Decisions. Ch.1 The beginning
Hey everyone this is my first story I’ve ever written. A few things before you read: I’m not doing this as a hobby but more as a spur of the moment thing.
I always sucked at writing. That is why in my real job I have someone to proofread this shit but I doubt they would look over this, haha.
Second, I only write what I would like to read. You are free to comment on your ideas and such but don’t expect me to write something that you would enjoy.
The idea of this story came to be by combining a lot of Rps I’ve had with people in chat.
And a fair warning: this is not for everyone. The very idea could make you sick but this will get even worse. You have been warned!
———-
The Bully
It all started on a normal day. Luis Lyons, 18, is in his last year of high school. He walks down the busy hallway. “Walks” may not be the right word – he is jogging.
Ever since a certain someone moved into the neighborhood, and even worse attends the same high school as him, Luis’s life has been hell. He was never popular or one of the cool kids but he never gave others a reason to bother with him. But with Dave it is different. For some reason Dave hates Luis with a passion.
Dave is 6 feet, white, strong, and handsome. Every woman wants to be with him and every other guy wants to be like him.
Luis is on his way to the cafeteria to meet with Maria. She is the same age as Luis and they both knew each forever. They grew up together, played together, went on their first dates with each other, and had their first time with another. They know each other’s thoughts and desires. They are in love.
Aside from his mother, Katarina, Maria is the only thing that makes his life bearable.
As he makes his way through the crowded hallway he sees Dave. But luck is on his side because he is talking to his bimbo twin sister. Luis tries to recall her name. Is it, Danni? She is a head shorter than her brother but still fucking tall. She has platinum blond hair and a face that I bet never saw light since it’s full of makeup. She is presenting her body in a skirt and white shirt; her big balloon tits are sticking out and her ass is falling out.
Luis does know one thing about her for sure, and that is that she is a bitch in every sense of the word. She flirts, teases, and even spreads to get what she wants. But not only that, as mean as her brother is both with physical and emotional harm, she matches him just as much on the latter.
Rumor has it that Danni bullied a fellow student so badly that she jumped into traffic. But no one could prove it.
Luis put his hood above his head and keeps it down to try to move past them before they spot him.
———-
Dave Landis
I was talking to my sister Danni about her favor. She wants me to accompany her to some tattoo studio across town. Of course I play hard to get, but she knows what to do to convince me and how to use her assets.
She is just about to bend over to reveal some of her tits when she looks to the side, gives me her beautiful smirk, and says to me, “Oh brother! You will take me downtown because look who is trying to hide from you! Luis the loser!”
Her hands linger on my chest a moment longer than needed before she makes me turn. I see my target and smile. Without looking back I thank my sister and move in for the kill.
Just as I’ve taken my first step my sister asks, “So we have a deal?”
I turn to show her my smile and just nod as I quietly make my way behind loser Luis.
It’s just like being in a candy store: so many options but what to pick? What do I want?
Humiliation? I mean, yeah, but I get that anyway. Seeing him in pain? Always fun, but how to do it…
I smirk. He thinks he got by me undetected so how about I shatter his illusion?
Without warning or giving him a chance to beg, I grab his shoulder and twist him around. My fist was already flying when his face came to view; his eyes not filled with fear but just surprise and shock.
My fist connects dead center on his right eye. Loser Luis didn’t even get a scream out; his head just snaps back and he falls to the ground. I allow a moment of satisfaction before fading into the crowd of people.
Some people saw me. Of course they did, but they should know better and those who don’t will learn, to be honest. I don’t do this to just anyone, but still people are scared that they could be next.
Knowing that and seeing loser Luis on the floor makes me feel good, really good.
But as lucky as I am, stuff like this will get someone’s attention. As I make my way towards my next class with a smile on my face and nursing my hand like a puppy, I get an invitation you never want to receive.
Over the P.A. I hear, “Dave Landis, please make your way to the vice principal’s office immediately!”
I let out a loud “Fuck” as I turn heels and make my way towards V.P. Housten’s office. The old fool! I just know he is going to contact my mom. I curse again because she’s the one person I can’t deal with.
I’ve never been called here in the last six months I’ve been here. All the other times I was called out I was let go with a slap on my wrist or less. I’ve got to say the teachers in this school are pretty lazy, which works for me.
I peek into the office only to realize it was a waiting room, so I look at the secretary. She is busy with some paperwork and does not notice me.
I give her a look over. She looks to be in her mid 30s; not bad looking but not a knockout either.
She is white, has light brown hair, and looks to not have slept in days. The thing that she has going for are her tits. Even in that ugly ass business blouse and jacket they look massive!
I put my smirk away and put on my best, gentleman-like smile. I knock on the open door and say, “So sorry for the interruption, is V.P. Housten in?” I walk towards her desk, see what a mess it is, and give her my most sympathetic look.
She gives me a small but honest smile. “Housten? I think you are a little late to speak to him.” She lets out a small laugh, “Maybe V.P. Harries can help, but she is pretty busy at the moment. On top of that she has to deal with some trouble maker that beat up another student, can you believe that?” she asks shaking her head but maintaining eye contact.
My brain shifts into fixed gear. This is a golden opportunity. I can play it a couple of ways: the physical way – trying to convince her the weak should be treated like this, or the charming way – trying to tell her it was all just stupid excitement and play it off.
Or try the “it was his fault” card. I look down, take a short breath, and say in a quiet tone, “What would you have done when someone you don’t even know calls my sister a whore and my mom a failure?” I give her a hurt puppy look even though I’m not very good at it. Danni is the queen in shit like that.
And as soon as I look back up I knew I had her. Her expression is a mix of shock, sympathy, and even understanding.
For the next couple of minutes she listens to my made-up story about how hard it was for my family to move into a new town, go to a new school, and having to deal with such a prick as loser Luis.
After that she tells me some things about herself. Her name is Ms. Hannover but I can call her Andrea. She started almost at the same time as V.P. Harries and it seems the two of them are friends.
She shows me pictures of her newborn and says she is a proud mother with 34 years of age. The only things in my mind are: a) explains the huge tits, and b) she does not wear a wedding ring or speak about any kind of partner.
We talk some more. I’m not flirting but I’m charming. That’s when the phone on her desk rings. She picks it up. “Hey Sandra… oops, I mean V.P. Harries.”
She gives me a small smile which I return.
“The files? OH! Sorry! No I haven’t got around to working on them yet…. Has student Landis arrived?” She looks up to me and I give her a sad little nod. She gives a sympathetic look and says, “Yes he is here… Yes I will let him know,” and then she hangs up.
She stands up, walks around her desk, and goes to the office door. I follow her. I’m working on my game plan but I can’t help to check out the full package. She has a few pounds too much, she is off the average height, but has wide hips and a nice big ass. I’m not sure if it’s from the pregnancy or that’s just how she is built. My gaze lowers to her legs; they look smooth and long.
I notice that those legs aren’t walking anymore and look back up and see that I’m busted. But I can’t read her face. Either she is embarrassed, and disgusted, or maybe she is flattered?
We stare at each other for a couple of seconds that feel like minutes. She grabs the doorknob, but before she opens the door she looks at me and says, “Just tell her what you told me.” She smiles but does not look me in the eyes, opens the door, and tells V.P. Harries that I’m here before leaving.
———-
The V.P.
V.P. Harries is not what I expected. She is standing next to her desk reading a file.
She is short, maybe 5’3″, but damn does she have curves! She has even bigger jugs than Ms. Hannover, hips that just beg to be grabbed, and an ass that deserves to be on a pedestal.
Her white blouse is fighting to keep those puppies contained, but I would say her navy blue skirt has a harder fight. All that combined with her dark ebony skin makes her extremely attractive. The best way to describe her body would be to call her a BBW.
Unlike Ms. Hannover, she does not notice me checking her out. She is still reading her file.
Her hair is short and curly. She is wearing thin reading glasses and her thick lips are moving slightly.
I stand there unmoving by both her beauty and something else; maybe it’s her. I feel something from her, some sort of natural dominance which both repulses me and at the same time draws me in.
Harries lightly throws the file on her desk, sighs, takes off her glasses, and looks at me. “You see this,” she says pointing at her full desk, “that’s the work I have to concentrate on.”
I look at her not sure if I should say something.
She looks at me again. “That will take me days, and I don’t mean workdays I’m talking full 24 hours. So tell me why I have to reprimand a student who I’ve never heard of before that has next to nothing negative in his file, and is one of the best students in this school, for knocking out another straight-A student?”
I’m excited! This moment, her, this whole thing is so fucking exciting! I go through my options again. Charm won’t work for dick on a woman like that, neither will the alpha male card, so I try the same story as with Ms. Hannover.
But it does not have the same effect on her because her comment is quite clear. “Bullshit!” I look at her with wide eyes reading her response when she holds up her hand. “There will be no more situations like this,” she says in a firm and strong voice but she isn’t finished, “on this property. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” She makes eye contact to bring her point across.
I have to admit it takes me a moment to realize what she just told me, but I need to know for sure so I ask, “What you’re saying is that the NEXT time Luis gets beaten it should be off the school property?”
The V.P. does not look at me and just keeps reading another file. But she nods. I try to hide my smile but it’s pretty difficult.
V.P. Harris continues, “I expect you to apologize to Mr. Lyons, and as punishment you will be expected to add an extra hour to each Friday for the next two months to work on these files,” she gestures towards the mountain of old files, “and digitize them and….” The conversation is cut short when her phone rings.
She picks it up. “V.P. Harries speaking… Ms. Hannover……. Lydia got sick?… No, no, I understand you need to take care of your son. Did you manage to copy the files?” The answer must have been no because the hand in which she held the phone was shaking. From the look on her face it s not from exhaustion but anger.
They say their goodbyes and V.P. Harries slams the phone down. I just sit back and watch, which she realizes and speaks again. “I’m sorry Mr. Landis, that was very unprofessional. You can go now.”
I get up and walk toward the door with no intention of leaving. I turn around and say, “Hey, I know it’s none of my business but… is everything okay?”
She looks like she is about to tell me to get lost, but instead lets out a big sigh. “It’s just all a bit too much! Ms. Hannover and I share the same babysitter and, as you heard, is now sick. So I can’t stay longer and work on these files. On top of that I will not only take this work home but hers as well, which from what she told me is almost all of it!”
I listen to her situation and think that I could try to make a play here but this could go to hell real quick, so I try and play it smart.
“Ms. Hannover is a nice lady, but if she is not good at her job why not hire someone who is?” Before Harries can answer I add a little humble pie on top. “I’m sorry if I overstep a certain line here,” I say holding my hands up.
She looks at me for a second and says, “Ms. Hannover and I met during antenatal for single mothers, or soon to be anyways. She needed a job so I got her a job as my secretary.” She looks to the side. “She just needs to get used to the work.”
I bite my inner cheek because I’m I going to ask such a stupid thing. “I know this seems very unorthodox, but if you would entertain the idea I would not mind coming over and helping you with your work. I’m a quick reader and I’m very good with my fingers…. on a keyboard.”
Just like it was before I can see her mind working a million miles an hour. After a full minute she nods her head. “You are right. It is very unorthodox and unprofessional but on the other side very forthcoming from you, so I accept your offer.” She writes down her address and the time I should arrive, close after dinner time, and with that I leave her office.
As I walk in the empty hallway I go near the nurse’s station with zero intention of going in when I see her. She is tall, about 5’11”, about 150 lbs, long black hair with purple strands, her skin is pale, she has some goth makeup on, black eye shadow, and deep purple lipstick.
She is dressed in a black, ripped shirt, a skirt that looks like those kilts, and some white and black striped stockings.
She looks like the kind of gal your mother would hate and your dad would want to bang.
Neither her skirt nor shirt do a good job to contain her moneymakers. As I am about to put my charms on for the third time today and give her my best smile, I notice the glare she is giving me. She calls me a prick when she passes me but that is not it. The real kick in the nuts is when I see her entering the nurse station and overhear her asking if the loser is awake.
I grind my teeth. Oh I am so going to put the hurt on Luis. I keep walking and the rest of the school day is normal.
I’m standing outside looking for my sister when I get a text from her. “Got off early mom picked me up from work, we’re going shopping……sorry she wouldn’t wait for you, she kinda heard what you did from some bitches when she picked me up, don’t worry I will handle them” It ends with a heart and kiss.
I sigh. Great! Mom knows! I shake my head. Nothing I can do about that now. I look for my bus only to see the last bus driving off… seems like I used up all my good luck. *thunder crack* and with that it’s starting to rain. I curse and start running.
I’m about a quarter of the way home when I slip on something and fall. I get up and try to stand only to find out that I sprained my ankle. I sit back down in this fucking rain and try to check out the damage when I notice a car stopping right beside me.
———-
Ms. Lyons
“Today is a great day,” is what I think to myself. Today is my day off, I slept in, had a nice breakfast, and went on a run. I feel good.
I was just letting in a warm bath when I took a closer look at myself in the mirror.
I’m close to 5’1″, about 121 lbs, and I do not look bad for a close to 40-year-old mother. I have long, red, wavy hair and milk-like smooth skin. I do have a fit body with strong legs, a very nice perky apple butt, and an almost smooth, flat belly.
My hands travel up to my small, 22-B cup breast. Thanks to their size they are still firm and perky. My fingers touch my tiny nipples and I feel the scars in each of them. A jolt runs through my body as I recall some very old memories.
My hand travels further down and stops just below my belly button. You wouldn’t see anything at a hasty glance, but if you take a closer look you’d notice the result of tattoo removal. I turn around and look at the two similar scars on the center of my back and butt. I breathe in and out, bite my lower lip, and shake my head. I look lower and decide to shave my legs while I wait for the tub to fill.
As I’m shaving the last couple of lines I look down at my crotch. It’s not unkempt but it could do with a trim.
As I’m carefully shaving around my privates, the same jolt I felt before runs through my body and I feel myself getting wet. I look again and think to myself, “Why not go with the old look?” I put on more cream and shave everything off.
As I feel the smooth skin between my legs and I can’t ignore how wet I’ve gotten.
I look at my left hand and see the wedding ring. I turn it a couple of times and then take it off saying sorry as I do. I enter the tub, grab the shower head, move it between my legs, and turn it on.
It’s been so very long since I felt something other than my fingers. I try to think about my husband, my loving, caring Alan, but those memories get pushed away and replaced with those of my past life.
My free hand grabs my right nipple and twists it violently. I moan so loudly that it could have been heard in the whole house. Lucky for me that no one is home.
But before I can reach my long-awaited climax I can hear the phone ringing. I decide to ignore it but then I can hear Maria’s voice and what happened to my poor son.
I turn the showerhead off and sit in the tub for a couple of seconds to try to arrange my emotions.
I’m pissed and angry at that bastard who hit my son. I feel sorry and hurt for Luis, but my strongest emotion right now is frustration for not cumming!
As soon as I realize that I feel ashamed. I put my ring back on, dry myself off, and rush into my bedroom, I take the first pairs of jeans in my closet and put them on along with a red turtleneck pullover. I rush down the stairs and drive towards the high school to comfort my son.
Luis got hit right in his eye, which is now swollen shut. The school nurse said that she is fairly positive that Luis does not have a concussion.
Of course, I dote over Luis same as Maria. I count my lucky stars for her. You wouldn’t think by seeing her or even meeting her for the first time, but she looks like she would rip your head off while looking like she was just attacked by a werewolf.
But I’ve known her since she was little and she has one of the biggest hearts for those she loves. Luis could not have done better.
So I ask Luis and Maria if I should take them home but Maria just shakes her head.
“If you don’t mind I would like to take Luis home with me,” she tells me. I see her little smile and Luis blushes a little. Of course I give them my okay.
As I rush towards my car and climb in, avoiding most of the rain, I moan in frustration and hit the dashboard. I completely forgot to ask who the dumb ass was who did that to my son. I try to reach someone in the school but no one is picking up, so I shoot Maria a message not wanting to disturb their quiet time with a phone call.
On the drive home I see some poor guy running in this cold rain. If that were not enough I see him slip and fall. I had already slowed down before I see him getting up only to sit back down. Guess he got hurt.
I stop right next to him, open the passenger door, and loudly ask, “Need a lift?”
He looks up at me and I see he is pretty good to look at. I’d guess he’s in his early 20s. I know he is tall, close to six feet, and from his build I would say he is in shape.
He just looks at me. Maybe he didn’t hear me, so I ask louder and leaning more towards the door, “Hey, need a lift?”
That’s when he shakes his head and smiles. “I would love to.” He gets up and limps inside. “Thanks for getting me out of that rain,” he says shivering. “Sorry for getting your seats wet.”
I smile. What a polite young man. “No worries. So where do you need to go?”
He tells me his address and it’s in the same neighborhood.
I introduce myself as Katarina Lyons and ask for his name. But just like before he just looks at me. So I ask, “Hey, you okay? You didn’t hit your head, did you?” with a smile to show that I’m only joking.
He still just looks at me, but then smiles a really bright one, shakes his head, and says, “No, I’m Dave… Landis.”
I take my eyes off the road for a second, put out my hand, and smile. “Nice to meet you Dave Landis.”
He takes my hand, grips it a bit too hard, and shakes it.
We arrive at his place shortly afterward. We have been talking about the weather and so forth. He turns to me and thanks me again with a smile that makes me a bit weak in my knees. Then he opens the passenger door and is about to leave when I ask, “Is anybody home to have a look at that foot?”
He just looks at me and shakes his head.
Without thinking I get out of the car and walk to the door to help him up. I keep my arm around his shoulder and say with a wide smile, “Well that won’t do.”
We both get a little wetter from the short walk from the car to his house. The first thing I notice is how nice the home looks. We walk toward the sofa and I sit him down.
There is an awkward silence between us which he breaks. “Thank you again for the ride and for getting me in the house, but you have no obligation to help me further,” he tells me looking a bit flushed and with a sympathetic look. This only makes me more determined.
I shake my head and smile. “Let’s get that leg up. Hand me those pillows, would ya?”
I bend down and put his leg on some pillows on the coffee table. Then I take off his wet shoe and soaked sock. I feel around his ankle and I don’t feel anything… but for some reason I keep my hand there on him. I don’t want to let go.
After a while, he speaks and it makes me jump a little. “I think your hand needs to go a bit higher.”
Without looking up I let my hand move up.
“Higher, ” he says and so my hand goes into his pant leg. My breathing is staggered and then I hear him say, “Damn, I think it’s even higher.”
This time I look up at him and I’m surprised. He is smiling but there is something else. His eyes look like he just got the greatest gift in the world.
“Then I would say those pants are in the way,” I say smiling as I make my way up. My legs spread on his raised leg, my eyes are zeroed in on my goal, but then I see my hand, my left hand: my wedding ring.
I feel like I have turned to stone and I feel sick, but then the hand of this stranger grabs the same hand I’ve been looking at and covers my ring. “You are worried about your husband, right?”
I nod my head.
“Worried that he would find out, about what we are about to do.”
There was no question in his sentence just certainty. It takes a second but then I shake my head.
“You are not worried about him finding out?” He thinks for a moment. “Are you afraid your husband won’t be enough…?”
“NO!” I say firmly. “My husband died a couple of years back *more crying* but… this feels like I’m betraying his memory…” The waterworks are on now. “…and it feels so wrong doing this for a one-time thing.”
I’m crying now, but then I feel his body move. His legs are still pinned under me but I feel his strong arms around my back as he pulls me. It feels weird sitting on a stranger’s lap but it also feels so good to be held by this strong man.
He lets me cry and holds me. He only speaks after I’ve calmed down some. “Do you know what I think? You are a woman in the prime of her life, and you are denying yourself so much pleasure. Do you think your husband would want that?” I feel his hand patting my head and I look into his eyes. “Besides, who said it would be a one-time thing?”
He says that with such a bright grin and again that confidence, that I just laugh and he does the same.
We both look at each other and then I feel it: him pulling my head towards him. I don’t close my eyes.
Then our lips meet, but his tongue wastes no time prying my lips apart and demanding entry, which I happily give. His tongue wrestles mine into submission. His one hand is enough to keep my head in place, and I feel the arm that gave me such great comfort earlier move.
His hands grip my hair and he pulls. This make me whimper not from pain but because he stopped this wonderful experience. I look at him and he is grinning like a cat. He moves back closer but not to kiss me. I feel his hot breath on my neck when he whispers to me, “Wanna know why I was so speechless when I first saw you?”
All I can do is whimper again as he licks my ear lobe.
“It’s because these greeted me.”
I feel his free hand pinch my nipple through my pullover. First I take a quick breath from surprise, but then give out a deep growl.
He whispers to me again, “You liked that, huh? Well…” He lets go of my hair and pinches my other nipple HARD.
The noise I make is a combination of moans and painful snarls and it feels so good! We work like a well-oiled machine. While he is busy with my nipples I’m busy getting my hands around his neck and his tongue back in my mouth.
But my efforts are futile because in one moment his hands are on my nipples and the next his hands are pushing up my pullover to relieve my upper body.
“Look at these beauties!” he says and now his perfect, strong tongue is giving first my left and then my right nipple the greatest feeling. But his hands are busy as well.
They find their way onto my butt, and without any warning one hand leaves only to come back down hard. I yelp and jerk in shock only to feel his teeth digging into my left tit, preventing me from moving too much.
He is staring into my eyes and I know he sees me; not me the woman, not me the widow, not me the mom.
No, he sees what I was and am. So he spanks me, again and again, harder each time and I love it! I moan like I haven’t in so long. Then he moves to spit out my abused nipples as he grasps my ass and stands up, only to turn and drop me onto the couch.
He is towering over me, and then I can see it: the huge tent in his pants. All I can do is stare as he pushes them down to free his 8 inches and a very fat snake that he calls his dick. My mouth is watering!
Like a reflex I move forward. First I inhale his perfect sent. My hands find his balls and hold them like they are the most precious things in the world. I open my mouth a little and that is all he needs. He pushes 4 of the 8 inches down my throat, no mercy or moment to think. I gag and my hands let go of his nuts. As I gag I tried to push myself off of him to no avail.
For him it isn’t enough. He takes my head again and pushes as I gag harder. I can hear him laugh and he says, “Breathe through your nose!”
My eyes tear up as he pushes forward. With six inches in me I try, oh how I try, to keep calm. I try breathing through my nose but it does not work.
I feel him push further with no regard for me and my well-being. That makes me feel so damn good!
Then as I gag my last bits of air out of my lungs and see through my teary eyes. I feel my nose being pushed into his crotch, and after a moment that feels like hours he pushes me back. His dick slides out of me and I fall back onto the couch.
My eyes are watering, my jaw hurts, my throat is raw, my nipples feel numb, my ass stings, and all I can do is catch my breath. God, I’m feeling great!
I feel him moving again. He is leaning over me, his hand tracing my body from my neck, over my breast, and down my belly. He stops briefly on the little, smooth patch above my crotch and I feel his strong fingers on my honey pot, my very wet honey pot.
His fingers move up and down a couple of times and I can hear him snicker, “First no bra, then no panties. What kind of woman are you?” I don’t have time to answer because I’m far too busy moaning when his middle finger pushes into my pussy.
“Fuck, you are a tight one!” I can hear him laughing while saying that, but that does not stop him from putting another finger in me. I’m moaning like a bitch in heat! I’m so close to cumming when I feel him pulling his fingers back.
He brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks them clean. I’m silent and can just watch. I’m acting like a damn virgin!
He opens my pants, pulls them down to my knees, and leans back. “Damn, you are sexy as hell!”
I blush but try to act my age. “You’re not too bad yourself,” I say with a smile and open my legs as far as I can.
But he just shakes his head. “I do love a shaved pussy but…” Again with ease he takes me and flips me so that I’m on my knees with my hands holding the back of the couch. “I’m an ass man.”
With that he grabs my ass and pulls it apart. He is quiet for a moment just looking at my open holes, but then I feel him move. For the first time in six years I feel a cock entering my pussy, but not just any cock: this is a masterpiece! This is the opposite from earlier. He enters me agonizingly slowly, not because I’m tight but because he wants to toy with me.
All I can do is whimper and plead like a wounded dog for comfort, but there is none. I can feel every bump, every vein on his cock, and I’m sure he can feel every inch of me.
“Damn, Ms. Lyons! You sure you were married? This feels like a virgin pussy!” he says laughing.
I moan and try to answer “My… *moan* my hus…FUCK!” I can’t form a sentence and that’s just from him entering me!
I’m hot! I feel like I have a fever and my whole body is shaking. My moans turn into a scream when he pushes the last bit of his dick into me, but that one scream turns into more because he starts to fuck me. My whole body clamps up as I let out animistic sounds while I cum from those couple of thrusts of his cock.
I’m sure I’m ruining his couch with my flood, but it didn’t seem to bother him. He just keeps fucking away.
“You needed that, huh Ms. Lyons? Say it!” I’m still coming down from my mind-blowing orgasm. “I said SAY IT!” He pulls his dick almost out of me only to ram it back in to emphasize his demand.
Like a drunk and gurgling moron I say what he wants to hear. “I *grunt* I… I neeeed *moan* need it sooo fucking bad!”
With a laugh he asks, “You like being taken like this, huh? Hard from behind?” He grabs my hair and pulls it. I try to nod my head only for him to ram his dick into me again. “Say it!”
I yelp but reply, “Yes, yes I fucking love it!”
And with that he makes me cum again, but like before he just keeps pounding away making me splash all over.
Soon I feel him getting bigger and he asks me between grunts, “Where do you want it, Ms. Lyons?” He is calling me that to humiliate me.
I am spent but I can’t have him cumming inside me! But I need it! “My *moan* my mouth, cum in my mouth!”
He thrust one last time inside me before pulling out. He pulls me down and makes me inhale his dick, drowning me in his cum. Rope after rope my mouth fills with his seed. I can’t swallow it all so it pours out of the corners of my mouth, landing on my belly and chest.
He pulls his dick out of me once he is done shooting and I am done swallowing, takes a seat on the table, and just looks at me,
I’m sure I’m quite the picture. I’m still half-naked, out of breath, and exhausted. My hair is a mess, my face is red and smeared with spit, my chest is also red and speckled with cum the same as my belly, my legs are spread, and my poor pussy is swollen. I feel great!
He leans forward and kisses me on my lips which surprises me. It was just a quick peck. “Right now you just look so damn beautiful!” I look at him and believe that he means it.
Once we both catch our breath I ask, “Could I get a towel?”
He looks at me with an innocent face. “For what?”
I smack him lightly on the shoulder and laugh. “How about the mess you made!” I point at my chest.
He gets up, takes both my tits in his hands, and plays with them. “Hey, you said cum in your mouth. Not my fault you couldn’t swallow it all!” he says with a grin. “You know, I think it looks good on you…… I think you should keep it!” With that he pulls my turtleneck down and I can feel it sticking together.
I look at him with wide eyes but he keeps on smiling. “You wouldn’t want to waste it, right?” His hands grab my ass again and he pulls me to give me a deep kiss.
After a while, he breaks it and I moan, “No I wouldn’t,” and kiss him again.
While we are making out we hear a phone ring, but we ignore it. The voicemail plays, “Hey Bro, Mom and I are on the way back. Did you lose your phone or something?” That shocks us both out of our trance and we look at each other.
Dave picks up his phone, which was propped against some book on the table, and looks at it. “Damn, seems like she called me a couple of times.” He looks at me. “I doubt my mom will be all that happy seeing me here with a… ”
I interrupt him. “A woman my age?” I ask in a sad tone only for him to hug me again.
“Someone who is covered in my cum!” He laughs and licks my ear.
We make it to the door and I’m about to leave when he stops me. “Didn’t you forget something?”
I look at him and smile as I go on my tiptoes to kiss him goodbye. He grabs my ass with one hand and a tit with another and kisses me back.
As we break away from each other he smiles. “Yummy, but that wasn’t it. I told you this was not a one-time thing, so I need a number to call.”
I blush again and check my pockets only to realize that I left my phone in the car. He writes down his and gives it to me. With another, lighter pat on my behind he sends me off.
Thankfully it stopped raining. As I drive towards home I recall what happened. I helped a young and handsome stranger, and we flirt and end up fucking on his couch. Well, he was fucking me… but at the same time, I let a stranger do pretty messed up things with me while using no protection! But by god, if it wasn’t the best feeling I had for a long time, maybe even a really long time!
I fight the guilt building up when I look at my wedding ring. I think to myself, “Just let me feel this for a day.”
But whatever happens and however I feel the next day, I got his number and he does not have mine so I hold all the cards.
I drive into my garage and am about to get out when I remember my phone. I check the messages: two from Maria and one from Luis.
#Maria.1 “Hey Ms. L, Luis wasn’t feeling well so I brought him home and put him in his bed.”
#Luis.1 “Hey Mom, where are you? Is everything all right?”
#Maria.2 “Sorry forgot to answer, the asshole’s name is Dave Landis, he is 18 and moved into our neighborhood, he is tall and all the school bimbos flock towards him.”
I feel like I’m passing out. I just had the best sex in a long time and it was with the bully of my son!
———-
Thank you for reading my very first story! Every comment is welcomed but please if you have a criticism let it be constructive.