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  “Mr. North!” I called his name, arching my back as his teeth closed around my sensitive nipple in a sharp bite.

  He grabbed my breasts, squeezing the supple flesh as he moved from one to the other, alternating between sucking greedily and biting. There seemed to be a direct line from my nipples to my pussy. Each flick of his skilled tongue sent hot pleasure racing down to my core.

  Mr. North dropped a hand down, making his way between my parted thighs. His fingers found my opening and quickly slid into the wet, pulsing heat. My pussy clenched around him, gripping his thick fingers and pulling them in deeper.

  Mr. North withdrew, rubbing the wetness from my pussy on my clit. I had to fight to keep from moaning as he traced circles around the little nub, biting my lip so hard I worried I’d break skin. My mind and my body were operating on two totally different levels. It felt so good, but I knew it was wrong. Moaning, even if it was a natural reaction to Mr. North’s pleasurable assault, would only send the wrong message to both my boyfriend and his dad.

  An intense tingling built up within me as the pressure of Mr. North’s fingertips on my swollen clit made me feel dizzy with need. My hips jerked as I writhed under him, unable to completely suppress my response to his touch. A pulsing pleasure rolled through me as he suckled and rubbed, the pressure growing so strong that it was on the verge of bursting.

  My breathing grew uneven and I clutched the bed sheets, grasping for anything to steady me as I felt myself nearing the edge of falling apart. Nothing- nothing- had ever felt this good before. Just as I reached the edge of climax, Mr. North pulled his hand from between my thighs at the same time his mouth left my breast.

  “Noooo!” I cried, unable to stop my automatic reaction to being denied what I knew would have been the biggest, most earth-shattering orgasm of my life.

  Mr. North flashed a predatory grin, his eyes darkened with lust. “You hear that, Brandon? Your whore girlfriend is crying for more.” He addressed his son but kept his eyes fixed on me. “You must not be satisfying her. Don’t worry. I won’t have that problem.”

  Brandon made a strangled noise in response, like he was trying to talk but no words would come out. Apparently, just like he’d let me shoulder all of the weight of our school project, he was leaving me to face the full brunt of his dad’s punishment.

  “You can come when my cock’s inside of you, Emily.” Mr. North moved back, giving me space. “Now take your dress off. I want to see all of you.”

  Obediently, I sat up, lifting my dress over my head and dropping it off the bed without a word. What was there left to say?

  This was it. My boyfriend’s dad was going to take my virginity.

  Mr. North was back over me in a flash, pressing me against the mattress with his hard body. His cock nestled between my thighs, pressed flat against my pussy lips. He ground against me, his erection sliding between my slit, the underside of his cock being coated in my unbelievable wetness. He was cruelly teasing me, delaying the inevitable as I wondered which of his thrusts would be into me instead of against me. And his cruel torture also brought me pleasure, his rigid length stimulating my clit with each slide.

  Finally, he drew his hips back, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance without using his hands. Feeling his flesh on mine sent a forbidden thrill through me. Mr. North locked his blue eyes on mine as he grabbed my wrists, pinning my arms to the bed. His face was just inches from mine. His expression made me feel lightheaded. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen before, a mixture of anger, determination, and raw lust.

  “You ready?” He didn’t wait for a reply. He lunged forward, forcing his thick cock into my pussy, tearing me open.

  “Oh my god!” I cried as he took my virginity, dragging out the vowel. It was just as well that he hadn’t waited for me to answer. There was no way I could have been ready for his searing invasion. Mr. North wasn’t holding back at all, driving into me with insistent force, but he still had trouble getting my tender pussy to open for his massive cock. My center burned as he pushed forward, moving deeper into me despite the resistance from my tight channel.

  Mr. North continued his advance, making my slick, tender flesh yield to his unrelenting hardness until he was buried completely within me. “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “Your pussy feels like it’s choking my cock.”

  And his cock felt like it was splitting me open. The new, sudden sensation of complete and total fullness was overwhelming. He shouldn’t have slid all the way into my pussy, but he had crammed every inch inside anyway.

  “Mr. North, please,” I whimpered, my eyes shut tight. “Please, you’re too big.”

  He leaned down and his chest pressed against mine, his hard muscles contrasting with my soft curves. Releasing my wrists, one hand found my breast while the other tangled in my hair. He brought his lips to my ear. “Shhh,” he whispered. “Just relax and take my cock like a good girl. The more you fight it, the more it hurts.”

  How could I relax with my boyfriend’s dad filling my pussy past capacity? Mr. North slowly rolled his hips, grinding his cock into me. My pussy was super sensitive and with every stroke, the ridged head of his cock rubbed against the delicate spot of my upper wall. The sweet friction filled me with a sensation that built like wildfire, surprising me as it grew from a faint throb to an unstoppable blaze, changing the ache between my thighs from one of pain to one of wild need.

  “Oh god,” I breathed, my voice high pitched as my pleasure multiplied rapidly. “Oh my god, that’s… Mr. North, you’re… oh please, god, please.”

  I couldn’t finish a coherent sentence. Not only because it would be wrong to voice my true thoughts with my boyfriend in the room, but also because the way Mr. North was stroking my pussy left me unable to speak straight.

  “You like that, you little slut?” Mr. North growled through clenched teeth.

  I shook my head from side to side, biting my lip as the sensations rushed toward a breaking point. The situation may have been out of my control from the moment Mr. North walked into the room, but there were some things I just couldn’t do, no matter how forcefully Mr. North demanded that I did. Subjecting Brandon to hearing me say I liked what his dad was doing to me was one of them. Even if Mr. North’s rough words were somehow turning me on even more.

  “You like being fucked by your boyfriend’s dad. Admit it, Emily. Admit you’re a slut for my cock.”

  “No. No,” I insisted, desperately wanting to believe my own lie. But then I broke, hot pleasure bursting in my center and rushing out through the rest of me. “Oh fuck! Mr. North, please, yes. Oh god, fuck, please, yes! Yes, yes, yeeessss!”

  I thrashed underneath his body as orgasm rocked me to my core, flooding me between my thighs like hot, sticky lava. My moans climbed higher and higher as I was reduced to a quivering mess, my release pulsing deeper and hotter as the powerful sensations took complete hold of me.

  Mr. North didn’t give me time to recover after my earth-shaking orgasm. Instead his thrusts grew as wild as my spasms had been as I came. He powered into me, putting his full weight behind his thrusts as he dipped his cock into my soaked pussy. This wasn’t a slow grind anymore. It was a full-out, primal assault as he claimed my tight hole, forcing me open wide around his meaty thickness.

  He hooked his arms under my knees, pulling my legs up to rest on his shoulders. He pressed against me, making me nearly scream as he plunged into my sensitive depths. This position gave him even greater access, allowing him to ravage me on an even deeper level.

  “Ooooh!” I moaned, digging my nails into his back. “Mr. North, I can’t take it! Please, you’re ruining my pussy!”

  “That’s exactly what you want,” Mr. North grunted, his breathing labored as he hammered into me. “To be ruined. To have a real man fuck you like your little boyfriend never could.”

  I couldn’t do anything but moan in response. Mr. North continued his rough onslaught, each sharp thrust increasing my hot pleasure, adding a spark t
o the fire of my building orgasm. It was hard to think, hard to breathe, hard to do anything but focus on the feeling of Mr. North’s strong body atop of me as he brutalized my pussy.

  “I’m just giving you what you crave.” He groaned, bucking into me faster. His jaw was tight, a look of pure hardened lust on his face. “Fuck, Emily. I’m about to come.”

  Those words were enough to yank me out of my daze. This went beyond punishment. Fucking Mr. North had been a way to avoid getting in trouble with my parents, but if he came in me and I got pregnant, the consequences would be far worse than the initial trouble I’d feared.

  “Mr. North,” I said shakily, managing to open my eyes. I wanted to look directly at him, hoping he’d see how important this was to me and heed my plea. “Please, sir. I know I’m in no position to tell you what to do. But you can’t come in me. It could ruin everything. You can come anywhere else. My face. My mouth. Please.”

  “You didn’t ask for permission to come over my house.” His voice was hard as he reminded me of my initial sin. “I sure as hell don’t need your permission to come inside you.”

  I closed my eyes, no longer able to keep them open as I scrunched my face up, moaning as he drove into me. There was no way I could stop my boyfriend’s dad, or the buzzing pleasure that blazed between my thighs.

  My head dropped to the side, but Mr. North grabbed my jaw in his large hand, forcing it upright. “Open your eyes,” he growled. “I want you to look at me as I fill your pussy with my cum.”

  I obeyed, looking straight into his icy blue eyes. The look on his face, his crude command, the relentless force with which he slammed into my pussy… they all combined to push me over the edge of control.

  “Oh my god!” I cried, my voice a high-pitched wail. “Mr. North, I’m coming. Oh god, I’m coming, you’re making me come so hard, oh my god, oh, oh, oooohhhh!”

  Mr. North roared, burying himself to the balls inside me. His body tensed and then he let out a deep groan, grinding into me as he exploded. Bliss poured over me, his cock pulsing torrents of white-hot cum into me as my walls clenched around his thick shaft. Electric heat shot through me as my boyfriend’s dad pumped me full of his seed, owning my body completely. Wetness soaked my pussy as my juices mingled with Mr. North’s cum. The moment seemed to last forever, the sound of our moans echoing around the room as we came together.

  I didn’t know exactly when it ended, exactly when he’d fully emptied his balls into me, exactly when the shockwaves of pleasure electrifying my pussy slowed down. When I finally came out of the haze clouding my mind, Mr. North was still inside of me, his still-hard cock throbbing rhythmically as aftershocks trembled through my walls.

  He slowly withdrew. My pussy felt different. Sore. Stretched. Satisfied.

  Mr. North got off the bed, standing. I shakily sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I didn’t dare try to stand up, knowing I was still too weak from the force of my orgasm to support my own weight.

  Mr. North looked down between my open thighs, not saying a word. I followed his gaze. He didn’t need to say anything. The sight of his creamy cum threatening to flow from my entrance was statement enough. I watched, entranced, as the white fluid broke free, running from my pussy in thick streams, making me even messier as it fell between my cheeks and soaked the bed.

  When I lifted my head, my gaze fell on Brandon straight ahead of me, still in his chair. Hot guilt washed over me as I looked at my boyfriend. His face was flushed and he looked like he was about to pass out, but his eyes weren’t on mine.

  No, they were fixed between my spread thighs, watching with dismay as his dad’s cum spilled from my pussy.

  Brandon

  “I haven’t heard you talk about Emily in a while, Bran.” Mom buttered her toast as she looked at me across the table. “You two haven’t had another falling out, have you?”

  She was referring to the brief time Emily and I had broken up after I cheated with Anna Blakely. “No, Mom.” I grabbed my orange juice, sucking it down. My throat felt dry despite the liquid. “Everything’s fine. We’re still together.”

  That was only half true. We were still boyfriend and girlfriend, yes, but everything wasn’t fine. Nothing was fine. It had been two weeks since that awful afternoon in my bedroom, where I’d watched helplessly as the man I’d always thought of as my dad took my girlfriend’s virginity. What I had done with Anna in the bathroom at that party was nothing compared to what Emily had done with him the other week. Still, I knew it wasn’t her fault.

  It was me who had pushed Emily to continue lying to him. I should have known better. It backfired right in my face. Literally.

  The last thing I wanted to do was talk about my relationship with Emily at breakfast, with my mom asking probing questions and my stepdad sitting there, knowing what he’d done and not looking the least bit sorry about it.

  “I was thinking,” Mom announced, putting down her butter knife. “I know your dad and I have been strict with you, but it’s because we care.”

  I winced as she referred to him as my dad. It had never bothered me before, but that was before I’d watched him transform my girlfriend from a sexy-but-sweet virgin to his personal sex toy.

  “Now that you’re getting older, I think it’s time to give you a little more freedom. I know it has to be hard on you only seeing Emily at school and on group dates to the movies. Why don’t you invite her over for dinner tonight? It will give your dad and me a chance to know her better. Afterward, you can watch a movie together in the living room all by yourselves. We’ll still be in the house, of course.”

  He didn’t need a chance to know her better. He knew my girlfriend better than I did. Still, I couldn’t say that. “Okay. Sure,” I mumbled.

  “Perfect. Does that sound good to you, honey?” she asked my stepdad.

  “That sounds like a great idea,” he replied, smirking.

  ***

  That night, I sat on the couch in the living room with my parents and my girlfriend. Emily’s parents had agreed to let her come over once they talked to my mom, who assured them she’d be present at all times. True to her word to them, and contrary to what she’d promised me at breakfast, my parents stuck around after dinner to watch a movie with us.

  Emily was sandwiched between me and my mom. My dad was on the other side of my mom, thankfully far away from me. My eyes were fixed on the screen, but I could hardly process what was going on. It was impossible to concentrate given the circumstances.

  “Well,” Mom said, raising her arms and letting out a loud yawn. “I just can’t stay awake! I think it’s past my bedtime. I’m going to head upstairs, but you all finish the movie. You can tell me all about it in the morning. Emily, it was so nice to spend more time with you.”

  “You too, Mrs. North,” Emily said, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Thank you for dinner.”

  “It was my pleasure.” She turned to my dad. “Honey, you’ll give Emily a ride home, won’t you?”

  “Of course,” he answered smoothly.

  “Goodnight, everyone.”

  “Goodnight,” we chorused back.

  The air in the room was thick with tension. Predictably, it was even more awkward than before now that it was just the three of us. I glanced sideways, but Emily’s eyes were straight ahead on the screen, seemingly engrossed in the movie.

  I tried to relax, but it was hard to do when I couldn’t stop remembering how loud my girlfriend moaned as my dad fucked her. It had been like this ever since that afternoon. I could hardly sleep at night. Every time I closed my eyes, images of that day flashed through my mind in excruciating detail.

  Was this the universe’s cruel payback for cheating on Emily with Anna? Emily was too scared of pregnancy to even let me fuck her, but I’d been forced to watch my girlfriend get destroyed by my dad.

  I couldn’t blame Emily. We’d been backed into a corner. I should have stepped up to stop him, but I’d been paralyzed with shock. The next day at school, she t
old me she’d been the same way, shocked into obediently following his every dirty command.

  At dinner, things had seemed normal. My dad talked to Emily like he did before the afternoon he found us together in my room. He called her by her actual name, not slut or whore. Anger burned through me as I remembered the filthy names he’d called her, but I had to admit that she had looked like a dirty slut as she sucked my dad’s cock like a pro. She’d looked like even more of a whore as she moaned like she enjoyed having him shove his cock into her tiny pussy over and over again.

  So yes, Emily had looked like a slut, but I knew she wasn’t really one. She was a virgin. Or at least she had been until my dad took her for his own sick pleasure and used her hard and rough. And then when he’d refused to pull out…

  My stomach twisted in knots as I recalled those long, torturous moments as he came in her. And when he finally pulled out, I had to watch as my dad’s cum spilled from her pussy. I used to love watching creampie porn, but that was ruined. I knew I’d never be able to watch one of those videos again without seeing visions of my dad taking my girlfriend without protection.

  What if he’d gotten her pregnant? I didn’t even want to think about it. Hopefully, since it only happened once, there was nothing to worry about.

  I glanced over at Emily again and the expression on her pretty face yanked me out of my thoughts. Her cheeks were flushed and her soft pink lips were parted, like we were watching a thriller instead of the stupid romantic comedy my mom had picked out.

  My eyes dropped lower, moving over the curve of her breasts and her flat stomach until they reached her thighs, spotting the reason for the change in Emily. My dad’s large hand was resting on her thigh, just under where her skirt ended.

  “What are you doing?” I cried. I looked up, meeting his eyes.

  He flashed me a taunting grin. “Emily, why don’t you come sit on my lap?”

  It wasn’t a question. It was a command, and one that my girlfriend quickly obeyed. Emily scooted over and moved onto his lap. She shot me a pleading look, but I didn’t know what she expected me to do. I wanted to protest, to tell him that his sick game had gone on for too long and that I would tell my mom and Emily’s parents what really happened. But I knew they wouldn’t believe me.