Tryst

by Jordan Silver

  It was on one of the rare times we’d been out together in public, though we weren’t alone. Crystal and some of her other friends were there. We were celebrating a victory for the school’s football team and all the jocks were there at the local pizza place.

  It wasn’t my scene but my daughter had dragged me along after the game. While we were there amidst the noise and bravado and posturing, I was sitting back relaxed and enjoying the fact that I had someone in my life that I was falling in love with, falling my ass.

  That’s just a little lie that I tell myself when I want to convince the old me that I still had some semblance of control left. The truth is I was head over heels and barely treading water.

  In the last few days I’d fucked her in every way imaginable even though I know her pussy had yet to recover from her first pounding. It was my way of getting my scent in and on her. I planned to keep that shit up until I had her under my roof for good. Until then I did my best to mark her, I was sure other males could scent me on her and stay the fuck away or bear my wrath.

  The good thing is, that she was as starved for me as I was for her, and most days we barely made it past the living room floor. I’d fucked her on the kitchen island the day before for fuck sake. And that had led to even more- hard fucking in the outdoor sauna.

  Needless to say things were moving really fast, but there was a fly in our ointment, Crystal. I couldn’t figure out how I was going to tell my daughter that I was in love with her friend. I knew that she had just enough of her mother in her to make my life difficult.

  Bri was not happy with my decision to wait for the right time, and I think that’s why she did it, right in front of me that night.

  Some young punk, probably one of her classmates, and definitely part of the team, came over to our table and started chatting away. It was easy to tell where his real interest laid and it took everything for me to stay in my seat and not beat these people’s kid into a bloody pulp. Especially when I started wondering if he was the fucker that had had his fingers in her.

  She laughed and batted her lashes and even went so far as to put her hand on his arm while leaning over just enough to give him a glimpse down her fucking top. I know that fucking move, women had made that move on me countless times in the past.

  Now mind you she had no way of knowing what the fuck she was getting herself into. She had no way of knowing that I would hurt her for that shit, that was a big fucking no-no. For a man as territorial as I am, that shit’s the equivalent to waving a red flag in a bullpen.

  I sat there for a few seconds trying to calm the fuck down with no luck. The place was full to bursting with the local high school crowd, and my daughter and her girlfriends were sitting right there across from me, looking as innocent as they wanna be.

  When I was calm enough to think rationally, or as calm as could be expected I pulled my phone secretly and held it under the table. I’d come up with a plan to deal with her shit and assuage my anger immediately, because if I held this shit in too long, she’d be worse for wear I was sure.

  There was a little area around back where nobody goes because it’s dark and grassy, while the rest of the lot is paved. I texted her instructions to meet me there. NOW. I watched her reaction as her phone buzzed in her purse.

  She read her phone and I could see her struggle not to look at me. Just before she announced that she had to go to the bathroom or whatever excuse she was about to use to do my bidding, I really didn’t give a fuck, I got up from my seat.

  “I’ll be right back sweetheart, I have to make a call for work.” I pretended to be reading something on my own screen with a frown on my face. That frown worked to hide the red rage that was beating inside my chest.

  “Oh dad, you work too much.” Crystal pouted at me as I threw some money on the table.

  “Why don’t you ladies invite some of your friends to the table and order another pie?” She squealed and jumped up to hug me. I felt like shit for lying to her, but nothing was going to stop me from getting my woman out of there for some much needed correction.

  “Thanks dad you’re the best.”

  I didn’t even look at Brianna as I left, just kept reminding myself that she was young and probably meant nothing by it. That shit did nothing to ease the anger though, and by the time I made it around to the side of the building I knew she was in serious trouble.

  The area was already in complete darkness, which would suit my purposes perfectly. It was also situated in such a way that no one could see us back there, but we would have more than enough time to see anyone headed this way. Like I said no one ever came here anyway so I felt relatively safe to do what needed doing.

  I nabbed her as soon as she turned the corner and pushed her into the wall. “Hey…”

  “Not one more fucking word outta you, what the fuck did you think you were doing in there?”

  “What, what are you talking about? I was just having fun…”

  “Is that what you call it, fawning all over that poor boy, do you know how close I came to breaking his fucking arm for touching you? And you were encouraging him. Well guess what sweetheart, you’re going to find out just why you shouldn’t have done that shit, not to me.”

  The thing is we’d been going along fine, I thought she understood, especially after our second day together when I spelt this shit out for her. Now there in the dark I pushed my hand up under the short cheerleader type skirt she wore and cupped the heat of her pussy.

  “This is mine, you do not flaunt what’s mine for others. You do not fucking do that shit in front of me ever, nod your head if you hear me.” She had to nod because I had my other hand wrapped around her throat and there was no way she could talk.

  I knew she was pissed about my last refusal to just throw our relationship in my daughter’s face, but I knew what the fuck I was doing, she obviously didn’t. She seemed to forget that I was older and maybe knew a little more about what the fuck I was talking about; but that was neither here nor there.

  “Now you’ll get a taste of the real me, and I hope to fuck you never cross this fucking line again or it will end worse for you. You’re getting off easy because you didn’t know. Don’t do that shit again.”

  She started to struggle then, my words sending fear into her heart. “Daddy…” Her voice trembled with fear but that was too bad, she shoulda thought of that shit before she fucked with me. I tore her panties and shoved them in my pocket.

  Two large callused fingers found their way inside her pussy without my usual gentleness. I finger fucked her pussy until I felt her cunt start to juice, then I pulled them out and fed them to her. “I don’t want anything from you.”

  Her eyes widened on mine when she realized how serious I was. I never miss an opportunity to taste her, fuck if I could go around all day with my mouth attached to her cunt I would, that’s how much I love the taste of her.

  She whimpered in her throat at the harsh look on my face just before I turned her around roughly to face the wall. I was so mad I barely knew what the fuck I was doing. I wanted to fuck the sight of what she’d done out of my head, and I wanted to heat her ass up at the same time.

  I’d never spanked anyone in my life, but the urge was so strong there was nothing for it. I pulled my leather belt from its loops and the crying started. “No daddy.”

  “I told you to shut the fuck up.” I wrestled her back into place because she started to struggle harder.

  “Listen, you either settle your ass down and take what you’ve earned or I walk.” She stopped all movement and tried looking over her shoulder at me. I hated the look on her face, that fear that had nothing to do with her ass being beat, and more to do with me abandoning her.

  I knew what that shit was about, but there was no way I was going to allow myself to be manipulated by her bullshit. I’d given her everything I could, done all I could at this time to make her feel safe and secure.

  There was no fucking reason for her to act out and especially not because I
needed more time to work on my daughter. What the fuck did she want from me?

  I held her against the wall and wailed her little ass until it was red. I had a hard time keeping her cries contained so in the end I put her ruined panties in her mouth.

  “Now you won’t be doing that shit again any time soon will you? Answer me dammit.” I drove my fingers back into her before dropping my pants and kicking her legs open. She was wet as fuck and my fingers were soaked. I pulled them out and fed them to her again before plowing into her from behind. I had to catch her cries in the palm of my hand.

  I wasn’t quite sure if they were cries of pleasure or pain; probably a mixture of both. I knew her ass had to be hurting, but I was still too pissed to care. I sent my whole dick into her belly and fucked her hard against the wall, pounding out my frustration in her pussy, but still that wasn’t enough.

  My head cleared enough for me to hear her soft cries and pleas. “I need to fuck you harder, this isn’t working for me.” I looked around for somewhere to put her on her back in the debris back there but it was too dark.

  While she was sniffling and telling me how sorry she was, I took her down to the ground in the grass and mounted her pussy from behind.

  “This is my pussy, you even think of looking at another dick I’ll make you sorry you were ever born. Tell me you understand what the fuck I’m saying.”

  “Yes, please yes, I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sorry enough yet if you ask me.

  I fucked her so hard I felt sorry for her. She bit into my hand to muffle her screams as I tore her pussy up. It was the first time I’d used my dick as part of her punishment, but her offense was such, that I was making damn sure she never did that shit again.

  My last insult was to pull out of her warm cunt and cum on her ass, right on her little puckered rosebud. She’s lucky I left it there I could’ve taken her ass cherry right there in the dirt. “Go clean up and go home.” I hung around long enough for her to stumble to her feet and wobble away. No way I was gonna leave her back there in the dark.

  I stuffed her ruined panties in my pocket and made it back to the table where the others were digging into their pizza and chattering away. Good, no one had noticed our timely disappearance together.

  The jock was looking around as if he was searching for something and I wish I had an excuse to break his fucking face. It was then that I realized just how fucking far gone I was, and that something needed to be done.

  We’d only just begun, but already what we felt for each other was so strong, so all consuming, that I knew it was only a matter of time before she acted out again in her bid to get me to claim her publicly. The fucked up thing is, I totally understood her position, but my hands were tied. I owed my kid, I had to at least try to get this shit right.

  ***

  Now here we are weeks later and I was still no closer to a solution. If her home life wasn’t so fucked up I maybe could’ve bought us some more time, but I knew I was in a fucked up position there too.

  Crystal for all her years, was still very much a little girl. She hated to share me with anyone or anything. It tore a hole in my gut to think of hurting her. But now there was someone else in my heart, another young girl who’d found her way there for entirely different reasons.

  Brianna hadn’t had it as easy as Crystal and though I had to drag every detail out of her, I knew enough to know that all was not right at home. I needed to get her out of there as soon as possible, as much as I needed to claim her for all the world to see.

  I flung myself off the bed totally disgusted with myself. I’ve always prided myself on my decisiveness and that upfront take charge manner I was known for. Where was that guy now that I needed him most? If it was anyone else, anyone at all, but it wasn’t, it was the little girl who had once told me that I didn’t love her enough.

  Hearing that shit from your kid even if she’s too young to know what she’s saying, stays with you forever. And if you’re anything like me, you do everything in your power to prove different.

  My phone rang breaking me out of my reverie. I frowned when the readout said Priscilla. What the fuck did my ex want? we tended to avoid each other like the plague, only getting together when it involved our daughter, and since she’s lived with me we hadn’t had to have one of these little meetings. I answered the phone expecting her to fuck with the rest of my already fucked up day.

  Chapter 6

  BRIANNA

  Almost a month and I’m still pinching myself. It seems so surreal sometimes, like something I dreamed up like I used to when I was a kid. But no, this was no dream, I could still feel him leaking out of me, he cums a lot. I would’ve cleaned up after but he likes me to carry his scent all day, so I only brush my hair and clean up my thighs from being so sticky. Everything else stays as is.

  I can’t say that I hate the feeling, I kinda like the fact that I’m walking around in the open with part of him inside me. it usually takes a few hours for the glow to wear off, and lately I was beginning to think that some of my classmates might be growing suspicious of what I’ve been getting up to in the afternoons. It sure beat cheering practice, which I no longer missed.

  Anyway I know that some people have noticed the change in me and though no one has said anything as yet, it’s only a matter of time. Some days I’m sorely tempted to take matters into my own hands and just tell Crystal the truth. But then I remember how new our relationship is Gabe’s and mine, and I get cold feet.

  What if he gets so mad that he can never forgive me? And what if like he says, she’s completely against it? would he leave me? he says no but I don’t have a very good track record with anyone being loyal to me.

  Am I being selfish to want him to let the world know we’re in love? I don’t think so. I do have a little resentment against Crystal for standing in the way of that but can you blame me? She’s his daughter not his wife, why should it matter to her who’s in his bed?

  She’s my friend, but she can be a tad bit selfish where her dad’s concerned. If I wasn’t so in love with him, if I were just out for a good time the way I thought this thing was gonna go when it first started, I would be okay with that, but my heart was involved.

  He says he understands but then he has me playing the waiting game. I wasn’t being this way because my own father was a dick who only remembered me when he was drunk and needed a punching bag while mom was at work.

  We were the clichéd white trailer trash, everyone who knew us looked down their noses at us, that’s when they weren’t feeling sorry for us. I didn’t set off to land myself a rich guy. Okay maybe I’ve had moments when I daydreamed of some white knight coming to my rescue and taking me away from my misery, but I had outgrown that shit by the time I was twelve, which was about the time I learned that life was not a fairytale.

  I’ve done everything I can to distance myself from my family’s legacy of waste and no good shiftless assholes both males and females. I wanted more for myself and had figured out that my way out was through school.

  When I first realized that the one thing I was really good at could be used as my ticket out of this hell I went after it with everything I had. Cheerleading was something I’d gone after because I was tired of the other girls snubbing me when I knew I could be better than they were. They weren’t too pleased when I outshone their asses and they were even more pissed when their star quarterback came sniffing around.

  Him I sent back when I realized he had only one thing on his mind. I’d let him get as far as sticking his fingers inside me, but that was it. When I learned that he liked to share way too much with his teammates when I walked up on him unawares, that was the end of that.

  I didn’t need to be doing that shit anyway, that’s how mom ended up stranded here in a dead-end job with a husband who’d as soon beat the shit out of her as love her. She’d been the pretty cheerleader too and he one of the jocks on the team with a bright future ahead of him.

  One teenage pregnancy later and those dreams were crus
hed and lives altered. For whatever reason those two miserable people had decided to get married, probably pressure from their parents. But it was the worse decision they could’ve ever made.

  That didn’t stop them from going on to have three more kids though, or from enjoying each other still if the sounds I heard coming from their bedroom some nights were any indication; gross.

  But I was never allowed to forget how I had destroyed their dreams, or how all their hopes now hung on me since apparently I owed them.

  Then the cheering thing became a bust even though coach said I could go the same route she did, but she’d cheered in college too; I knew it was over, but all was not lost, my grades weren’t anything to sneer at, so there was still the chance of a scholarship.

  The thing with Gabriel had started out of sheer overpowering physical attraction. I couldn’t have resisted him if I tried. That first day when he walked in the room looking all hot in his slacks, with his silk shirt opened to the third button and his sleeves rolled back showing the tattoo on his arm, my panties were instantly wet.

  Not even the jock had got me that hot and bothered when he’d touched me, and that was before my daddy had turned those jade colored eyes on me. I had a hard time keeping my thoughts to myself that day, and not giving it away to the others in the room.

  They were all twittering and acting like typical teens and I found myself becoming jealous. My face became flushed and for some reason I wanted his attention only on me. It didn’t enter my head that he was a grown man, I knew he wasn’t married, and he was so hot.

  I started doing stupid shit to get his attention, like splits and turns that I knew were moving my top in just the right way to show off my tits. I’d banded them a little to help the girls with their routine, but I knew they were still spectacular.

  When I realized that he was doing some looking of his own, that’s when I started plotting in my head. I’d only expected to have some fun with him, never once did I think that the strong pull I felt that day would lead to anything more than me losing my virginity and having some fun.