by Jamie Knight
Reece didn't even hesitate dropping to his knees behind me and buying his face into my aching little pussy. Relief washed over me in an an awesome wave, followed quickly by the most exquisite kind of pleasure. I really wish I could have told Reece how good it felt when he licked me but there were no words so I had to settle for trying to show him, whenever he gifted me the opportunity to suck is awesome cock, also paying close and special attention his balls which I had come to genuinely love sucking on, especially while pumping his cock. He would sometimes be too late and cover my face with his load but that was okay too, I loved the taste of his sweet cum.
After making me cum with his tongue twice, one of them with an assist from his fingers, he kept two fingers inside my tight little pussy, he had been using three, and stood up behind me. I braced myself, knowing what was coming next. Sure enough, a second later my pussy was filled with his cock, right up to the hilt. I wasn't able to take him all the way in the first couple of times, still couldn't when he fucked me in my tight little asshole, but I had gotten used to it pretty quick and he could soon fuck me full depth and full force without hurting me. To be honest I fucking loved it. I hadn't bought the vibrated but I did find myself going through an awful lot of cucumbers. I was really glad I had decided to give Reece a chance. A real chance, despite his fancy house and occasional cockiness. No one fucked like he did. True I didn't have much room for comparison, seeing as it was Reece who had deflowered me but I just couldn't imagine anyone else fucking me like he did. I was hooked.
He pulled out of my puss, and slipping two fingers back inside, as well as massaging my asshole with his thumb, he brought his cock around to my mouth. I sucking it gratefully, swallowing down his entire load in two gulps, trying to savour the flavour while I could. When he was done I sucked his head clean. Unable to stop, I took him in as deep as I could and just kept suck and sucking until he had filled my mount once again.
Picking me up again, he carried me into the kitchen, putting me down and bending me over the large marble islanders in the middle of the room. Taking off my boots, pants and panties so I was completely naked, he got me ready with his tongue and fingers, making me wonder what all the fuss with heaven was about when Reece was right there on earth, before slipping his huge cock inside me, my pussy holding on tight as he started to pound me, never wanting to let me go. He didn't have time to get his cock into my mouth before he unleashed into my pussy, so he pulled out quickly and shoved it deep in my ass, unloading it there.. It hurt a bit but the pain soon faded, especially when I got the warm, wonderful sensation of his hot, thick cum filling my tight little asshole.
"Sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?" he asked, gently massaging my stretched out little asshole.
"Fuck no."
"Good," he said, and we kissed passionately.
Taking a moment to wash off in the kitchen sink and for me to recover for getting ass pounded so hard, something I really wanted to do again, he took me by the hand and lead me into the conservatory. It really was beautiful in there. Even at night I could see the pants in the garden beyond. I tried to imagine what it must be like in there in the Summer in the day time. I didn't have time to ruminate for long because before I knew it, Reece was pushing me down onto my knees on the floor, onto a cushion he had put down first, and shoving his balls in my mouth. I sucked them as hard as I coul. It was a dominance move but I didn't mind, he said he was going to to have his way with me, though honestly I couldn't tell if he had been joking or not. Turns out he hadn't been. He was making full use of my body, though he was also being surprisingly nice about, clearly not wanting to hurt me which made it a lot less scary than it would have been otherwise.
Making sure to give each of his balls lots of live and attention, I ran my tongue, with guidance of his hand on the back of my head, all the way up the length of his shaft to the head of his, big, throbbing cock. Swirling my tongue lovingly around the head several times, I topped my mouth onto it, taking in more that half his cock, sucking as hard as I could while he held my head still and face fucked me.He unloaded into my mouth and tenderly stroked my cheek as I looked up lovingly, swallowing it all down and licking and sucking him clean.
"Stand up," he said.
I obeyed him, getting slowly to my feet. I didn't usually like being told what to do it it felt different coming from him. Probably because I knew he loved me and just wanted me to feel good. I felt the same way about him.
Taking me by the hips, he went and sat down on one of the couches that line the glass walls of the conservatory pulling me down onto his cock, sliding it all the way up my pussy. I though he wanted me to ride him, which I would have been more than happy to do but he had something else in mind. Leaning me back so that my upper body was laying right on top of his, he cradled the backs of my knees in his warm hands and pulled my legs way back and wide apart, holding there as he rocked his hips, fucking my helpless little pussy. I had never really been held in submission before. Not like that. I wasn't sure how I would feel about it but it felt fucking amazing and I was coming like a banshee in about ten minutes. I had heard about the joys of just letting go. Of giving in and just getting fucked and feeling good. I never imagined how good it would really be. I was actually the one who took his cock and pressed it against my ass, wanting him to do it to me in there too. To feel the heft of his mighty member as it slammed into my tight little asshole, making me want to scream and cum at the same time. He was more than happy to oblige, slipping his cock halfway in, still open from the previous ass pounding he had given me in the kitchen, and pumped my tight little asshole, holding me in submission. Turned and tried to kiss him. He kissed me back, out tongues still entwined as I started to cum.
Maya seemed really glad to see me. It hadn't even been a week since the friendssgiving but that didn't seem to make much difference. She hugged me like she hadn't seen me for a year, Anton jumping and barking around us in his own greeting ritual.
"Hey Maya," I said, beginning to lose oxygen.
"It's so good to see you!"
"I gathered that," I said, when she let me go, allowing me to breath again.
"So, how are things?"
"Well, still living in my old room in my parents house which I guess isn't all that bad. Brings on a sense of nostalgia, really."
"No, I meant with -"
"The business? Oh things are good. As good as can be expected for a one person start up in the nation's commercial center. Must keep it all in perspective, you know."
"No."
"No?" I asked following her over to the couch.
"No, I meant how are things with Reece."
"I don't -"
"Bullshit. You've fucked in my guest room twice, must have been pretty good going by the noise."
"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed, no knowing she heard us.
"Yes, exactly."
I tried to hide behind my hands but like when I was five ti didn't really work. Anton put his head on my lap and whined in sympathy.
"Oh, no, it's okay," Maya said taking me by the arm.
"It is?" I asked, peeking out from behind my hand shield.
"Sure! I love both of you and want you both to be happy! How cool is it that you are happy together?"
"It's not weird, with him being your cousin and all?"
"Not at all and if you get married you and me will be related, kinda."
"Married?"
"Oh, come now, he told me about your date. It sounds like it went perfectly."
"Yeah, it did, does it usually not?"
"Not the way he wants," Maya said cryptically.
"What does he want?"
"Well, he's never said so but I think he might want what he's never had."
"And what's that?" I pressed.
"Love," she said.
"Oh," I said, not expecting that.
"I mean there are a lot of girls who want to get with him. I mean, it's obvious and he seemed to be okay with that at least for a while but he is getting older now, I mean,
he's like 33, and that has to get a bit thin after a while right? I mean, you did sleep with him. Literally I mean."
"I heard me leave."
"Yep, I was already awake and working in my office. You got right past Anton though."
"Nice to know my efforts weren't wasted."
"Anyway, I just get the feeling that he would like someone to come home to as well as someone to go home with."
"And you think that might be me?" I asked.
"Has he taken you home? To his home I mean?"
"Oh hell yeah! Must be nice to have that kind of family money!"
"Family money?"
"He said it was a family tradition."
"Oh, well, yeah I guess it is, in a way. His family does alright but there was this big blow up with his dad about ten years ago. They haven't spoken since. Reece became a billionaire all on his own."
"A billionaire plumber?" I asked, my mind spinning slightly at the thought.
"Plumber? Reece isn't a plumber."
"When I first met him you said -"
"I said he was here to fix the plumbing. I never said he was a plumber."
"Oh."
"No, Reece is a contractor and property developer. He knows about plumbing and all that because he helps build the houses from the ground up before calling in general contractors to finish them off. He works his ass off at it and has built up a billion dollar property empire from nothing. He's the one who bought me this apartment. Didn't he tell you?"
"No," I said, feeling a sharp twist in my stomach.
Reece had bought Maya her apartment like grandpa had paid the rent on mine. They were in the same business basically. They had both lied about who and what they were. Worse, Reece lied about agreeing with me about the rich assholes of the world. He was one of the rich assholes of the world and I had let him exploit me like that. Fucking me in every way he could think of! I suddenly felt sick. I had to get out. I got up and ran out of the condo, barely hearing Anton's confused barks. I barely got to the trash can outside the building before I puked.
I ran to my car and burst into tears, alternating between sobbing and dry heaves, trying desperately not to puke again. I got my phone and with shaking fingers I pounded out a text. From Hell's heart stabbing at each of the buttons.
You are not what I thought you were.
Don't try to contact me.
Not playing.
I threw the phone onto the passenger seat and started up. Whitney Huston started belting out the chorus of "I Will Always Love You" from the speakers. I screamed and slammed my fist into the radio so hard the glass on the display screen shattered.
Chapter Sixteen
Gia
The puking didn't stop with the trash can outside Maya's condo. I woke up the next morning with my stomach lurching and a stress headache that felt like my heart was crammed in my cranium and still knew how to pound. I was glad my parents were at work and didn't have to see me like that. Mom would over react as usual and dad would try to diagnose me himself. He was under the sad but not unusual misconception that reading a few books on a given subject made you a leading expert on it.
Reece texted again. The fifth since I told him to fuck off. If not in so many words.
Leave me alone!
I went back to clutching my stomach, wanting to very much to crawl into the nearest hole and die. I had heard that cracker and ginger ale were supposed to be good for belly trouble but I couldn't even imagine trying to make it from by bedroom to the kitchen. Assuming mom and dad had any such thing. The ginger ale maybe but they have been on an organic food kick the last few years. So I was unlikely to find crackers that were useful for anything other than as coasters.
My phone alerted again. Reece. Shit. I pounded at the keyboard, all the physical pain and emotional betray I felt pouring out into the words.
What part of "do not contact me" is beyond you?
Stay the fuck away from me or I'll get a restraining order!
Not kidding!
I slammed the phone back down on the night stand so hard the screed cracked.
"Fuck!"
My stomach lurched and I had to make a break for it like a prisoner who just touched ground on the other side of the prison yard wall.
After another session of worshipping at the procaine shrine, I knew something had to be done. A doctor was pretty much out of the question. I didn't have insurance and didn't want my parents to know until I knew there was actually something for them to worry about. No point in giving my mom more premature gray hairs on account of a flu. So, I did the next best thing. I called Sally who's mom was a doctor. Surly she must know something growing up around all the knowledge for so long. It was a long shot but also all I had.
"I need your help."
"Always a good start," Sally said.
"I'm serious."
"Oh, sorry," Sally said, going into serious mode.
"You're mom is a doctor right?"
"Yeah, why? Are you sick?
"I sure feel sick?"
"Nauseated?"
"Yep."
"Puking?"
"Yep, yesterday and this morning. I don't remember eating anything bad."
"Did you drink a lot?"
"Nope, not alcohol," I said.
"So not a hangover, then."
"Not my prime suspect, no," I confirmed.
"Bad pizza?" Sally tried.
"It was really good actually?"
"Sex after pizza?" Sally asked.
"How did-"
"It's a talent," Sally said.
"I don't thinks so," I said, thinking back on it.
"No sex after pizza?" Sally asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
"Oh, no their was sex. Lots and lots of sex. In every room of his house.
"The whole house?"
"Well, no, just the ground floor but it's a mansion. I don't think that was what caused it," I said.
"A mansion?" Sally asked.
"Yeah."
"Like a proper, Addam's Family, mansion, with a gate height on the hill."
"Pretty much."
"Done well as a plumber ain't he?"
"He's not a plumber," I said.
"I thought -"
"So did I but I was stupid and wrong. He is a land developer."
"Oh! You hate those!"
"I know," I said, "it's over. I told him I would get a restraining order if he texted me again."
"Can you get a restraining order against texts? I mean he could be a lot more than hundred yards away."
"I'd really just prefer to stick to the matter at hand," I said.
"Right then. Any fever or chills?"
"Not really," I said, feeling my forehead to be sure.
"Any back aches?"
"A bit," I said.
"Uh oh."
"What?"
"Can I ask you a personal question?" Sally asked.
"Like if we had sex after pizza?" I asked, shuddering at the thought of him.
"Point."
"What's the question?" I asked.
"When Reece was, er, you know, fucking you senseless, did you guys use, you know, protection?"
I suddenly felt like the stupidest person in the world.
"No. I mean, he usually, f-finished in my mouth or - back there," I said, not able to say the words out loud.
"I think you might be pregnant," Sally said.
"Shit," I said, knowing she was right.
I had to know for sure before I told my parents. I couldn't go saying that I thought I was having a baby I need to know before I told anyone. If I was pregnant it was really early on and it would be a while before I started to show. That would buy me some time to get thing sorted out.
The drug store was just up the street so I walked rather than taking my car. I needed a good walk anyway. The store was a little mom and pop place. No fluorescent lighting or laundry detergent. The pregnancy tests were ways to find. There were only so many aisle in the place. They didn't even stock that
many, only having four hooks available. I picked out the one that looked the easiest to use and went up to the counter. I had given a moment's though about buying some other things too. Like a teenaged boy buying his first box of condoms. But I decided I didn't really care. I had been lied to and betrayed by two men I thought I loved, one of them using me for good measure.I felt like shit, like a cheap, dirty, worthless little slut, no matter what Sally said and honestly didn't care who knew. I just wanted to make sure things weren't going to get any worse.
"Just this dear?" asked the clerk, the mom in the mom and pop.
Her voice and a clear ting of sympathy and I realized then that I must have looked as bad as I felt. It wasn't just what Reece had done to me. It was the destruction of what I thought he was. What I thought we could be. Maya had caught me by surprise with her suggestion that Reese and I might get married but not because I hadn't thought about it. I'd had a dress picked out in my head. Amanda, Catharine and Maya my brides maids, dressed in finest blue silk, Sally my maid of honor second only in beauty to me, Anton our ring-bearer, wearing a doggie tuxedo, carrying the rings in a little wicker basket in his mouth. I didn't know if dogs were allowed in churches but figured if you were going to pay through the nose to rent the place they could damn well make an exception. Anyway it was my fantasy and I was going to have who ever I wanted in it. Then I imagined my grandad. Sitting in the front row, a detonator in front of him, laughing his head off as he pushed down on the plunger.
"Yes," I said, fighting tears.
"Do you need a bag?" the clerk asked, the word "bag" coming out in the same tone that my mom used for the word "hug."
"No, I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile and slipping the test, with the receipt into the pocket of my coat. I didn't cry.
"Affirmative," I said.
"Fuck," Sally said, throwing the door out of the way and hugging me tight as I cried into her shoulder.
I was going to point out her poor choice of words but had other things on my mind at the time.
She lead me to her couch, an arm still around my shoulders, and sat me down beside her on the couch.
"What are we going to do?"
"We?" I asked.
"Yeah."