by Anya Aurelie
And I unbuttoned my pants right there in the middle of the kitchen, shoved them down my legs, and then shoved my underwear off too. There I stood, naked from the waist down, in front of my mom’s boyfriend, whom I’d met not fifteen minutes prior.
But it was all too much. The stress of the school year, not knowing Mom was dating someone, not knowing she was living with someone, the feeling that I’d missed so much in the year I’d been away, and now the fact that her boyfriend was such an asshole. I just cracked. I needed Ed gone. At any price.
And so I hoisted one foot up onto the kitchen table, spreading my legs wide apart and showing this stranger my bare pussy. With one hand I spread my pussy lips open for him to see. He stood staring at me as though dumbfounded, as though he wasn’t sure what to say. He just froze.
And then he took the bait. “I can’t tell from that that you do or don’t have a hymen,” he said. “You’re just showing me the outside. Your hymen’s on the inside.”
“So feel inside of me,” I said. “I’m not losing this bet.”
Ed glanced at the door, as though expecting to see Mom pull back into the driveway at any moment. But I saw that bulge in his pants and knew his cock was rock-hard looking at me standing there in the kitchen with my pussy exposed to him.
And he reached out one trembling hand and touched my bare, pink pussy. Then he pushed one finger inside of me, then two, and felt around, looking over his shoulder every few seconds.
Aha! I thought. I had just won a hundred bucks and proven that Mom’s new boyfriend was no good. If he’d touch his girlfriend’s daughter’s pussy the very first time we met, he couldn’t possibly be a good guy. Now I just had to find a way to get Mom to see it too. It was almost too easy.
“Wow,” he said, and the lust was obvious in his voice, “I guess you were right. I’m sorry I doubted you. That hymen is definitely still intact.”
“Damn straight,” I said. I put my leg back down on the floor. “Don’t forget my money.”
Ed started to open his mouth, but I glared daggers at him, and he pulled his wallet from his back pocket and began counting twenties while I pulled my panties and jeans back on.
Just then, I heard Mom pulling back into the driveway. “Thank you,” I said sweetly, snatching the money from his fingers as the car door shut. I slid the money into my pocket.
Ed’s face reddened when Mom walked in, and I looked at him feeling victorious. “You should probably wash your hands again, don’t you think?” I asked innocently, and he fumbled toward the sink, looking stunned.
“Ed, are you okay?” Mom asked.
“Fine,” he answered, a little too quickly.
I’ve got you now, I thought. Now I just had to figure out where to go from here.
Later that night, I sent Chris, my high school crush, a text. “I’m back in town. Want to get together?”
He texted back a few minutes later. “Can’t tonight. Tomorrow?” I was disappointed, but told him tomorrow would be fine.
Mom and Ed went to bed early, and I moped around the house, wishing Mom would stay up and talk to me. I missed her so much, and I wanted things to be how they used to be, just the two of us.
Around midnight I was sitting in the living room reading in my nightgown when Ed walked in. He jumped when he saw me.
“Oh, Mia! I didn’t realize you were still up,” he said.
“Still up,” I said. “I thought you went to bed hours ago.” I felt self-conscious in the flimsy nightie, a silk-and-lace number that didn’t go very far down my thighs and exposed quite a bit of cleavage. If anything, it was more revealing than what I’d been wearing when I first met Ed — but I’d thought he was long since asleep.
“Woke up, couldn’t get back to sleep,” he said. “Mind if I sit down?”
I didn’t want him to, but what could I say? “Sure,” I agreed, moving over on the couch to make room for him.
“Mia, about what happened earlier…” he started. “I don’t think we should tell your mom.”
“No, of course not,” I said, thinking, I’d rather she find out by walking in on us. She’d never believe me if I told her her boyfriend was messing around with me, and everyone knew people always blamed the messenger — she’d have to see it for herself to believe it. She would forgive me eventually, or I’d tell her that it was all his idea, but she’d kick him out right away.
But that meant…I’d have to keep things going with him until then.
My plan was still poorly formed in my mind, but I knew what I had to do. I could see his eyes taking in my bare legs and low-cut nightie trimmed in lace, so I shifted on the couch so that the nightgown hiked up a little further on my thighs.
“What are you reading?” he asked.
“Oh, just something a friend recommended,” I murmured. I wasn’t wearing any panties beneath the nightgown, and I shifted again to rest my back against the arm of the couch, pulling my feet up to the couch cushion in front of me — giving him a perfect view of my bare pussy.
I saw him notice it, then quickly glance away. “Is it a good book?” he asked, gulping. I saw the bulge in his pants again begin to grow. He was trying so hard to resist, I could tell, but I wasn’t going to let it happen.
“It’s really good,” I said, my voice sultry. “Do you want to take a look?” Then I pretended to stretch, extending my limbs to give him an even better view of my cunt, and “accidentally” grazed his hard cock with my foot. I heard his breath catch in his throat. I set my foot down just millimeters from his leg. I could feel the heat coming off his body.
“I’d love to look at the book,” he said, studiously trying to keep his attention focused straight ahead of him. I leaned forward to hand it to him, my breasts squeezing together in the nightgown and almost popping out entirely. His hand grazed mine when he took the book from me, and I felt my pussy pulse in excitement.
It was strange, this feeling I had for him. I was simultaneously repulsed by him, by his existence, and turned on by him, by my power over him. I hated that he would betray my mom, but I loved that I could get him to.
And my pussy was wet, wet, wet.
Ed flipped through the book, glancing at the description on the back cover, but I doubted he was reading it at all. I knew what he was thinking about — my young, nubile, untouched body. He was thinking about how much he’d love to pop open his girlfriend’s daughter’s cherry and take me unprotected, fill me up.
I’ve got you now, I thought.
I let my foot slide closer until it was touching his leg, and he didn’t pull away. He swallowed. “Thank you for showing me this,” he said, handing the book back to me, and when I leaned forward again to take it from him, I let my foot slide into his lap. I didn’t sit back onto the couch, but stayed there leaning forward, staring at him, breasts popping from my lacy nightgown.
I didn’t take the book from him at first. I let him hold it there, forced him to look at me, to take me in. Then I slowly reached out and touched his wrist, ran my fingers lightly up his hand to the tips of his fingers, and took the book from his grasp.
His eyes were on my body, and I could see that his breathing was getting heavier. Now all I had to do was seal the deal.
“You liked what you felt earlier, didn’t you?” I asked. “You liked reaching into my tight, virgin pussy.”
He gulped again. “It was very nice. But your mom…”
“Of course,” I said. “I know you can’t do anything to betray her. But you can still have a little fun, can’t you?”
He looked at me with a questioning glance, as though wanting to know where I was going with this.
“You can still…do this, for instance, can’t you?” And I leaned over and kissed him, pressing my breasts into his chest as I did so. His lips were soft, and my own lips rubbed against his rough stubble.
“I don’t know,” he said uncertainly when I pulled away, and I shut him up with another kiss, pressing my body harder into his this time and then climbing into
his lap. My wet pussy was resting against the bulge in his pants, and I ground down into him, letting him know I was there. Letting him know he could take whatever he wanted.
“I guess I…it would be so wrong to…” he murmured.
“Shhh…” I instructed, lifting his hands to my ample breasts and tracing his palms over them, letting him feel my hard nipples beneath the silky fabric.
“Oh, you feel so good,” he said, and I knew he was mine.
“That’s right, I know you’ve been wanting me,” I told him. “Play with my body.” And I let him pull the front of my nightie down to reveal my naked breasts. Ed lowered his mouth to them and sucked on first one nipple, then the other, drawing circles over my breasts with his tongue and then pulling the nipple into his mouth.
He was entranced now, I could tell. He’d do anything he could get away with. And if it meant getting him out of the house forever, getting my summer with my mom back, I would do anything it would take. I didn’t have any remorse for him — not after he tried to tell me what to do with my vibrator, not after he suggested I was a slut. He deserved whatever he had coming to him, and if that meant him coming in me, so be it.
I would sacrifice my virginity to get my revenge.
I moaned, laying it on thick like in porn. One of his hands moved to my thigh, then slowly made its up way up my inner thigh until he was touching my bare, wet pussy. He traced his finger up and down it, then pushed into my tight hole, and I moaned again.
“Oh yes, Ed,” I whispered. “I love when you touch me there.”
His face was getting flushed, and I could tell he wanted me so badly in that moment that nothing else mattered. I reached down and unbuttoned the top button of his pants, then pulled the zipper down tantalizingly slowly.
Ed made a sound deep in his throat like he knew he should stop me, but was powerless to. I pulled his hard cock out of his pants, then hopped off his lap and knelt in front of him on the floor, lowering my head to his cock.
My tongue flicked over it, and his breathing got shallower still. I took it into my mouth and licked up and down its length. So this was what it was like to touch a real-life cock. This was what it was like to suck it, to put it in my mouth.
“Is this your first time sucking cock?” he asked, and I nodded up at him with his cock still in my mouth.
“Oh god.” The thought seemed to turn him on even more. “Do you like it?” he asked.
“Yes,” I purred. “You taste so good.”
And I had to admit that he did. As much as I hated this man, as much as I only wanted to fuck him to get rid of him, I had to admit that I liked having his dick into my mouth, that my pussy was dripping wet at the thought of getting fucked by his hard rod.
I swirled my tongue around on the tip of his cock, then rubbed my breasts against it, letting the combined moisture from his precum and my mouth paint my tits until they were slick. He reached out and grabbed them, stroked them as though he just couldn’t help himself.
“Do you want to pop my virgin cherry?” I asked him, smiling up at him sweetly.
“Here?” he whispered back, looking almost panicked. He glanced up at the doorway as though my mom would walk through it any moment — which is exactly what I was hoping.
“Here,” I said. “Fuck me right here in this living room. I know you’ve fucked my mom here before, haven’t you?”
He didn’t respond. “Haven’t you?” I repeated. “Haven’t you fucked my mom on this very couch.”
“Yes,” he admitted, and the fire in my heart burned angrier.
“Take off your pants,” I instructed, and he stood up and removed his pants and boxers the rest of the way. His cock stood at attention, waiting for my pussy.
I lay down on the couch, resting my head on the armrest and opening up my legs to him, still in the nightie with the top pulled down over my breasts. Ed climbed on top of me, and I saw him take me in one last time before aligning his cock with my wet hole and pushing.
He slid in an inch, and then stopped. I felt pressure against my pussy, and knew it was my hymen resisting. His cock was definitely thicker than my vibrator, and there was no way he’d be able to push inside of me without breaking it.
He pulled out, then tried again. I was so wet that I knew that wouldn’t be the problem. Again, he got an inch in and then I felt resistance. He pushed some more.
And then, with a bursting feeling, his cock broke free and pushed all the way into my cunt.
“Oh!” I cried out in surprise. The look on Ed’s face was of intense pleasure.
Sex was a weird feeling, like nothing I’d ever experience before. It wasn’t quite what I’d expected, but it was good in a very new way. Soon I got used to the feeling of him inside of me, pushing in and out, and he began thrusting faster.
“Do you like that?” he asked. “Does that feel good?”
“It feels so good,” I moaned, wondering when my mom would wake up and walk in on us. “Fuck me. Fuck my tight virgin pussy.”
And he did. He thrust in and out of me for several minutes, stretching my pussy around his thick, bare cock, and I felt like a pornstar, moaning and crying out, making sure he felt good about his sexual prowess.
“Turn over,” he instructed after a few minutes, and I turned onto my stomach.
“No,” he corrected. “Onto hands and knees. I want to fuck you doggy style.”
I got onto my hands and knees, smiling as I imagined what this would look like to Mom when she walked in. This was a much more graphic-looking position than missionary. Well done, Ed, I thought. I lifted my exposed ass and pussy to Ed, who slapped my ass lightly a few times and spread my cheeks open to examine my holes.
Then he positioned himself behind me and pushed into me again, watching his cock go in and out of my virgin pussy. I wondered what I looked like from his angle. I wondered if he’d masturbate thinking of this for the rest of his life.
And I wondered where Mom was. Why hadn’t she walked in on us yet?
I moaned louder, hoping she’d wake up, and Ed shoved his hand over my mouth to try to silence me. “Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me harder.” I wouldn’t allow him to silence me.
My mom’s boyfriend rammed into me harder and harder, until I felt an upswelling of feeling in my cunt. “You’re going to make me come,” I groaned, and I meant it. Revenge sex or not, this felt fucking good. I was about to have my first orgasm on a real cock — though certainly not with the person I’d ever expected to lose my virginity to.
The thought of making me come seemed too much for Ed, and as my pussy began to spasm around his cock, he too began to spasm, spurting out his sticky cum deep into my unprotected cunt. I felt him throb as he pushed even deeper into me, as far as he could go, and I cried out as the waves of pleasure wracked my body.
“Oh Ed, fuck me!” I yelled, lost in my orgasm but still not forgetting my goal.
“Take my cum, you virgin slut!” he said, and as the pulsing in my pussy subsided I glanced up at the doorway. Where was Mom?!! I couldn’t believe she still hadn’t woken up in all this racket.
Ed collapsed against my body as he drained the last drops of his cum into my pussy, then he slowly pulled out of me. My pussy was sore, and I felt his juices dripping out of me and down my leg.
On wobbly legs, I got to my feet and pulled the nightgown down on my thighs and up over my breasts.
I was disappointed that we hadn’t gotten caught, but I was undeterred. I would fuck Ed as many times as I needed to to get him out of my life — and if I had another few orgasms in the process, all the better.
