Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  One day in my mid-teens that all came to a grinding halt for reasons I could never figure out. Suddenly he had no time for me, and no matter what I did nothing had changed since.

  I helped around the house, I got good grades at school, I was polite and respectful. I was the absolute definition of a good girl. I even avoided getting involved with any guys because I knew from some of my friends that parents invariably disapproved of them.

  I did it all so that Liam would look at me again, so I could bask in his attention once more. It wasn’t until one night as I watched him drive my mom off in one of his cars that I realised two things that shocked me.

  Firstly, he didn’t treat my mom any differently than he used to. He was taking her to some kind of a fancy-dress party and she was wearing my school uniform for it. That must mean that whatever went wrong between Liam and I really was my fault.

  Secondly, that pang I felt as I watched his classic muscle car roll away and heard them laughing through the open windows over the roar of the engine was jealousy. I wanted what she had with Liam.

  I remembered getting up for a glass of water that night and walking past their room. The sounds my mom were making stopped me in my tracks. To say she was vocal about what was happening in there would have been putting it mildly.

  Before I knew it, my hand was inside my pyjama bottoms and I was sitting on the floor with my back against the wall next to their door. When I came, I had to bite my arm so hard to stay quiet that I still had teeth-marks in it the next morning. Nothing had ever come close to that orgasm and since that day nothing fuelled my fantasies like Liam.

  That’s why I had to try this lingerie on. I needed to see myself in something Liam thought was sexy. Hell, he wasn’t wrong, the bra and panties were simple, elegant and just damn hot. It wasn’t long before I was adjusting the undergarments for a comfortable fit. They felt like they were practically handmade by a master craftsman especially for me.

  I closed my eyes again and ran my hands down my body, imagining it was Liam feeling my full breasts in the lingerie he had chosen for me, squeezing my perky ass, promising to make me scream. A flutter of excitement rippled from my belly and I opened my eyes to look over at the door that led to the garage.

  To call it a garage was almost an insult. It was closer to a showroom. This was where Liam kept his most prized vehicles, the classics, the ones he had worked on himself.

  Strictly speaking, I wasn’t allowed in the showroom unsupervised. I certainly wasn’t allowed to do what I was thinking about, but once that seed of an idea was in my mind there didn’t seem to be any shaking it.

  I walked past car after car, past the European supercars, past the vintage cars, until I arrived in the area dedicated to classic American muscle. With a grand ‘swoosh’, I pulled the cover off his pride and joy, the sleek black two-door coupe, the car he’d driven my mom off in that night.

  If Liam was magically changed into a car, it would be this one. It embodied his very essence. It came from a time when engineers and the driving public didn’t waste time talking about things like aerodynamics and fuel efficiency. If they wanted to go faster, and they did, they made it bigger, they made it louder and more powerful.

  Just like Liam, the throaty rumble of this car cruising down the street demanded attention and respect. People got out of the way of this car. In this household, the penalty for touching it without permission was only a notch or two down from crucifixion.

  I pulled on the handle and opened the door, pushing the front seat forward so I could step into the back. The door closed behind me with a heavy metal ‘thunk’ and looked around myself with a smile.

  Taking a deep breath, I savoured that smell. Leather, a little bit of grease, and hints of Liam’s cologne all mixed into one. Being in this car was like being in the centre of the only universe I wanted to exist in.

  I swung sideways, with one foot on the floor and the other up on the seat (another no-no), leaning my head against the side. The leather seats caressed the skin of my back and ass wherever the scant material of the lingerie didn’t cover and I took my time settling into a comfortable position.

  It was only a matter of seconds until my imagination was taking over. What if it was me he took out that night instead of my mom? It was my school uniform after all. Did they park the car before they went to the party? After?

  Was I in the very seat where a woman dressed up as me took every inch of cock that Liam saw fit to give her? A spark of utterly sinful pleasure jolted me from between my legs.

  “Mmmmm,” I moaned quietly.

  I let my hands, his hands, roam over my body again as I let the fantasy play out in my head. Foot on the seat? Oh, I’ve been a naughty girl… what was he going to do about it?

  When I squeezed my breasts I could feel my nipples poking through the sheer fabric off the bra, and I gripped them all the harder, lifting them up and together as I imagined his satisfaction at having his hands on an untouched virgin ready to do anything he wanted.

  The Liam in my mind wanted me to do all kinds of things, wanted to do all kinds of things to me. I resisted as long as I could, but the way the delicate material of the panties lightly touched my most sensitive spot as I writhed and bucked my hips, I soon felt a tiny trickle of my sweet nectar coming from between my folds and I had to take things into my own hands, so to speak.

  My fingertips slid from just under the bra, over my navel and paused at the waistband of the panties as I stared into the eyes of my imaginary step-father. After a few seconds that drove me wild with lusty need, I pushed further and felt the sopping mess I was making of the expensive underwear.

  My virgin pussy was slick with the evidence of my arousal. I was going to have to do something about the state of the panties after I was done, but I had no thoughts to spare for such considerations at the moment because, in my fantasy, a man was touching my most private place for the first time and if he wasn’t careful than I was going to cum soon.

  “Mmmmm, that feels good,” I breathed tracing my finger along my labia before pushing the tip inside my entrance and coating it with my own juices.

  Even clenching down on my finger, I was wet enough to thrust it in and out of myself as far as my hymen, pretending Liam was taking my virginity. My hips began bucking of their own accord as I started to rub my clit with my thumb, that initial jolt of pleasure quickly transforming into a steady pulse of ecstasy that felt like it might be powerful enough to temporarily blind me when it finally exploded.

  I could live with that. My free hand roamed from my breasts, to my belly, to my neck, I pulled my own hair, I slipped a finger in my mouth and sucked it, and all the while this incredible feeling kept on building up.

  Unlike the time I sat outside my parents’ room, there was nobody to hear me, no reason to censor myself. I began moaning louder and louder in time with the thrust and flick of my fingers until I was on the verge of that promised explosion and squealing in pleasure.

  I couldn’t have been more than ten seconds away from a life-changing orgasm when I noticed a strange sound between my frenzied yelps of bliss. It was like a slow, steady, drumming sound that I could only hear when I paused to breathe.

  Reluctantly, I opened my eyes… and promptly stopped breathing altogether. With one hand resting on the roof of the car, Liam was leaning over and looking in the window with the world’s greatest poker-face on. The drumming sound was his fingers tapping on the metal of the roof.

  My life just ended, I thought.

  When he saw that I’d stopped he opened the door and I looked around frantically for something to cover myself with. There was nothing, I’d left all my clothes in the living room.

  I flushed with humiliation at being caught masturbating by the very man that I had been fantasising about, and my step-father at that. I clamped my thighs shut and brought my heels up near my ass to hide the wet patch on the panties that didn’t even belong to me, while trying to cover the way my rock-hard nipples poked through the
cups of the bra with my arms.

  Liam knelt beside the car and pulled the lever that sent the driver’s seat springing forward. If I could have got any words out, I would have stammered them as I saw his eyes roam my entire length. The way he drank me in with that full-body scan made me feel even more naked than I really was. To my surprise though, I felt a flutter of excitement. It was the most he’d looked at me in years.

  At last he spoke. “So. You turn eighteen and suddenly you think you’re woman enough to wear that and get in the back seat of my car?”

  “N-no… I-I’m s-s-“

  “Shut up.”

  “Of all the places you could have…” Liam paused and then smirked as some thought came to him. “You know, I vowed that the next time I saw that lingerie, I was going to fuck so hard that your mother wouldn’t walk for two days.”

  I averted my eyes, embarrassed even further by hearing the man married to my mother talk like that. The murmurs of the orgasm-that-almost-was still hummed and pulsed between my legs, as if fuelled by Liam’s powerful presence almost as much as it had been by my fingers and fantasy.

  Oh God… please don’t just make me spontaneously cum right in front of him.

  After a few seconds of silence, Liam calmly started climbing into the back seat with me. I tried to scramble backwards, but there just wasn’t anywhere to go, and my step-father grabbed my ankles and pulled me back into almost the exact same position I’d been in before I noticed him, except now he was between my legs.

  “Liam! W-what are you doing?” I asked as he reached back and pulled the door closed behind him.

  I tried to close my legs, but my knees merely hugged his sides. If he looked down, he’d see how wet I was, what I’d done to those panties. What was going on?

  “I always keep my promises, Penny, especially the ones I make to myself. So now I’m going to fuck. Hard.”

  “But… what… what about Mom?”

  “Every time I fuck her while she’s wearing your school uniform I remind her that I’m at breaking point. I told her if you got any sexier, there was nothing on Earth that would stop me from going balls-deep. Well, you just crossed the line, little girl. I’ve had enough of the roleplay, it’s time for me to take the real thing.”

  My expression couldn’t have been more shocked than if I was watching a UFO landing in the front yard as he leaned over me. Liam reached up with one hand and grabbed a fistful of hair at the side of my head, pulling sharply to the right as he began kissing my neck and stroking my bare skin with his other hand just above my hip.

  It wasn’t until I felt an undeniably hard bulge nuzzling right against the wet spot of those panties, a tiny fraction of an inch away from my virgin pussy, that I was able to break free of my stupor. I pushed at his hips and braced my feet against the opposite side of the car, creating just a little space between us.

  “Wait! Y-you can’t!”

  Liam broke away from kissing my neck, only to whisper in my ear. “Oh really? Well, I think there’s a reason you picked this spot. I think you want my cock, you dirty little slut. Let’s see.”

  The object of my forbidden fantasy pushed forwards until that bulge was firmly pressed against my sopping wet sex again. Liam moved his hips just enough to make that silky material slide against my most sensitive spot and I couldn’t bite my lip hard enough to stop a quavering moan escaping me.

  My step-father’s hot breath was on my neck, then on my ear again, and if the scent of him was like an aphrodisiac when he wasn’t here, it was absolutely mind-altering now.

  “You’re going to beg me for it, Penny,” he whispered. “If you want me to keep going, then say ‘fuck me hard, Daddy’.”

  “W-what?” I could barely speak, the sensation of his manhood against me was intoxicating.

  “Say it, or we’ll go back to how things were. I’ll never look at you like the sexy little fuck you are again. Never.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut. I wanted him so bad for my first time. None of the guys at school were even a temptation by comparison, but he was my step-father! And he wanted me to call him ‘Daddy’? Liam pushed himself up with one arm and hovered over me.

  “I asked you a question,” he said.

  Smack!

  A sting on one cheek made my eyes fly open and I realised he’d just hit me with his open palm, hard enough to get my attention, not quite hard enough to be a fully-fledged slap. I looked up at him, suddenly panting hard again as I continued to teeter on the verge of my climax, and all my naïve ideas about tender romantic love-making were cast aside.

  Making love wasn’t what Liam did. He’d told me already. Twice. He fucked, hard, and as he loomed over me, with one hand still firmly gripping my hair, dominating me with his sheer presence, I knew that’s exactly what I wanted.

  “Fuck me hard, Daddy,” I said, quietly.

  “Oh I will,” he said.

  Liam let go of my hair and sat up even straighter. His hands trailed over my shoulders and then my breasts. I found my body arching up against him, trying to push my firm mounds into his hands, trying to capture his attention. He lingered long enough to give them an exploratory squeeze and then moved downwards, his fingers igniting a path of tingly euphoria everywhere he touched.

  I felt him hook his fingers into the waistband of the panties at each of my hips and pull downwards. The luxurious underwear slid off easily after I lifted my ass off the seat for a moment then raised my legs until they were hovering over his shoulders.

  My step-father reached out and hung them on the rear-view mirror like a trophy before turning his head and cradling one of my legs in his hands. As he teased me with kiss after kiss on my calf, moving steadily in the direction of my knee, I reached between my legs seeking the release I needed, only to have him grab my wrist and stop me, denying me my orgasm.

  Liam tormented me with tickly-tingly-stubbly kisses behind my knee for an eternity until he had to shuffle backwards and kneel in the foot-well behind the driver’s seat to continue. Every peck on my inner thigh made me quiver and squeal quietly in anticipation, and I had to roll my eyes up towards heaven in silent thanks when I felt his first hot breath right on my slick virgin pussy an instant before his lips and tongue touched me in my most private place.

  He kissed my petals and then ran his tongue along the entire length of my slit, lapping up my juices with an appreciative ‘mmmm’ that made his lips vibrate against my pussy. I ran my hands through his hair as I looked down at him, still almost unable to believe whose face was buried between my legs.

  My hips writhed as he licked, and Liam held on to my hips, keeping himself in perfect position to assault my sex with pleasure unlike anything I’d ever known. His skilled tongue flicked across my clit at a furious pace as he licked me like I was the most delicious thing ever to exist.

  Every breath I took seemed like it was getting deeper and louder as if I was doing the world’s most clichéd yet enthusiastic prank call. My brow furrowed in concentration as I memorised what my step-father looked like for when I went blind in the immediate future.

  Liam adjusted his grip to hold me with one arm and I felt him caressing my labia with a single finger of the other hand for a moment before he slowly pushed it inside me as far as my hymen. When he felt that he paused for a moment.

  “Good girl,” he whispered before redoubling his efforts on my clit.

  I wave of joy made me see flashes of multi-coloured light for a moment before a wave of utter ecstasy knocked me out of my body. I could hear myself screaming affirmations as if from a great distance and I was every bit as blind as I had thought I would be.

  The humming explosion centred on my clit and made my whole body shake. It was almost too much pleasure for me to handle, I could almost feel myself splitting apart, bursting at the seams as white-hot bliss shone through the cracks.

  Liam shallowly thrust his finger in and out of me as my pussy convulsed, alternately hugging and releasing him as he preserved the evidence of my virginity f
or that bulge that he had teased me with only a few minutes ago. When my vision cleared, I saw my heaving chest was flushed and I could feel a thin sheen of sweat on my face

  Liam rose up to the seat again and reached forward, placing his finger against my mouth until I let it slide over my lips and he made me taste my own sweet nectar. My step-father worked at his button and zip while he slowly pushed his finger in and out of my mouth as if he was fucking my face with it.

  “A virgin. I am going to make you scream, Penny.”

  My step-father stood, crouched over against the roof lining, until he could get his pants down past his knees. His shirt hung down and obscured my first glimpse of cock in real life, but when Liam knelt down again, he brought my hand to his thick shaft and guided me in stroking it a few times.

  It was the most miraculous thing I’d ever felt. Thick, hard, and pulsing with life, I brought my other hand to it, stroked with both of them, and still most of it stuck out the end.

  I’d seen guys at my school self-consciously getting out of the swimming pool after they’d caught a glance of some of the swimsuits us girls wore, but they couldn’t possibly have been hiding anything like this. I felt like I had my hands on a powerful weapon, something to be respected.

  Liam continued guiding my hands with his own, and tugged the cups of the bra down with his other one, pinching my stiff nipples as they were exposed to him. It was a surreal sight, my breasts tugged out into peaks when he pulled on them against the backdrop of my hands stroking his monster cock.

  “You are mine,” he breathed and pushed my hands off his shaft, so he could resume control.

  Gripping it halfway down, he tapped the swollen head against my sensitive post-orgasm clit, making me squirm and yelp quietly. Perhaps it was no metaphor, his cock felt heavy enough to actually be a weapon and it looked like it was way too big to ever get inside me.

  Apparently that wasn’t going to stop him from trying though, and as for myself I was still revelling in having his undivided attention. Every sweep of his eyes across my body, at all the flesh I’d never shown to any other man, made me feel like I was something special, something truly desirable.