by Katie Ford
“Fuck,” I rasp, pulling out before sliding back in. “I’m a fucking monster and you took me all the way on our first time. You know what that means, sweetheart? It means that you’re a slut, a little whore who loves dick.”
She moans again, my dirty words turning her on.
“Yes, I’m a whore,” she pants deliriously. “Yes, I love dick. I love your dick, Trent, give it to me!”
And within minutes, we’re going at a frenzied pace. I’m slamming into that tight cunt, my abs and neck tense as the little girl lifts her knees to let me get in even further.
“Yes,” she moans in a frenzy. “Yes, yes! Trash my pussy! Use my body however you want!”
And her words shove me over the edge. One minute I’m Trent Lewis, fucking psycho, and the next I’m Trent Lewis, fucking psycho who’s also over the moon. Because the creaminess that’s Janie is irresistible and I let go then, dick twitching and spasming as it jets hot lashes of jism into her interior.
“Unnnh!” she cries out, big boobies heaving as I ejaculate again and again. “Oh unnnnh!”
And as my dick empties itself inside the beautiful girl, her pussy spasms drawing my virile semen even deeper, all I feel is a blissful sense of satisfaction. There’s no terror. There’s no guilt that I’ve corrupted a good girl right under her parents’ noses. Because Janie is my woman, and despite the fact that the story’s all twisted right now … I just want more.
CHAPTER SIX
Janie
Oh my god. I can’t believe what’s been going on. Because it’s been a few months since Trent first moved into our house and we’ve been going at it like rabbits right under Vincent and Elaine’s noses. It’s kind of like an elaborate ritual. We all say our goodnights politely before going our separate ways. Vincent and Elaine upstairs into the master bed, and Trent into my childhood room. But then at around midnight or so, Trent comes creeping down into the guest suite, and that’s when the fireworks start.
Because he and I are insatiable. I can hardly believe that the man was once drawn out and morose because he’s a beast now. He ravages my curves, coming again and again into me, the sticky seed making me mewl with pleasure. And I love it. I’ve learned so much from him, every lesson opening new vistas of hedonism and debauchery.
“Turn around,” he growled in my ear last night. As usual, Vincent and Elaine were sound asleep upstairs, both of them hooked up to their oxygen tanks. It’s not as scary as it sounds. Both my parents suffer from sleep apnea, so they have special devices that push oxygen to help ease the suffering. Plus, it ensures that they stay sound asleep, so that Trent and I can play into the wee hours of the morning knowing that no one will bother us.
“Turn over?” I giggle, flipping onto my stomach while looking coyly over one shoulder at him. “Why, what’s going on?”
“This is what’s going on,” he rasps, pushing his dick into me from behind in a slow, smooth thrust. I moan, eyes closing. It feels so good, my pussy stretched while accepting that rigid ten inch cock. How did I ever survive without this massive tool dicking me every night?
But after giving me a few more strokes, Trent pulls out, his shaft gleaming and wet.
“Now that you’ve lubed up my dick, we’re doing it a different way,” he mutters into my ear. “Easy, pretty baby. Hold still because it’s coming in your back door this time.”
I couldn’t help but squinch my eyes shut, automatically tensing. It’s hard, even though I know it’s coming. After all, in the last two weeks or so, Trent’s been prepping me for this.
“Slow,” he’ll murmur into my ear. “Just feel, pretty baby.”
And as he slides in and out of my pussy, his hand often reaches around to stroke my anus, teasing the pleats to push me into an bigger orgasm. But taking a giant rod into your bottom is a different story from getting an anal massage. So I held my breath as he probed, my pleats contracting instinctively.
“Naw, sweetheart,” he rasps into my ear from behind, that big form crouched over mine. “Relax, relax,” he soothes. “It’s gonna feel good, I promise.”
And slowly, he nudges my backdoor with that wet tip.
“Unnf!” is my shocked cry as the first half inch slips in. But then my sphincter pops audibly, and he’s able to slide in halfway. “Oh!” is my terrified yet delighted squeal. “Oh oh!”
“Unnh fuck baby, you feel so good back here,” grunts Trent, trying to contain himself. “So dry and tight.”
I can tell that he’s about to come even though he’s only halfway in. Call it feminine instinct or familiarity, but I can sense his balls tensing and rising, the virile seed already beginning to gather.
And with another thrust of his hips, Trent’s in my backdoor all the way. Fuck, it feels good! My ass is getting stretched by a giant anaconda and evidently, it’s too much because at that moment, his dick begins to jerk and twitch.
“Fuck!” the man cries out. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
Oh god. It’s not every day that you open your bottom for a man, only to have him ejaculate within two seconds. I take it as a compliment and wiggle my hips a little as he pulses.
“Give it to me, big guy,” is my breathy coo. “Use my anus for your pleasure.”
He pumps even harder then, the creamy white filling my ass.
“Fuck,” he growls again, almost unable to breathe. “Aw fuck your butt is good. You’re such a little butt slut, aren’t you?”
I don’t even know what to say as my pussy pulses in pleasure, snapping and clamping although there’s nothing inside. The ring of my ass tighten around him, squeezing that fuckrod so tight that Trent gasps again, practically keeling over.
“Shit,” he growls, stiffening again. “Oh yeah, just like that.”
But everything has to come to an end at some point, and slowly, we spiral back to earth together, the man buried in my bottom. After heaving one last sigh and kissing my shoulder, Trent pulls out, that shaft reappearing from between my cheeks slippery and wet.
He laughs a little, dribbling a few last droplets against my creamy buttocks. I’m just about to shake my bom-bom at him for fun, when his words stop me in my tracks.
“Fuck, I love you, Janie,” comes that soft rasp. “You’re everything to me.”
The words make me go still because what is he saying? Love? Since when did that become part of the conversation? Sure, we’ve had a lot of crazy sex in the last few months but never have we talked about love. I don’t even know what to say because the declaration takes me by surprise, all air evaporating from my lungs.
Maybe Trent realizes that it’s too much too soon because he presses a kiss to the back of my neck before nuzzling my ear.
“I’m gonna get up,” he rumbles before taking a playful bite of my shoulder. “You get some beauty rest before sunrise, sweetheart. It’s graduation today, and we don’t want you over-tired sitting in the hot sun.”
And with that, Trent strides out of the room, fully nude yet absolutely unashamed. That muscular back is a sight to behold, not to mention the sculpted buttocks and tree-trunk thighs. I know and adore every inch of this male body, from the tips of his eyebrows to the drops of pearly cum that seep down my thighs every night.
But as he disappears, I flop back onto the mattress, still completely stunned. Did Trent really say that he loves me? It seems impossible. Just a few months ago, we were practically sworn enemies, with how he pushed me over in Biology. Plus, even now, we barely acknowledge each other at school. Maybe just a terse hello here and there in passing.
So yeah, nothing’s changed. Trent has re-taken his rightful place once more as king of the cool clique, with glossy girls fawning over him non-stop. Sure, people know he’s staying with me and my parents until school ends, but they don’t seem to hold it against him. Dorky Janie Martin can’t taint the high shine that is Trent Lewis.
So how can it be? Yes, the alpha male comes to me every night. Yes, he empties himself into my swollen pussy again and again, holding my curves close while whi
spering sweet nothings into my ear. But is there more than that? How can I reconcile what we do on the outside with how we behave in my room every night?
I just don’t know. On the one hand, I’m thrilled. Trent Lewis loves you! my soul screams. Hallelujah and rejoice! But on the other hand, there’s no sense in any of this. No man’s ever said “I love you” to me before. If anything, once they were done with sex, it was please leave, and close the door behind you, thank you very much. So what did Trent’s words mean?
Unable to fall asleep given that mass of confusion in my head, I hoist myself out of bed and stumble to the bathroom, the shower coming on with a loud creak. Uck. Hope that didn’t wake Mom and Dad. But once in the hot water, I just try to absorb it all once again. Because Trent loves me, yet now we’re headed our separate ways, what with graduation and college in the fall. So what comes next?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janie
Graduation is ungodly hot. I’m sitting on the lawn in my cap and gown, and it feels like the blue nylon might burst into flames spontaneously. These things have to be fire hazards because the material’s so cheap. I didn’t even buy mine. I rented the outfit from the temporary shop they set up in the cafeteria.
Slowly, I crane my head to look around the field. It’s a sizzling day, and the air seems to waver in front of my eyes. Graduates sit in the front, facing the stage, and then parents, sibling and friends are behind in the cheap-o white plastic chairs they’ve put out.
But even though I have a smile plastered on my face, inside everything is just confused. Thoughts whirl again and again in my head. What was it that Trent said to me in the wee hours of the morning? That he loved me? Did he mean it? Maybe the alpha was just caught up in the moment and blurted something that he now regrets.
Stop it, the voice in my head speaks firmly. You’re always undercutting yourself, Janie. You are your own worst enemy, and not someone else. Why wouldn’t he love you? Why do you doubt it?
So I straighten my shoulders and turn to sit in my seat properly, facing forwards like an expectant graduate. They’ve already finished with the speeches and people are being called on-stage to collect their diplomas. Besides, the voice in my head is right. I am loveable. I am sexy and desirable, and Trent Lewis is the first man who’s made me feel that way. It shouldn’t come as a shock because I’ve been undermining myself this entire time, and need to work on my confidence.
So I smile to myself, cocking my head a little as my classmates parade on stage to cheers and hollers, waving vigorously at their friends and family.
“Group three,” hisses Clarissa, the secretary from the front office. “Stand and follow me.”
The next two rows of graduates, myself included, rise and begin to file to the front. Sure enough, there’s Trent up ahead, so tall and commanding. That white grin flashes, a reminder of the cocky football player he once was.
You’ll miss him, won’t you? the voice in my head speaks again. Not just for the nightly sex sessions, but because you know each other now, from the depression he suffered as a part of the accident, to the trouble you have with your self-esteem.
I swallow then because it’s true. In the last few months, the alpha male and I have grown close, so close that I feel I can see the inside of his soul sometimes. And vice versa. I think Trent knows the contours of my personality, all my foibles and weird hang-ups, so well now that it’s like we’re an old married couple. Except, we’re actually two teens going at it night after night, enjoying each other’s bodies as my parents snooze upstairs.
And for a moment, his head turns just a fraction, meeting my eyes. Heat flares in the space between us. I freeze, unable to move, my heart beating rapidly. But then the moment’s gone as Trent turns forward again because they’re calling his name.
“Now ladies and gentlemen, let’s give a special round of applause for Mr. Lewis,” announces the dean in a solemn voice, breaking from form. “As you all know, Karen and Bob Lewis were treasured members of the Sunnyside High community, acting as boosters for the football team and generous contributors to the library fund. Trent lost them both earlier this year, but son, you have made us proud in the face of incredible odds. By persevering in the face of daunting odds, Sunnyside captured the State Championship this year, which hasn’t been done since the 1980’s!” Dean Kressler bellows. “Let’s give a special round of applause to Trent Jacob Lewis, Class of 2018!”
And the field erupts with cheers and applause because that’s just who my lover is. People adore the handsome man with bright blue eyes and wave of black hair falling over one eye. Every woman over the age of eighteen is eyeing that massive form as he bounds up the stairs, shaking hands with Dean Kressler before striding across the stage with that cocky grin. Some jocks take up a chant then.
“Trent, you da man!” they bellow. “You da, you da, you da MAN!”
Of course, the rest of the ceremony is nothing compared to what just happened. When my own name is called out just a few minutes later, there’s polite applause as “Janie Rose Martin” is announced. But I smile cheerily and wave towards the audience, trying to spy my mom and dad. Of course, the only thing I see is Trent’s broad shoulders already back in the grass seating area. Even as a girl tries to talk to him, one side of his lips quirks into a smile and he salutes me, never taking his eyes away from mine.
My heart beats like a butterfly in my chest because suddenly, I know what I have to do. This morning’s words weren’t the utterings of some dumb teenage boy trying to get into my pants. The alpha wasn’t just saying “I love you” in the hopes that it’d make my panties slither off that much faster. In fact, the opposite. My panties were already long gone. Many times after my nightly shower, I don’t even put them on anymore, merely stepping into bed with the sheets sliding against my smooth skin before he appears.
So somehow I know, deep inside, that the handsome man loves me. And as I stare into those bright blue eyes at this moment, my heart leaps, our souls connecting across the expanse. This is the man for me, and I need to tell him that I love him too because he deserves to hear it. No one likes to say “I love you,” only to be faced with silence from the other side. So I’m going to complete the circle and reciprocate with my heart in my hands, offering the best of me to this compelling man.
Of course, we’re going our separate ways come fall, Trent to State and me to a liberal arts college nearby. But we’ll work it out somehow. With the depths of our feeling for one another, a long-distance relationship is nothing. After everything that’s happened, I know that the sixty miles or so is only a small hurdle along the road.
So after the ceremony ends, I keep an eye on the big man. There’s no sense in leaping into his arms and shouting out the words, although that’s in fact what I want to do. Instead, I need to find the right place and right time to utter my “I love you” where the words will drop like song from my lips, enveloped and caressed by his soul in turn. So I watch with a gentle smile as Trent makes his way over to my parents, shaking Vincent’s hand while Elaine beams.
“Good job,” I can almost hear my dad saying. “Congratulations, son.”
“We’re so proud of you,” burbles Elaine with a wide smile. They almost sound like delighted parents, but I guess it makes sense since Trent has been staying with us for months now. I pick my way over, careful not to let my heels sink too deeply into the semi-damp grass until I’m standing within the golden circle of my family.
“Oh honey,” says my mom, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “You were wonderful up there. I’m so proud of you.” Of course, I did nothing except walk across the stage and shake Dean Kressler’s hand, but I smile broadly.
“Thanks,” is my gentle murmur, stealing a short glance at Trent. “Congratulations to you, too.”
He’s just about to say something when my dad claps him on the back.
“So are we ready for the big reveal? Today’s the big day,” he chortles, “and I don’t think I can keep the secret to myself anymore.”
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I shrug while smiling at my handsome lover again.
“Why, what is it?” I ask. “Can’t wait to hear. Wait, are you guys all in this except me?” are my slightly puzzled words. “What’s going on?”
Elaine’s so happy that there her eyes are shiny and bright.
“Oh honey,” she burbles. “We only just found out last night, and wanted to tell you except you know how Daddy always falls asleep during the nightly news cast when we watch in bed,” she says, casting a rueful look at my dad. “So we didn’t get a chance, and then everyone was so busy this morning getting ready for the graduation ceremony.”
I pin all three of them with a look, my hands sassily perched on my hips.
“Okay, what is it?” I say in a teasing voice. “Is it that we’re going to Waffle Farm to celebrate? You know how I wanted to go there, except it wasn’t ‘nice’ enough for our graduation lunch,” I say with a mock frown. Because Waffle Farm has the most delicious triple-stack pancakes with real maple-butter syrup. That’s syrup that tastes both like maple and butter. What could be better? Today was our day to celebrate, and I wanted to rejoice with a mouthful of the good stuff.
But Trent shakes his head then, interrupting.
“No, I mean yes,” he says, stumbling over the words. This, in and of itself, is strange because usually he’s so sure of himself. “It’s not what you think, Janie,” he says quickly, those blue eyes pleading with me a little. “Just hear us out.”
Now warning bells are going off in my head and I mock frown at them, hands still on my wide hips.
“What is going on here?” I demand. “That maple butter syrup is calling my name, so it better be good.”
My dad chortles again, his big belly shaking.
“What’s going on is that Trent got a fifty percent scholarship to go to State,” he almost bellows, clapping my lover on his back. “Good job son!”
