Taken

in

Front

of

My

Boyfriend

By

Kyra Keeley

***

This is a work of fiction that

contains adult situations between
fictional characters, who are consenting
adults, and not related by blood. All
semblances to persons or places, living
or dead, are entirely coincidental.

In the entry way of Mark’s house,

we kiss firmly, mouths open, and tongues
intertwined. I break our embrace and try
to wriggle away from him.

“Beth, we have to.” Mark says as

he paws at my body like an untrained
puppy.

“I don’t know if I’m ready,” I

reply.

And it’s true.
Mark and I have spent a lot of

time waiting for a chance that we could
be together, alone, away from our strict
parents. I was at one point really looking
forward to it. But things have changed . .
.

Mark and I have been together

for a long stretch, almost two years now.
For two eighteen year olds, that has to
be like, at least a decade in adult years.

For most of that time, we have

been forbidden to see each other. We
have passed notes in school and sent a
few emails that were checked in secrecy,
before promptly being erased.

I guess it was our own stupid

fault.

Not long after we got together

two summers ago, we were swimming in
Mark’s family’s pool. At the time, I was
surprised they had even let us be
together with so few clothes on at the
same time our hormones were raging.

When we thought his stepdad would not
be back out for a while, we set on the
edge of the pool and started to kiss each
other. Mark got carried away, and
started grabbing my breasts. Before I
could stop him, his stepdad walked out
and caught us.

He was pissed! He told me I was

a “slut” and that I had provoked Mark.
We were told that I would become
pregnant. Then we would have to drop
out of school. This would inevitably
force Mark to work at a gas station in
order to support our illegitimate child.
After he shamed us, I was sent home
immediately, and my parents were told
what we had done.

And that was just the beginning.
What made matters much worse

was Mark’s stepfather, or Mr. Landon,
was a teacher at our school. He made
sure that we were not ever in the same
classes. We were both watched over
24/7. I felt like every teacher was a spy
who reported Mark and I’s every move
to his dad. We were so scared that we
didn’t even look at each other in the
hallways.

The worst was that I even had

several history classes with Mr. Landon.
He was awfully rough on me in class
and I had to give 150% to get B+’s,
which were the lowest grades of my
entire life.

Even worse, was he would make

me uncomfortable all the time in class. If
I had any exposed flesh whatsoever,
whether it was a knee or an elbow, Mr.
Landon would stare at me with absolute
scorn. I felt like I had to wear a snowsuit
to school year round. Never hesitating to
make me the bad example, he would
draw the class’s attention to my every
mistake, no matter how miniscule.

The first few classes I had with

him I would go home crying begging to
switch schools.

After a while though, I got use to

the abuse.

My thoughts on Mr. Landon even

kind of changed, developing what, I

guess could be called a crush. I decided
that he was kind of handsome in that
grown up movie star way. Unlike Mark,
Mr. Landon had width to his frame, a
square jaw covered with a bluish black
stubble, and piecing blue eyes. I liked
how stern he was with me. He seemed to
expect super human feats from me, and
knew that I would not back down. He
became, in my mind, exactly what a man
should be.

Eventually, I went as far as to

purposefully garner his wrath. I would
mispronounce words just so I could get
his attention. Then, I started dressing
more scantily than I would have ever
even imagined doing so if I were not

trying to get Mr. Landon’s stern blue
eyes to look over my young innocent
flesh. I think if he wanted to, he could
have easily seen my panties while he
stared out into the class.

So, right now, I’m in this

predicament of having Mark, who I like,
but don’t really feel like he is the man
for me.

“What do you mean: You’re not

ready?” Mark questions me like I’m
neglecting him from getting a cookie that
he thinks he deserves.

“I don’t know. It’s been a long

time and I feel like we should start back
at getting to know each other.”

“—but, I’ve saved myself for

you, Beth” Mark spews while he
ruthlessly grabs at my ass.

“What if we don’t do

everything?”

“Are you kidding me?”
“Mark, don’t be mad.”
“I could have been with all kinds

of other girls, but I chose you, Beth.
C’mon, pleeeaasse. You know how much
internet porn I’ve had to watch?”

“Gross! Don’t tell me that.”
Mark’s entitlement makes my

thighs clamp together like impenetrable
steel. I’m more than willing to do some
things with Mark, but right now I cannot
imagine losing my virginity to him.

Not now.

Not like this.
I quell my anger and bat my doe

eyes at Mark. Even though I lack
experience, I’m pretty sure that I can
take care of Mark quickly, and be out of
here long before Mr. Landon gets home.
The way I see it, I could be home eating
dinner in less than two hours with my
parents being none the wiser.

“Okay. Okay. How about I do a

strip tease . . . then . . . while I’m naked,
I go down on you.” I smile from ear to
ear delighted by my own suggestion.

“Well, I guess that sounds like it

could be alright.” Mark is hiding his
excitement. Despite his lack of verbal
enthusiasm, he beams from ear to ear

and the front of his pants has started to
tighten outlining his hard cock

“Trust me, it’s going to be better

than alright.”

I feel a little of Mark and I’s

spark come back as I sashay into his
family living room. As I walk, I
seductively raise the back of the short
skirt that I bought specifically for today.
I pull it all the way up to where my
upper thigh meets the round curve of my
ass. Then, a little further to show Mark
my thong panties. This is my first pair
ever. When I put them on this morning I
got wet at the thought of Mark seeing me
in them. Now, that wetness is coming
back.

“Shit Mary, you are so fucking

hot.”

“Oh, yeah.”
“I’m so hard right now.” My face

flushes a deep red hue when talks about
his arousal.

“Why don’t you put on some

music? Something sexy with a beat.
Then, you can show me how hard you
are.”

“Yeah, yeah . . . Let me see.”

Mark rushes over to his father’s
elaborate looking stereo and fumbles to
plug his cell phone into a cord running
out from behind it. “Here we go—this is
perfect!” He rubs his hands together
right before a sensual bass line floats out

in to Mark’s family room.

“Oh, I like it,” I say moving my

hips back and forth.

“This is going to be

unforgettable.” Mark practically runs
over to the debonair brown leather sofa
positioned in the middle of the room.
Mark tears his clothes off like it is a
race. Within seconds, he sits on the
couch, legs apart, completely nude. His
cock is already hard pulsating with each
heartbeat.

“So, you are sure that your dad is

not going to come home?” I say while
toying with the top button of my blouse.

“Oh no. This is his busiest time.

Right when we get out of school for the

summer, he puts in a week of extra long
days.”

“I see. I would loathe to get

caught. He really hates me. I would hate
to see what he would do to me.”

I’ve never seen a boy in the nude

in real life. Mark catches me staring at
the marvel between his legs.

“I’ve always told you give me a

boner, Mary, you want to touch it?”

I certainly do, but I tell him, “Not

yet, but you can though. I would like to
see how jerk off to me.” I’m slightly
surprised when he doesn’t hesitate.
Mark starts working his shaft from top to
bottom while he looks my nubile flesh
up and down. “I guess you need some

inspiration then.” Mark nods gently with
his mouth agape.

I start to do my best

impersonation of how a stripper does
her thing just a foot away from Mark. I
bite my bottom lip as I start to unbutton
my blouse, very slowly, one button after
the other, until the sides of my shirt fall
open revealing my lacy push up bra. I
throw caution to the wind, letting the
gauzy fabric fall from my shoulders to
the ground. I pose demurely, my heart
beating so hard it nearly pushes my
breast out of my bra.

I do a half twirl so that my ass is

facing Mark. I start to swivel my hips.
Each time I dip a little lower, until I feel

my skirt crawl up the back of my thighs.
I get super turned on knowing that the
little triangle of fabric is the only things
hiding my wet pussy from Mark’s
probing eyes.

Still turned around, I unfasten the

hook at the waist of my skirt. I stand up,
wiggle, and it falls to the floor around
my high heels. I take two steps over,
until I’m out of my skirt, standing next to
it.

I turn around to let Mark watch

me explore my body hidden only by my
tiny matching bra and panty set. I let me
hands slide up my naked back to undo
the clasp of my bra. I catch it before it
falls away, but only after I cover my firm

tits, before I let it fall to the floor. I tease
Mark for just a second longer before
finally showing him my high natural
breast. I’ve always been proud of them
and it feels good to show them off.

“They are every bit as perfect as

I imagined,” Mark tells me while
stroking himself faster to the new
attraction. I squeeze my nipples to make
them hard.

Turning around one last time, I

ease my panties down my apple ass.
They stick to my wet pussy leaving a
dark patch of excitement in the crotch.
My round ass pops out over the elastic.

I bend over, all the way, until my

hands are flat on the ground, and

everything is upside down. I shake my
ass, showing Marking parts of me I’m
pretty sure not even I’ve seen. I look at
Mark. I feel my pussy lips separate and
widen, to reveal my inner pink flesh.

“Beth, your pussy is dripping

wet.”

Overcome with embarrassment, I

start cracking up. I stand back up,
collapsing my naked body next to
Mark’s.

“That was hot,” Mark says. He

reaches out with his free hand and grabs
one of breast, squeezing it before
pushing it high.

“It was silly, but you seemed to

enjoy it. Look at you. You are so big.” I

say this, even though, compared to the
internet porn I’ve seen he looks
miniscule.

“Maybe you should get a little

closer.” Mark grabs my shoulder, pushes
gently, and I slide dutifully to my knees
in front of him.

Mark lets loose of his cock,

leaving it to sway mere inches from my
face. I replace his hand with mine. I hold
it for just a second to study its girth and
warmth.

“Wow,” I murmur, before easing

my grip all the way up his shaft until I
reach the tip that exudes a bead of
liquid. Mark’s whole body quivers.

I move my face closer to my

hand that jerks Mark. I open my mouth
just far enough to stick out my pink wet
tongue. I start licking him gently at the
base before lightly trailing up to his
pulsating head.

“Beth, you’re torturing me. Put

me in your mouth.”

I do just that, opening my jaw

wide, I put the head of his cock inside
the warm velvet of my mouth. I proceed
to lower my head until he is half way in
my mouth. His cock reaches the back of
my throat faster than I thought causing me
to gag a little before coming up for air.

“Mm, are you sure you’ve never

done that before?”

“You’re my first, Mark.”

Unable to do without my mouth,

Mark grabs a handful of my hair and
presses my mouth back over his cock.
His assertiveness make me gush between
my legs. I reward him by picking up my
pace. I slide his slippery cock in and out
of my mouth. He tenses up and grips the
leather couch tightly, creating light marks
with the digging of his fingernails.

“Fuck, Beth, you have to stop,”

Mark says, now using my hair to pull my
mouth away from his cock.

“Why, Marky?” I make my eyes

as wide and innocent as possible, but
continue milking his throbbing cock.

‘Oh . . . I’m . . . so close . . .

please,” Mark pleads on the precipice of

coming. He twist on the couch in an
attempt to escape my piston hand.

I knew this would be easy.
He cannot hold back any longer.

Mark picks me up off my knees so he can
toss me gently on the couch. Positioning
himself above my chest, he feverishly
strokes his hard-on. I throw my head
back letting my mouth fall slightly open.
I use my hands to squeeze my breast,
providing a target for Mark.

“Uhhh . . .” Mark unleashes a

strangulated grunt. Then it happens. The
tip of his cock shoots out hot white fluid
that splatters on my chest. I moan in
delight at being Mark’s object of desire.
Disappointingly, he doesn’t come as

much as I thought he would, this being
our first time together sexually. Maybe
he masturbates too much.

His body shivers one last time

before he collapses into the sticky come
dotting my chest. He kisses me deeply,
then, makes a feeble effort to sink his
half hard cock into my admittedly
soaking pussy. I deny him by scooting
away, not wanting to have sex with him
yet, or get pregnant.

To our surprise, with the music

stopped, we hear the garage door go up.

Our hearts virtually stop in

dread. After a flash of a second we bolt
upright.

“Shit!” I exclaim.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Put your

clothes on . . .” Mark shoots around the
room gathering up all of my clothes,
throwing them at me like they were fast
balls.

“I’m trying.”
Now, we hear the garage door

close over the rustle of our clothes
hastily being put on.

“What are we going to say?” I

whisper-shout in a panic now wearing
just my skirt and blouse. I shove my bra
deep in the couch.

As the kitchen door opens, I

awkwardly dance into my underwear.

Mark has managed to get all of

his clothes on, sans shoes and socks, but

his cock still juts out obscenely against
his jeans.

We give each other a split

second once over. My shirt doesn’t
cover up the wet drops on my chest, and
Mark signals for me to wipe it off. I try,
but can still feel it there.

Mark crashes onto the couch

sitting in a casual, but highly suspect
manner. Mark quietly uses his hands to
try to shoe me out the front door before
Mr. Landon throw his keys down and
make his way into the room.

It almost works, but I don’t make

it.

“Stop right there.”
I freeze at the familiar sound of

Mr. Landon’s deep steely resonant
voice. I take a deep breath, shut my eyes,
hoping that I could just vanish entirely.

“Beth, is that you?”
“Yes,” I croak out past the

growing lump in my throat.

“Mark, you mind telling me what

Beth is doing here.”

“She was just leaving . . .”
“That’s not my question, Mark.

Big surprise you’re a straight C student.
I’ll ask again: Why is Beth here?”

“We just . . . we’re in love . . . I

thought you wouldn’t be home.”

“I even called—twice.”
“Shit.” Mark eyes his phone

across the room plugged into the stereo

that had been drowned out by the loud
music.

I take this opportunity to try to

sneak out.

“Shut that door, whore.”
The word cuts like a knife.
I do as I’m told.
I turn around, looking at the

floor, I timidly tell Mr. Landon, “I’m not
a whore and I don’t have to take your
abuse anymore.”

“Oh yeah, guess which classes

final third semester grades I’ve yet to
turn in.”

“You wouldn’t.” My bottom lip

quivers.

“Don’t try me, whore.” He

sneers the last word, enunciating each
letter, making me queasy. “Now, sit
down. We are going to get to the bottom
of what happened here this afternoon
while I was out making money to pay for
this dummy Mark’s college education.
Shit, I will probably have to grease a
palm for them to even let his dumbass
in.”

I walk over to the couch holding

my arm tightly over my breast that are
only hidden behind the thin fabric of my
shirt. I sit next to Mark, probably too
close, and cower in his shadow. I hope
that I get off with a little huffing and
puffing from Mr. Landon before he sends
me back home.

“We’re sorry.” A tear falls from

my eye and lands on my skirt, a skirt I
wish I magically could make longer. But,
as it is, it sits halfway up my upper thigh.

“Sorry for what? You know that

is an admission of guilt, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry for coming over when

I wasn’t supposed to.”

“Go on . . .”
“I’m sorry for tempting your son.

I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You’re right. You know he is

not very smart. Obviously his dick has a
bigger brain.”

“Dad, you’re embarrassing me.”

Mark’s words quiver through his
nervous tremors.

“Shut the fuck up, Mark. I’ll deal

with you later.” Out of the corner my
eye, I see Mark crumple into a dejected
heap in the presence of his stern father.
“Now, back to you Beth. Let’s start from
the beginning. I’ll start you at an A and
the more lies you tell me the lower that
grade goes.”

I solemnly nod my head. With my

academic career at stake, I don’t know
what else to do.

“Okay, so you show up to my

house dressed like a slut to seduce my
son. How many times has this happened
before?”

“Never, I promise.”
“Okay, we’ll say that’s the truth.

Then, exactly what did happened
today?” Mr. Landon walks back and
forth across the room in the same way he
does in class.

I’m petrified. I look at Mark for

some guidance on how much, or little, to
tell his dad, but he seems to have
withdrawn into some entirely different
place.

“I came over because Mark said

you would not be home. I do love your
son, and it has been so hard not being
able to even look at him. We wanted to
see each other, that’s all.”

“Understand, that anyone with

the capability of seeing would not
believe that. An A- suits you well right

now little lady.”

“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.”

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.

***

Published by Seductive Shivers

Copyright 2014

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