by Wendy Pound
David was another guy in a string of losers I'd been dating in high school. All the guys in school were the same. They act cocky but in bed, their inexperience shines through. I can't even count how many guys I'd been with who came in their pants before we even started. I needed a real man. Someone who could show me what sex actually was. Someone who could fill up my pussy and make me cry out. At least David didn't pre-ejaculate.
“Olivia, I'm so close!” David moaned loudly in my ear.
“Me too!” I lied. His thrusts quickened. David suddenly pulled out and stroked his short shaft hard. I didn't even bother faking anymore. He was too selfish to notice that I didn't orgasm. David yelled at the top of his lungs. His sticky cum shot out in spurts, spilling all over my stomach. David collapsed next to me, breathing heavily. I got up and grabbed a towel next to the bed. I slowly wiped up his cum, making sure to get it all before it dried.
“How was it for you, Olivia?” he asked with a grin.
I just wanted to scream at him about how much he sucked. How much better I could do with my own hand. I decided not to hurt his feelings. “Oh, it was great,” I said, trying to sound convincing.
“Once this baby gets back up, let's do it again.” He pointed to his flaccid penis like it was going to come to life at any moment. Why do all men believe that they're masters of sex?
The last thing I wanted was to do that with him again. “Sorry but I have to get home. School night,” I reminded him.
“Oh come on! Just one more time!” he begged.
Then a thought crossed my mind: if I didn't tell him how bad he was, he'd go through life disappointing all the women he came across. It was my duty to tell him to save all the others.
“I'm sorry David, but I'm going to have to end things,” I stated plainly.
“What the fuck are you talking about?!”
“The sex just isn't that great.” I was as calm as can be. Breaking up with guys was never fun but it was getting easier and easier.
“Fuck you! Get out of here! You'll be back, begging to suck my dick.”
“Not likely, it would take me too long just to find it,” I said as I walked out of his bedroom and closed the door. I could hear him screaming at me from inside his room but I couldn't make out what he was saying. I didn't care anyways. My quest for a real man continued.
I walked outside and immediately realized I didn't have my car. David had picked me up and taken me to his house. There was no way in hell he was going to drive me home after that breakup. I thought about calling my stepdad to pick me up but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of helping me.
My mom married Lucas only a few months ago and he was already trying to be a father-figure to me. I really didn't appreciate this stranger coming into my house and telling me what to do. We had already gotten into a ton of arguments ever since he moved in. I just couldn't stand being around him. It didn't help that he would always stare at me for long periods of time. I could tell he was just picturing me naked in his head. What a pervert.
I walked the rest of the way home, dreaming about what college guys would be like. They had to be more experienced, right? All I could do was wait for graduation and move out of this hell hole. I arrived at the driveway to my little white house and I stared at it. I didn't feel like going home. Maybe I should've stayed at David's. Remembering his micro penis, I shook my head and went inside.
The house was eerily quiet and every creak under my feet echoed throughout the house. I didn't have a curfew but I still didn't want my parents knowing what time I came home. I sneaked into the kitchen for a midnight snack. I opened the fridge, letting the light bathe me. I grabbed a banana that was browning and closed the door.
I jumped out of my skin when I saw the outline of my stepdad sitting at the dinner table. “Holy shit! You scared the hell out of me!” My chest heaved up and down. My heart was racing a mile a minute. “Were you just sitting there the whole time!?”
“Where have you been?” he asked in a slightly angered tone. “You're way past curfew, again.”
“You guys never cared before. Why do you care now?” I sneered.
“Breaking curfew once or twice isn't a big deal. But when it's every single night, then we see that you have no respect for our rules.”
“Whatever, you're not my stepdad anyways. You can't tell me what to do.” I crossed my arms over my chest. Lucas was visibly hurt by my words and I immediately regretted what I said.
“You're going to do as I say and you're going to like it, little girl! As long as you live here, you're going to follow my rules. Now, go to your room! You're grounded until your mother and I say otherwise!” Lucas's face was as bright as a tomato.
“Fine!” I stormed upstairs like a hurricane, pounding my feet on the ground. I slammed my door shut and sat down on my queen bed, huffing and puffing. I was furious at him, my face flush with rage. How could he treat me like that? He wasn't even my real father! I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. I looked over at the clock; it read 2 o'clock in the morning. I only had four hours until school started. I got undressed and slipped under the covers.
I turned off the lamp on the nightstand and lay down. I was still reeling after my argument with my stepdad. I tried to close my eyes but I was too wired. I didn't see myself getting much sleep that night. I had to get my mind off of him or else I'd be up until dawn. I knew there was only one surefire way to get myself to fall asleep. My time with David earlier didn't exactly leave me satisfied. I pictured him on top of me, shirtless and pushing his cock inside of me.
My hand traveled south under the covers until it reached in between my legs. I was already moist and the initial rush of pleasure felt fantastic. I gently rubbed my clit around, imagining David plowing me. Then images of his tiny penis infiltrated my fantasy. I remembered how terrible he was and the feeling of ecstasy was quickly fading. Even though David had a terrific body, he was endlessly disappointing in bed.
I combed through my catalog of guys I'd slept with. Nobody was doing it for me. All these high school “boys” were just way too inexperienced. Most of them had never even been with a girl before. I was getting depressed at my selection of guys. Couldn't I do any better?
Then Lucas popped into my head. He was so commanding. Even though I was angry with him, deep down I loved that he told me what to do. I wanted to submit to him. I imagined him coming into my room and catching me masturbating. His face went from flushed with embarrassment to flushed with excitement. Exhilarated by his hungry eyes and obvious boner, I lifted the covers, giving him a peek at my naked flesh.
He undressed in front of me, unleashing his manly meat. It was long and thick like a writhing snake. My stepdad crawled underneath the covers, lightly brushing his body against mine. His hands were warm as he dragged them down the length of my body. I felt his hot breath as his lips pressed up hard against mine. His throbbing cock was pinned against me. I stroked him up and down, hearing him call my name. “Olivia! Oh Olivia!”
I let my fingers swirl around my swelling clit, feeling the slipperiness wet the bed beneath me. I slid around and around, teasing my opening with tips of my fingers. I bit my lower lip to keep myself from moaning, letting the pleasure build. I imagined myself climbing on top of him like he was a big mountain. My hands rested on his big chest as I lowered down onto his piercing shaft. We both howled like a wolves at the moon. I lifted myself up and down on him, letting him fill me up. He was so massive.
I plunged my fingers into the depths of my pussy while my other hand was busy with my clit. I couldn't contain the ecstasy anymore. The muscles in my body tensed up. I felt a sudden release and an explosion of pleasure. I bit down harder but couldn't stop a moan from escaping. “Ohhhhhh,” I whispered.
My legs shook violently and I focused on riding Lucas. My second orgasm couldn't be stopped. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my toes pointed forward. My brain was bombarded with extreme pleasure. I wanted to touch myself all night long.
/> Soon, the pleasure subsided and I was left gasping for air. I suddenly realized that I had just masturbated to my stepdad. I shouldn't have done that, I told myself. It was so wrong. But then why did it feel so good? I put my hand over my heart and felt it beating super fast. Was my stepdad the “real” man I'd been looking for all along? I fell asleep with a smile on my face but a cloud of confusion hung over me.
The next day, I tried to forget about the night before. I figured I was just super emotional and chalked it up to that. I went to school and was not ready for the shitstorm that was about to arrive.
I was at my locker getting out my chemistry book when David came over and hugged me from behind. I didn't know who it was at first but then I smelled his terrible cologne. I tried to squirm out of his embrace but he was too strong. “Let go of me, David,” I said forcefully.
“What's wrong, baby?” he asked innocently. His grip on me loosened.
I turned around to face him. “What the hell do you think you're doing?”
“What are you talking about?” David leaned in to kiss me and I was just barely able to dodge him. “What's your problem?” he announced loudly. Kids in the hall started to look over at us.
“Please David, don't make a scene,” I pleaded with him. “I broke up with you last night. It's over between us.”
“Oh come on! I figured you were just on your period or something like that. You didn't really mean it.” His eyes were laser focused on me. I could tell he was about to get angry.
I tried to say it as calmly as possible. “Sorry David, we're done.” I turned and walked away from him. I prayed that he wouldn't yell but I wasn't going to get that lucky.
“Whatever Olivia!” he screamed at me. “Everyone knows you're a slut, anyways.”
I kept my head held high as I walked away. I'd been called that word before but it didn't cease to hurt every time. I got to my Chem class and took a seat. Everyone in the room was staring at me. It seemed everyone in school heard the fight David and I had in the hallway. I kept my head down for the rest of the class and tried not to make eye contact with anyone.
After class, I walked through the crowds of kids whispering about me. My very public bout with David was today's hot gossip but I didn't let it get to me. I knew that everyone would be onto something new tomorrow.
During lunch, I hung out in an empty classroom. I just didn't want to deal with all the talking behind my back in the cafeteria. I sat at one of the tiny wooden desks and thought about my life choices. I was definitely done with high school boys. Too much drama. I had to set my sights on bigger fish. College and above. I only had a few months left of high school anyway.
After school, a group of my friends spotted me outside, walking towards my car. “Hey Olivia! What the hell happened today?” Jennifer yelled from across the parking lot. Jennifer was the blonde prude in our group. She was always criticizing my decisions. The last thing I wanted was to talk to her. I quickly opened my door and jammed the key into the ignition. My tires squealed as I peeled out and raced out of the parking lot.
I knew right away that I didn't want to go home. I drove aimlessly through town listening to the radio. Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time blasted through the speakers. I wished that I could speed up time and go to college. I just wanted to start fresh.
After a couple hours of driving, I found myself pulling into the driveway at home. I was so zoned out, I had no idea I was driving to my house. I sat in my car with the engine still running. It was just about dinnertime and my mom was probably setting the table. I couldn't stay in my car forever. I hesitantly turned the car off and went inside.
The smell of burnt meatloaf and black smoke emanated from the kitchen. I walked in to see my stepdad wearing an apron and waving away smoke from the oven. “What happened?!” I yelled. I rushed over, ready to help.
He coughed before he could reply. “Your mom went to bible study and left me in charge of dinner.” He showed me the baking sheet with the burnt to a crisp meatloaf. “Sorry, it looks like I'm going to have to order take out. Pizza okay?”
“Yeah that sounds good. Order the pizza and I'll clean up.” Lucas went to the phone while I tossed the meat brick into the trash. I opened the window to air out the smoke.
After he was finished ordering, we both sat down at the dinner table to await the arrival of the delivery boy. I couldn't help but laugh at his lame attempt at cooking.
“Hey! I slaved away in the kitchen for that meatloaf,” he responded to my laughter.
“Yeah well, I think you need some more practice,” I giggled.
The pizza guy came about twenty minutes later which was unfortunately well within the “Thirty minutes or less or your pizza is free” slogan. The delivery guy was kind of cute but my mind was elsewhere. We dove into the pizza, scarfing it down as fast as possible. I didn't even realize I was that hungry until we had eaten the entire thing. So much for eating healthy.
My stepdad and I talked for awhile, cracking jokes and having a good time. It was honestly the first time we ever got along. I was vaguely aware it might've had something to do with the fact that I masturbated to him the night before. My feelings were changing towards him. He was the kind of man I was always searching for.
“Well, it was nice hanging out with you but I need to take a shower before your mom gets home.” My stepdad crushed the pizza boxes and threw them in the trash.
“Okay, thanks for the pizza!” I was actually sad to see him go. Things were going so well between us. Lucas went upstairs and left me alone in the kitchen with my thoughts. I couldn't seem to get him out of my head. I could feel my body getting warm. I was getting wet between my thighs. I needed to get up to my room and touch myself right away.
I went upstairs and I could hear the shower running from my parents bedroom. The door was cracked open just a bit which made it sound even louder. I started towards my room but stopped. I don't know what came over me but it felt like I wasn't in control of my body. An animal instinct took over. Suddenly, I found myself opening the bedroom door and creeping in. Steam was billowing out of the master bathroom like a fog. I could hear my stepdad humming to himself in the shower.
Before I knew it, I had stripped off all my clothes. I worked my way into the fog, making sure I didn't make a sound. Then I tripped on some of his dirty clothes that he had tossed on the ground.
“Is that you honey?” he yelled over the roar of the water. “Wanna come join me?” His voice was so sexy.
My hand went for the shower door and I tried to stop myself. It was wrong! It was forbidden. When I entered the shower, my eyes glazed over as I admired my stepdad's manly physique. He was in perfect shape. The water ran down his chiseled chest and past his manliness. He was so fucking big. It was like a limp tree stump.
My stepdad was washing his hair and rinsing the suds out of his eyes. I reached for his cock and stroked him. “Mmmm that feels so good.” I couldn't believe he still hadn't noticed it was me. His veiny shaft came to life in my hand, growing to twice the size. It was like holding a thick cucumber. My mouth started to water.
Then, he half opened one of his eyes and jumped when he saw who was standing before him. “Olivia! What are you doing in here?!” His face was full of disgust but his pulsing cock in my hand was telling me a different story. I reached up on my tippy toes and kissed him. He backed away and I lost grip of his shaft, “No, we can't do this!” He shook his head.
I wasn't even listening to him. It was like I was in a dream, all I could focus on was my lust and desire. I grabbed his meat again and stroked him. He moaned quietly and I tried kissing him again. He gave in and our mouths came together, his arms wrapping tight around me. His tongue slipped in and I felt his grip on me tighten. I got lost in the passion as we made out underneath the strong spray of water.
My stepdad suddenly pushed me away, sending me crashing against the shower door. Was he able to resist me? The expression on his face was like an animal on the hunt. There was no mistaking
it; he wanted me. He pressed me up against the door, forcing my arms above my head. He held my hands up in a vice as he kissed my neck and moved farther down. His rough hands felt up my big tits, squeezing them hard and desperate. He put his lips around my nipples, sucking and biting on them. I was breathing hard. The pain and pleasure mixed into an ecstasy cocktail.
He moved down my stomach and kept going, my body shuddered. The water from the shower hit my body and cascaded off me. He kissed my womanhood and I felt his tongue slip in between my lips. His tongue flicked my clit around, sending wave after wave of pleasure. I was extremely wet and it wasn't from the shower. I rubbed my pussy all over his face letting him eat me out. I held his head and pushed him further in. I lifted my leg around his neck and he fucked me hard with his tongue, darting in and out. I wanted more.