A schoolgirl tried to anger her stepdad but seduced him instead

If I had to say one thing I’m really not proud of, it’s what happened between Zaria and me last week. I’m still wondering if I should tell her mother, come clean and accept the way she’s going to handle it. How she’s gonna deal with me.

Zaria is a good girl and she doesn’t have it easy at school, the only black girl at a prestigious school, plus she’s very smart and in a way she takes being African American as a reason to provoke more, to play against the rules. She says that the rules are set up so that she has to lose and since as a black man I’ve been through my own thing, I actually have to kind of agree with her.

But I digress.

I’m digressing from what happened on Thursday after I came home from work, tired and ready to order dinner from DoorDash so my wife, the mother of Zaria, wouldn’t have to cook and I didn’t feel like working in the kitchen myself.

Zaria is my step-daughter and it’s probably fair to say that our relationship is rather complicated. Sometimes I think we both try, but we just can’t seem to find a form of communication.

It’s easy to succumb to the excuse that if Zaria’s mother had come home from work on time, none of this would have had to happen. But I’ve never shirked responsibility and I’m not about to start. Here is simply a summary of what happened and if you are going to judge me, bring it on. But I hope you’ll read everything first, maybe even ask Zaria, and then try to make a judgement before you try to judge whether I acted like a wretch and not a man.

I don’t know if Zaria came home from school already angry and planning to take her anger out on me. She was still wearing her school uniform, and I try not to look at her too much because for reasons I don’t understand, I find school uniforms terribly racy and that’s a totally inappropriate mindset in the case of my step-daughter. Even though Zaria is very mature for her age and owes her race to the fact that even though she is slender, she has very large breasts and a really big, round butt. One of the things I once approached her about and… But enough dodging, enough running away from the subject. I’ll just tell you what happened.

When I walked into the house and saw her sprawled out on the living room couch, cell phone in hand, I said hello and asked how she was. She started to squeal, told me to mind my own business and I made the mistake of asking what was eating her.

“That my mom married an asshole is what’s eating me,” she retorted. I hope I get some credit for letting it go, I didn’t reply.

“What,” she snapped, “don’t you have the balls to tell me to fuck off?”

I snapped something juicy at her and she started yelling at me. At that moment, she seemed to forget everything she was being taught at the prestigious school with my hard-earned money and screamed the worst obscenities at me. I had to intervene before the cheeky girl got in over my head.

I walked over to the couch she was sprawled out on. I couldn’t help but notice that the short skirt of her school uniform was rolled up so that her sheer, lacy, light blue panties were showing. Worse, her shirt was unbuttoned so that it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra underneath, and the sight of her practically bare, large, round breasts disarmed me for a moment. After all, she was just a kid.

The little bitch had noticed, though. She knew exactly where I was looking.

“What?” She grinned. “Don’t you know that when you call someone a spoiled little brat, you’re supposed to look them in the eye?”

I argued that of course I was looking her in the eye, but she jumped in and asked if it would help me focus better if she took her top off completely. She completely changed her daily game of trying to piss me off and I didn’t know what to expect. Before I could say anything, Zaria seductively started unbuttoning her shirt and I yelled at her to stop.

“This isn’t funny,” I told her.

She wasn’t listening to me at all. Her black eyes glittered with mischief, the little bitch thought this was just a game.

“Stop it!” I yelled at her. ” Button up and go to your room.”

But she just grinned, unbuttoned the last button of her uniform shirt, and opened it until her breasts were completely bare. I had to sit up because I could feel myself getting hard.

“Damn it, stop fooling around. What if your mother came over? What would she think?”

“Well, just what she must have thought a long time ago, unless she’s completely stupid. Of course you want to fuck young flesh. Don’t pretend you don’t.”

I was about to reply, only Zaria had already dropped her panties as well. She was still sprawled out on the couch, affording me the luxury of a view of her big tits, but fortunately she was lying down so that while I had a prime view of her big naked ass, I couldn’t see her pussy.

Still, I had a lot to keep in order.

“Well?” she demanded. “Do you like what you see?”

“Zaria,” I tried conciliatory. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. But this thing you’re doing is a very bad thing. And you know it very well. Buckle up and keep this between us. Like it never happened.”

“Didn’t happen what?” she said, and this time she took both breasts in her hands and started kneading her nipples in front of me.

“That’s enough! Get dressed. Now!”

“Why don’t you come closer and make me?”

I stood up, walked over to her. I could tell she could see how excited I was, but I had to step in, I had no choice. I stood over her and she turned to me. She was now lying on her back, her large breasts spread to the sides and her knees spread apart and this time she offered me a view of her private parts as well. She was completely shaved, but she must have shaved a few days ago, as it was obvious that the hairs had started to grow back.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”, I yelled.

I leaned forward, each hand grabbing one end of the shirt she was still wearing and tried to pull them over her breasts. Inevitably, I touched them in doing so and she started laughing. Her large breasts jiggled at the movement and the shirt slipped to the side again, leaving her breasts still bare, plus they were now swaying a lot.

I stood there over her, not knowing what to do.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her full force. I didn’t expect that, I couldn’t keep my balance and fell right on top of her. Because my hands were on her naked breasts, her dark nipples were now completely hard, I tried to move my hands out of the way as I fell, and I landed full weight on top of her.

She pulled my face to hers and started kissing me. She was clumsy, a little more aggressive than to be called a good kisser, but her tongue in my mouth did its job.

I had a full erection, my hands on her full breasts.

I gave in.

For just a little while the situation was so unbearable that I started kissing her back. I closed my eyes. Her breasts were smaller, but much firmer than her mother’s. Except that while her mother had been very static lately and rather just tolerated my touch, Zaria was growling under my hands, arching under my every touch.

I knew it was wrong, but the whole situation was so sensual that from a certain point on there was simply no turning back. She recognized it. I thought she was going to start laughing at me. She’d push me away. She’d threaten to tell her mother all about it. It’s possible she had a camera somewhere and was filming me.

I guess I wanted it to happen.

Because what followed was by far the worst thing that could have happened. And the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.

She unzipped my pants and expertly guided my hard cock inside. She was tight, wet and her hips came out to meet me.

“Your mother must never know this,” I said, and the little bitch sweetly replied that it depended on how hard I tried.

I took off her shirt, which was just floating on her anyway.

She had incredible breasts, beautifully shaped, big, nipples rock hard. I took them in my mouth and Zaria moaned with pleasure. I was afraid to come, I’ve never been one for stamina and I wanted the pleasure, the forbidden pleasure, to last a while longer.

But she took it for me, pressing my cheeks together and thrusting hard.

We both moaned. Then she did it again, and I knew there was nothing left to do, and I began to come myself. I picked a pace that was going to last me a while, only the little bitch wanted to enjoy me to the end.

“Tell me,” she whispered in my ear. “Do I fuck better than my mom?”

I wasn’t planning on answering that and instead took a nipple into my mouth. I gave her a little nip with my teeth and she arched with pleasure again, moaning even harder, and I knew she wasn’t missing much and was about to orgasm.

She knew it too, of course.

As she was so aroused, she pulled away. By that I mean, she not only ripped my nipple out of my mouth, she slipped out. I wanted to push it back in, but she moved out of the way and laughed, it was a wicked laugh. So sweet and seductive.

“Answer me. Do I fuck better than Mom?”

“Yes,” I stammered, trying to get inside her again.

“Yes what?” she shot back my favorite line and I groaned, but this time it was pure desperation. I too was on the verge of cumming, exploding in delightful ecstasy, and the little bitch was in my way.

“Yeah,” I said. “You fuck better.”

But even that wasn’t enough to let me back into the moist warmth of her pussy.

“In a complete sentence,” she said again, another of my pronouncements I’d vowed never to say again in my life. Not after this.

“Yeah, Zaria. You’re perfect, you fuck very nicely, and Mom would be proud of you. Is that what you want to hear?”

She laughed. She pulled me close again, knees apart so I could slide into her again. And I started to come again. I looked at her and she looked at me. All the mischievousness drained from her beautiful young face. I could tell she was enjoying it.

You could see she was going to want it again.

“Oh, fuck me!” I screamed and ejaculated. I felt the cum flow out of me and as if it was what she had been waiting for, she arched her back, dug her nails into my back and screamed. She roared like a lioness, it had nothing to do with moaning.

The couch was too narrow for me to just roll off and lay down next to her without ending up on the floor. I gathered what strength I had left and stood up. There were splatters of cum everywhere under her, it was even on the skirt of her school uniform and I stared at her helplessly. It was clear that her mother, who was due to appear any minute, would figure out what had happened here. She’d kick me out.

And Zaria and I would never do it again.

I guess the girl figured it out, too.

She jumped up, deftly threw off the rest of her clothes and picked them up, grabbing my outfit, which ended up on the floor. She gave me a friendly growl from the laundry room, along with the other clothes she had picked up in the hamper.

“Mom’s gonna freak when she sees I actually did the laundry for once.”

Go to Your Room, and Don’t Forget—You Owe Me for the Mess You Made!