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.
