by Amy Brent
Chapter three
The mattress was lumpy and the pillows were too damn soft. The fact that I was enamored by Dave was something that could not be fully realized. Their bedroom was right beside mine and I heard a muffled conversation in a heated tone. I had to smile knowing that my mother was doing the two step to try to figure out a way to explain that her daughter had suddenly came calling.
I lay there with my hands across my chest feeling this need to do something about what I had seen before I knocked on the door. I’d always been more comfortable naked when I slept. My nubile young body was now on display and I left the door open a crack on the off chance that he might be going by my door to go to the bathroom or to go downstairs to fetch a drink of water.
It was about 2:00 AM when the room next to me became silent. I was used to noise and the crickets outside my window were something that I was going to have to get used to. I was more the city girl with very minimalist needs. I didn’t ask for anything that I wasn’t deserving of. I certainly wasn’t greedy enough to parlay that into a blackmail scheme. She was the one that offered and I would’ve been damn fool not to jump at it after being treated like something at the bottom of her shoe. She told me that she was never a mother and she never wanted to be. The reason why she didn’t get rid of me was because she felt that every life was worth something. That was high praise coming from a woman that had given me to my grandmother. She was the kindest woman until she died. My mother came on my 18th birthday during the saddest and most crippling time of my life.
I heard the floorboards and I knew that he was coming ever closer to seeing me in a different light. The hallway light was on and I saw his shadow approaching. I spread my legs purposely and turned my head with one eye cocked to see what his reaction would be.
“Oh my god… I see that mother and daughter are both fucking hot. Jesus…that pussy looks so damn inviting. That firm body…that firm 18 year old body. What the hell am I saying? It must be the stress of the situation that is getting the best of me.” He moved past the door and I waited patiently for him to return, but this time his baby blues were going to fall upon something of a different view. I had turned over on my stomach and arched my ass in just the right way that he could probably see a straight line from one hole to the other.
I heard the gasp and then the pounding of feet as he once again joined my mother in the bedroom. It was the dead of night and the voices that I heard earlier had become clearer. The only thing that I could make out was “Not tonight honey… I have a headache. Didn’t you get enough already? My god…are you an animal?” I’m sure that left him with a case of blue balls and no way to satisfy those longings that I had stirred within his loins.
I was kind of hoping that he would come back and stand in front of my door using my body to fuel his fantasies. I wanted him to take out that magnificent piece and give it the required attention that it deserved. I waited an interminable time and then I found myself drifting off to sleep and then waking up at the briefest sound.
I was tempted to get up and go down the hall to see if he was taking matters into his own hands. I didn’t see him risking the kind of ridicule that my mother would inflict on him if she were to wake up in the middle of him satisfying himself.
I fell asleep and then I woke up to find that another day had arrived. I got into my skimpiest white bikini top with those cutoff shorts that made me look like an 18 year old seductress. I wanted to give my mother a run for her money. I was never going to do anything about my feelings for him. It could be that I just wanted to get back at my mother for treating me like I was something to be thought of later.
I bounded down the stairs and Dave was standing there with a cup of coffee up to his lips. He almost sputtered it out of his nose at the sight of me. I had to admit that I did enjoy turning up the heat. It was interesting to play with his mind and his body. It seemed only fair, because what I had seen already had played with my mind and my body.
“Your mother and I have talked about it and we would like you to stay. I don’t like children, but you are…ahem… far from a child. You and I are going into town and get some provisions for a barbecue in the honor of your visit. I think that a few tasty T bones would hit the spot and make it easier to digest that Maria is old enough to have a daughter that looks like you. She’s sleeping in and you could say that I wore her out.” He gave me that knowing wink most likely thinking that I was old enough to know exactly what he was referring to.
Amazingly, I felt pretty comfortable in my own skin around Dave. He was cordial and friendly and it didn’t hurt that he had a rocking body. We weren’t gone that long and we decided to come back early to get things started. I saw this red motorcycle parked just across the street from us. It seemed a little unusual and there was this tension in the air that I could cut with a knife.
He didn’t say anything as he opened up the door and went inside with groceries in hand. He placed them gingerly on the counter and then he made his way up the stairs to the sound of something that was more in line with what you would hear on the natural geographic channel.
It wasn’t my place to step in where I didn’t belong. It was best that I leave well enough alone and then I heard what sounded like a fight and my mother screaming. I couldn’t help myself and I ran up and into the room to see Dave literally pummeling a naked man on the floor into a bloody pulp. The guy didn’t stand a chance against this kind of rage. I put my hands on Dave’s shoulder. This seemed to quell his desire for deadly vengeance.
“Take your lover, your daughter and yourself out of my house and never return.” The icy cold feel of his words struck me like a hammer to the front of my skull. I could see that my mother was trying to find a way out and then she just shrugged and accepted her fate.
“I’m sorry that you had to find out about it this way, Dave. You might have the kind of cock that would make women eager to try it, but my ex boyfriend Max is better with his mouth. I missed what it’s like to cum hard with only a man’s tongue inside me.” She was helping Max to his feet. It looked like he had lost a couple of teeth. He wasn’t even close to ready for round two. Maria tried to grab me by the arm but I shook her free and then looked to Dave with compassion.
“You’ve done enough for today, mother. Leave and I will try to smooth things out to give you guys a chance.” Dave was sitting on the bed looking straight ahead. My mother and Max went downstairs and left the house before things got more volatile.
“I put my hands on his shoulders like I had before to stop him from killing Max but this time something was different. He turned and instead of tears, I saw more of a fire that needed some kind of outlet. He lifted me with my legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me down the hallway into the bathroom until I was sitting on the counter with my legs spread. His hand was touching me through my clothing and I think that he was gauging me to see how far we were both willing to go.
“I’m not going to lie to you, Nicole. I’m only doing this for revenge. You’re just a means to an end. I thought that you should know that there is no future for us. This is strictly physical and nothing more. If you can live with that, then let’s get naked.” He had said those words with such conviction that I felt almost like he was willing my clothes to fall off my body. I stripped off the bikini top and I reached down to undo the button on my short shorts. He lifted my ass and pulled them off to see that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He stared at the cleft of my pussy and then he used his two thumbs to open me up to see that I was already as wet as I could ever be.
“Right now, I don’t care why you’re doing it…only that you are. I think that angry sex sometimes is the best sex, although I really don’t have any reference to claim one way or the other.” I didn’t mean to blurt out the secret that I had been untouched. I’m not sure that he fully understood what I was saying with all the blood rushing down below his waist. “I have only one request. Treat me like I’m just some piece of ass. If you can do that, then this one time is
more than I can ever ask for. I think that you deserve something for living with my mother.”
He pressed his tongue forward and slid into me very easily considering that I was extra stimulated from the moment that I had seen him and my mother getting it on. I looked down and I could see that this was not his first rodeo. He was smiling like he knew the blueprint of the female anatomy like the back of his hand. What he didn’t realize was that every woman was different. I noticed that he started to do one thing and when he wasn’t getting the desired reaction, he would change tactics. That showed that he really did know what he was doing and wasn’t just doing it for show.
I could see down between us that he was playing with himself. It was too bad, because wasting that on his hand would’ve been a crime against nature. I didn’t have time to think about it, as he started to bury two fingers inside me while concentrating on my excited clit. When he latched onto it, it began to throb like it had never done before. I was beginning to see that maybe I was wrong about keeping myself until marriage.
“Yes… Fuck me you nasty boy. I’m just an innocent girl and you’re fucking me with your tongue. You should feel ashamed of yourself, but I know that you don’t. You just want to stick it to my mother by sticking it to me and I’m perfectly fine with that. Do it…make me cum and I promise that won’t be the only thing that I do.” I came with my legs around him and grabbing onto his head to give him added incentive to stay in the position that he was in. He never gave up and he continued to enjoy the fruits of my loins as those juices seemed to continue to flow like there was no end.
I’d never had a multiple climax and this was one that made me feel like I was in the throes of something otherworldly. I went into a fit of sexual rage with my heels slapping heavily against his back. I was afraid that I was hurting him, but that was only a secondary thought to the pleasure that he was inflicting me with. Those signals in my brain had overloaded and I fell back against the mirror with my head making contact. I heard the crack and the old wives’ tale about seven years of bad luck came to mind. If this was bad luck, then I would take it over good luck any day.
He got up and brought his cock up to the gates of heaven. He pressed deeply with his knob and my lips started to bloom out to meet him. I finally got back a semblance of sanity. I put my hands up to his chest with whatever energy I had left to stop him from going any further. He looked a little confused. I wanted to make it perfectly clear that this was going to happen, but on my timetable.
“Not like this. Angry oral is one thing, but angry fucking is another thing altogether. I want this to be more than just a knee jerk reaction to seeing my mother cheating on you. I want you to hunger for me. I want you to want me in the same way that I feel that I want you. Trust me; you’re not going to have to wait very long. I won’t be able to keep it in my pants and I’m sure that I can say the same thing for you.” My lips were plump and had that very satisfied feeling.
“I don’t know how you can expect me to wait. I’m literally climbing the walls.” He backed away albeit reluctantly and then he put back his cock where I wasn’t going to have to worry that he was going to make an effort to penetrate me against my will. I would’ve enjoyed a little bit of rough play, but that could wait until later. He didn’t need to know that my next action was more for his benefit than mine.
Chapter four
That evening at supper, I made him a meal that would stick to his ribs. The pork roast with all the trimmings including little onions and carrots along with baby potatoes were the offering of the day. He came in to find me slaving over the stove. I turned to see that he was smiling like I had been caught doing something that I shouldn’t be. I had on an apron, but that’s all that I had on underneath. There was nothing but pure skin and that didn’t go lost on him. His eyes and his pupils dilated upon learning of my special surprise.
“You can make yourself useful by setting the table.” He made a deep sigh and then went ahead and made sure that the cutlery and the plates were in place. “By all means, have a seat and I’ll be with you in just a moment. I’m just finishing up and I believe that this will be to your liking. I’m sorry to say that I don’t have any dessert, but I think that we can come up with something.” I could see that he understood the meaning behind my words and he looked at me with this raw animal lust that I could not ignore.
“You didn’t have to go to any of this trouble and I could’ve ordered something in for the both of us. I don’t want you to think that you are obligated to do any of this because of your mother’s betrayal. I think that we both have a reason to be upset with her. I’m through playing nice and this time is the last time that she’s ever going to fuck around. I’ve known for quite some time that her desires sometimes get the best of her. I always find a reason to welcome her back and I thought by putting a ring on your finger that it would change things.” He was eating and I don’t think that his heart was into it. I decided to do something to put a smile on his face. He wasn’t going to expect this from innocent little me. I needed to take a few shots of tequila from the bar before dinner to have the courage to go though with this part of my plan.
I feigned surprise when I dropped my fork and then I purposely slid underneath the table and crawled to him like a panther after its prey. I touched his leg and he hit his knee up against the table in surprise. “Continue eating and I believe that my meal is already to be served. It’s exactly what I wanted. This is a full course meal with its own creamy dessert.” He didn’t miss a beat and lifted his body so that his pants could come down and wrap around his ankles like his own personal straitjacket. He was at my mercy and this was what I was hoping for.
“I don’t know how you expect me to eat with what’s going on down below. I’m going to try, but I just hope that I don’t choke on something.” He was not the only one that was hoping that they weren’t going to choke on something. Seeing it rising from his crotch was like seeing something small become something daunting. He grew to a diameter in size that seemed almost impossible. I’d seen it upstairs in the bathroom, but this was a lot to take in when I was this close to the object of my desire.
I grabbed it and I gave it a healthy shake before squeezing from the bottom to the top. I found what I was looking for and it looked so damn delicious that it felt like I was compelled to move forward to lick it off. I touched his cock with my tongue and it was like a live wire was pressed into his shaft. It literally began to leak like someone had turned on a faucet and I was right there to make sure that none of it went to waste. This had been building up and there had to be a reward.
“I don’t know where you got your technique, but your mother could really use some pointers in this department. Yes…you fucking take that damn cock and I want you to fucking swallow the whole thing. There really is something to say for youthful exuberance. I thought that I was through with those girls that were naive, but apparently I still have a taste for them.” The only taste that I was interested in was the stuff that was pooling on the surface of my tongue. It had this sweet quality like he had eaten a lot of fruits and vegetables. I had a feeling that my mother had dictated the terms of his diet to make it more palatable.
I slapped his thighs and I was happy to see the red welts left behind. The added benefit of pain with pleasure was something that I wanted him to be aware of. I’d heard that it can be quite an aphrodisiac and the way that his cock seemed to jerk in my mouth told me that what I had read was pretty much on the mark.
“I don’t know…what to say. You’ve gone above and beyond to make me feel like I’m wanted and desired. You have no idea…how much that means to me. You have no idea what you’re doing and for a novice, you certainly do put some of the girls that I’ve been with to shame.” I could see that his legs were visibly trembling and those muscles were now rippling with the effort to hold back the bursting dam between his legs.
I was in no hurry and the very notion that he was going to supply me with a mouthful was keeping me on the edge of my
seat. I delivered my best work and even though I didn’t know what I was doing, I was taking my cue from his reaction. Every time that I slipped over the top, he would thrust his ass off the chair. I found myself holding vigil at the top, swirling my tongue and making him grunt his response, as he slapped his hands down on the table in frustration.
“You might be my stepdaughter and this might be wrong, but I don’t care. All I want is to bury myself in your throat and then shoot my cream all over your face. Isn’t that what you really want, Nicole? Don’t you want to be treated like a little whore and let daddy make you his personal whore? I know that is what you want and by god that is exactly what you’re going to get from me. I’m not going to take no for an answer and this time I want to see those pretty little eyes looking up at me.” He pushed the tablecloth up on top of the table, so that he could see my bobbing head and the way that my hair fanned out along his crotch.
I was letting him have his way with me and the feeling of being dominated was better than I had thought it would be. I purposely put extra emphasis on squeezing his balls. He pushed his chair back which of course pulled him from my mouth unexpectedly. There were strings of my spit connecting my mouth to his cock. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke it. He made a motion with his head for me to mimic the exact same action.
“I’m not sure what to do, but I’ll do my best to make you proud of me.” I grabbed him with both hands and I jacked him slowly at first until I saw that the color of his face was changing to that of maroon. His tongue was lazily moving across his lips. I didn’t know for sure, but this was pretty damn telling that things were going to escalate further than they already had.