best to let her down easy. "You're a very pretty girl. Very pretty." She nodded her head, eyes still downcast, as she sniffed her first sniffle. She smiled weakly as I continued.

"But, what we did . . . it can't last," I said, as I placed a comforting hand on her thigh - oh god, what a firm, supple thigh Christy had. Was I crazy to end this so soon? No, I wasn't crazy. Our relationship was crazy. Why was I even calling it a relationship? It was a fling. A crazy fling.

I squeezed her tender thigh one last time, as I gave Christy the eye contact that this sort of speech deserved. The least I could do was look into her eyes like a man to a woman.

"I think we should break up."

"I knew it!" she screamed, jumping from the desk, swatting away my hand. "I knew you didn't love me!"

"Christy," I said, rotating my chair to face her directly. "Calm down. Your voice."

"Fine," she said, in a cold whisper, her face right in front of mine. I could smell her breath as she whispered at me. Such sweet, fresh, healthy breath. "I'll keep my voice down so I don't upset your precious little world. If you loved me, you wouldn't agree to break up with me so easy. You would have fought for me. You would have said that you never wanted to break up, not for anything."

"Sweetheart," I pleaded. "You have to understand. I do love you. But we have to do what's right."

"What's right?" she asked. "How about what feels right?"

"I just can't," I said.

"Fine," she said. "You can't. But before I go, let me say one last thing."

"What?" I asked.

"This," she said. She turned around, her backside to me, and she sat down on my lap. By instinct, I put my arm around her, and she put hers around me. She purred, and my heart melted at the feel of my arms around her again. My body knew what my mind and self-control did not - that having her body against mine felt too good to let go.

Her soft ass was right on my lap, pressed against my erection. Her perky breasts, barely covered by her thin white shirt, were right next to my lips. Her skirt hiked up as she sat down on me, giving me a glimpse of the top of her inner thigh. My nose was at the side of her neck, breathing in her scent. My hand was on the side of her thin waist, and I squeezed the yielding flesh through her shirt. Was I really going to put an end to this? Of course not. What was I thinking?

"Forgive me, baby. I got confused."

Her sad face instantly transformed into the bright and chipper expression she entered the office with. "I forgive you daddy," she said. "I knew you just needed to touch me again." She kissed me on the mouth, and chill ran over my skin.

"You do love me right?" she asked.

"Always," I answered.

"Do you want to break up with me?" she asked.

"Never," I answered.

"Good daddy," she said.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Christy jumped off me, and, in a split second, was seated opposite me. She had the reflexes of a cat.

Priscilla opened the door.

"Sir," she said. "It's five o'clock. Time for me to go home. Have a good night."

"You too, Priscilla," I said.

"It was nice to see you Christy," Priscilla said.

My stepdaughter turned towards the door, and flashed a smile. "It was nice to see you too Prissy," Christy replied.

Priscilla closed the door behind her. After a minute I walked over to lock it, not that I expected anyone else. The office became a ghost town after five o'clock. But it was better to be safe and keep the door locked. Now Christy and I could be alone. 

"Where were we?" I asked Christy. I walked back to my desk, taking Christy by the hand as I was passing her, and placed her on my lap once again as I sat down in my chair. I wrapped one arm around the small of her back, grabbing her hip on the other side, and with the other hand, I stroked the outside of her thigh. I did not get enough time with her thigh earlier, and I was going to fix that now.

She threw both arms around me and embraced me close. I moved my hand from the outside of her thigh towards the inside, as I drew my hand up, up, underneath her skirt, and pushed my fingers against the panties that were covering her tight, sensational pussy. I nibbled on her neck, as she smiled, and purred. I saw that once again she was wearing those diamond stud earrings I bought her for her eighteenth birthday three months ago, the same earrings she wore the night she seduced me. Either she really liked those earrings, or she needed another pair. I was going to have to buy her more jewelry, I thought to myself, and clothing, and a car, a boat, a house, an island, the world and everything in it. She deserved it.

I rubbed her body all over with excited hands, squeezing every inch of her. Just the thought that she might have left my life redoubled my passion for her. She kept her arms around me, letting me reclaim my nearly lost possession, enjoying my touch. Though she sat passively, I could see that I was getting her excited. I could feel her skin heating up, hear her breathing quicken, and smell her scent getting stronger.

After five minutes of feeling my hands run over her tight body, getting more and more excited, she looked straight at me.

"You know how I know you're never gonna leave me?" Christy asked.

"How do you know?" I asked in return.

"Because you love it when I suck your cock," she said, as she got up off my lap. She looked at me with the devilish grin on her face that always preceded my pleasure. I couldn't repress a wide smile of my own. She knew me well. There was no way I was ever going to give up a girl who sucked my dick so wonderfully whenever she had half a chance.

She got down on her knees in front of me, as I unzipped my pants, and brought my cock through the space I created. I was going to keep all the rest of my clothes on. I wasn't going to drop my pants, as comfortable as that would have been, because I wanted to be able to easily get re-dressed, should I need to.

Christy placed her hands on my thighs as she smiled down at my cock. "You have such a beautiful cock daddy," she said. Her eyes lit up as she looked at it. She opened her mouth wide, and she went down and swallowed it as far as it would go.

How many times had she gone down on me, in just four days? I couldn't remember. But I did know that I hadn't gone down on her yet. That was a shame, because I was very good at it. She just loved sucking me so much, and by the time I got aroused, I just wanted to fuck her hard. So I never got around to giving her the tongue-bath I wanted to give. One of these days I was going to lick her pussy and show her just how good I could do it. One of these days, but not that day.

Christy sucked harder, and took me into her mouth deeper than she ever did before. It felt amazing. I brushed her hair tenderly, suspecting that this special treatment must be because she wanted to make sure I would keep her.

"That's a good girl," I said, stroking her hair. She hummed happily in response.

I got harder and harder the more she sucked. Soon my cock was sticking straight up, fully engorged, ready to be inside my sweet Christy.

Christy took her hands off my thighs and slowly lowered them down to the floor, with her hot, wet tongue licking the bottom of my cock. She lifted her ass up and moaned. Seeing her in the doggystyle position at my feet, admiring that round rump that was covered so scantily by her short blue schoolgirl skirt, I got even harder. My only desire was to pound her from behind.

She smiled up at me as she wiggled her ass side to side, still licking the base of my cock.

"Do you want to fuck me daddy?" she asked.

"God yes," I answered.

She stood up, and lifted her skirt to reveal tiny pink panties.

"Cute panties," I said.

"Thanks," she smiled, as she pulled them down in front of me, dropping her panties at my feet. She lifted up the front of her skirt to show me her adorable little pussy. After she saw that I had a good, long look at her tender hole, she turned around, and hiked her skirt up to expose her perfectly formed round ass. She turned towards the desk, placed both hands firmly on top, spread her legs apart, and stuck her ass out to present her soft pussy to me.

"Come and get it daddy," she said.

Immediately I sprung out of my chair. My full hard erection sticking out and leading the way, I approached my Christy from the back. I grabbed her soft ass cheek hard with one hand, and with the other I guided my cock to her pussy.

"You're so wet," I said, as I brushed my tip against her soft, moist pussy lips.

"I'm always wet for you," she replied.

I rubbed my cock back and forth against the entrance to her pussy, until the lips opened themselves up to me. I glided my cock into her, bit by bit, until I was all the way inside. It was ecstasy.

"So tight," I grunted.

"Tighter than mommy?" Christy asked.

"So much tighter."

I grabbed her hips, and pulled her against me as I thrust in, and away from me as I pulled out. Over and over, her hips and mine moving in perfect sync. I was tingling all over my body. Christy bit down on her lip.

"Oh daddy. Did you get bigger? It hurts a little."

I smiled wide when she said those words. It was always a tight fit with Christy, and today it felt even tighter.

"Your tight pussy," I grunted, between breaths. "It makes me grow."

I pulled her hips back and forth with greater force as I continued to pump my cock deep into her sweet pussy. Her hands lost their place on the desk as I pulled her harder and harder against me, her soft ass cheeks pushing against the front of my pelvis with each thrust. Her hands found their place again, and she knit her brow in a sweet mix of pain and pleasure that she'd never known before.

I reached underneath her blouse, undid the front clasp of her bra, and rubbed her soft, small, delicate titties.

"Oh daddy," she moaned. My hands were cupped around her soft breasts, squeezing tight, while I was gliding my cock in and out of her little pussy.

"Aaahhh. Aaahhh," she moaned. She started panting. Her mouth was wide open, a great big smile on her face, and her eyes were closed as she was transporting herself to her happy paradise, her vagina filled with my cock, her breasts rubbed and squeezed by my strong hands.

As my own pleasure heightened, I moved my hands back to her hips, and pulled her against me with each long thrust, as before. She looked back at me, her brow wrinkled in pain and pleasure. "Ow. Ow. Daddy," she cried. My poor sweet Christy. She was unusually sensitive today. I was enjoying this so much, but I didn't want to make my girl suffer.

"Are you okay baby?" I asked.

"Never stop!" she cried. She placed her hands on the far end of the desk and bent down further, sticking her ass back into me harder, increasing the pressure on her and on me. I continued, and Christy kept crying "ow ow ow," loving every second of it.

"Oh daddy daddy daddy," she moaned. "I'm coming daddy!" I pumped harder, the pressure inside me building.

"I'm coming. Oh I'm coming. Come in me daddy!" The pressure was getting to the bursting point. I couldn't hold it back much longer.

"Come in my little pussy. Please daddy, come in my little pussy," she begged. I couldn't fight it any longer. With a loud grunt, I pushed my cock deep into Christy and shot all the sperm I had inside me. Her body shook all over, as she bit her lip and closed her eyes, savoring her blissful release and my sweet ejaculate flowing inside her.

I collapsed on top of her back, bringing my arms around her front to pull her up into me in a strong embrace. She inhaled deeply.

"Mmmm, daddy. Your smell is all around me. I love how you smell when you get all worked up." She inhaled again. "I could smell you all day."

She turned her head back to me. Her hair had fallen over her eyes. I brushed it to the side, around her ear, to see her whole pretty face. She smiled up at me. I placed my lips over hers and gently kissed her.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too daddy."

- - - - -

We put our clothes back on, and she was sitting on my lap again. I was stroking her hair, and her arms were around me.

"Finally, I get the cuddles," she said.

"Yes baby, you get the cuddles."

After ten minutes of "the cuddles," I asked her how we were going to explain to Sarah why we were both late getting home. I guessed that Christy had already figured out an alibi. I knew her that well by now.

Christy began, the same devious sparkle in her eye that I've come to love, "I told mommy that I was out with Julia. Julia told her mom that she's out with me, even though really she's with her boyfriend. So I'm good. And your excuse is easy. You can just tell mommy that you were working late."

That made sense to me, and I kissed her cheek.

"Daddy?" she asked, as she squeezed me tight.

"What is it pumpkin?"

"Well, you know I'm going to graduate soon. And I'm gonna need a job. Do you think I could work here?"

I hesitated, thinking over the consequences of working in the same office with my hot stepdaughter. We could have our tryst once, but if we kept this going, we were sure to get caught.




What Christy Wants, Christy Gets Ch. 04



"Sweetie," I said. "I don't know if that's such a good idea."

She turned mad. "If you loved me like you say you do, you'd want to see me as much as possible. I want to see you as much as I can. Don't you want to see me?"

I looked at her pretty face. Just adorable. Of course I wanted to see her as much as I could. "I'll talk to HR tomorrow," I said.

That settled, she kissed me on the cheek, and stroked the back of my hair. I had one last thought that had been bothering me since our first time, Friday night.

"Pumpkin," I asked. "Are you on the pill?"

"Yes daddy."

"Good. So, I can come inside you whenever I want, without having to worry?"

"As much as you want," she assured me. "The more the better."



What Christy Wants, Christy Gets Ch. 05



Tuesday night, Christy's mom, Sarah, was lying in bed next to me. She was wearing a cream colored negligee, and, try as hard as I might to find her sexy, I just couldn't. I had tasted the forbidden fruit of her eighteen-year-old daughter Christy, and, having knowledge of her, I could never return to my previous ignorance.

For a woman of Sarah's age, she was reasonably attractive. She kept herself in shape. But her hair was dry. Her skin was dry. She didn't have that fresh scent of youth. She had wrinkles around her mouth, and next to her eyes, and on her forehead. She wore thick, horn-rimmed glasses. I felt bad, and wished things could be different. But reality was what it was.

We weren't cuddling with each other on the bed. We were a foot apart, each in our separate territory. For all the closeness we had, there might as well have been a barbed wire fence between us.

"So," she began. "Christy tells me that you offered her a job."

That wasn't entirely true. The truth was that Christy asked for a job after I came inside her, and I agreed to put in a good word. But I wasn't going to admit to that of course.

"Yeah," I said. "Christy's graduating soon. She needs a job, and I figured I could help her out."

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Well, Christy has some growing up to do. She needs to leave the nest. She needs to be out on her own. I'm afraid that if she just gets a job through you, and sees you every day, she'll never be her own woman."

"Hmm. That's a good point," I said. "I'll have to think about it."

"Don't think about it. I'm her mother after all, and I can call the shots in her life. I'll tell her how it's gonna be. I know how you cave in every time she flashes one of her sweet smiles."

"Yeah, you got me," I admitted sheepishly. "I don't stand up to her as well as I should."

"That's okay sweetie. I'll be the bad guy. You just tell her that your hands are tied, and that her mom says no."

She looked over at me and smiled. She placed her hand on mine. She crossed her firm, toned legs over each other, and squeezed them tightly together.

There was a time when seeing Sarah squeeze her shapely legs together would have driven me mad with lust. But those days were gone. I smiled back, rolled over, and caressed her legs, doing my best to rekindle what was lost.

"That's okay honey," she said. "If you're not into it tonight, we can wait."

I laughed to myself. She read me like a book. Sarah and Christy, each in their own way, could get inside my head.

"Goodnight honey," I said, and kissed her on her drying, chapped lips.

"Goodnight sweetie."

- - -

The next day at work was fairly typical. I was happy to think that the Christy drama wouldn't escalate. Sarah would see to it that Christy wouldn't work for me this summer. She would work somewhere else, and meet new people. Our relationship would fade away, and neither of us would say a word to anyone.

Then again, I knew Christy. And one thing I have learned is that the drama with her always escalates. But for the time being, I kept that thought out of my head, as best I could, and focused on work.

At 4:30 p.m., I got the call. It was Sarah.

"Honey," she said. "Can you pick Christy up from the mechanic? Her car broke down, and she got towed to the shop. Sweetie, I'd pick her up myself, but you know I'll be working late on a presentation tonight. I've been talking about this presentation to you and Christy for weeks, you remember? I'm not even sure why Christy called me first. She must have forgotten I'd be working late tonight. I told her you'd pick her up. Can you?"

Oh Christy. Of course she remembered. Her games were always so fun, and I decided to play along. This game was called "Allay Sarah's Suspicions."

"Honey," I answered. "Can't one of Christy's friends pick her up?"

And that's when Sarah let me have it. "Steven!" she shouted. "Don't be so selfish. Christy called me in tears about her car. She said she nearly got into an accident when it broke down. She's worried sick and kept calling me 'mommy' and begging me to pick her up. It breaks my heart that I can't be there for her. It was all I could do to convince her to let you pick her up. And now you want to pawn her off onto one of her friends? If you want to call her up and tell her you're not coming, and make her call her friends, and deal with her tears, then be my guest."

"That's okay, baby," I said. "I'll pick her up. It won't be for at least another half hour though."

"Fine," Sarah replied. "Call Christy and tell her. She's really shaken right now."

"Okay babe," I agreed. "I'll call her."

- - -

I parked the car, and walked to the shop. Christy was waiting outside. She was far from traumatized. She greeted me with a warm smile, ran right up to me and threw her arms around me, pressing her tight body close against mine.

"Daddy!" she cried.

"It's good to see you too. So, what's wrong with your car exactly?"

She stepped back, and allowed me to take in the full sexy cuteness in front of me. She had changed out of her school uniform, and was wearing as skimpy a springtime outfit as the law would allow. Tight jean shorts cut so high that I could see the full length of her tanned, firm thighs. Flip flops showing her cute little feet. And a pink halter-top that exposed her thin, athletic midriff, and only barely covered her pert breasts. It was a moderately windy day, and the wind was whipping her long black hair across her face. Her tiny, curvy body, packaged so tightly, with her hair billowing in the wind, was too adorable for words.

She described the trouble with her car. "Well," she began. "As the mechanic, Joe, explained, the fuel pump's something was doing something, and that was connected to the something, which means the car wouldn't work."

"Makes sense," I said. "But pumpkin," I continued. "Did the car break down on its own, or did you have something to do with it?"

She smiled wickedly, as she wrapped her hands around my arm. "Does it matter daddy? Either way, we get to be alone together."

She had a point. But, still . . . "But still," I said. "You knew mommy was working late tonight. We could have been alone at the house."

"I thought about that. But I didn't know when mommy would get home, or if her plans would change. This way, we don't have to worry about her showing up. We can spend a lot of time together. Mmmm," she purred. "So much time together. Mommy might be home by the time we get back. If she is, we can tell her that we stopped to get pizza and ice cream. You'll tell her that I was crying, and demanded pizza and ice cream. Okay?"

"Okay. Pizza and ice cream."

We went inside, talked to Joe the mechanic for a bit, and then left. Christy and I got into my car.

As we drove off, Christy said, "I know where we should go daddy."

"I'll bet you do," I replied, amused at how Christy always had a plan.

She directed me to a side road, where there was no traffic. No cops, criminals, or bystanders would be able to find us here. On the drive over, she rubbed her hand over the bulge in my pants, getting me excited with the friction of her soft, sweet touch. My hand was on the tender spot of her inner thigh, squeezing the supple flesh.

I parked the car, and turned off the engine.

The moment I cut the engine, Christy unbuckled her seat belt, threw it over her shoulder, and dove her head into my lap.

"I want your pants off daddy," she said, unclasping my belt buckle. "I want your cock in my mouth. I've been thinking about sucking your cock all day."

I lifted my hips up, and pulled my slacks down to the floor, around my ankles. My sweet Christy grabbed my stiff pole with her hand, in a tight grip, swallowed the shaft deep into her mouth, and hummed happily. Like a junkie getting her fix, she relaxed in contentment as she slid my member inside her wet, suckling mouth.

She must have missed my cock badly, because she went to town on it. She sucked hard, bobbing her head up and down fast, while gliding her grip up and down in a twisting motion. Her slim shoulder muscles tensed with each stroke of her hand. Her long silky black hair tickled my balls as she moved her mouth up and down, pleasuring me, making my heart race, setting my whole body on fire.

My cock was growing engorged in her mouth, thickening with each suckle of her gorgeous little face.

She pulled off, and looked down at it. "Not ready yet," she said, and swallowed it again, grabbing the base of my shaft hard, and sucking even harder, up and down. She placed her tiny hand on my knee, and started to rotate her face around my cock each time she came up. The twisting of her hand, which she did before, was amazing, but feeling her whole mouth rotate around my cock with each bob of her head, that sent me into an ecstasy that I never wanted to come back from.

And, just as I was getting to the home stretch, where it would be only a minute before my climax, she pulled off again, and looked down. "Now it's ready," she said, and smiled.

"That's it?" I asked. "Wait. Keep going."

"No daddy. I want you inside me. It's been two whole days."

So that's why she was giving such an intense blowjob. She wanted me as hard as possible, as soon as possible. It worked. My cock was throbbing and twitching, desperate to get inside Christy's sweet pussy.

In a flash, she took off her tight jean shorts and her panties. She didn't even get her halter-top off all the way. She pulled it up, just over her titties. Somehow, having that little bit of clothing over her chest made her look even sexier than she did when she was completely naked.

"I got wet the moment I saw you at the shop. I've been leaking. Here, smell my panties." She picked her panties up, and thrust them into my face. Her panties were soaking wet, and smelled of her heat. I inhaled deeply, my nose wide open to the delicious aroma of Christy.

With a grace and flexibility that can only be found in young girls, she jumped out of her seat, and straddled me. With one hand on the side panel to steady her, she guided my hard, engorged cock, so recently teased by her tongue, into her tight and moist pussy.

She rode me up and down, bouncing with the speed and energy of a kitten on crack. I looked down at her soft thighs on either side of me, and at her wide hips that had just recently formed on her tight body. Her hips, her thighs, her sweet pussy enveloping my cock. She looked so, so . . . fertile. She had told me two days ago that she was on the pill, and now I was almost sad about that. Watching this young fertility goddess ride me, feeling the sensation of pleasure all over my body, I wanted to put five hundred babies into her.

Christy was moaning louder and louder. "I love riding your stick daddy. It feels so good in me."

For a minute she kept riding me, up and down, our pleasure getting higher and higher, our sensations echoing and amplifying as we gave each other our full and complete passion. I was a minute away from releasing all of my tension inside of her. And then, suddenly, she pulled up. She stopped, and stared at me, silently.

"Baby, why did you stop? I was about to come. I was so close."

"I know you were daddy. I don't want you to come yet. That was just a warm up, for both of us. Now fuck me. Fuck me like a man, and come on top of me."

She dove into the back seat, lying on her back, spread eagle, waiting for me to climb on top of her and pound her hard like she needed. I tore off my clothes as fast as I could, crawled into the backseat, and looked at my beautiful girl, up and down.

I mounted her, crushing my weight against her, and thrust my throbbing cock deep inside. She looked into my eyes, her jaw dropped, and she gasped. Her brow furrowed in the sweet mix of pain and pleasure that comes from hard steel entering her tight hole.

"It's such a tight fit," she gasped. "I love it. I love you."

"I love you too Christy."

"You said my name. I love it when you say my name."

"Oh, Christy," I growled, as I drilled into her. I started slowly at first, letting the length of my rod sink into her gradually. And, as she was ready, I moved faster and faster, drilling harder with each stroke.

"Oh fuck," she said, as I drilled faster and faster, each time pounding against her. She bit down on her lip, and her eyes were squinting in euphoric bliss. Her right eye was shut, and her left was twitching, her bright green eye gazing at me in love and adoration.

Underneath me, her whole body started convulsing. Her legs flapped back and forth against my hips, as her feet kicked against the car door.

"I'm coming! Daddy I'm coming!" she cried.

"My baby," I said, brushing her hair over her ear. I pushed harder and faster, brining myself to a climax so we could share this moment together. I pushed as deep as I could go into her, and released all of the tension, every last drop, from going two days without her, to the teasing blowjob, to the teasing ride she gave me, all of that tension exploded deep into the canal of my Christy, as I embraced her tight against me and drew our bodies close.

After a minute, I pulled out, and rolled off her. I watched as my cum started leaking out of her tiny little pussy. She took off her halter top, and placed it underneath her, to catch the runoff.

"Let's not ruin the upholstery," she said. She lay there, giggling, and then ran her fingers down to her pussy. She scooped up my semen with two fingers, and brought them up to her lips. "Mmmm," she moaned. "You taste delicious daddy." And she smiled.

- - -

"Daddy," she said, as she lay her smooth body on top of mine in the backseat of my car. "Mommy won't let me work for you."

"I know pumpkin."

"But I want to work for you. Do you want me there, at your office?"

"Yes I do."

"Well then," she said, determination in her eye. "I know how we're going to make that happen."

"I'll bet you have a plan. What is it?"

"You're going to convince mommy."

"Wait. That's your plan? I'm going to convince your mom? How do you expect me to do that?"

"Figure it out!" she nearly screamed in my face, punching her tiny fist against my shoulder. "You're a man aren't you? Real men get what they want."

"I believe in you daddy," she continued, calming down. "I believe you can do anything. If you really wanted me to work for you, you could convince mommy. Am I wrong? Was I wrong to believe in you?"

Boy did she know how to push my buttons. My male ego would not be insulted. Of course I could do anything. Of course she should believe in me. "No pumpkin," I answered. "You're not wrong. I'll make it happen."

"I knew you would," she said. She stroked my hair, and squeezed me tight against her warm body.

- - -

The next morning, before leaving for work, I spoke to Sarah in the foyer. We were both about to face another day at our respective jobs. I was in my starched business casual uniform, and she was in her conservative no-nonsense navy blue pantsuit. I had to speak to her right then and there about Christy. The earlier in the day it is, the easier I find it to steel my resolve. If I didn't speak up at that moment, then I might never do so. At some point, you delay what needs to be said for so long, that you end up never saying it, and then you have to live with the consequences. In this case, the consequences would be no longer having Christy. And I couldn't live with that.

"Sarah," I began. "Christy is a bright girl. She has a lot of potential. Her grades weren't that good though, so she needs to bolster her resume, and maybe take some night classes to get her on the right track. I agree with what you said the other night - she needs to be her own woman, and leave the nest. But she's just not ready yet. And if we can help her out a bit now, by giving her some solid work experience, at a real company, then we can set her on the right path. If we kick her out now, before she's ready, she might come back to live with us in ten years, or she might just end up marrying the first guy who can take care of her, whether she loves him or not. It wouldn't be fair," I continued. "It wouldn't be fair or right if we shirked our parental duties. Let me give her a job. It will help her out."

Sarah paused for a moment, taking in the monologue I just delivered.

"Well," she finally said. "If you feel so strongly about it, I guess I can't stop you. Christy really wants to work for you - she told me so. And you think it would be good for her. I still think it's a bad idea, but I can't fight you both."

She opened the front door, and walked outside, closing the door behind her. Normally, we would walk out together, and kiss each other goodbye. But today, Sarah was upset, and she shut me out. I stood alone in the foyer, feeling triumphant, but uneasy. At what cost did I achieve this victory? Time would tell. And in the meantime, I had to get to work.



What Christy Wants, Christy Gets



After a minute, she opened her eyes, and smiled wickedly. Her dangerous green eyes sparkled as she said, "Give me your hand."

I stuck out my left hand. My right was still holding her down by the neck. She grabbed the wrist, and brought my hand to her mouth. She put her lips around my ring finger, the finger wearing the wedding ring, the symbol of commitment and love to her mother. She sucked on my ring finger, slid her mouth up and down, teasing her tongue around the ring, and moaned each time she licked it.

Listening to her soft, high-pitch, gentle moans, I grew even harder inside her. I closed my eyes as I continued to feel inside her, my own pleasure amplifying higher and higher. My skin becoming hot and chilled all at once. My breathing was getting harder. I was on the verge of climax. Christy could feel it. No longer still, she moved her hips in rhythm with mine, and moaned louder and louder with me. I placed both my hands firmly on her hips, and pulled them back against me with each thrust.

"Give it to me!" she shouted. "Give me mommy's cum!"

I grunted in response. I was going to cum inside my stepdaughter. There was no way I was going to cut this ecstasy short by pulling out. I wanted the complete heavenly experience. To hell with the consequences.

"I want you to come in me harder than you come in mommy," she demanded.

I grunted again, harder and louder. I was close.

"Tell me. Tell me you're going to come harder in me than in mommy."

"I'm gonna come in you harder than I come in mommy," I growled.

"Come hard in me daddy! Harder than you ever came in mommy!" she repeated over and over.

"Oh!" I cried. "Daddy's coming."

I exploded inside her, filled her up with all of the sperm I built up when she stimulated me with an incomplete blowjob, all of the sperm that was aching to be released as I was giving her a solid doggystyle pounding. The sperm I was saving up for her mom for when she returned home, all of it went into her tight sexy daughter. That little sperm thief.

I howled in pleasure. Coming inside Christy was the greatest feeling I'd ever had. As my cock was throbbing and twitching, shooting its semen deep inside her, my stepdaughter was shaking and vibrating all over. This was the third orgasm I'd given her. My chest swelled with pride, and I inhaled deeply, marveling at my own masculine power to give so much pleasure.

"Oh, daddy," she purred, "that was ..."

"Wait," I interrupted. "Daddy's still coming." I grabbed tighter on her hips and pulled them back as I thrust deeper into her. Never before had I experienced this thrill - coming a second time so quickly after the first. It was wonderful. Now I was totally spent.

"Oh daddy," she began again, once she was sure I was done. "I'm so jealous of mommy. She gets this all the time." She half-spoke these words, half-murmured them, as her eyes were closed and she was dreaming away, a blissful smile on her face.

I pulled out, slowly. My semen was leaking down her leg, and some dripped to the hardwood floor. I was going to have to clean that up later. I looked around for Christy's panties, so she could put them on and catch all that sticky white liquid from ruining the floor her mother had just cleaned.

I found them, the cute little pink panties that covered almost nothing, and picked them up. I put on my own boxers. It wasn't just my stepdaughter's pussy that was leaking. My cock was slowly dripping tiny droplets of sperm to the ground every few seconds, and I needed my boxers to catch it.

I brought the pink panties to my girl. She was slumped over the bar, eyes closed, her head sideways resting on her arms. I couldn't believe it, but she had fallen asleep in that position. I massaged her shoulder to wake her up.

She blinked her eyes a few times and slowly pushed herself up off the bar. She yawned and stretched her thin arms out.

"Yes, daddy?" she asked, her bright eyes wide, moist, and sleepy.

"Put these on," I said, handing her the pink panties. "You're dripping."

She giggled. "Oops," she said. "I'm so embarrassed." She took the panties and slipped them on over her cute butt and tight pussy.

"Let's put our clothes on," I said. And we did. She slid her skimpy white tank top back on over her body, and I put on my pants and T-shirt. We looked at each other, admiring each other's now-clothed bodies in the warm afterglow of sex.

"Daddy?" she asked.

"Yes, pumpkin."

"You need to put something else on."

I looked at her, confused. What could she mean by that? Was she embarrassed about seeing me in a T-shirt and pants, after she'd seen me naked? It didn't make sense. She smiled, the mischievous smile that made me want to spank her and do it all over again. I was about to ask her what she meant, when she spoke again.

"Don't you want mommy's ring back?" she asked.

"Wha...?" I started to ask. I looked down at my left hand. The ring was gone.

"How did you ...? Where is it?"

"I sucked it off your finger, when it was in my mouth," she explained, in her girlish, squeaky, little nasal voice. She let out a small giggle. "I put it on the bar."

True enough, it was sitting right there on the bar. My wedding ring. The dull gold camouflaged against the light brown wood of the bar, so it didn't stand out. But once Christy pointed to it, it was plain as day.

I couldn't believe she got the ring in her mouth, when I didn't even notice. She must have made it slippery wet with her saliva to loosen it, and I was so distracted by the intense pleasure of her tight little pussy, that I had no clue that my wedding ring was being removed. That devious little brat.

"Of course I want it back," I said, grabbing it. I started to slide it down my ring finger. Thank goodness Christy pointed it out to me. She could have hidden it, and denied she knew anything when I discovered it was missing. Then I would have been in trouble.

"Are you sure you want it back, daddy? I thought you loved me more than mommy."

"I do, pumpkin. I do. But, let's just keep things as they are until we can figure this out, okay?"

"Hmmm," she mused. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll tell mommy what we did." She giggled.

"C'mon Christy, get serious. You're not going to tell your mom, are you?"

"I don't know. Maybe." She was teasing me, as she always did. Toying with me. If she wasn't so cute I would have been really angry. I stared at her, scowling. She could see in my face that the time for joking was over, and that she needed to give me a straight answer.

"Okay, daddy, I won't tell her. But only on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You fuck me every time mommy's not home." She got on her tip toes and gave me a little peck on the cheek. She giggled, her super-cute, high-pitch, girly giggle.

I couldn't help but smile.

"Deal."