by Kyra Keeley
“Okay, okay, we were going to experiment. Mark and I are both so good we don’t deserve to be treated this way.”
“I beg to differ, but go on . . .”
“When we met here, we both decided we shouldn’t go all the way.”
“By that you mean ‘fuck,’ Beth?”
“Yes, sir, we were not going to fuck.” When I say that word, Mr. Landon seems to drink it in, giving him fuel for his fury.
“I’m stopping this right now. I guess, I’m not getting a clear picture and you need to show me exactly what happened, or you get an F tomorrow.”
“No, no, no,” I blubber like he were murdering my parents.
“Dad, please don’t do this. We get it. You’re acting insane. ”
“Now! Beth,” Mr. Landon shouts causing both Mark and I to jump. That single tear turns into a constant stream.
“We kissed, and I told Mark we shouldn’t . . . fuck . . . and that there were other things we could do.” Mr. Landon lunges at me, grabbing me so tight that I can’t get away. He pulls me close enough to put his mouth over mine. He roughly covers my lips with his, forcing his tongue in my mouth. He pushes me away. I gasp for air before wiping his spit from my face.
“Go on . . .”
“We came into the living room. Then we took off our clothes. Then, I . . . I . . . I-”
“Guess that explains why you are not wearing a bra, if you ever were.”
“You are right, I was, but . . .” I cover up nipples that tighten with fear.
“Okay, then, remember you are showing me. If you were not embarrassed before, you shouldn’t be now.”
“I really can’t.”
Mr. Landon takes a seat by my side. He sits in a rigid position that I imagine a bad cop uses when he’s getting a confession. I feel the warmth of his body radiating onto my exposed flesh.
“Take it off, Beth.” Mr. Landon pronounces every word with precision with such severity that there feels like no other option.
The tears start up again when I start undoing the buttons of my blouse again, this time under force. I look at the ground with enough shame to last me for the rest of my life. After the fifth button, I can feel the cold air of the overly air conditioned house against my naked breast. I let my shirt slip over my shoulders and drop to my waist.
I pause, hoping this does not go any further.
“And the skirt.” With little hesitation, I slide my short skirt down my thighs. The skirt falls to a pool at my feet.
I gulp hard knowing that my panties are next. Without Mr. Landon asking, I peel the tiny thong off. To my surprise, I’m twice as wet as when I stripped for Mark.
What is wrong with me?
Am I secretly enjoying this?
“Beth, I thought you were a good girl. I thought you had learned your lesson. Now, here you sit with your tits, ass, and pussy all hanging out on my couch.”
“I am good.”
“I’m not seeing it, and Mark definitely wasn’t seeing it an hour ago when you were . . . say it, slut. Tell me what you were doing. No, show me what you were doing.”
“I don’t . . .”
“Would it be easier if I took my clothes off? Would that refresh your memory?” Mr. Landon swings upwards with the prowess of an Olympian. Towering above Mark and me, he feels like he is fifteen stories high. He undresses himself with a determined efficiency angrily tearing at buttons and zippers. Somehow, it does not have any of the over eager quality that Mark had exuded earlier. With Mr. Landon every action is laced with purpose.
He gets all the way down to his boxer shorts—he doesn’t stop there.
“Dad, please,” Mark says with a defeated tone.
Mr. Landon hooks the hem of his boxers with his thumbs yanking them down. I didn’t want to look, but couldn’t help myself. Just from my peripheral vision I could tell he was huge. I glance at his immense cock half hard inches from my face. I cannot imagine ever having something this large inside of me.
“Alright, then what did you do to Mark?”
I lower my head, placing it in my hands. “I put his penis in my mouth.” At this, Mark opens his eyes in horror knowing where this is going. “I sucked on him until . . . until . . . he couldn’t take it anymore and he came on me.” At this, Mr. Landon throws his head back letting out a bellowing laugh. Mark and I both cringe at how inappropriate it is.
“Mark, you really can’t do anything right.” Turning his attention to me he adds, “You had no idea how to handle someone as beautiful as Beth.”
“Dad, we are both virgins. We didn’t do anything wrong.” Marks looks at me for back up.
“It’s true, Mr. Landon.”
“Well you are not going to be a virgin after I show you and Mark what an A+ fucking looks like. And Beth, you can consider it your last assignment.”
He wouldn’t, or maybe he would. If kind of feels like the last two years have been leading up to this. He may have even realized my warming up to his negative attention.
“Now show me what you did to our boy Mark’s cock. Get on your knees.”
I do as I’m told, but don’t know why. I feel as though at the threat of a bad grade, I would concede to anything. Even if I said no, deep down I knew that was not an option when dealing with a man like Mr. Landon. I sit on my knees in front of my boyfriend’s dad’s oversized cock. Time feels like it has stopped.
“Take it in your hands . . . then . . . suck it.”
I reach out and encircle him with one hand, my grip barely is able to reach around his girth. One hand is not nearly enough for his length that continues to twitch and grow, so I place a second hand on top of the other. I gently tug his cock to maximum hardness. His perfect cock sticks straight out, a perfect specimen that is smooth, long, and rock hard. Scooting forward, I part my lips, allowing his swollen tip to slide past my painted lips. Pushing onward, he completely fills my mouth, and I have to open my jaws extra wide. I feel the head of his cock poke the side of my mouth before I direct it toward the back of my throat.
Unimpressed with my progress, Mr. Landon pulls my hands off his cock, and places them around his back. He grabs a handful of my hair and starts to thrust himself into my face. Almost immediately I panic at the difference in size between Mr. Landon and my boyfriend. I feel my ability to breathe cut off as he works his way down my throat, deeper and deeper, with each thrust. I hold on tightly digging my nails into the back side of his thighs. He groans as he continues to fuck my face.
Just before I feel like I’m going to black out, he pulls my head away from his throbbing cock. I sputter and choke, using my hand to wipe away the thick trail of spit that connects us.
“I see why you couldn’t help yourself, Mark.” Mark rest against the arm of the couch in a comatose ball and does not even move at the sound of his name being spoken.
“Don’t stop,” Mr. Landon instructs me.
I feel like if I can make him come, the same way I did Mark, then this can all be over. I reach out and grasp his saliva slicked cock and pump him eagerly with my hands and mouth. Within minutes, Mr. Landon is moaning and pumping robotically into the depths of my warm wet mouth. To my surprise, he climaxes in my mouth, shooting stream after stream of his hot fluid in my mouth. I swallow every bit of his salty sweetness.
I let his cock go, leaving it to swing like a heavy pendulum. He backs away letting out a few deep sighs. I throw myself back on the couch. I fight back a smirk at the pride of making both of these men come so easily.
Thinking it’s safe to leave, I start rooting through the crevices of the couch for my bra that has been shoved deep.
“What do you think you are doing?” Mr. Landon sneeringly says from above me.
“I . . . I’m going home,” I say fearfully looking down. I raise my head slightly to see Mr. Landon, just as close as before, pulling his mammoth cock back to full hardness. “Oh . . .”
“Maybe Mark would let you leave without fucking that virgin pussy, but you know I’m not going to.�
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Having Mark see that was too much to handle, but I can’t imagine how either of could deal with Mr. Landon impaling me on his massive stick. I look over at Mark, he somehow seems even more small and pitiful.
Mr. Landon sweeps downward to pull me to him with his strong arms. He completely encircles me, his large hands grasp my tight ass and knead it firmly. His cock snakes its way between my thighs reaching out longer than I am wide. The base of his cock rest on my clit that resonates pleasure with every one of his movements.
From behind, Mr. Landon reaches toward my wet slit. His fingers glide over my dripping hole. He spreads my wetness over my shaven pussy lips. With his fingers moistened, he inserts two of them into my entrance. I gasp. My lips part. His fingers move with the precision of machinery. With every twirl, waves of warmth ease out from his touch. I lean in and bite his shoulder hard, a move that I’m not sure whether the intention is to make him stop or keep going.
Mr. Landon then picks me up by my ass with ease. I instinctively wraps my legs around him for fear of falling. He lifts me until my perky breast are level with his mouth. He leans in and takes the tip of one my breast into his mouth. He sucks hard, producing a feeling that is close to absolute bliss.
With me hoisted in the air, he maneuvers my body with precision. He keeps sucking at my one breast, while one hand grasps my other breast pushing it high. His uses the hand cupping my ass to slide down far enough that he can stick his fingers back inside of me. The combination of the three is too much and I cry, “Stop, Mr. Landon,” through the gasps of the alien sensations he is producing.
Mr. Landon throws my quivering body on the couch beside Mark. I land with my head almost in his lap, and my legs spread wide—I don’t bother shutting them knowing that my pussy has widened in anticipation of Mr. Landon’s thick cock. My hips undulate upwards grinding the air. This movement makes me feel like I’ve lost all control of my body.
Mr. Landon follows my descent to the couch, landing squarely between my spread legs. He grabs my hair, wrenches my head backwards, and sucks firmly on my neck. He grinds that long hard cock directly onto my center. The pressure puts me almost back to point before he threw me on the couch. “Oh,” I moan with each swivel of his hips.
Without losing his concentration he chastises his son, “Mark, how you like the sound of your girlfriend being pleasured by a real man?” Mark does not answer. “I’m going to fuck her hard and you have to sit there and watch.” Still, no answer. “Look at her face. That is what a girl who is about to come looks like, son.”
Before he pushes me over the edge, Mr. Landon pulls back to leverage his massive cock against the entrance to my tiny pussy. I move backwards in fear until my head practically lies in Mark’s lap. I try to make eye contact with him, but he stares blankly between my legs at his father’s actions. Mr. Landon reaches out, clasps my inner thighs and yanks me back downwards.
With the heat of the tip of pulsating cock resting on my sensitive outer lips, I beg Mr. Landon, “Please be gentle. I’m a virgin and you are so huge.”
He stares indifferently down at me with eyes made of pure lust. Taking delight in dismissing my wishes, Mr. Landon uses his well lubricated cock to pierce me deeply.
“Oh! That . . . God!” I shout when he makes it halfway in. He rears backs before continuing his assault on my virgin pussy. I open my legs wide to try to let him get as deep as he wants.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Mr. Landon grunts at me as he drives most of his length inside of me. I feel a searing pain as he practically rips me open. I feel filled to capacity.
“It hurts. It’s too big.” I plead.
“Relax Beth, you just need opened up.”
I try to forget that I’m being fucked by my boyfriend’s father, and instead by what I think of as an ideal man. When I do, something finally gives inside of me. This gives Mr. Landon the liberty to fuck me however he sees fit. No surprise—it’s rough. He slams into my tiny frame with his rock hard body and thick cock.
The sensation he causes to rise from my pussy erases any doubt of whether I’m enjoying myself. The friction of his size and my virginity is overwhelming. I clasp my legs tightly around his broad back pulling him into me. I clamp the walls of my vagina around the constant ramming of his rod.
Mr. Landon leans in close, almost stops his thrusting and tells me to, “beg for it.”
“No, no, no, y-” My body tells a different story my hips match his previous rhythm, grinding hard into his pelvis.
“Follow directions, Beth,” he sneers.
“Don’s stop . . .”
With my permission, he pulls every ace he has. The thick head of his cock glides past the sensitive spot of my inner wall sending a throbbing pleasure through me.
“Fuck me, daddy. Harder. Oh, fuck, yesssss, yes, ohh, God!”
I thought I had given myself an orgasm before, but it was nothing compared to what was happening right now. My entire body moved with an uncontrollable propulsion pulling Mr. Landon’s cock as deep into me as it would go. I started to vibrate from head to toe. This vibration was under laid by undulating waves of heat. My moaning became halted as I emitted choked gasp through a wide open mouth. Then every sensation collided in a flash of hot white ecstasy.
Still firmly impaled on Mr. Landon’s thrusting rod, I lay motionless letting the dying crescendo quake through my body. With each one wave, I feel my pussy squeeze him tighter.
Before long, Mr. Landon rears upwards so that he is no longer chest to chest. His pounding becomes even more ruthless as he stares down at his prize. My breasts bounce upwards every time he shoves in to me. I watch with amazement as his icy face twist and distorts. His movements start to become stilted. With a grunt he shoots a second load, which seems even bigger than the first one, while he is still deep inside of me. The sensation almost make me come again.
He stutters and then collapses on top of me, for just a second, while his whole body bucks in convulsions of pleasure. He gives himself just a few breaths of recovery before he slides his cock, coated in the comingling of our juices, out. I can feel every millimeter on his way out until I’m left with complete emptiness. I feel as though I would never be complete without him fully inside of me.
Once he is out, our fluids rush out of me trailing down my tight asshole before dripping onto the couch.
I gather the courage to look at Mark, knowing that I have shamed the both of us. He sits on the end of the couch, no longer the picture of dejection. Instead, he has pulled himself back to full hardness. Inches away from my face, he looks like he going to come.
I offer my face to him knowing I have gotten an A+ today.
I lay in silence hoping that Mr. Landon offers summer classes.
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Published by Seductive Shivers
Copyright 2014
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