Stepdad's New Obsession (closed)

[w0ndergirl4]

It was humiliating enough to have to kneel in front of her stepdad and fondle her breasts, but even more so to listen to Gavin's critique. She wanted to stop right then and tell him to go fuck himself. She wanted to kick him right in the balls. Instead she kept her mouth shut, and stayed on her knees in front of his chair, slowly beginning to incorporate his "suggestions" into what she was doing.

Deep down, Cristy knew if she didn't make her stepdad happy he would just demand more, so as disgusting as it made her feel, the teen began to force herself to exude something other than loathing. Something maybe even approaching sensual and alluring as she touched her breasts and nipples per his instructions. The brunette tried to imagine she was doing this for a boyfriend, someone she didn't detest with every fiber of her body, closing her eyes as her body began to undulate slightly.

When she opened her eyes a moment later she couldn't help but notice the massive boner in Gavin's pants. Apparently what she was doing was having an effect.

 

[ManlyUsername]

The tease was always worth it. The prize is always all the more sweet for the anticipation. She took instruction well it seemed. Sure she was reluctant at first. But Gavin could tell it was wearing on her. Ever so slowly turning her on. She couldn't help but feel the rush all women felt when they knew they were being watched. Felt the power in making a man horny.

It killed him to watch Cristy's fingers tracing the path his longed to trace. Seeing her body react to her own touch instead of his. Her eyes closed and her body began to sway and the ache between Gavin's legs was maddening.

She looked right at it when her eyes opened. That's it, Gavin thought. Get a good look. See what you do to me. To ensure she didn't miss the signs, he reached down to wrap his fingers around his rapidly growing girth and slowly massaged himself.

"See now." The choice of words was intentional, delivered in a soft voice near a whisper. A wink to the fact that he knew she was checking out his package. "Isn't that better? It's the soft touch that doesn't quite reach the most sensitive areas that raises the goosebumps on your skin." His voice once again took the tone of the instructor.

"Now let your fingers make lazy circles. Getting closer and closer to those delicious looking nipples. They're getting hard now aren't they? It's the anticipation. When you're with a man who knows what he's doing you'll see. He'll keep you waiting. Wondering when those wandering fingers will finally touch them. Will he only brush them? Will he roll them between his fingers? How long can he hold out before having a taste."

 

[w0ndergirl4]

The sight of the bulge in Gavin's pants immediately took Cristy back to the night she had accidentally seen her stepdad on the patio with her mom. As he reached down and began to squeeze his cock through his pants, she was reminded just how big he was and she felt her heart racing a bit faster. He was a disgusting, foul minded ass, but he was hung, and the brunette couldn't deny it.

And he was touching himself while she knelt in front of his chair and played with her own tits. And it wasn't like the first time where he had adjusted himself for a brief moment, he was fully rubbing himself this time and not trying to conceal it. And the things he was saying just made it worse.

"And I guess you want to be that man?" Cristy blurted out as she stopped massaging her breasts and stared at him. She knew the full five minutes she'd promised weren't up judging by the clock on the wall, but she honestly didn't think she could keep going. She stood up, her face red with embarrassment and anger. Her hands on her hips, and her breasts bouncing she took a step toward her stepdad's chair and stood over him.

"You are such a fucking creep!" the brunette screamed through gritted teeth.

 

[ManlyUsername]

She was getting angrier with each word. He could tell. But he would bet that some of those words were actually making it past her barrier of impotent fury. He could see her nipples had swollen. On some level she had been enjoying this. Then she apparently hit her limit.

"And I guess you want to be that man?..."You are such a fucking creep!"

Gavin simply smiled. “Well I certainly don’t get a lot of complaints. Just ask your mom. If you thought she did a good job on me on the patio, you should have seen her squirming later that night.” He punctuates his statement by flicking his tongue at Cristy before returning to his drink.

“And I’ve still got two and a half minutes coming.”

 

[w0ndergirl4]

The moment Gavin started to mention Cristy's mom, the brunette felt her ears and cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment. She wanted to slap him. God, she wanted to slap him so hard right across his smug face. And she came so close. It would have been so satisfying, but somehow the teen managed to control herself, responding with a growl of frustration.

“And I’ve still got two and a half minutes coming.”

That was all she could take. The last thing she was going to do was keep going after the way he was treating her. Did he really expect her to stand there for another two plus minutes, fondling herself while he rubbed his cock? As ludicrous as it sounded, Cristy suspected that was exactly what her stepdad expected.

Grabbing her sweater, the brunette stormed out of the room and back to her own room, slamming it as hard as she could. She started to lock it behind her before realizing her shit bag stepdad still hadn't fixed it, a realization that brought another scream of frustration from the nineteen year old.

It took more than an hour for Cristy's anger to finally subside, and even then she wasn't sure she could stand to be near Gavin again that night. Changing into some more modest clothes, the brunette quietly and gracefully slipped out her bedroom window and carefully climbed down the side of the house. A few minutes later she was hanging out with friends a few streets away, determined to forget about the humiliating encounter with her stepdad.

The beers that her friends' older brother bought for them helped with the forgetting, and by the time Cristy returned home, stumbling slightly through the door, she had almost completely forgotten about Gavin.

 

[ManlyUsername]

Jesus she was pissed! Dammit. Gavin had obviously overplayed his hand. He'd let himself get caught up in the moment. Thinking completely with his dick instead of his head. But damn what a moment it was. The image of Cristy's fingers on her own nipples was still a burning ember in his brain. But bringing her mom into it had been a step too far.

If Gavin was ever going to fuck her, he'd need to do some serious damage control.

The thought lingered at the front of his mind. This was perhaps the first time it had come to him as a fully formed coherent idea. Not some fleeting image. Not some random ‘if the world were different, could you imagine it’ fantasy to be shaken off as the wanderings of an overly horny brain. Now it was reality. Now it was intent. Gavin wanted to fuck her, and Gavin was used to getting what he wanted.

He heard her door slam, followed immediately by another angry scream. Damage control. He needed to do some damage control. He stopped himself halfway to the stairwell. If he went up there and fixed her door in two minutes it would be obvious his ‘needing parts’ story was bullshit. He was gonna have to actually replace the fucking thing. Which was at most a five minute job, but at this hour meant a twenty minute drive to the big box home improvement store. He grabbed his keys.

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With toolbox and newly purchased hardware in hand, Gavin tapped on Cristy’s door. “Hey kiddo? I know you’re pissed, but I got the stuff to fix your door.” He listened intently, expecting to be told to ‘fuck off’. Nothing but silence. “Christy?” He nudged the door open slowly, carefully peeking his head inside. What the fuck? He quickly checked her bathroom, then feeling a bit foolish looked in her closet.

The bratty little bitch had snuck out. Oddly, he felt bad about that thought almost immediately. Of course she had snuck out. You pushed her way too far Gavin. So now what? The plan hadn’t changed. Damage control. He immediately went to work on the new door handle. He’d made sure to get a nickel plated one instead of brass this time so she’d notice it was new right away. This would probably mean Linda making him replace the hardware on all the doors to match but that wasn’t a big deal.

After he finished, he had another thought. Scanning Cristy’s desk he found a pad of bright pink post-it notes. He placed one right above the new doorknob.

Sorry it took so long.
- G​

The note with the same message, signed ‘Dad’ was crumpled up in his pocket.

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Gavin was starting to get legitimately worried. He had hoped she’d just gone off for a walk, or maybe to a friend's house to blow off some steam. Surely she would have come home by now. Unless maybe she had decided to sleep over with a friend. That made sense. He thought to call her, but what were the chances she’d answer.

He was relieved when he heard keys in the front door. He noted there seemed to be a fair bit of jingling before he heard the latch being released. Cristy came through the door, nearly spilling out of her top as usual. Keep it under control Gavin, this is no time to be leering. He then noticed her balance was a bit off, and he put two and two together. She’d been out getting drunk. But with who? She wasn’t twenty one. Had some frat boy been getting her drunk to get into her pants? Was he being protective, or was he jealous?, Gavin thought. Forget it. Damage control.

“Cristy!” Gavin hurried over to the entryway. “I was worried sick about you.” He quickly held up a hand to delay the inevitable broadside she no doubt had been preparing for him all evening. “Look! I know. I Know. I was a total ass. You probably have a thousand shitty things to say to me right now, and I deserve every one of them, but just let me get this out.” Gavin put on his best pained expression. The ‘Gosh. You should feel sorry for me because I feel so bad about being shitty to you.’ was one of the favorite plays in Gavin’s playbook.

“I was way outta line. Way Way outta line. I don’t know what came over me. I know it’s sick, and I know it’s wrong, but...Jesus Cristy, you are just so, so, beautiful…” It took all of Gavin’s concentration not to let his eyes slip down to the flimsy top she was wearing. Instead he oscillated between making eye contact and looking to the side in apparent shame. “...when I look at you I just kinda, lose control sometimes. I mean, I’m a guy right. Which is no excuse!” He added hastily.

“I” He stops suddenly and reaches out in concern. “Oh kiddo! You've been drinking haven’t you?” He holds up his hands again ensuring her he’s not looking for an explanation. “I supposed that’s my fault too when you think about it. There’s no sense talking about this when you're drunk. We need to get you into bed.” A smirk threatens to make an appearance but Gavin squashes it.

“I’m gonna go get you some water. You need to hydrate if you don’t want a hangover. And then I’ll help you up to your room if you need it.”

Not a bad start, Gavin thought as he hurried off to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of water.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

Unused to kind, caring Gavin, at least recently, Cristy was speechless. As he disappeared into the kitchen to get her some water, the brunette plopped down onto a nearby ottoman, oblivious to the fact that in doing so her breasts nearly spilled completely out of the spaghetti strapped top she was wearing, her nipples on the verge of popping out. She was stunned by his sudden about face from the way he had behaved earlier. And what had he said...when I look at you I just kinda, lose control sometimes...

It was weird to have her stepdad looking at her the way he did, but he wasn't the first or hundredth guy she'd caught looking at her tits, right? Was it really fair to get mad at him? It was biology wasn't it? And the truth was, she did kind of like knowing that guys found her attractive. It was a compliment when they stared, even if not always a welcome one. And if Gavin found her so attractive that he couldn't stop himself from staring at his own stepdaughter, that was even more of a compliment, right?

When she saw her stepdad returning from the kitchen, water in hand, the brunette stood shakily and smiled at him. "Thanks," she said as she reached out for the water. "I guess I had a little more than I thought."

As Cristy lifted the glass to her lips, a not so small stream of water spilled down onto her chest, splattering across her breasts and running down to her white shirt, which quickly began to turn transparent and cling to her skin. The nineteen year old barely noticed that she had spilled the water as she focused on drinking the cool water.

"I should probably go to bed," the brunette said, after finished the water and handing the glass back to Gavin. That was when the teen noticed just how much water she had spilled and the effect it had on her shirt. Seeing that every curve and contour of her breasts and nipples were now visible through the drenched shirt, she looked back up at her stepdad.

"Oops," she said with a giggle. "Well, I guess I owed you two and a half more minutes anyway."

 

[ManlyUsername]

No outburst. No listing of his many indiscretions. So far so good. It sure didn't hurt that she'd been drinking. As he returned with a glass of water, the perfect picture of a concerned parent, he noticed she was now literally spilling out of her top, the smallest hint of her areolas now peaking out, highlighted against the stark white of her top.

He peeled his eyes away just long enough to hand Cristy the glass, but they immediately returned to her massive tits. He couldn't look away. It would take no more than a brush of his hand to slide a strap off her shoulder. Let the fabric fall away. His mind went back to earlier, when she had played with them for him.

As the water began soaking her shirt, his pulse quickened and he could feel himself stiffening again. Like some sort of slutty magic trick her nipples revealed themselves as the fabric quickly grew transparent, clinging to her skin. Her nipples stood at attention under the coolness of the water.

Hold it together Gavin.

"I should probably go to bed," Cristy said. Gavin simply nodded. He should be making eye contact shouldn't he. What happened to damage control. It seemed only now that Cristy became aware of the spill and the resulting exposure. "Oops," she said with a giggle. "Well, I guess I owed you two and a half more minutes anyway."

Look up Gavin, look up. The good guy act is actually fucking working. He looked up with a sheepish grin. "Godammit. I'm sorry. I was doing it again, wasn't I?" Gavin looked around a moment, and happy to find nothing, quickly stripped off his shirt.

Gavin worked construction, and his body was the product of years of physical labor. Any excuse to take off his shirt in the vicinity of a woman he was trying to score was a welcome one. "Here kiddo." He said softly as he draped his shirt over Christy's chest. A noble gesture to all appearances, to preserve her dignity. But it also afforded Gavin a chance to 'accidentally' cup the sides of her boobs as he tucked it under her arms. His right thumb just managed to graze her nipple, which felt stiff under his touch. He felt another pulse down below, and had to hope his growing erection was not yet visible.

She might well have been steady enough to make it up the stairs on her own. Gavin really didn't know just how drunk she was at this point. But he wasn't going to squander such an innocent excuse to touch her. “Let’s get you to bed.” The words echoed in his head. A mental flash of a very un-fatherly nature. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close into his bare torso, and he caught her eye for just a moment.

He almost fucked up. As he felt her tiny waist in his arm. Felt her firm body pressed against his own, even if only from the side, his mind wandered. In the ridiculous, two second fantasy that flashed through his brain, Cristy was overwhelmed by his sheer manliness, and her unspoken desire for him and pulled him into a passionate kiss. So when their eyes met, Gavin’s horny and still tipsy brain thought for just one second that this was the moment.

He caught himself leaning his head forward. He quickly covered by looking down at their feet, the better to make sure they weren't stumbling over each other once they started walking. Holding her tighter than probably necessary, he guided her up the stairs to her room, hyper aware of every point of contact between them as they moved. He wanted more.

When they reached her door, he plucked the post-it note from above the knob and handed it to her, saying apologetically, “It’s all fixed now.” Then leading her into the room he held her hand as he sat her down on the bed. Then he kneeled down and started untying her shoes. He was going to give her the full nice guy treatment. “You should probably drink another glass of water before you go to sleep. The trick is to stay hydrated.”

He plucked off her socks. God, even her feet were sexy. Gavin was not a ‘foot guy’ by any stretch of the imagination, but they were smooth, and the soft pink of her perfectly manicured nails complimented her pale skin. He found himself idly massaging her foot as his eyes wandered over the patches of bare leg exposed by those ridiculous torn up jeans the kids insisted on wearing. Gavin had grown up poor, and the idea of buying pre-damaged jeans didn’t make sense to him, but he couldn't deny the effect the smooth skin of her thighs was having on him.

Don’t fuck this up Gavin, you’re losing it again. He needed to break the tension. He reluctantly moved his eyes from the bare skin peeking out of her ruined jeans back to Cristy’s face. Then with a mischievous grin, he gripped her foot more tightly and quickly waggled his fingers across the bottom, tickling her. After only a moment he relented and quickly stepped into her bathroom returning with another glass of water, and then said matter of factly, “Let’s get you out of that wet shirt.”

 

[w0ndergirl4]

Cristy was drunk enough that she barely noticed the looks Gavin was giving her, or even the seemingly innocent brushes of his hands against the sides of her breasts, or her nipple. She did notice that one minute he was smiling and helpful and distinctly wearing a shirt, and the next minute he was helping her up the stairs, and distinctly not wearing a shirt. Great, she thought, not only is my stepdad hung like a pornstar, but he's jacked too.

When they reached her room he showed her the note he had left and she realized that he had finally fixed her door so it would close and lock, and she found herself thanking him and telling him how nice he was, even though she was sure she had been really mad at him just a few hours earlier. She suspected she was supposed to still be mad at him, but it was hard, considering how good she was feeling at that moment, and how shirtless he was.

As she sat down on the bed and he knelt down in front of her, she wondered what he was doing. Hadn't she been the one kneeling in front of him earlier...with no shirt on. Oh, that's right, she suddenly remembered. Gavin really, really, really likes my boobs. She had a thought about that, but quickly became distracted when her stepdad removed her socks. Her feet had always been sensitive so when he tickled the bottom of her feet she nearly collapsed in squirming giggles before regaining her composure.

Luckily Gavin didn't press the issue, the brunette thought, fearing if he had tickled her any longer, she might have peed herself. When he returned a moment later carrying a glass of water, and announced that she needed to take her wet shirt off, Cristy hesitated for a moment, wondering if he just wanted to see her tits again. Then again, she did owe him two and a half minutes...plus she probably shouldn't sleep in a wet shirt.

And with that, the nineteen year old was on her feet again, pulling the tank top up over her head. That was as far as she got unfortunately, the white shirt getting stuck on her elbows, her arms above her head, her breasts completely exposed. As she struggled to pull the shirt off, Cristy lost her balance slightly and stumbled forward into her stepdad, her bare breasts pressing firmly against his bare chest as the shirt finally came free and she came face to face with Gavin.

"Sorry" the brunette mumbled as she slowly tried to push herself off and back. She found herself staring into Gavin's eyes as they both stood topless the tips of her breasts still brushing lightly against his chest.

"You know, I feel like I've been kind of a cock tease...if you want to touch them, you can," Cristy offered, her eyes briefly glancing down toward the slight bulge in her stepdad's pants.

 

[ManlyUsername]

When she stood to peel the shirt off over her head, Gavin couldn’t help muttering an “oh shit!” under his breath. This was far beyond the best result he had hoped for. She must really be plastered.

“Whoa there!” Gavin caught her as she stumbled forward not believing his luck, and hooked an arm around her waist. When she attempted to shift her weight to recenter her balance, he pushed his thigh against her, purposely disrupting her balance. “Don’t worry. I gotcha.”

The feel of her bare chest against his own was amazing. He looked down to see her breasts smashed against him. He could feel her nipples dragging along his skin whenever she moved. When he finally made eye contact again, he was not prepared for the look in Cristy’s eyes. Something had changed. Softened. Was it just the alcohol or something more.

"You know, I feel like I've been kind of a cock tease...if you want to touch them, you can,"

The words almost stop Gavin’s heart. Had she really said what he thought she said? His pulse was racing in his ears and his mouth had gone dry. He felt like he should have a witty retort, but the much needed blood that should be feeding his brain seemed to be rushing to his cock.

Instead he said nothing and simply returned her look, quickly becoming lost in her eyes. Pressed against her stomach, his dick swelled rapidly, and his left arm pulled her in a bit tighter. Let her feel just how she affected him. A slight shudder disrupts his next breath as his right hand begins sliding up her rib cage.

"Oh fuck." He sighed as his hand reached the bottom of her breast, gently cupping it. His fingers spread, trying to encompass as much of its voluminous size as possible, before giving it a firm squeeze. They were so soft, but still so firm. A hard ache ran up the length of his shaft which was near its full length now.

His grip softened and slid higher, his thumb finding her nipple. With a surprisingly gentle touch, the slightly calloused finger begins making slow circles around it. A sharp exhale he doesn't quite hide escapes as his hips shift involuntarily, trying to sneak in any hint of friction. He is fully hard now, arms the feel of being pressed against her firm belly has him near throbbing.

Gavin's voice has gone a little breathless when he speaks again, his tone deeper and lustful. "You did still owe me two minutes." He smiled but there is a predatory hint behind it. He keeps his eyes locked on her as his fingers come together applying firm pressure. "Does that feel good? "

 

[w0ndergirl4]

The words had escaped her lips before the meaning of what she was saying had truly registered in her brain. By the time it occurred to Cristy that she had just offered to let her stepdad grope her tits, his hand was already moving up her rib cage and then cupping the bottom of her breast. She gasped softly as Gavin spread his fingers across the width of her breast and then slowly squeezed. His hand was large and rough against her chest, but in a good way, she thought as fondled her.

When her stepdad started to tease her nipple with his thumb, it occurred to Cristy that she might be in trouble. Not the kind of trouble where you need help, or where someone is going to hurt you, but the kind where you are about to get yourself into something you might not be able to get out of. Or might not want to. The brunette couldn't help but moan slightly as her stepdad played with her nipple. She'd always had sensitive nipples and often when she was alone in her bed, touching herself, she would play with one or both of her nipples to stimulate herself.

Something was distracting her from the feeling of Gavin touching her breast though, something the nineteen year old couldn't quite put her finger on at first, but then suddenly she realized what was distracting her. It was the very large, very hard bulge in his pants, the bulge which was pressing firmly against her stomach as he held her tight to his body. It took another couple of seconds for Cristy's brain to work out exactly what the bulge was, but when she did she couldn't help but blurt it out.

"You've dick is hard!" the drunken teenager said at the exact same moment Gavin asked if what he was doing felt good.

"Sorry, it uh...it just feels so hard..." she said with a giggle before realizing she still hadn't answered his question. "It feels good when you play with my nipple, but I probably shouldn't tell you that," she said, the last part issued as a conspiratorial whisper.

 

[ManlyUsername]

The subtle intake of breath. The soft moan. The game was truly underway. She was having all the right reactions. Was she that ready? He briefly considered simply pushing her back onto the bed and climbing on top of her. But no. If it was too soon, he might lose all of his progress thus far and have to start over. No, he had to play this subtly.

"Your dick is hard!"

Gavin’s laugh matched her own, just two people sharing a playful moment. Seemingly in response, the hand on her waist released its pressure allowing her some measure of movement. The hand on her breast slid off to rest on her rib cage.

When a python constricts, it does not technically squeeze the air out of its prey. Instead it tightens its grip each time the victim exhales, leaving it no room to inhale. Similarly, Gavin had Cristy in his grasp. Whenever she teetered forward, she bumped into Gavin’s broad chest, but each time her weight shifted backwards, like an attentive dance partner, Gavin shifted to take up the space. Working her back toward the bed without actually making any explicit move to do so.

"Sorry, it uh...it just feels so hard...It feels good when you play with my nipple, but I probably shouldn't tell you that"

He lowered his voice to match her tone as the hand that had previously been on her waist moves toward her other breast. This time it’s his index finger tracing slow lines across the soft sensitive skin, before bouncing over her nipple. His tone is still playful but hushed. “Seems like I’m not the only one getting hard here.”

He begins rolling it between his fingers with increasing pressure. “Look at you. So sensitive! But you always have been sensitive.” The hand drops and then suddenly his fingers are dancing on her rib cage, assaulting the ticklish girl from both sides. It takes little effort to ensure her ensuing dance to escape results in her falling back onto the bed, and he follows her momentum.

The end result is Gavin with his hands resting on the bed on either side of her arms, looming over her. His body is not touching hers, but there is nowhere for her to go without him moving. Leaning a little lower, Gavin’s face is mere inches from her chest, as he looks up at her with a mischievous grin.

“If I have enough time left. I could make them feel a lot better.”

 

[w0ndergirl4]

Between the closeness of her stepdad's body to her own, the way he was touching her nipples, and the feel of his erection pressing against her, not to mention the alcohol fogging her brain, Cristy was having trouble focusing. And then she was falling onto the bed, Gavin on top of her. Looking at his shirtless arms and chest, and seeing the look of desire on his face, she knew she had let things go too far. Sure, she had owed him a few more minutes per their deal, but she'd gone too far offering to let him touch her breasts and now he was on top of her on the bed. It would have been so easy to just let him do what he wanted then, to just give in, but she couldn't. This was her stepdad, the man her mom was in love with.

The gravity of the situation finally hit the brunette, sobering her enough for her to put a hand on the center of Gavin's chest to keep him from lowering himself fully onto her. "I think your time's up, actually," she said, barely slurring her words. "I should finish taking my clothes off...I mean, finish getting ready for bed..."

She could see the disappointment on her stepdad's face and for a moment she wondered if he would take no for an answer. But that wasn't her only concern. The nineteen year old honestly felt guilty for getting the older man so worked up and then putting the brakes on so abruptly. She could see that he was still hard. Very hard.

"I'm sorry...I just think I need to go to sleep..." she said, softer.

 

[ManlyUsername]

He was so close. He knew on some level she wanted it. If he put his lips to her breasts, would her resolve really hold? If he dropped his full weight on her would she really push him away? He wanted her so bad. And now, almost lying on top of her, his dick was literally throbbing in anticipation.

It all flashed through his head in a moment as she planted the hand on the center of his chest, along with a profound sense of disappointment. In hindsight though, it was not surprising. He had once again pushed too fast. But he was still in the game. If he could just keep his wits about him, he could still come out a winner.

He realized he was nearly panting in his excitement and closed his eyes with a sigh, as much to get the sight of a half naked Cristy out of his mind as it was to collect his thoughts.

"I know, I know," he said in surrender. "You need your beauty sleep right?" He stood halfway back up, then got a mischievous grin on his face and set his fingers tumbling across her stomach one last time. "You're so ticklish!"

Watching her half naked body squirm under his touch was almost too much, and he relented after only a second. "Promise me you'll drink that whole glass of water before going to sleep." He said in his most fatherly tone, as if he hadn't just been contemplating fucking her.

As he stepped back into the hallway, he paused and leaned back in. "Hey. Make sure to lock your door." A wink and a smile and he left, closing the door behind him. As soon as he was alone, he gave his cock a squeeze with an audible groan. Fuck! He had never been this horny in his life. He needed a drink. Bad.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

As much as she wanted to just go to sleep, Cristy took her stepdad's advice and forced herself to sit up so she could drink more water. Once that was done the brunette stood up, still wobbling, and shimmied out of her jeans. Down to just her panties, Cristy collapsed back onto the bed and was soon fast asleep.

Despite her intoxication and her exhaustion, the nineteen year old woke up just an hour later. Her head hurt, but her thoughts were a little clearer than before and she quickly remembered her encounter with Gavin. She could still remember his hands on her breasts, and the way he was looking at her, and most off all, the very long, very hard erection in his pants. It occurred to her then as she sat up, that she had gotten him hard and then sent him away, and with her mom gone for the night, Gavin didn't have anyone to turn to.

Feeling bad that she had left him in such a predicament, Cristy slid from her bed, and stepped out of her bedroom, determined to find her stepdad and apologize. She checked his bedroom, but the bed was empty. Downstairs she found him sitting in his recliner, watching television, several empty beers on the floor next to his chair. She entered the room from behind his left shoulder, hidden from his view.

She paused for a moment watching Gavin. He kept shifting in his chair and tugging at the front of his pants, as if trying to get comfortable. The brunette couldn't help but wonder if she had left him with a case of blue balls after their encounter in her bedroom. Still wearing nothing but her panties, Cristy slowly moved forward to stand next to her stepdad who finally saw her.

"Hey, I feel bad about earlier...about sending you away," she began. "Are you okay? I mean...does it hurt?" she continued, looking down at the still visible bulge in his pants.

 

[ManlyUsername]

The beer wasn’t helping. Gavin was utterly conflicted on how to feel. On the one hand, Cristy had given the proverbial inch and he had taken a mile. But somehow he didn’t think he’d completely burned his bridge yet. He was still in the long game. He just had to keep his cool.

Ah, but there’s the rub. He couldn’t get her out of his fucking mind. He’d tried loading the dishwasher, cleaning the kitchen. He’d tried watching T.V. But the minute he stopped making a concerted effort to concentrate on the task at hand, the images slid back into his mind.

The worst, perhaps oddly, was the last moment before he left. When he was tickling her stomach. They way the muscles tensed on her flat stomach. Her back arching. Her tits swaying from side to side as she squirmed uncontrollably. It was so easy to imagine making her squirm for other reasons. By burying his head between her legs, or better yet burying his dick.

Ugh! For what seemed like the hundredth time, he had to reach down and give himself a tug. He’d been mostly hard for hours, and he hadn’t ached like this since he was a teenager. He wasn’t really sure why he didn’t just go jack off. On some level it felt like a let down. An admission of defeat. God he’d been so close to fucking her. Another throb, and he chastised himself again and tried to focus on the shitty action movie he was barely watching.

He was just adjusting himself again when Cristy’s voice caught him by surprise. Turning to her, he almost gasped. His mouth hung open and his brain refused to form words for several seconds. He finally closed his eyes and turned away for a moment with a pained grunt. But he couldn’t drive away the image of those tight little panties. As close as he was he could even see a hint at the folds underneath, and it immediately sent the blood flowing to his already swollen member.

Was she actually apologizing!? He was afraid to believe his ears. So, how the fuck should he play this. He could be belligerent. Damn right it hurts, look what you’ve done sort of thing. But so far, nice guy Gavin had made the most progress.

“Jesus Christy.” He said somewhere between a sob and a laugh, a half smile on his face. “Look at yourself.” He allowed himself a moment to let his eyes slide up and down her body. Good god, she was like something carved out of marble on display in a museum. “You get me all worked up...and boy, let me tell you, I’m in a state!” His voice was good natured, almost embarrassed. “And then you come down here looking like that! Are you trying to kill me?”

He laughed then, this was all still just fun and games right. “I mean, just look at me.” and he looked down at his own lap where he was now fully hard and pitching an impressive tent.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

"...and then you come down here looking like that! Are you trying to kill me?”

Cristy looked down at herself, realizing that approaching him dressed as she was, or undressed, was probably not the best idea. She realized she should have pulled a shirt on, anything to cover her breasts which Gavin had made clear he was quite fixated on. Why hadn't she put something on? Did she actually like the way he looked at her breasts?

“I mean, just look at me," he said, clearly referring to the erection in his pants.

And the brunette did look then, making no attempt to hide the fact. She took in the sight of the bulge there that seemed to be straining to burst free from his pants. That was what had caused her to get out of bed, what had brought her downstairs searching for her stepdad. It was the memory of his erection as he had laid atop her on the bed. The realization that she had caused that erection, and she had left him with that erection.

"I know...I' sorry...that's why I came to check on you," Cristy admitted, her eyes still locked on Gavin's impressive tent. "I felt bad...I didn't know if you would...you know...I wasn't sure if you would...jerk off or..." she trailed off, not sure how much more to say.

"It looks painful...is it painful...would it help if you took it out?" the nineteen year old asked, stopping herself short of actually offering to take it out for him.

 

[ManlyUsername]

She can’t stop looking, he thought to himself suppressing a grin. She’s been staring at your dick since she came down here. He allowed himself another look at her almost naked body. Her tits were almost in his face. How could tits so fucking big be that perky. He could almost lean over right now and take one of her nipples in his mouth. He nudged his dick to one side again with a grunt.

And that stomach. So flat, so firm. Her ass perfectly hugged by her tight little panties. He shifted his hips.

Cristy’s tone was apologetic. "I felt bad...I didn't know if you would...you know...I wasn't sure if you would...jerk off or..."

Holy fuck. She was apologizing. She was standing here, almost naked, staring at his dick, and apologizing for making him horny. This was his shot. Jesus, this might really happen.

"It looks painful...is it painful...would it help if you took it out?" she said.

Gavin couldn’t help letting out something between a sigh and a groan. The words hit his ears and shot straight down to his groin. She wanted to see it. Did she want more? She was taking the blame for his current state, and she wanted to see it. If he played it right, it should be possible to convince her to do something about it.

His pulse was racing in his ears, and he could feel his face getting flush. He wanted her to do it. The idea of watching her peel off his pants was making him ache. He needed to play up the victim role. Surely she would help poor pathetic Gavin out.

“Yeah.” Gavin said, putting on a pained expression. “It’s…” he shifted his hips again as if trying to get comfortable. “It’s getting pretty damn uncomfortable. These pants don’t stretch enough to let it straighten all the way out. It Would be more comfortable.”

Afraid to push it too far, he also really wanted it. He decided to meet her half way. Undoing his belt, he released the snap at the top of his jeans. Pulling at the waistband, he made it look like the zipper just popped open on it’s own, and as he’d hoped, his raging hard on rose through the gap, straining at the fabric of his briefs.

He looked up at Cristy pathetically. “Would you be willing to help me pull these off?”

 

[w0ndergirl4]

Cristy bit her bottom lip nervously as she saw her stepdad reach for his belt, clearly intending to free his cock from his pants. It had been her idea, but she suddenly felt unsure about what was about to happen. She felt bad about causing him so much discomfort but at the same time the brunette couldn't say what was about to happen and that was more than a little disconcerting.

She watched intently as Gavin loosened his belt first, then unsnapped the front of his jeans. A moment later the zipper seemed to open itself, at least part of the way, his cock rising upward slightly, straining to part the zipper even further.

“Would you be willing to help me pull these off?” Gavin asked, his voice seeming to come through a fog, muted and indistinct to Cristy. After a long pause, she finally absorbed the question and realized what he was asking her to do for him. Her first thought was that she shouldn't, but then she found herself thinking that as long as she didn't actually touch him, it would be okay. As long as she didn't touch his dick, she wouldn't be betraying her mom.

Without a word, the brunette slowly leaned over her stepdad's torso, her hands moving to the front of his pants, her breasts hanging down over his lap. Gripping Gavin's jeans to either side of his zipper, Cristy slowly pulled his pants open, allowing his cock, still contained by his briefs to rise up slightly. Knowing that she would have to do more, the teen straightened back up and slowly circled around until she was standing directly in front of her stepdad.

Again Cristy made no attempt to speak before bending over and tugging Gavin's pants down to his knees. With that accomplished, the brunette once again straightened up, her eyes still locked on the tent in Gavin's briefs which were tight enough to clearly outline his thick, hard cock. She paused for a long moment, wondering if he was going to pull his underwear down, or if he wanted her to. When he made no move to do so, Cristy once again bent over, her hands finding the waistband of his briefs and a moment later his erection sprung free as she peeled the briefs down.

It was easily the biggest dick Cristy had ever seen, not that she had seen a huge number, but she'd seen her share and she couldn't remember one being as fat and long as Gavin's appeared to be in that moment. Without really thinking about what was going to happen next, the brunette slowly knelt down in front of her stepdad, her breasts now level with his cock, her hands slipping from his waistband to rest lightly on his thighs a few inches from his manhood.

 

[ManlyUsername]

It was like some kind of dream. A fantasy playing out in his head. Only it was really happening, and unlike all the times he'd fantasized about something like this, he was now unsure what to do next.

She didn't say anything. He wondered if that meant this was over, until she bent over him. It took every ounce of his self control not to reach up to touch her breast. The zipper gave way, and as if knowing it's part in this performance, his cock pushed its way upward, straining against its confinement.

Another long pause. Gavin didn't speak a word. Just waited, hoping, his breath slowly getting more rapid. Then she came to stand in front of him. That's it. Go ahead. As if hearing his thoughts Cristy finally leaned forward and pulled his jeans half way down. Gavin squirmed. He really was getting uncomfortable now, his erection now so stiff it was pulling the waistband of his briefs away from his stomach.

"Oh god." muttered with a shuddering breath. He waited. She waited. His thoughts were scattered as he looked at her now. Standing so close. Eyes locked on his aching cock. Fuck! His dick had never been this hard without being buried between a woman's legs, or having her lips wrapped around it. It couldn't stop here.

She was so focused on it. A plan Gavin! What's the play? He needed to pull it out. Maybe play with it. That might turn her on. He gathered from the look in her eyes she had not seen many, if any, of his size. That's it. Ask her. Make her focus on how big it is. Tell her you know she wants it. No. Too aggressive. Just ask if she wants to touch it. Just an offer to satisfy her curiosity.

The feel of her fingernails lightly scraping his lower stomach as her fingers wrapped around his waistband instantly wiped his mind clean. Any remnants of rational thought that attempted to coalesce in the wake were likewise shattered when her hands came to rest on his thighs. "Shit!" he hissed quietly.

His fingers dug into the arms of the recliner, his stomach flexed tight, and his ass almost came off of the seat. His voice was barely more than a whimper. "Please. Cristy. Don't stop. Fuck! I need it so bad." His body squirmed under her hands. "Please. Please"

 

[w0ndergirl4]

Hearing Gavin's pleas, Cristy realized that he did indeed expect her to help him out, or at least he wanted her to. Christy considered it for a moment. She could jerk him off and no one would ever have to know except the two of them. But could she really do that to her mom? Wouldn't touching her stepdad's dick be crossing a line, even if it was just with her hand? And what if he wanted more than a handjob? What if he expected her to suck his dick? She definitely couldn't do that to her mom.

"I...I can't...I can't do that..." she responded, her voice barely a whisper. "I shouldn't even be here, but I feel like this is all my fault..."

"Can't you...can't you jerk it off? You can look at my tits while you do it, if that will help?" the brunette offered tentatively, her gaze finally braking free of his massive cock to move up and lock onto Gavin's eyes.

 

[ManlyUsername]

Gavin rolled his head back on the chair and covered his face with his hands. He didn’t know whether to laugh, scream or cry. He remained silent for several long moments, blowing a heavy sigh through his hands. He had to let the rush pass. The level of frustration was bordering on anger, but he knew that was his horny brain spinning out of control.

He wanted it so bad. He was literally aching to cum. He looked down at Cristy. Well, to be honest, he first looked down at those glorious tits. She had just given him permission after all. It would be fun to spill himself all over them. She had been staring pretty hard. She might even enjoy the show. But she wasn’t going to give in now, and as always, it was about the long game. As P.t Barnum had said, always leave them wanting more.

His eyes finally tore themselves away to meet Cristy’s eyes. “I’m sorry. You’re right kiddo. You go on back to bed. I’ll take care of myself.” And only marginally trying to hide his profound sense of disappointment, Gavin reached down and began pulling up his briefs.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

“I’m sorry. You’re right kiddo. You go on back to bed. I’ll take care of myself," Gavin said after a moment, his voice thick with frustration and disappointment. Cristy felt a pang of guilt as she heard that disappointment. And then her stepdad started to reach for his briefs, clearly intending to pull them back up.

The brunette startled herself with how quickly she reacted to that, her hand darting from their places on his thighs to grab hold of his briefs, holding them firmly in place as she spoke, "Wait. Don't."

They sat like that for a long moment, Cristy's determined to keep her stepdad from covering himself, his engorged cock sticking straight up in front of her, Gavin clearly content to wait for his stepdaughter to explain herself. She didn't explain herself though. She couldn't, not even to herself. Instead the teen lifted herself up on her knees, her hands still grasping at his briefs. As she repositioned herself between his legs, no longer sitting back on her heels, Cristy's breasts brushed against stepdad's erection, unintentionally at first, but then the teen did it purposefully, leaning into Gavin's lap and letting her breasts press around his cock.

Eventually the brunette released one hand's hold on his briefs and slid that hand to the base of his cock. Her fingers slowly wrapped around the thick shaft and then she was pulling his erection towards her chest, rubbing the head against her tits and back and forth over her nipples.

"You love my tits, don't you? Tell me. Tell me how much you like them. Tell me what you want to do to them," Cristy whispered even as she slapped her stepdad's cock against one of her breasts, then repeated it on the other side.

 

[ManlyUsername]

HIs waistband refused to move. "Wait. Don't." Cristy said as she gripped his briefs. Gavin held his breath. A million potential responses flew through his head but he was just aware enough of his desperateness to not trust himself not to blow it. Instead he just stared at her dumbly. The game had once again taken an unsuspected turn.

The pause went on for what seemed like forever. The look in those big beautiful eyes was hard to read. Was she struggling with what to do next? His cock stood rigid between them, refusing to be ignored. Almost demanding to be acknowledged. She didn’t seem to want him to put it away. Was it purely guilt? Sympathy for putting him in this state? Or was it that she was not done with looking at it? Did she want more?

The play here seemed pretty obvious. Do nothing. She had stopped him from leaving. Let her make the next move. Gavin struggled to control his breathing as he waited.

That control broke the moment she started moving. A simple motion. His briefs moved to his ankles as she rose up off her heels. He had to part his knees slightly as she straightened up. He immediately let out a heavy breath. Her breasts were now maddeningly close to his rock hard member. For the second time tonight he nearly lost all rational thought at the sight of them.

She leaned even closer, and the side of his shaft brushed against the creamy white skin. Only a whisper of a touch. Incidental. But it sent a wave of fire through his loins, and he groaned. He had dreamed of something like this for so long. He was sure he must be dreaming.

Perhaps his reaction spurred her on, but the contact was no longer incidental. She was purposely pressing the soft fleshy mounds against him now. He let out a whimper, “Huh...yes, yes.” There was no hiding the depth of his breathing now. He shifted his ass right and left as she pressed against him, desperate for more friction. Eventually, he let out a gasp as her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. He managed only a stifled groan. “Oh, fuck!”

She played it across her tits. The head of his cock bumped across her nipples. Oh my god, they were so stiff. He felt his balls tighten. Her voice was quiet when she spoke, but her words rang in his ears, "You love my tits, don't you? Tell me. Tell me how much you like them. Tell me what you want to do to them.” He gasped again and his ass lifted off the chair.

Snap out of it Gavin. You need to calm yourself down. Don’t blow your load on the first touch. He growled, letting out a hissing breath through clenched teeth. Closing his eyes for a moment let him push the sight of Cristy’s boobs out of his mind. You’re in control. You’re in control. You’re in control. He let out a grunt each time she slapped his dick against her breast. She wasn’t being timid anymore. Go with it. Concentrate on her words. Concentrate on telling her what she wants to hear.

“You gonna make me say it?” It came out a little breathless. “Seriously?” A little more in control. “Yes. God yes! I love your tits.” Another painful groan as she brushed the tip of his cock across one of her nipples again. “I’ve been thinking about them all night. I can’t get it out of my mind what it felt like to touch them.” His hips had begun to rock up and down slowly. He was losing it again.

“I get so fucking hard every time I see them. You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about putting those nipples in my mouth.” He put his head back for a moment with a heavy sigh, then looked back down at his cock pointedly. He was almost panting now “Holy fuck Cristy. You’re killing me here.”

 

[w0ndergirl4]

Cristy knew that if she was going to do this, if she was going to overcome the voice in her head that was telling her she shouldn't, she needed to give in to the experience, to the kink of it all. That was why she had asked Gavin to talk dirty to her, to tell her what he wanted to do to her. She knew hearing his depraved thoughts about his own stepdaughter would be enough to help her give over the mental hump herself. And it worked.

As her stepdad began to talk about how much he loved her breasts and how much he fantasized about them, the brunette found herself more and more aroused, more and more into the moment as she continued to rub his cock against and between her tits til finally she spit on the tip and began to stroke it up and down with her hand, squeezing it firmly.

Cristy looked up into Gavin's eyes as she continued to work his cock with her hand, the head repeatedly bounding against her breasts as she did so. He almost looked like he was in pain as he stared down at her, groaning occasionally. She could feel his erection pulsing and throbbing in her hand and she wondered how long it might take for him to climax. Her hand moved faster at the thought.

"Do you like having me stroke your big fat dick? Your stepdaughter?" she asked, curious if he was as turned on by the taboo nature of the situation as she was. She spat on his cock again, providing more lubrication. Then without thinking about it, she pushed her stepdad's cock between her tits and squeezed them tight around the shaft. With Gavin's dick securely sandwiched between her tits, Cristy began to bounce them up and down the length of his erection.

"Is this what you want? You want to fuck my tits, Gavin?" she asked, again looking him in the face as she continued to squeeze her breasts around his dick.