“Hello.”
“Whatcha doing, playing with yourself again,” my step-daughter Teresa asked me.
“Funny,” I answered.
“Isn’t that what you do most of the day?”
Teresa was 20, a cute, top-heavy bottle-blonde with several piercings and tattoos and one of those tongue studs, and she worked as a repair dispatcher for the cable TV company. Thanks to her connections I got great service and the fastest Internet service possible, and at a great deal. She was my wife’s only daughter, and she liked giving me a hard time about pretty much anything she could think of. Sex included. I did a pretty good job of going toe-to-toe with her.
“You and your friends still coming over to watch the game Sunday,” I asked.
“Hell yeah,” she said. “You’re the only one who will let us drink.”
“As long as you don’t go driving anywhere for a couple hours afterward, yes.”
“Of course,” she said. “See you then. And maybe we can make a bet on the game.”
“You’re on,” I said, and hung up.
—–
Game day arrived, and as it turned out I had put out way more veggies and snacks and cold beer than was necessary. My wife Kim was called into work, so she was a no-show. And of the three friends that Teresa said were coming over, only one, her roommate Kate, came. My next-door neighbors also begged off at the last minute, so my expected party of eight turned into a party of three instead.
“Hey Jerry, want to make a bet on the game?” Teresa asked just before kickoff.
I gave her a wary glance. “Maybe. But knowing you I’m a bit suspicious.”
Teresa and Kate both laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep it G-rated. So, when your team loses, you have to cook something for me and Kate once a month for the next year.”
“Fair enough. And if my team wins, you have to come here once a month until next year’s game and make your mom and me dinner.”
“Deal,” she said confidently.
The game got off to a decent start even though no one scored in the first quarter, and the three of us greedily consumed the food and drinks and food.
“Hey Jerry,” Teresa said as the second quarter started. “How brave are you? Wanna make an addition to our bet?”
“Hmmm. Maybe,” I said, though I probably should have known better. “What you got?”
“First team to score, the loser has to flash the winner.”
Kate almost did a spit-take with her beer. “Teresa!”
“That’s not exactly a G-rated bet,” I said, shaking my head.
“So?! If your guys score first I’ll show you my tits. I know you want to see ’em anyway. But when my guys score, you gotta show Kate and me what you’re giving to mom every Thursday night. You guys get kinda loud sometimes, you know.”
“Excuse me?!”
Teresa laughed and Kate turned bright red. “This one’s between you guys,” Kate said. “I’m not showing my tits to anyone.”
“I’ve already seen your girls, silly,” Teresa said.
I should have said no right there, but Teresa did have a point. I really did want to see her boobs. She was easily a 36 DD, and I’ve always liked big tits.
“Fine,” I said. “But if your mom finds out we’re both dead meat!”
Lucky for me about five minutes later my team scored to take the lead. Teresa screamed out “Nooo” and Kate started laughing. I simply smiled. Knowing I’d catch holy hell if her mom ever found out, I was fully prepared to let her back out of the bet. I’d have been disappointed, but oh well.
“Shit,” Teresa said. But without saying anything else, she got off the couch and stood in front of where I was sitting, pulled off her t-shirt and bra and exposed her tits about a foot from my face. It suddenly got very tight in my jeans as my cock started to spring to life.
“So here they are,” she said. “Like what you see?”
Hell yes, I did. Her boobs were nice and firm for their size, and she had these wonderful nipples that I watched get nice and firm as she pinched them. If I dared I would have pulled her close to motorboat those babies for the rest of the game.
“I have to admit, those are amazing, Teresa. But you know, I would have let it slide if you tried to back out of the bet.”
“But isn’t it more fun this way,” she said as our eyes locked, a little sexual tension filling the air.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Kate said, breaking Teresa and I out of our trance.
—–
The score was tied at halftime, but the girls were ahead of me by one drink. Kate excused herself to go to the bathroom, and apparently the beer was making Teresa feel a bit more daring. The fact her team scored next must have emboldened her.
“Wanna up the stakes?” Teresa asked. “Make it a little more interesting? But if you refuse, I automatically win, just like using the doubling cube in backgammon.”
“Feeling confident that measly lead is going to hold, eh? Sure. What’s your bet?”
“R-rated this time. On top of our original bet, when my team wins you have to get naked in front of me and Kate for two, no, make it three hours.”
“Oh come on,” I said. “I can’t do that. Besides, if your mom ever found out I’d be sleeping on the couch for months.”
“Then I win by default.”
I looked at her mischievous smile and wondered what kind of trouble this could cause. Thinking back to the sight of her tits so close to me, I gave in.
“OK, Bet.
“Not me what,” Kate said as she walked back into the living room.
“Nothing,” Teresa said. “Just making another bet. A lot more interesting.”
I poured myself a shot. Both games, the one on TV and the one between Teresa and I, definitely got a lot more interesting. Though I had occasionally wondered what she looked like naked, I never really thought of her in an uninhibited sexual way. Until now that is. I’ll definitely be jerking off to the memory of those tits for years to come.
—–
We’d each had another beer. Her team scored again, then my team scored twice, giving me the upper hand near the end of the game. Of course I didn’t really expect Teresa to follow through when she lost, but it didn’t seem like a bad idea to goad her a little. Must have been the alcohol in me talking.
“I gotta say I’m liking the way this is going down, Teresa. Just a few minutes left to play and my guys are ahead. Ready to pay off?” I gave her a big, shit-eating grin.
“Nope. Are you ready to raise the stakes?”
“What now?” I asked. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, but I was curious to hear what she had in mind.
“Along with the dinners, when I win, you have to get naked and jerk off for us. Oh yeah, and you have to eat out Kate.”
“What?!?” Kate and I both shouted in unison. Teresa howled with laughter.
“Bitch! How’d I get involved in this?” Kate said, glaring at Teresa.
“Shut up. You’ll like it when we win.” Teresa looked at me. “So?”
I wasn’t sure what to do. Backing down and hoping I wouldn’t have to strip was the smart move, but my team was ahead and the alcohol was making me feel brave. I had to come up with something that would make her back down, so I went for the extreme and looked her straight in the eyes.
“If my team wins, and they’re ahead by the way if you look at the score, then you have to come here at least once a month for the next year, get naked …”
I paused for a dramatic effect.
“… and give me the best blow job ever.”
“Holy shit,” Kate gasped.
“And if you refuse, then I win by default. That was your rule, right?!” I smiled big, confident that she’d back down.
Teresa didn’t say anything for a moment. “Deal! Now look,” she said, pointing at the TV.
I turned just in time to watch a reply of her team making an amazing catch just yards away from the end zone and victory.
“Whooo Hooo, baby,” she yelled, and high-fived Kate. “Now that’s the way, boys. I am gonna win this bet. Ha ha ha ha ha.”
Un-be-lieveable. I turned a little red and took a swallow out of my beer. “Game’s not over yet, kid.”
I tried to sound unconcerned, but I suddenly wasn’t feeling very confident. I wondered if Teresa would let me back down.
And then came the miracle. One of the worst plays in history that could have won the game for her and her team instead turned into an interception.
“Yes,” I shouted.
“Fuck,” Teresa screamed. “What. The. Fuck.”
I couldn’t help but jump out of my chair and let out a loud whoop moments later when time ran out and my team won! Hell, I won. Teresa now owed me big time. Of course, would she actually follow through with the bet, or beg off. Of course I’d let her back out if she wanted.
Our eyes met. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Without saying a word, Teresa walked over to me, smiled, stripped off her t-shirt again and reached down to unzip my pants.
“Oh my god, Teresa,” Kate said, as she watched my step-daughter get on her knees and take my rapidly hardening cock into her mouth.
“Shit,” I said as I felt her mouth engulf my little head. I could feel her lips and tongue and that stud work its way up and down my shaft and over the nub.
I don’t think I’ve ever been harder than I was at that moment. Such a taboo being broken, but I loved the way this young woman was giving me head. She knew instinctively when to speed up and when to slow down to keep me from coming too soon. The tip of her tongue worked on the underside of my glans. For several minutes she licked up one side of my shaft and down the other, all the while gently massaging my balls.
As Teresa was giving my cock the lollipop treatment I looked over at Kate. Holy crap; she had unbuttoned her pants and was fingering herself with one hand while rubbing her tits though her shirt with the other. I was trying to hold off my orgasm for as long as possible, but watching her I knew I wasn’t going to last any longer.
“Oh fuck Teresa, I’m going to cum!”
She moaned her approval and took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could. A split-second later my balls erupted and I spurted one, two, three, four times into Teresa’s mouth. She looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes as she sucked every drop of semen out of me. A smile of intense satisfaction.
I thought Teresa had swallowed my load, but she winked at me and went over to Kate and gave her a long, deep kiss, sharing my sperm with her best friend. They kissed for at least a minute before Teresa broke it off and turned to look at me.
“I just have one question,” she finally said. “Do we have to wait a whole month to do this again?”
