jillin' off in juan's chair

Juan had two chairs. I sat in the first, large wooden chair reading his Bible and posing innocently. Placing my bare naked feet where feet were not supposed to go: on and over the armrests, against the seat cushion, the backrest, and the wall. After an hour of reading, I went and sat in the second, yellow cushy chair. My pre-sex appetizer was over. Erotica for men. (female masturbation).

Excerpt:

First, I want to say, he isn't, really, my daddy. He is just a man married to my mom. Her second marriage.

I told myself I was going to be good. That was the Christian part of me. But being a Christian does not stop being horny. And I felt the horniness coming two days earlier when I knew I would be home.

I was house-sitting as my parents spent a week in Spain absorbing our family's genealogy. My mom and stepdad are Spanish.

But my biological father? I don't know. Maybe Norwegian, Swedish, or Finnish. Which would account for my strawberries and cream complexion. And maybe how small my butt is.

My stepdad calls mom and me the bubble butt twins. Which is hard to believe. My mom's butt is twice as big as mine. But maybe as I grow older it will swell up and poof out.

I sometimes bend over and look at my behind in the mirror and shake my tight tiny rear. No, my butt does not jiggle. It is too small.

I have seen my stepdad pat my mom's rear sometimes. Not mine. But I wish he would.

My mom married my stepdad when I was sixteen. I'm nineteen now.

Nineteen and horny. Oh my, the horniness. Can't it stop already?

Horny for my stepfather. My daddy. Not actually, just technically.

His name is Juan. And I like him because he's a man. A huge man. Three hundred pounds of masculinity.
He wears a beard and is nothing but a bear. Hairy all over.

When we go places as a family, other men step aside. My daddy commands respect.

And that's the type of man I want. Someone who can protect me.

I heard Freckles, our cat, meow behind me. He was the reason for my house-sitting.

I lived an hour away at the University. It was spring break and well I had no plans.

I told myself I was going to be good.

I picked up Freckles and rubbed him down. I was sure he missed me.

I had been standing and staring into the living room. Staring at my daddy's two chairs. An old wooden one and a large yellow cushiony thing.

No one sat in either one except for Juan and possibly guests.

They're too big for me, and Juan can't sit anywhere else.

Both chairs came from Juan's apartment before we all moved into this new house.

The chairs were comfortable for Juan, and I honestly liked watching him sit in them. They were his thrones.

This last winter when I did come home for the holiday and sat in his chair, I became excited. Sexually.

Maybe I missed home. Or maybe I was getting older and more independent. But thoughts began to race in my mind about my stepdad. Naughty girl thoughts.

The chairs smelled of Juan. Strong and powerful. And I wanted to sit in my stepdad's chairs a lot more.

If only my parents knew that I had begun to sit in his chairs. Quite often during the holiday season whenever they were away for a few hours.

And now I was house-sitting all alone.

What was I going to do? Be a good girl?

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