by Tara Tilly
He ducked out of the way, dodging it easily and chuckled, shaking his head. “Girl, one of these days…” then left leaving the door wide open.
“God I hate him so much,” I said, into the phone.
“Who?” Darrel said.
“My step-dad you dumbass. I swear, sometimes I wonder about you.”
“Yeah? What do you wonder about.”
“Nevermind,” I said rolling my eyes.
From outside my step-dad’s truck started up, the deep rumble of the motor rattling the windows.
“What are you doing right now?” I asked.
“Nothing. Playing x-box.”
“Well, my parents are gone. Why don’t you come over.”
“Right now?”
“Yes, right now. I don’t want to stay a virgin forever. And bring a condom,” I said. “Hurry up, I don’t know how long they’ll be out.”
2
Darrel showed up about ten minutes later. Just walked in the house without knocking and came in my room.
“Jesus,” I said. “Doesn’t anybody knock anymore. At least you hurried. Nothing motivates a man like knowing he might get laid.”
He shrugged.
“Did you park in the driveway?” I asked.
“Umm, yeah. Where else would I park?”
I shook my head and sighed. “If you get caught over here I’m probably going to get kicked out of the house. You understand?”
“So,” he said. “Should I move my car?”
“No, damnit. Just hurry up. You brought a condom didn’t you? The last thing I need is a baby-daddy working as a produce stocker at Walmart.”
He dug into the pocket of his ratty jeans and pulled out a condom, gold foil wrapper, holding it up for me to see, grinning like he’d found Willy Wonka’s golden ticket.
“Well, don’t just stand there,” I said. “Take your clothes off.”
Darrel started to strip down as I watched him. His pale skin so unbelievably white. Then he was naked standing next to my bed looking down at me, the condom in his hand and his dick already hard and ready to go. He was skinny as hell, not too bright, and his dick wasn’t even all that big but he’d have to do. I wanted to get my first time out of the way. It was just practice really.
I pulled my shirt off and slipped out of my shorts and panties, spreading my legs wide on the bed, showing him my young cunt. “Lick my pussy first,” I told him.
“All right,” he said, getting down on his knees in front of the bed.
I moved over to the edge and put my feet up on his shoulders. His hair was greasy like he hadn’t washed in a week.
Darrel buried his face into my pussy, lapping at my lips, probing his long skinny tongue deep into my folds.
Grabbing the back of his greasy head, pulling his face into me, I started to moan, grinding my hips down onto him.
His tongue circled my clitoris, flicking across it in rapid fire, like I’d taught him.
“Oh, fuck,” I said.
That encouraged him and he moved his tongue faster over the sensitive bundle of nerves, inserting his middle finger into my wet pussy now, pushing it in deep, all the way up to the knuckle, fucking me with it as his tongue gave my clitoris plenty of attention.
It didn’t take long and soon I was shaking and quivering, the orgasm came hard and fast, lighting up my wet pussy. My thighs squeezed tight around his head and I moaned, “Oohhh baby,” then I was still trying to catch my breath but Darrel kept going. Everything was real sensitive between my legs now and I pushed his head away.
“What?” he said looking up at me with that dumb look on his face. The ridge of his eyebrows was so prominent it made me wonder if he wasn’t some missing link to the neanderthals.
“I came,” I said.
“You did?” Smirking now like he’d just done something difficult.
“Yeah, good job. All right, I guess you want to get your dick wet.”
He didn’t say anything. Just stared down at my pussy.
“I want you to fuck me from behind,” I said. “On the floor.”
“Whatever you want baby.”
“Don’t call me that, I’m not your baby. We’re just fuck buddies remember?”
“Well, what should I call you then?”
“How about my name? Starr? You do remember my name don’t you? Do you even remember your own name?”
“Yes, it’s Darrel.”
“Do you think it’s illegal to have sex with people who are mentally challenged?”
He squinted his eyes, the look he got when he was concentrating real hard. “Yeah, I think it is. My first cousin on my Daddy’s side went to prison for that.”
“God, I was kidding. That’s disgusting. Let’s hurry up and do this before that bastard gets home.”
“Who?”
“My step-dad.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Put that condom on,” I said.
He fumbled with the wrapper for a while and I was about to snatch it out of his hands when he finally got it open, then rolled it down over his pecker.
“Good job,” I said, climbing down off the bed. I cleared a spot out on the floor amongst all the clothes and other random crap. My step-dad was right it was a sty. Even an asshole could be right every now and then. I got down on all fours arching my back sticking my ass out as far as I could, the carpet rough on my knees and elbows. “Ok,” I said. “Let’s see what you got.” I’d learned this position from all the porn I watched. There was something about him taking me from behind, almost like animals, that turned me on.
He poked one of those long skinny fingers of his between my wet folds, sliding it all the way in. “Damn you’re wet.”
“Yep. Let’s go champ. We don’t have all day.” I was screwed if one of my parents came home.
He guided his cock into me and sighed once it was all the way in.
I felt a little sorry for him with how small it was. Even at this angle there wasn’t much to it. And I’d thought my first time would hurt but I could barely even feel it. “Mmm, yeah fuck me hard with that huge dick,” I said trying to get into it.
His hands came up, gripping my protruding hip bones, and he started humping me hard, putting his weight into it, a loud smack rang out each time his thighs hit my ass.
“Mmmm. Yes. Just like that. Fuck me hard.” My tits flopped back and forth wildly and I propped myself onto one forearm and reached down to work my clit. “Pull my hair,” I said.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked, snapping my head back, still fucking me as hard as he could.
I moaned, an orgasm starting to build while I rubbed the sensitive place above my cunt.
Then the door swung open and I immediately knew I was fucked. I was staring straight at my step-dad’s dirty boots. Shit.
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