Loading...It was pouring rain as I pounded on the door to my best friend’s house. The lights weren’t on and her car wasn’t in the driveway, but I was so enraged that I didn’t care. I was about ready to give up on the door and just crash through the front window when the light in the front hall came on and the door flew open.
“What in the hell…” Ashley’s dad looked furious until he saw me. His jaw dropped as he looked at me, and he was silent for a moment. “Nicole, what’s going on?”
“Where is she, Mr. Stevenson?” I asked, my face flushed. “I need to speak with Ashley, please.”
“She’s not home,” he said. He looked worried, though he wasn’t looking at me. I guess he had reason to be worried but I wasn’t thinking about that. All I was thinking about was that I wanted to find my best friend, and tear her hair out.
“Where is she?” I demanded. “I’m gonna kill her, Mr. Stevenson, I swear to God, I…”
“Nicole, calm down,” he said. He put his hands on my shoulders, shaking me gently, though he was still looking determinedly away. “She and her sister went to visit her grandma, and they won’t be back until tomorrow. Now come inside, calm down, and dry off. You’re going to catch pneumonia.”
He let go of me, and I stepped into the house as he shut the door behind me. The wind that was blowing my skirt around my bare legs stopped, and I immediately felt the warm air in the house against me. I glanced in the hall mirror. My blonde hair was matted against my head, dripping water down my makeup smeared face, and my skin was white as snow. I laughed, a short, desperate bark, before I burst into tears and sank down on the floor.
“For Christ’s sake, what’s going on?” I heard Mr. Stevenson say as I buried my head in my hands. I heard a door open and after a moment, a large jacket being placed around my shoulders. “Did you walk here? Nicole, honey, talk to me. What’s going on?”
I shook my head as I sobbed. “She slept with him,” I coughed. “She… she…”
“Ashley?”
“Yes, Ashley!” I almost screamed. “She slept with… she FUCKED my boyfriend!”
My heart was pounding as I sobbed into my hands. Mr. Stevenson was quiet for a bit, holding the jacket against me as I cried.
“Are you sure?” he finally said.
“Of course I’m sure,” I sobbed. “There’s p-pictures.” I started to cry even harder, and I began to cough as I cried.
Mr. Stevenson grabbed my hand. “You have to calm down a bit,” he said softly. “You’re going to hyperventilate.” He wrapped his arms around me as I sat on the floor, holding me until my coughs subsided and my sobs had turned into just sniffling. As I calmed down, I began to shiver. Once I sneezed, Mr. Stevenson pulled me to my feet.
“We have to get you into some dry clothes,” he said. I looked at him. He looked worried, but also angry, and his jaw kept twitching. “Come on, I’ll grab something of Ashl…”
“No,” I said, cutting him off. “I don’t want that whore’s clothes on me.”
“She might be a whore, Nicole,” he said, “but she’s still my daughter. Come on, there’s got to be some explanation.”
I shook my head. “She… she…”
“Come on, you can’t wear soaking clothes. You look like you walked here in the pouring rain. Why didn’t you drive?”
“Gas,” I muttered, as he helped me up the stairs. “I’m not wearing her clothes, Mr. Stevenson, I refuse to…”
“Whatever she did, it’s not worth you getting sick,” he replied. “Nothing’s that bad.”
“Oh yeah?” I shot back. I pushed him away from me and led myself to Ashley’s room. Mr. Stevenson followed me, standing in the doorway as I sat down in the chair in front of her computer. My skirt made a loud squelch as I sat, and dripped all over her floor. I opened my email and clicked on the newest message, which was from my boyfriend’s best friend. I clicked on the attachment, then looked at Mr. Stevenson. “Come here, you can’t see from there.”
He entered the room slowly, walking up behind me, and gasped as the picture loaded. My best friend, his daughter, had her head turned to look at herself in the mirror beside her. My boyfriend was behind her, his cock buried in her ass, holding my digital camera as he took a picture in the mirror.
I clicked on the next one. They must have set the timer on this one, because it showed Ashley straddling my boyfriend, with just the head of his cock nestled in her pussy. Mr. Stevenson made a small, disgusted sound, and I took that as my cue to click the next picture, which was a close up of my boyfriend’s cock resting against Ashley’s ass, globs of cum dripping down her smooth skin. I let go of the mouse and turned the chair to look at Mr. Stevenson. “Not that bad, you think?”
He was staring at the screen, his mouth open slightly. “She’s not a whore,” he finally whispered. “She’s a fucking ass slut.”
I laughed again, that same desperate bark, and walked away from the computer. Mr. Stevenson continued to stare at the open pictures on the computer, his face looking like it was set in stone. I paced Ashley’s room, my desire to destroy all of her possessions gone as I tried to think of a better revenge.
“I’m going to call her,” Mr. Stevenson announced suddenly. “She’s coming home right now.”
“No,” I said. “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do to her yet.”
“Deal with your boyfriend first,” he replied. “I’ll deal with Ashley.” He turned away from me, but not before I caught him adjusting himself. He saw me looking and turned even faster, but I could still see him in the mirror over Ashley’s dresser. There was a very noticeable bulge in his pants, and Mr. Stevenson realised he had been caught. His mouth opened, as if he were about to say something, but I made a gagging sound and took a step back.
“You’re fucking sick,” I gasped, backing up. “You’re getting off on those pictures!”
Now, I’ve known the Stevenson’s for years. Ashley and I have been best friends since elementary school, and Mr. Stevenson and my dad used to go to high school together. Ashley and I have always been inseparable. When we graduated high school, neither of us had boyfriends, and instead of bringing just any boy, she and I went together. I met my boyfriend during our first year of college, which Ashley and I attended together, and now, at summer break, she had slept with him. She was sick. Mr. Stevenson and I had always been close, too. His wife died when Ashley and her sister were really little, so he was always the one home when I went to Ashley’s. He used to take me to soccer practice with Ashley when my parents couldn’t drive, and when they got divorced, he let me stay at his house even though Ashley was away at camp. Now I was discovering that he got off on watching his daughter get fucked. I couldn’t believe that these people, who I had known for most of my life, were so disgusting.
“No, Nicole, that’s not…” he started, covering himself and blushing as he turned to face me.
“You pervert! If I wasn’t so pissed off at Ashley, I’d report you. You probably fucking… touch her, don’t you?”
He took a step towards me and I backed into the wall. “I would never, ever touch my daughter. Do you understand?” His face was contorted in anger. “That’s not what… what this- ” he motioned to his cock, which was definitely hard under his jeans ” –is about.”
“No?” I said, my voice shaking. I was trembling as he walked towards me, only some of it from the fact that I was freezing. “You didn’t get hard looking at pictures of your little girl getting fucked?” I shuddered, just saying the words.
He stood in front of me, his mouth open to say something. I studied him, the sick feeling I had being overcome by fear at being the only person in the house with him. He didn’t look like a pervert. In fact, there were days when I had noticed just how good looking Mr. Stevenson was. He was old enough to be my father — he went to school with my father, even — but he was nothing like my dad. He was in good shape, with short blonde hair, and was much taller than average. I kicked myself for thinking of that, given the present situation.
“No, I didn’t,” he replied finally.
“Then what was it?” I asked, my voice shaking, trying to figure out what he could possibly be getting off on.
He stepped back from me, and I frowned, slightly confused. “You really want to know?” he said, his face red. I nodded. He swallowed hard. “You’re standing there, soaking wet, and I… I can see through your shirt.”
I looked down. Sure enough, my blouse was soaked through, and it was clinging to my tits. My breasts are fairly small, and most days I don’t bother wearing a bra, although in hindsight I was wearing a white shirt that day and probably should have had one on. I covered myself quickly, looking up at Mr. Stevenson and blushing furiously as I realised what I had just accused him of. “I’m so sorry,” I gasped, incredibly embarrassed. “I… oh God, I didn’t mean to… I’m so sorry…”
“It’s fine,” Mr. Stevenson mumbled. “I didn’t mean to look, but… well, you’re a pretty girl, and I… well, I’m the one who should be sorry, Nicole.”
I didn’t say anything for a moment. Truth be told, I was actually kind of flattered, now that I knew Mr. Stevenson wasn’t a perverted freak. I looked at him as he stared at the ground, his hands covering the bulge in his pants. He was a very handsome man, and as I stared at him, I began to think of a way to get back at both Ashley and my boyfriend.
I took a step forward. “You shouldn’t be sorry, Mr. Stevenson. It’s kind of flattering, actually,” I said.
He laughed softly. “I’m forty-five, Nicole. Getting hard looking at a nineteen year old girl who is my daughter’s best friend — and my best friend’s daughter — isn’t a good thing. I can’t help it, though. Every time you come over here, I…” he stopped, and shook his head. “God, I shouldn’t be telling you that. You already think I’m sick, I shouldn’t tell you that.”
This was even better, I thought. I looked around the room. Ashley was a normal girl, and her room was fairly messy, but her bed was clear of stuff, and nicely made. I walked over and sat down on it, leaning on my hands and pressing my knees together as I looked at Mr. Stevenson. “I don’t mind, Mr. Stevenson. In fact, it kind of helps me.”
He continued to stare at the ground. “I don’t see how it helps you.”
“Well, I’ve just been cheated on by my boyfriend, and my best friend. I’ve always thought you were a very good looking man, and well, you obviously would be able to help me… well, get back at them.”
He finally looked at me. “I can’t,” he said. “I mean… you’re nineteen.”
I giggled. “And I’m all wet. How about you help me out of these wet clothes?”
“And it’s my daughter… Honey, I’m mad at her, but I can’t do that to her,” he continued, though I noticed that my comment had made his voice tremble a bit.
“You don’t understand what she did to me,” I said. “Imagine that someone knew what would hurt you the worst in the world, and then they did it. I know you want to, and right now there’s nothing I want more.”
He stood, staring at me for a minute, looking conflicted. I bit my lip as he looked at me. “Please, Mr. Stevenson?” I said softly, pleading with him.
“Your father is going to kill me,” he whispered before walking up to me. He dropped to his knees in front of me, though he was so tall that he could almost still see eye-to-eye with me. He touched my knee, and his hands were warm against my goose-bumped skin. His eyes took me in, staring at my body and looking as though he were trying to memorise the look of my wet clothes clinging to me. “You’re freezing,” he said, running his hands down my calves and then to the hem of my skirt. I sighed as he tried to warm me up a bit, though my skin was so damp that it wasn’t doing much.
He put his hands on my hips. “Stand up,” he ordered. I stood slowly, his hands guiding me up as I stood and staying on my hips. His nose was almost brushing the wet skirt, and I could tell that it was lined up against my mound. He reached behind me and unzipped my skirt. It stuck to my hips and he pulled it down, letting it fall to the floor with a sloppy thud. I shivered as I was left in just a tiny, black lace thong, the air in the room chilling me even further and causing most of my pale skin to b covered in goose-bumps. Mr. Stevenson let out an appreciative sigh and slid his hands up to my ass, his hands warm against my bare skin as he buried his face into my covered mound. He sucked my clit through the thin thong, and I gasped as my body started to tingle. He used his grip on my ass to pull my body closer to his face, his face just pressed against me now. He stayed like that for a moment before he brought his hands to the waistband of the thong, slowly pulling it down my legs. Once he had it off, he stood up. I had never stood this close to Mr. Stevenson before, and had to look up to see him. He raised his hands to my shirt and started to unbutton it. Once it was undone, he peeled it away from my damp skin and dropped it to the floor. I shivered as I stood, nude, in front of him, unable to keep myself from shaking as he then took a step back and stared at me.
“Is everything okay, Mr. Stevenson?” I asked softly, concerned that he was going to back out on me. I crossed my arms and rubbed my upper arms, trying to warm up.
He nodded, then paused and shook his head. “Nicole… your dad is going to kill me if I do this to you. And Ashley will hate both of us forever.”
I stood naked and still shivering in front of him as my face fell. “Please…” I whispered. “I’d never tell my dad… and I won’t tell Ashley that you did it because of what I told you.” He continued to shake his head as he stared at me. “Mr. Stevenson, please. I know you want this…”
He swallowed again. “You just want this for revenge,” he said. “I…”
“I want it, though,” I said, and I wasn’t lying. Just having him undress me and the little bit of attention he had paid to my clit had me dripping wet. The warmth between my legs was spreading all over my lower body. “Please, I know you want this. Don’t you want me, Mr. Stevenson?”
He opened his mouth, and I anticipated protest. “I’ll let you do anything to me that you want.”
His mouth shut and he looked me straight in the eye. “Anything?”
I grinned. “Anything at all.”
He stared at me for a moment longer and then began to unbuckle his belt. “Get on your knees,” he ordered. I dropped onto the carpeted floor obediently, looking up at him. He took his belt off and walked over to me. “Take my cock out,” he said. He sounded confident, but also a bit nervous, as if I wouldn’t listen to him.
I grinned. Little did he know that this was one of my favourite parts of sex. I loved to suck cock, and I loved to look up and watch as the guy I was sucking got off. I reached up and unbuttoned Mr. Stevenson’s pants, sliding them down his legs, and teasing his cock through his boxers. I reached back up and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, slowly bringing them down.
His cock sprung out, and I grinned, impressed. He jumped a bit as I wrapped a hand around him, probably because my hands were freezing. His cock was of average length, but incredibly thick. I flicked my tongue against his tip, licking the underside of his shaft lightly before twirling my tongue around his tip. I heard Mr. Stevenson gasp and I continued to lick his smooth cock, coating him with my saliva until it was glistening. Once it was wet, I took his tip in my mouth and sucked gently. Mr. Stevenson groaned and I slide him in my mouth a bit more. I sucked him a little more, stroking his wet cock with my other hand as I bobbed my head teasingly on him. Each time I moved on his cock, I let it slide a little further in my mouth, until I had as much as I could handle, which I’m proud to say was most of it. I glanced up. Mr. Stevenson’s hands were resting on the back of my head, and his eyes were squeezed shut. I kept sucking on his cock, raising my other hand to gently rub his balls. The second I touched them, Mr. Stevenson groaned and pushed my head further on his cock. I started to gag as he hit the back of my throat, my nose buried in his dark hair. He stopped pushing my head and I pulled back, gasping, and looked up at him. He opened his mouth, and I was sure he was about to apologize when I giggled and went right back to sucking his cock.
He let me suck him for a couple more minutes before he gently pulled me away. I let his cock fall out of my mouth with a pop, and looked up at him. He was looking at me, and reached down to help me to my feet.
“That’s not the first time you’ve done that,” he stated.
I laughed. “Mr. Stevenson, you didn’t think I was a virgin, did you?”
He blushed, looking down. I reached up and started lifting the hem of his shirt. He let me take it off him, so we were both standing naked in his daughter’s room. “I imagined you were,” he finally said. “I’ve thought about… about this… for a long time.”
I was a little shocked at his admission, but I giggled. I hadn’t been a virgin for a few years now. “What did you think about, Mr. Stevenson?” I asked, looking at him with the best innocent look I could muster as I stood even closer to him.
He reached out and put his hands on my slim hips, pulling my body close to him. I had started to warm up a bit, but I was still fairly cold from the rain, and his warm skin felt wonderful against me. “I think you can call me Dave now, you know,” he said.
I had known Mr. Stevenson for years, but never called him by his first name. So I giggled, let a hand trail down to his cock, and squeezed it gently. “Okay, Dave,” I said.
He groaned and leaned down, brushing his lips against mine softly. I let go of his cock and wrapped my hands around his neck and shoulders, pulling him closer to me as we kissed. I could feel his cock pressed against my stomach, hard against me, and I sighed softly. He ground against me a bit, rolling his hips and moving his lips to my neck, burying his head against my shoulder as he just rubbed his cock against me. The thought that he was enjoying it so much was making me even wetter.
“I should take you to my room,” he whispered, his voice muffled against my skin.
I shook my head vigorously. “Let’s stay in here,” I replied, taking a step backwards and pulling him towards Ashley’s bed. “Don’t you think it’ll be fun, Mr. St… I mean, Dave?” I sat down on her bed, craning my head to look up at him. “I think it’s so sexy, you fucking me on your daughter’s bed. Didn’t you say you imagined this?”
He laughed and got on the bed, pushing me on my back and kissing my neck again. “I didn’t say what I imagined,” he said, as he moved his lips down my neck and against my breasts. “I imagined licking your entire body as you squirmed underneath me. I imagined stripping off that little bikini you always wear when you and Ashley go into the hot tub.” His lips were just above my nipple, and each time he talked, they brushed against it. “I imagined fucking you for your first time ever, feeling that tight little virgin hole wrapped around my cock.”
I moaned at his words, and gasped as he started to suck my nipple. He fondled my other breast with his other hand, pinching that nipple each time he raked his teeth against the one in his mouth. Each moment of attention he paid to my nipples caused my clit to throb, until I could hardly take it anymore and tried to reach down to rub myself.
He grabbed my hands and pushed them next to me, then started to kiss down my stomach. I trembled in excitement every moment his mouth got nearer to my pussy, until he finally reached it and started to lick the juices that had dripped onto my legs.
“Please, Mr. Stevenson,” I gasped, his mouth so close to my clit that I was struggling to grind against him.
“I like hearing you beg,” he whispered, “but I told you to call me Dave. Now, what is it you want?”
“Please…” I moaned, squirming. “Please Dave… you know what I want.”
“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I… I w-want you to lick me…”
“I am licking you, honey. I’m licking your leg.”
I groaned in frustration, desperate to be touched. “Lick my cunt!” I gasped. “Please, please…”
He flicked his tongue against my wet slit, licking the length of it before he slid his tongue into my pussy. I moaned softly, lifting myself to push his tongue in further. Mr. Stevenson let go of my hands and brought them to my pussy, rubbing my slit before he slide a finger in. At the same time, he flicked his tongue against my clit. I almost went crazy, grinding against his finger as he took my clit in my mouth and began to suck it. I gasped and writhed under him, my hands trailing down to rest against his head and push him closer to me. He thrust his finger in me slowly, ignoring my grinding efforts to make him go faster. After a moment, he pulled his finger all the way out, then pushed it back in accompanied by another finger. I cried out loudly as he began moving them faster, curling his fingers to rub my g-spot as he sucked on my clit. I gasped, feeling myself getting close to orgasm as he finger-fucked my tight hole.
“God… I’m close…” I panted. Mr. Stevenson quickened his pace, gently raking his teeth against my clit as he sucked on it, and shoving his fingers as deep as he could in my cunt.
It didn’t take much of that before I felt my cunt tighten around his fingers and the warm, shuddering tingle run through my body. I gasped and panted, squirming under him. It seemed to last for ages, as waves of pleasure ran through my body. He never stopped moving his hand or took his mouth away from clit, just kept going at it as I shuddered beneath him. As I started coming down from it, he slowed his fingers and just licked at my clit, until I fell limp, gasping. He licked my juices up, removing his fingers from my cunt and looking up at me as he licked them clean. I tried to catch my breath as I watched him. Once he was done, he moved up against me. I leaned over and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, licking up any juice I could. Mr. Stevenson sighed and kissed me back, his hand resting against my breast and rubbing it gently.
I couldn’t believe the orgasm he had given me. I had never cum like that from a guy eating me out before. In fact, I don’t think I had ever cum like that. Even a few minutes after he had moved away from my pussy, I was still trembling from the orgasm.
Mr. Stevenson was watching me, and I looked over at him. He laughed. “I guess that was good?” he said.
I nodded. “I’m almost sorry that this isn’t my first time,” I whispered. “I’ve never cum like that before.”
He pulled me close to him, rubbing my entire body, and pressing his cock against me. “It’s okay, honey,” he said, kissing my neck as he rubbed my breasts. “Can I fuck you now?”
“Yes, please,” I giggled. “How do you want me?”
He laughed, lifting himself over top of me and nestling between my legs. “I want you like this first,” he said. “I want to look at you.”
The tip of his cock was pressed against my entrance, and with a slight push, his tip slid into my pussy. I gasped and he slide the rest of his cock inside me, slowly, until he was buried to the hilt in my cunt. He held himself there for just a moment, and I moaned, unable to help myself from pushing up against him. His eyes were shut, as if he were just happy to be sheathed in my tight cunt for the time being, but when I started to move he opened them and leaned down, kissing me as he started to fuck me slowly, but deeply. His pace quickened eventually, though by agonizingly slow intervals, until he had a regular pace that was just fast enough for me to feel another orgasm coming on.
Mr. Stevenson wasn’t just going to let me have another one, though, and he stopped for a moment, just resting against me as I tried to grind against him. “I want you on top of me,” he said in my ear, as he kissed my neck.
We switched positions quickly, and I straddled him, on top of his cock in an instant. I started to ride him, moving on top of his cock hard and fast. Mr. Stevenson reached down and rubbed my clit as I rode him. Being so close already, as well as the extra stimulation, I came again, bucking wildly on top of him and falling forward slightly. Mr. Stevenson thrust up into me as I came, sucking on my nipples as I leaned forward until I started moving against him again. His hands were resting on my ass, and I had a pretty good pace going when I suddenly felt his finger against my back hole.
I gasped and looked at him. He looked back up at me, and I was about to ask him what he was doing when he slipped just the tip of his finger into my ass. His hand was covered in my juices, so it slid in easily. I cried out, partially in shock, but mainly because it felt amazing. I started to move against him harder, moving forward to feel his cock deep in my pussy and moving back to feel his finger penetrate my ass. Eventually, Mr. Stevenson pulled me forward, so my tits were pressing against his chest, and pulled his finger out.
“Has anyone fucked you there before?” he asked softly. I shook my head, looking at him nervously as he held me still on top of him. He looked back at me, that same nervous glint in his eye that he had when he told me to get on my knees. “Can I?” he whispered.
I considered it for a moment. I thought anal sex was disgusting, but the feeling of his finger in my ass had been amazing. I looked at him again, and he smiled nervously. “You said anything…” he said, and I thought he would start begging me.
“I did say anything,” I agreed. I thought for a moment more, and the image of my boyfriend with his cock buried in Ashley’s ass came to me. The thought made me angry, and I looked back at Mr. Stevenson. “Only if we can take a picture,” I said to him.
He looked surprised. “A picture?” he said blankly, before comprehension dawned on him. “Right…”
He pulled me off of him and I rolled onto my back as he stood up. Ashley’s digital camera was sitting on the desk next to her computer, and after grabbing that, he started digging through the drawers of her night table and dresser. “She’s got to have lube around here,” he explained as he looked. “She’s obviously done… that… before.”
“Check the bottom drawer,” I said, and I was right. Mr. Stevenson pulled out a small tube and crawled back onto the bed.
I must have looked nervous, because he leaned over and kissed me. “It’ll feel really good after a bit, I promise,” he said with his lips against mine.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he said. I did, my ass facing him as I turned. I heard him open the tube and I squeezed my eyes shut. He put a hand on my ass, rubbing gently before I felt his other hand against my hole. His finger was cold, but slid against my hole easily. He pushed it inside me again, and I bit my lip. It still felt good, but his cock was a hell of a lot thicker than his finger, and I was almost terrified of having something that big in my ass. He took his finger out and put more lube on it, before pushing his finger back into my hole. Only this time, after he put it in, he started to push the next finger in, too. I cried out softly.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, his other hand rubbing me comfortingly. “It’s going to hurt a bit but I promise it’ll be okay. Just relax.”
“How am I supposed to relax when you’ve got two fingers in my ass?” I gasped.
“You could start by opening your eyes,” he said. I did. “Now, look. You can watch me in the mirror.”
I looked to the side, at Ashley’s dresser across the room. Mr. Stevenson was looking at me through the mirror, smiling softly but looking concerned. “Is it okay?” he said. “I’ll stop if you really want me to.”
I considered it, but shook my head. “No, keep going,” I said softly. I stared into the mirror as he fingered my ass for a bit, before pulling his fingers out. He put even more lube on and returned. This time, when he pushed both fingers in, it did feel a lot better. I think watching him was part of the reason it was so hot. He stared at his hand, watching himself finger-fuck my ass, all the while looking confident. I moaned softly and he looked up, grinning in the mirror.
“Think you’re almost ready?” he said. I nodded and he pulled his fingers away. He picked up the tube again and squeezed a little more onto my ass, then more into his hand. I watched as he coated his cock, biting my lip as he touched himself. He watched me watching him. “Like watching a guy jerk off?” he asked. I blushed, but nodded. He laughed softly, finished rubbing the lube onto his cock, then put his hands on my hips and turned me just slightly, so I would have a better view of his cock going into my ass in the mirror. I started to feel nervous again as I watched him position himself behind me. His hands were on my hips as he pulled me a bit closer to him. “Relax,” he said.
I bit my lip, looking in the mirror as he pushed his tip against me. I could feel it pressing at my opening. “You have to relax, Nicole,” he said again. He reached around my slender hips, one of his slick hands finding my clit and circling it gently. “Relax for me, okay?” he whispered, and I nodded, sighing as he rubbed my clit. I could feel his other hand on my ass, moving to slowly start guiding his cock into me. His tip pressed against my hole and I took a deep breath as he started to push into me.
“It hurts,” I whimpered, bracing myself against the bed.
“My whole tip isn’t even in yet, honey,” he said. “Just relax.” He kept pushing, and I tensed beneath him as I felt him go further. He stopped for a moment, letting me adjust to just having the tip of his cock in my ass. “Look in the mirror,” he said suddenly.
I shook my head. “I don’t want to see yet,” I replied.
He laughed. “You sure? It looks really hot…”
I shook my head again and Mr. Stevenson put his hands back on my hips, pushing himself a little further into me. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, as he pushed slowly but steadily into my ass. “You’re so fucking tight…” he whispered, and I heard his voice shake slightly. “Are you doing okay?”
I nodded, even though I wasn’t sure my ass could stretch much more to fit the rest of the cock that was currently impaling me. Tears had sprung into my eyes, and I couldn’t do anything to stop myself shaking. He groaned suddenly, still pushing. I started to pant a bit as I began to squirm a bit underneath him.
“Mr. Stevenson, I don’t think I can take anymore,” I whispered, my voice soft but shaking considerably. “It really hurts now.”
“Look in the mirror,” he said.
I turned my head and looked. I guess I didn’t have to worry about taking any more of his cock, because he was completely buried in my ass. I gasped, my pussy throbbing as I stared at the image of his cock buried in my ass. “Take the picture,” I suddenly gasped. “God, this is hot…”
He picked up Ashley’s digital camera, pointing it at the mirror. I stared at the camera in the mirror, and blinked when the flash went off. He dropped the camera and rested his hands on my lower back. “I’m gonna start fucking you now, okay?” he said.
I nodded, a little nervous. “Go really slowly,” I said.
He laughed again and started to pull out of my ass. I sighed in relief, relaxing as he pulled out. Eventually, just his tip was left in, and he started to push back in. It was much less painful this time, though I was still pretty uncomfortable once he was fully inside me. I bit my lip, unconsciously trying to pull myself away from him. Mr. Stevenson’s hands had moved to my hips, though, and were holding me in place. I made a small, frustrated noise, and he started to pull back again. His pace was slow, but steady. He repeated it a few more times, and despite the fact that it hurt when he was all the way in me, I started to enjoy myself. He must have noticed, because he moved one of his hands off my hips and slid it around me again, fingering my clit.
I sighed as he fingered me, enjoying the feeling, though I was pretty sure I wouldn’t cum from being fucked in the ass. He was braced against me, and I could feel him resting against my back as he started to move against me faster. I wasn’t exactly sure that I could handle him moving faster, and I protested slightly, struggling against the hands holding me in place. As I pulled away from him, he rubbed my clit harder, and I couldn’t help but moan. His legs were resting on the outside of mine, and with a grunt, he lifted himself slightly, and pushed me down further on the bed. My knees gave out and I collapsed onto my stomach, Mr. Stevenson’s hand underneath me. He kept rubbing my clit, his fingers moving faster as he began humping my ass. I cried out, my eyes tearing up again. The new angle was more painful, and his new pace too fast for me, but he didn’t stop. I tried to pull away from him, gasping as I felt him stretching my ass past the point that was comfortable. As I struggled, Mr. Stevenson wiggled his other hand under my hips, lifting my lower body up closer to him to give him better access to my hole as he slipped two fingers into my cunt. I moaned as he continued to finger my clit, slightly relieved that he had lifted me. Having my ass in the air made it slightly more bearable. His hands were moving at the same pace his cock was sliding in my ass, which was incredibly fast, considering. The movement of his fingers took my mind off the pain that shot through me each time he thrust into my ass, and I started push against him, instead of struggle away.
He was panting and groaning as he fucked me, and the animalistic sounds he was making, combined with the sensations in my cunt, were making me build up again. I looked in the mirror and the sight of his body over mine made me moan. My legs were spread as far as they could, resting against his, and I was being fully supported by his hands underneath me. My ass was up in the air, with his cock buried in it, and I moaned again as I watched him hump me like he was out of control. The pain was almost worth seeing him fuck me like that, like he couldn’t get enough of me.
His fingers moved faster and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Mr. Stevenson was pounding my ass as fast as he could, and even though it still hurt, I couldn’t focus on that. All I could think about was his fingers deep in my cunt and the feeling of him stretching me. I started to pant, my cunt starting to tighten around his fingers.
“Not… yet…” he panted, slowing his fingers slightly, though he kept pounding my ass at the same speed. “Don’t wanna… yet… and you’ll make me…”
“I’m so close, Dave!” I cried. “I can’t hold… oh God, I’m gonna cum…”
I came hard, my eyes squeezed shut as I felt my body shudder. I bucked against his hands, my entire body ravished by the pulse of the orgasm running through me. Mr. Stevenson groaned loudly, and I suddenly felt a spurt of warm cum in my ass. I pushed back against him, starting to come down from the red hot orgasm that was washing over me, and felt him spurt again, and then again, and then three more times before he collapsed on top of me, pushing me hard against the bed with his cock still buried in me. He was pressed against me for a few minutes, and I could hear him panting in my ear as he rest against me. I sighed, as best I could with him restricting my breathing capacity, still revelling in the afterglow of my orgasm.
I was almost about to suffocate when Mr. Stevenson pulled his softening cock out of my ass and rolled off me. I rolled onto my side, taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the fact that my entire lower body was throbbing and uncomfortable, when he pulled me close to him and kissed me hard.
“Fuck,” was all he said. We kissed for a little bit, before I started to giggle. “What?” he asked.
“It’s dripping out,” I giggled, referring to the cum that I could feel slowly trickling out of my ass.
Dave hugged me against him before rolling me onto my back. “What are you doing?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Don’t think I’m sick,” he whispered, before licking down my body. He spread my legs and lifted them with his strong arms, licking my slit before he started to lick my ass. I gasped, my eyes wide as I glanced over to the mirror to watch him. He tongued my hole, lapping up all the cum he had just spurted inside me. I was shocked, but strangely enough, I wasn’t put off by it. I watched him in the mirror as he licked my ass, holding my legs up, sucking all the cum out before he moved back up and lay next to me. “It’s just a… a thing…” he tried to say.
I rolled over, resting against him, and kissed him. I could taste his cum on his mouth, and the idea that he had licked his own cum from my ass made me want to fuck him all over again. “Next time, I want you to suck it out of my pussy,” I whispered against his lips as I licked any excess drops from his lips.
I licked the rest off before he spoke. “I thought you just wanted to get back at Ashley.”
I sighed, picking up her digital camera and taking the camera card out. “I think I got back at her good enough. She doesn’t need to see this, so I think I’ll just keep it.”
He laughed and I rested against him, entirely sure that I would be breaking up with my boyfriend, but remaining friends with Ashley. After all, what other reason would I have to come over and fuck Mr. Stevenson if she and I weren’t friends?