The Naughty Daughter
a novel by
Valerie Gray
Smashwords Edition
2012
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PART I
How I Became My Mother’s Boyfriend’s Whore
1.
My name is Bianca Blanca and this is a filthy story of debauchery about a naïve girl who turned into a dirty slut for older men—namely, her mother’s sleazy boyfriends, those nasty fucks.
Since my father died, Mom hadn’t dated much. There was Ted, for a while, and that was weird. I’ll get to that later…
I’m certain that she grieved for my dad way too long, and Ted was just rebound, which explains my elation the day Mom informed me, on the phone, that she had met a new man.
She introduced me to her boyfriend, Russell Haxby, when I was home from college winter break. I remember that day vividly because I was always concerned that my mom would be alone for the rest of her life. I had only recently left the state to go to the university; I was in my freshman year.
Now, I should explain that my mom wasn’t ugly or a bitch or anything. In fact, she was (and still is) quite beautiful and nice, and many younger men asked out my mom, not realizing that she was already in her mid-40’s. She frequently exercised in order to maintain her cute body and that helped attract a fair amount of men. Her long, wavy, golden blonde hair, large breasts, flat stomach, and flawless complexion worked to her advantage as well (characteristics I am proud to say I inherited).
I
remember how now and then, some people thinking my mom was my older
sister, which, of course, always made my mom’s day.
Mom had
been fixed up with Mr. Russell Haxby, a used car salesman, by one of
her married friends. He’d sold them several cars over the years, I
guess. I remember thinking what a curious match for her—a used car
salesman. Since my mom was a graphic designer, I always figured
someone with more culture or education would be most ideal for her—a
professor, an artist. My dad has been a musician.
Mom and
Russell had already gone out on a few dates and she wanted me to meet
him that next Saturday night, their third date (my friend Heather
told me that on the third date, it was okay to have sex). Mom seemed
quite excited about Russell and I was anxious to meet him. Perhaps
our blind optimism contributed to the chaos that followed. I’m not
sure.
But I can say that my life was never the same after Russell.
My sex life, that is.
2.
Saturday night finally arrived like a late period cycle; Mom was all dolled up for her date. She kept asking me for make-up and clothing advice and for once, I felt like the parent. I debated asking her about the “third date rule.”
By
the time Russell rang the doorbell, I can honestly say that Mom
looked hot.
I was sitting in the living room, watching
television. Mom opened the front door and greeted Russell.
“You
look fantastic!” a loud, masculine voice boomed from the hallway.
“Thank you,” Mom replied. “Come, Russ, I want you to meet my
daughter.”
“I’ll come,” he said with a laugh, and while I didn’t get the joke then, I think I do now—it’s what they call reading between the lines.
Mom
led Russell into the living room, holding his large hand. A handsome
man, Russell Haxby was also a very big man; he stood about 6’4”
and had short, dark hair, brown eyes, a swarthy complexion, and quite
a muscular build. He was around forty years old. He was dressed
casually in khaki slacks and a dark blue sports coat. I could smell
his cologne the minute he stepped into the living room and the scent
was nice, it made my skin tingle which I thought was weird.
Proudly, Mom said, “Russell, I would like you to meet my daughter,
Bianca.”
Russell smiled and looked directly into my eyes. He
reached out for my hand and I accepted it.
“Well, it is quite a pleasure to meet you, Bianca. I feel as if I know you already from what your sweet momma has told me.”
Russell
shook my hand firmly and seemed to hold it a couple seconds too long,
one finger gently stroking the top of my hand before he let go.
“Nice to meet you, too,” I said, like a whisper.
I
broke eye contact with him; it made me a bit uncomfortable. Then I
looked at Mom and asked, “So where are you guys heading off to?”
Mom said to her date, “Dinner at Ruth’s Steak House, right?”
“I made reservations for seven,” Russell said.
Mom glanced
down at her watch and said, “We better get going. There’s money
on the counter to order a pizza later, if you want,” she told me.
I looked up at Russell. He was still staring intensely at me. I
thought I caught him checking out my boobs, what boobs I had, and
that made me tingle again.
“It
was nice to meet you,” I told him.
“Likewise, Bianca. It was
very
nice to meet you! I’ll see you later,” and he leaned over and
gave me a kiss on the cheek.
This
startled me since I had just met the man. I just went with the flow
and reciprocated, kissing his cheek back like the French people do.
His skin was rough, with slight stubble of beard. I could smell
cigarettes on his breath.
The rest of the evening I thought about
Mom and Russell. He seemed nice enough and definitely handsome. I
could see why my Mom was attracted to him.
But
. . . something about him made me feel weird. Russell oozed
confidence, almost too much. And was he really checking me out? I
was used to boys checking me out at school but not an adult like
Russell. The boys usually checked out my rear end, especially when I
wore shorts of tight jeans; I didn’t have boobs like my mom did.
By the time I stripped down to my panties and “Minnie Mouse”
T-shirt, I decided that my concerns were unwarranted. After all, I
just met him and first impressions are often wrong. I was sure that I
was being over-protective of my mother. I went to sleep, content with
the possibility that Mom had found a nice guy.
And, well, I did think about him when I masturbated before sleeping. Usually I thought about Eric, my sort-of boyfriend, or this math teacher I had a crush on, but just as I was really going at my clit and ready to come, Russell’s head popped into my mind, and I could smell the cologne and cigarettes. “Oh baby,” I whispered, the bad girl I am, and came really hard.
It was one of the best orgasms I’d had so far.
I’d been masturbating since I was nine.
Many girls do.
It’s
magical when you discover it.
3.
Awoke
later that night and heard a strange noise in the house. Lying there
in my bed with my eyes still closed, I waited to hear the noise
again.
And then it came.
Faintly, at first, but then becoming louder . . .
Moans
and “oh yes” from my mom’s muffled voice, each utterance
followed by a creak from her queen-sized bed in the next room.
Couldn’t believe what I was hearing and didn’t know whether to
laugh or cry with disgust. I refused to open my eyes. I realized that
my mom was getting laid in the next room!
Pulling
the covers over my head, I tried to fall back asleep. But my mom’s
groaning continued and, to my amazement, became even louder.
I
thought: Doesn’t
she know I can hear her?
They kept at it for another twenty minutes before I became thirsty
and figured I could make a quick dash for a glass of water before Mom
and Russell were finished doing the nasty third date thing.
Cautiously tip-toed out of bed and down to the kitchen. After sipping my water, I started to make my way back to my bedroom when I heard Mom’s bedroom door creak open.
Panicking
and not wanting my mom to think that I had heard what was going on, I
swiftly ducked into the utility closet in the hallway next to her
bedroom.
Someone came out of the bedroom and it was not Mom. My
heart was pounding through my chest and I prayed to God that my Mom
wouldn’t catch me.
How utterly embarrassing that would be!
Through the slits in the door, I could see Russell’s form come out of the bedroom, wrapped in my mom’s bedspread. He slowly made his way into the bathroom across the hall and turned on the light.
I
was surprised that I could see directly into the bathroom from my
vantage point…
Russell had a shiny layer of sweat on his face
and upper body. He obviously had been working hard in there. He let
the bedspread fall to one side and began peeing. I made an audible
gasp as his penis came into my view. This caused Russell to turn his
head suddenly in my direction, looking for the source of the noise. I
tried not to breathe or move as he peered into the hallway for a
couple of seconds before bringing his attention back to the task at
hand.
His penis was enormous! I was mesmerized and I could not
take my eyes off it. The only other two penises I had ever seen in
the flesh was my so-called boyfriend’s, Eric, and his was way
smaller than Russell’s. The other penis belonged to another old
boyfriend of my mom’s, Ted, the guy who made me suck him off when I
was nine.
Yes, I know that sounds shocking, that I was sucking dick at nine but I was actually curious and didn’t mind it. I sucked Ted off for half a year, till I was ten, and I got really good at it and I got to like the taste of his semen.
After my mom broke up with Ted, I had not had another penis in my mouth since. It actually all seemed like a dream at this point, like maybe it never happened and it was a fantasy. Sometimes when I masturbated I would think about Ted pushing my face into his crotch and saying, “Open your mouth, Bianca, and eat me.”
Anyway, I don’t recall Ted’s penis being so big so it was easy for me to wrap my mouth around it and suck up and down.
It wasn’t anything like Russell’s!
I
began to feel that “tingling” sensation in my pussy and I felt
myself becoming wet as Russell continued peeing. Trying to fight the
sensation, I quickly realized it was a lost cause. I could see his
dick from the side and even though it was flaccid, it had to have
measured at least 4 or 5 inches and I don’t know how thick. His
balls were large, too, surrounded by a thick forest of black, curly
hair.
This reminded me of Health class earlier that year when we
had studied sex education. When question time came, the class
smartass had asked the Health teacher about the average penis size to
the amusement of everyone else. Trying to maintain order and to keep
the discussion relatively serious, the teacher answered that most
research suggested that the average penis length was 5-6 inches when
erect.
Russell’s was obviously a lot bigger than average.
My
guess he was ten inches.
I brought my fingers to my crotch and
could feel that I was soaked. I gave myself a little rub in order to
provide some relief.
Russell
seemed to piss forever, but e finally finished up after giving it a
couple of final shakes. As he bent over to retrieve the bed sheet,
his hairy, muscular ass was exposed briefly before he covered up and
turned off the bathroom light.
Walking back through the hallway
into my mom’s bedroom, I could have sworn that I saw Russell
briefly turn toward the utility closet and smile. But it was dark
with all the lights off, and my eyes were re-adjusting, so I could
have been mistaken.
I waited five minutes before scurrying back
into my bed, making sure to change my panties first.
It took another half hour before I was able to fall asleep.
I masturbated thinking of that big dick and what it could do to a girl.
4.
Over the next several weeks, Mom saw quite a bit of Russell both on the weekends and during the week. He always stayed the night and I was consistently treated to sounds of my mother getting relentlessly plowed by his huge cock.
It became so commonplace that I learned to sleep through it.
My mom would insist that Russell leave very early in the morning before I awoke because “I don’t want Bianca to know that we are sleeping together, yet.”
Ha—I
heard her say this to Russell through the bedroom wall on multiple
occasions.
I typically saw Russell when he watched TV with us or
when he picked up Mom for a date. He continued his penetrating stares
at me, which, in itself, wasn’t too big of a deal. What became a
problem is how “touchy-feely” he became around me. It started out
with innocent kisses on the cheek, followed by long hugs, and
eventually inappropriate touching. By inappropriate touching I mean
stroking my hair, grabbing my hand or arm, and even patting my behind
sometimes. Russell always did it very subtly and usually when my mom
was not in the room.
I really didn’t know how to respond to it
and Mom was obviously on cloud nine with this guy so I certainly
didn’t want to say anything to screw-up her relationship.
I decided I could handle it for the sake of my mom’s happiness.
Is
this what a big dick did to a woman?
One Saturday night, I heard
Mom and Russell come in real late. They were loud and I could tell
they had been drinking. Mom actually sounded worse than Russell and
she was slurring her words and stumbling around. Things became quiet
pretty quick and I wondered if they had fallen asleep. I rose from my
bed and peeked out my bedroom door which I always kept slightly
cracked.
Peered out just in time to see Russell carrying my
passed-out mom into her bedroom. Someone’s not getting any action
tonight, I thought.
I
slid back into bed and fell asleep.
Not sure how much time had
passed before I was awoken later that night by another noise. Lying
in silence, I waited to hear the noise again. I was sleeping on my
stomach and was too tired to turn over to investigate.
Several
seconds later, I heard the noise again. Absolute panic swept through
my body as I realized that someone was in my bedroom!
Was
paralyzed with fear as I heard a person kneel next to me; my mind
started to race. I was certain it wasn’t Mom since she always made
every effort to respect my privacy and would have certainly knocked
on my door to wake me before entering. Plus, considering how drunk I
saw her earlier, I knew she was passed out.
When the strong combination of cigarettes and men’s cologne hit my nostrils, a feeling of terror arose from the pit of my stomach.
It
was Russell.
I don’t know how much time passed. Pretended to be
fast asleep: heavy, rhythmic breathing and all.
What was he doing in here?
No,
I wasn’t that naïve. I knew. I didn’t want to believe it.
Could “sense” him staring at me which was quite unnerving. It was
almost as if he was deciding what he wanted to do.
Could
feel my comforter and bed sheet methodically being pulled off my bed
and from my body. He took his time with this task and appeared to be
taking every precaution not to wake me.
Could feel the
adrenaline being pumped into my bloodstream but I was way too scared
to react in any proactive way.
Felt
weak and powerless.
Russell finally pulled off the last bit of
covers and there I was dressed only in a T-shirt and yellow, cotton
panties.
Felt
extremely vulnerable and was hoping it was all a bad dream.
My
butt felt cool and I realized that Russell had pulled up my T-shirt.
I next felt warm fingers slide inside my panties and over my butt. He
was stroking my butt cheeks and lower back in a gentle, circular
fashion with his fingers. I cringed as I thought of this perverted
old man touching my body.
Felt a second hand move in under my
panties as he continued to massage my ass. Goose bumps started to
form on my bottom and lower back and I was shocked to realize that
his touches felt sort of pleasant.
Russell moved his fingers
down into my butt crack. I bit my lip as one hand gently pulled one
butt check to the side while the other delicately rubbed the area
around my anus with a finger.
He seemed to be making little circles around my anus. On one hand, I was kind of disgusted, yet the fact of the matter was that he was starting to make me very wet no matter how much I tried to ignore it.
Was
confused by this reaction of my body.
His hand subsequently slid
down into the area between my anus and my pussy which he manipulated
for a while. Without realizing it, I parted my legs ever so slightly.
I was praying that Russell didn’t notice how my body was
responding. What if he knew I was awake?
His other hand moved
down also, moved my panties aside, and started rubbing my pussy
firmly. Russell seemed to know exactly what he was doing as he
carefully caressed my clit and lips. If he was surprised by the
excited state of my cunt, he didn’t act like it.
Electrical
shocks went through my body as one hand stroked my clit while the
other fingered my pussy. I was losing track of time.
Russell
continued to expertly finger-fuck me for a few more minutes, while he
manipulated my clit with his other hand. He thrust with his fingers
and I found myself thrusting back with my ass.
I couldn’t help it.
I wasn’t thinking about anything at this point except the pleasure I was feeling from head to toe.
It
is amazing to me how I was able to keep quiet through it all.
And
then a loud thump came from my mom’s bedroom. This must have
frightened Russell for he quickly pulled away and left my bedroom. I
heard the faint squeak of my bedroom door closing behind Russell.
I turned over, pulled down my t-shirt, and finally opened my eyes. I
crawled along my bed to find the covers but stopped when I felt a
damp spot on the bed.
I
had really made a mess of the sheets.
I cleaned myself off with
a spare pillowcase and then laid a clean pillowcase over the wet
spot. Sliding back into bed, I pulled the covers up to my neck. I
didn’t know what to think, feel, or do. What just happened was a
disaster! I just wanted to sleep.
I threw off the covers,
scurried to my bedroom door, and locked it. I returned to my bed
feeling a little more secure, but knowing deep down that everything
had changed.
God,
that finger-fuck felt so good.
5.
In
the morning, Russell was gone as usual and my mom was in the kitchen
making breakfast. I went downstairs even though I wasn’t very
hungry.
“Good morning, angel,” my mom greeted me as she
cooked eggs and bacon. She looked like hell obviously hung over; her
hair was a tangled mess, her face pale, and her eyes bloodshot.
I’m
no angel, I thought.
I sat down at the table and said, “Hangover,
Mom?”
My mom turned around quickly, “Is it that obvious?”
“Yep.”
“Have to start watching how much I drink. I don’t
want Russell to think I’m a lush!” and she chuckled.
“And
what is he?” I muttered sarcastically under my breath.
“What,
angel?”
“Nothing, Mom. Said I think I’ll go for a walk.”
“Oh…you don’t want any eggs?”
“No thanks,” and I rose
from the table and left.
I was shaking.
I
could never tell her, and I was still in shock as I pondered on what
had happened to me. To make matters worse, Russell was coming over to
watch a movie with us later that night my mom needed to know.
What really bothered me as the way my body had responded to his
finger. It was shameful! It was like I couldn’t control my
reactions. Did I encourage it in some way? It seemed pretty stupid to
accuse someone of molesting you if you actually enjoyed it! How could
I be disgusted by someone but turned on by him too
I
was nuts!
In the end, I decided to act as if nothing had happened
and to avoid him. Russell never knew that I was awake that night, so
he doesn’t know that I know what he did. And what is the chance
that he will try it again? In fact, Russell very well could have been
so drunk that night and didn’t realize what he was doing.
I
rationalized that it could have been a terrible mistake. As long as I
stayed away from him and locked my bedroom door at night, there
should be no more finger-fucking incidents in the future. If anyone
was going to finger-fuck my pussy, it was me…or maybe Eric, if he
took ay initiative to give me pleasure.
6.
Russell came by that night for the movie. He noticed me on the love seat in the living room and a shit-eating grin appeared on his face.
Did
my best not to make eye contact with him.
“Hi Bianca!” he
announced in a confident way. He stood above me.
“Hi lo,” I
answered flatly stretching my head around him to see the TV. “Do
you mind?
I’m trying to watch this!”
Mom spoke up from the couch, where
she sat: “Bianca, rewind the movie so Russell can watch it from the
beginning. I’m going to get Russell a drink. I’ll be right
back.”
Russell sat down on the couch after giving my mom a kiss
on the cheek in passing. As usual, he just stared at me as the tape
rewound.
He took a quick look back at the kitchen and then spoke
to me in a hushed tone, “Bianca Blanca, you sexy
little
wench, I know
you were awake last night.”
My stomach churned.
“What
are you talking about?” I said, staring blankly at the TV.
“Oh, come
now,
Bianca. I know
you enjoyed what I did to you and I’m going to do a lot more of
it.” He smiled wider. “A minute longer, and you would have come.
Boy, were you one wet
little kitten down there, I bet you’re a squirter, eh?”
I slowly turned my head toward Russell in disgust. He smiled from ear to ear. What a cocky bastard, I thought. The nerve of him. . .
“How
dare you
talk to me that way! You know my mother happens to be in the next
room!” Blood rushed to my face.
“You won’t tell your mums,
baby girl,” Russell interrupted. “You know why?”
I looked
away from him.
“Because you would have done so by now. You
know as well as I that it’s too late. Besides, do you really
think your mums would believe you over me?”
Mom walked back
into the room with the drink. She sat down next to Russell on the
couch and snuggled up to him.
“Okey-dokey, let’s play the
flick.”
Throughout the rest of the evening, Russell made
knowing glances at me while I tried to ignore him. But he was right,
I wouldn’t tell my mom or anyone for that matter. Like anyone would
believe me anyway. . .
Did my best to avoid Russell as much as I
could. When he would stop by, I always made it a point to be in my
bedroom or out at a friend’s house. I started to lock my bedroom
door at all times, even when Russell wasn’t there. I figured the
longer I stayed away from him, the better chance he would leave me
alone. He would give up, eventually.
But I couldn’t avoid him
all the time especially when he would stop by unexpectedly. And
during those times, he was drawn to me like a magnet and would always
go out of his way to greet me with a kiss on the cheek and sometimes
a squeeze on the ass when my mom wasn’t looking.
One time, I
happened to walk by him in the hallway when he was on his way to the
bathroom and he “accidentally” rubbed up against me with an
obvious fat, hard-on sliding across my body.
I
pushed him away, something he seemed to enjoy.
“You’re such
an ass!” I said.
He just laughed. “Can I help what you do to
me?” And softer: “Speaking of ass, have you ever had anal sex
yet?”
“Ugh.”
“I know you’re not a virgin; I was in you, remember. Does your mums know you don’t have your cherry?”
I ran to my room and quickly locked the door.
7.
My
best friend Heather was over and we were sitting at the kitchen table
when mom walked in with Russell.
“Hi, guys! What’s
happening?” Mom said. She had a bag full of groceries.
“Well,
girls,” Russell said, checking us both out.
“We’re just
finishing up that project for World History,” I said, careful to
not look up from my schoolwork. But I was watching his roaming eyes
from the corner of my peepers.
Mom suddenly turned to Russell,
“Heather, have you ever met my boyfriend, Russell?”
“No,”
Heather said.
“Well, then. Heather this is Russell.”
My mom loved to show him off.
What a prize!
A
catch!
Russell approached Heather and extended his hand, “It’s a
pleasure to meet you, Heather. Between you and Bianca here, I’m
sure you have all the boys at your school begging for dates!”
It
was so obvious that Russell was flirting with her and of course, my
naive mother was blind to it all.
Heather accepted his hand but
looked slightly embarrassed by the comment.
Mom interjected, “And
what are you two doing today?”
I spoke up. “I’d like to go
over to Heather’s to spend the night, remember?”
“Oh yeah, I forgot,” Mom said.
“Our pool is finally working again,” Heather said.
“I bet you girls will swim all day and night,” Mom said.
Heather’s family had this really cool in-ground swimming pool and consequently, her house was quite a popular place in the neighborhood to hang out because her dad was often out and about.
I
could tell Russell was disappointed that I wouldn’t be around
tonight.
“We’d better get going,” I motioned to Heather.
“I’m just going to pack my swimsuit and then we’ll go. Heather,
come help me.”
We stood up and managed to walk by Russell
without any contact.
I closed my bedroom door and Heather
flopped herself on my bed and exclaimed, “Wow! Your mom’s
boyfriend is hawt!”
I said, “You really think so?”
“I would do him in a
heartbeat!” she said, staring at the ceiling. “God, he’s so
big, he must have a huge
dick!”
Heather
had been having sex since she was ten, or so she told me. I didn’t
know if I believed her or not. I never told her about Ted and
sucking cock.
“Well, he may be good-looking but he’s an
asshole,” I said. “Mom deserves much better than him.”
Heather laughed at that. “C’mon Bianca—did you see the body
on him? And that bulge in his pants? Oh
oh oh, Russell do me baby,”
and she groaned into my pillow that she now held over her face. “I
bet he’s thirteen inches.”
“Who could take one that big?”
“I think I can.”
“What’s the biggest you’ve had?”
“Twenty
inches!” and she laughed.
“What-evah!” I said, rolling my
eyes. “Let’s get out of here before you have an orgasm on my
bed!”
“Or before he comes up here and screws us both?”
“That’s disgusting.”
“I think you act like you hate him because you really want him.”
Was
that true?
Heather’s house was only a couple of blocks from
mine so we were there in less than five minutes. What my mom didn’t
know was that Heather’s dad were away for the weekend with a
girlfriend (her mother had died when she was young; we had that in
common, losing a parent to death) and Heather had taken the liberty
of inviting our boyfriends and a few other peeps over.
Eric was
John’s best friend and we had been “going together” for about
three months. He had just moved to our neighborhood last year and was
a real cutie. He was a typical hard rock/grunge guy and often wore
concert t-shirts and baggy jeans. Eric stood about 5’8” and had a
slender athletic build. He had long blonde hair that was often in his
eyes.
Eric had taken my virginity two months ago and since then, we had done it a few other times. To be honest, sex with Eric was rather disappointing; he came really fast which frustrated the hell out of me.
But
what did I know what good sex was, anyway?
We sat around and
waited for the boys and when they arrived, I noticed John had
something in a brown paper bag. It was vodka.
I wasn’t much of
a drinker but I would drink when it was around. While Heather grabbed
a two-liter bottle of coke from the refrigerator, I made small talk
with the guys. Eric was definitely giving me a lot of attention and I
knew he would probably get sex from me later.
The four of us
proceeded to get pretty drunk that night, intensified by drinking
games such as “asshole” and “quarters” and the air of sex
around us.
Two other boys showed up, and then another three.
Where were the other girls?
Seven
guys and two girls—a strange combo, especially when both girls were
taken.
Heather rose from her seat and suggested that we go
swimming. Heather’s pool had lights set up in and around the pool.
She and I went up to her room to change into our bikinis and the guys
used the bathroom.
By the time we came out, we could already hear
Eric and John and the other five splashing around in the pool. We
walked out to the backyard, each wrapped in a towel.
“The
water’s great!” John told us.
We ditched the towels to
obnoxious whistles and catcalls from the guys. Fourteen pair of horny
eyes on us.
I
wore my yellow bikini, which accented my small breasts, flat stomach,
and toned ass. Years of riding a bike and play softball had really
paid off. Heather was more petite than I, but her yellow bikini was
no slouch either. It was a good color considering her features,
namely her tanned skin, dark eyes, and long, brown hair.
We dove
in. Heather swam right up to John in the deep end and started horsing
around with him. I decided to hang out in the shallow end.
Eric
swam up to me and said, “Are you bored, Bianca?”
I sat down
on the bottom stair that led out of the pool with only my chest and
head sticking out of the water.
“No,” I said and smiled,
“just kind of buzzed.”
I
felt light-headed and spaced-out. The drinks had been very strong.
But also I was thinking about Russell and what to do about that
situation. I was honestly tired of ducking him on a daily basis.
Maybe I should just let him fuck me to get it over with, I thought,
completely oblivious to Eric who was now standing right in front of
me. It would almost be worth it just so he’d leave me alone.
All of a sudden it became real quiet and when I looked over Eric’s
shoulder, I could see that John and Heather were in a passionate
embrace. They’ll probably end up doing it right in the pool, I
thought, in front of the five other guys.
Eric took a quick look
over his shoulder and acknowledged our friends’ behavior with a
quick laugh. That was all the encouragement he needed. Eric leaned
down and kissed me hard. He then parted my lips with his tongue and
expertly stroked the interior of my mouth while occasionally sucking
lightly on my tongue. The attention was having an affect on my body
as my pussy became wet and my nipples erect.
Eric’s hands were
now massaging my back as we continued to make out. I became concerned
about Heather and looked up just in time to see her and John exit the
pool and enter the house.
I could see Heather’s breasts hanging in the breeze.
I
knew the other guys were watching and I knew it was making Eric feel
like the Big Man to have a girl when they didn’t.
Could feel
Eric’s dick get erect as he rubbed up against me. He was definitely
ready for it. My hand went down to his crotch and I started to rub
his hard-on. I decided that wasn’t enough and my hand disappeared
down his swim trunks, taking a hold of his cock. It was small, maybe
five inches when erect and pretty skinny. It wasn’t like Russell’s
at all. Russell’s was so big and fat…
Eric maneuvered himself
between my legs. He pulled off his swim trunks and his tool was now
rubbing up against my crotch in a rhythmic fashion. Now, I was
definitely ready.
Gasped as Eric left my lips and started
sucking on my neck. He stayed there for a while, feasting on both
sides until he started to wander south.
I wanted to tell him to stop, not in front o everyone, but we seemed to be alone. The others had left. Where did they go?
Didn’t matter . . .
We
were alone.
Fumbling like the inexperienced boy he was, Eric
pulled down my bikini top and attacked my breasts. All sorts of
slurping noises came from his mouth as he devoured them, somewhat
awkwardly. I must say, though, that he really seemed to enjoy them.
And that, in itself, was a turn-on.
“Oh, man, Bianca. I
love your
bod,” Eric whispered at one point. “You have the hottest
bod!”
That was almost enough to make me orgasm right then and
there. Not that I believed it much, but I knew I could definitely
compete with any girl at my college, even the older ones. I didn’t
have much for boobs but my ass and legs are top notch, and I had a
good even tan.
Eric eventually let his hands fall to my ass. He
gently squeezed it before pressing my body closer to him. That’s
when I had a flashback of Russell playing with my asshole that one
night. How I wished Eric would tease me the same way but I knew that
was not going to happen, not with Eric. He once told me that he
thought anal sex with gross and only gay guys did that.
Eric
started to untie my bikini bottoms and I decided that I wanted to
have sex with him right there in the pool.
Soon w were both
completely naked and Eric sat down on a step and pulled me toward
him. I mounted myself over his hard penis and gently fell upon it. It
went in quite easily and I was starting to feel great. Just as I
started to buck faster, I was horrified to here Eric gasp, followed
by the sensation of squirting sperm inside me. And just like that,
it was over.
Eric pulled me off of him and looked very content.
Was
quite frustrated as I put my bikini back on and climbed out of the
pool.
“That was awesome,
Bianca,” Eric said from the middle of the shallow end.
Typical. All he cared about was his own pleasure, not even thinking about mine, or my feelings.
“Great, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” I said sarcastically.
I
toweled myself off.
I considered letting it the matter go the way
of a bad learning experience, but I couldn’t resist the opportunity
to be a little bitch.
“Eric,” I said.
“Yes.”
“Do
you always
cum that fast?” I asked with a cold stare.
Eric was confused by
the question. He waited a few seconds, perhaps to choose his words
carefully or maybe because he didn’t know what to say.
“Um...well…not all the time,” he said.
Looked away and
sighed loudly.
He
doesn’t have a clue, I thought.
I stood up. “I have to go to
the bathroom.”
“Pee in the pool.”
“Ha ha.”
“I did.”
“Gross.”
I decided to be a bitch.
“Say, Eric,” I asked him, “do you think all guys come that fast? You think those other guys come so fast like you?”
He was embarrassed.
He shrugged.
“Whatever,”
he said.
Walking upstairs, I approached Heather’s bedroom. Her
door was open and I peered inside. Heather was in her bed, butt-naked
on her hands and knees, while John was fucking her from behind and
another one of those boys was shoving his long cock in her mouth. The
radio was playing loudly in the background, some Nine Inch Nails
song, which seemed to drown out the noise they were making.
Then I noticed two of the other boys standing in the corner, watching.
“Let me get in,” one said.
The boy who was getting sucked moved away and the one who wanted “in” took out his penis and put it in Heather’s mouth as John continued to fuck her from behind.
Was I shocked? I was still drunk and didn’t know what to think. Heather had told me she once “pulled a train” with five boys at a party and I didn’t believe her. Now I did. Were these the same boys? How often did Heather do this?
Heather
met each of John’s thrusts with her own and I was amazed by the
intensity of their lovemaking.
Must be nice, I thought.
I started to wonder what it would be like to have sex with several boys, one after the other. The thought made me wet again.
And I was about to find out . . .
I was about to leave when someone grabbed me from behind, wrapped his arms around me. Thought at first it was Eric, but it was one of the five guys. Where had he come from?
He pressed his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Like what you see? Want some too, Bianca?”
Then he turned me around and kissed me. I forgot his name but at the moment I didn’t care. I kissed him back. He ran his hands up and down my body, squeezed my tits.
We kissed and kissed and I found myself reaching into his swim trunks. His cock was longer and thicker than Eric’s but it still did not compare to Russell’s.
Then we were in another bedroom, Heather’s father’s bedroom I think. I’m not sure how we got there but we were there and we were on the bed and this guy was pulling my bikini bottoms off.
I didn’t stop him.
I wanted him.
“You’re hot,” he said.
“So are you.”
“And you like to fuck?”
“I want it,” I told him.
He fingered my pussy. I was still leaking Eric’s semen.
“You did it with that dork out at the pool,” the guy said
“So what.”
“No big deal,” he said, and he got on top of me and slipped his dick into me.
I gasped. It was nice to feel one bigger and thicker than Eric’s little penis.
“Come, girl, come,” the guy said.
I did.
I had a hard, nice orgasm.
Then he pulled out and shoved his sticky cock in my face.
“Suck me off,” he said. “I don’t come in girls. I don’t want no baby.”
He grabbed my hair and I opened my mouth.
This is what Ted used to do. I gave in. I liked being told to suck the way Ted did. Eric never did this, if he had I would have but Eric was never commanding like this.
I closed my eyes and happily sucked on the guy’s cock. It tasted like my pussy juices and Eric’s semen, a strange tangy taste that made me wet and wanting more dicks.
The guy shot three thick loads of cum in my mouth and I swallowed it, just the way I did with Ted a couple years ago.
“That’s it, swallow,” the guy said.
“She swallows, cool,” I heard someone say.
I opened my eyes and noticed that two of the other guys were standing in the room and watching, like they’d done with Heather. I could still hear Heather getting fucked.
Before I knew it, the guy who had just blown his load into my stomach moved away and another guy got on top of me.
I was drunk—drunk from vodka and drunk with lust. I didn’t care that I didn’t know these guys or their names or what, I just wanted to have cock inside me and to have orgasms which I did.
This guy came inside me and he moved away and a third came to me. He turned me around and I lay on my stomach.
He rubbed the head of his cock over my anus and I thought he was going to stick it in my asshole but he didn’t, he moved down and put it in my pussy.
The sex sounds were squishy, as I leaked semen and my juices onto the bed. I thought that Heather better wash these sheets and blankets before her dad got home.
The third guy finished after I had two more glorious orgasms and I was turned over and the next guy was John.
“Hey,” he said.
I smiled.
“Can I?” he said.
“Do it,” I said.
Heather was screaming in pleasure from the other room, so she was no longer fucking John, now I was fucking her boyfriend.
John fucked me for like a half an hour and it was the longest I’d ever fucked. I came three times and my body was like jello.
I wanted to kiss John while we fucked but he turned his head and said something about my having sperm breath and that made me laugh.
Then he pulled out and had me suck him off, giving me more sperm breath.
When John was done, there was a boy standing by the doorway. The others must have been with Heather.
I waved my finger at the boy.
“Your turn,” I said with a giggle.
The guy said, “Bianca . . .”
It was Eric.
I sat up.
He had tears in his eyes.
“Bianca,” he said, “how could you . . .”
I suddenly felt very dirty.
“You’re a slut,” Eric said, “just like Heather, a fucking slut.”
I felt like one too, sperm leaking out of my pussy, sperm still in my mouth and throat. When I realized what I had just done, I wanted to vomit. I felt so ashamed.
I grabbed my bikini top and bottom and rushed out of the room.
“Bianca?” Eric said.
I ran downstairs, found a towel, and quickly put them on.
“Slut!” I heard Eric yell.
I could also hear Heather having an orgasm.
I got out o the house and ran home as fast as I could.
8.
I approached my house and could see that all the lights were off which meant that my mom had gone to sleep.
Russell’s car was still in the driveway.
I
wondered what else could possibly go wrong this night.
Unlocked
the front door and quietly entered my house. My hair was damp with
sweat, and all I had on was my bikini and beach towel.
The living room was dark. I entered and I waited a second for my eyes to adjust to the dark before proceeding to the kitchen. The vodka still having an effect on me as I discarded the towel and placed it over a chair. I poured myself a glass of iced tea and stared out the kitchen window, alone with my thoughts.
I iced tea helped get the taste of semen out of my mouth.
God, I just had sex with…how many guys? Eric, three guys after him, or was it four? Then John . . .
Why did I do that?
But
it was
good—I mean, I kept having one orgasm after another like I’d
never had . . .
There was a noise behind me. I turned and saw a
silhouette of a person standing in the kitchen doorway.
“Who’s
there?” I whispered, praying it wasn’t Russell.
The figure
walked toward me slowly and finally stepped into the moonlight
penetrating the room from the kitchen window.