I Can't Help That I'm A Slut (2 page)

His hand rested on top of my ass for a few
seconds, and then it slid down over the edge of my skirt to the
skin showing at the top of my leg to the right of my pussy. I
wasn’t sure how to react or what I was supposed to do now so I just
stayed there, bent over with my right hand on the door of the
refrigerator as I saw his left hand reach over my shoulder into the
refrigerator and set his beer down in there before withdrawing and
grabbing my hip firmly.

His right hand slid across
the skin of my ass ever so gently making me shiver, then I felt his
finger rubbing against my exposed pussy lips. I think I gasped,
I
know
I reached
out with my left hand and grabbed a hold of the shelf inside the
refrigerator to help steady myself. I could feel my pussy getting
wet in response to his caress, and then he slipped a finger into
me, not very far only maybe to his second knuckle. I responded by
arching my back and sticking my ass farther up in the air toward
his finger.

I could hear the smile in Jon’s voice now
almost as much as I could hear the beer, “You like teasing me don’t
you?” I didn’t answer except to gasp again a little as he pulled
his finger out and then started slowly fucking me with it. He
crooked it forward as if to say “come here” until he was dragging
it along the front wall of my now soaking pussy every time he
pulled it out of me. My knees were growing weak and I wasn’t sure
how long I could stay in this position bent almost in half but I
didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to keep going more than anything
I had ever wanted in my life.

Jon suddenly pulled his finger out of me and
I thought the whole thing was done until he pulled me backwards by
the hand still on my hip. He guided me a few feet to the left of
the refrigerator kicked the door shut. Then stepping in behind me
until his body was pressed against mine he grabbed both my hands
from behind me and placed them on the counter in front of me,
sliding his hands up my arms slowly as he leaned forward and
pressed his lips to my neck.

Jon began to nibble and kiss at my neck and
ear. It drove me wild the way he would gently bite my earlobe. He
thrust forward into me and I could feel his hardness through his
blue jeans digging into my ass. I pressed my ass back into him and
moaned as his hands came around me, feeling across my chest and
squeezing my breasts. He gently pinched my nipples between his
fingers and made me shiver again as he whispered into my ear “I’m
going to give you the fucking you’ve been asking for Kyra. I’ve
wanted to do this for a long time. Did you think I didn’t notice
the way you walked around here showing me your pussy?”

“I w-w-w-wanted you to see my pussy Jon.” It
was all I could do to get out a semi coherent sentence just then. I
was scared of losing my virginity; I wasn’t even on the pill. Was I
supposed to tell him that, hell I didn’t know? I wondered if he was
going to use a condom but I was way too caught up in the moment to
say anything now.

One of his hands was behind me now and I
could hear him pulling his thick leather belt open, then zipper,
then his hands left my body altogether while he kicked his jeans
off and pulled his shirt up and over his head. Now naked, he stood
behind me and grabbed my hips. He stuck a foot between mine and
kicked my legs farther apart almost knocking me down since I wasn’t
exactly experienced at walking in heels, not to mention keeping my
balance with men kicking at my feet.

His urgency and his roughness was
surprisingly turning me on though. I had never expected my first
time to be like this. I guess until then I had always had the girl
fantasy of Prince Charming the tender lover, making love to me in a
way that girls always tend to dream about, sighing and oohing and
ahhing. Jon was rough; he wasn’t planning on making love to me,
anything but in fact. He was going to fuck me like I was a whore,
and realizing that made me want him even more. Maybe that makes me
sick, I don’t know and I don’t care. If a whore is what I am, then
so be it. I’m a happy and content whore then.

Jon reached around the front of me and placed
his left hand on top of mine, lacing his fingers through mine on
the counter top. I felt his dick against my ass cheek searching for
my pussy. He grabbed it with his hand and guided it to my wet pussy
lips. Then he spit on his hand and rubbed it on the length of his
cock. Grabbing his dick again he brought it straight to my pussy.
It took him some pushing to get the head through my tight opening
and he just about had it when I turned and looked at him over my
shoulder saying “I’m a virgin, Jon.”

He paused for a few seconds and looked at me,
and then he grinned, kissed me on the mouth passionately, his
tongue exploring the depths of mine. “Don't worry; it’ll only hurt
for a few minutes.”

As soon as the last word was out of his
mouth he shoved forward into me. It felt like someone had knocked
the wind out of me. I felt like someone was splitting me open,
prying me apart. My head was spinning and I swear I actually felt
the tearing deep down in my soul. Jon pulled out of me, and then
shoved forward again and again. Every time just a tiny bit more of
his huge dick was disappearing inside of me.

My teeth were clenched against the pain and
there were tears running down my face. Finally I felt his stomach
against my back and he stopped thrusting, he was all the way inside
of me. He squeezed my hand, the hand that was still intertwined
with his on the counter; he kissed back up my neck to my ear, and
then turned my head toward his with his other hand. He kissed my
mouth and bit my bottom lip. Then he pulled back and looked at me,
looked into my tear filled eyes.

“Fuck you’re such a hot little slut. The way
your make up ran, turned into raccoon eyes, that’s so fucking hot.”
Then he began to slowly fuck me. He lied. It was more like ten
minutes later before it started to feel good. I don’t think he
cared though; my tears were turning him on. The whole thing was
turning me on to be honest. I may have been crying my eyes out in
pain, but it was still indescribably sexy. I wasn’t sure how much
of my wetness down there was blood or just honest to God wetness
but I didn’t care either. Jon just fucked me through my tears, by
the time the pain stopped and it started to feel good he was
pounding me hard, the way that I saw him fuck my mother.

I knew he was saying more things to me
throughout this time but I can’t remember them, the pain was too
much to focus on anything else. I think I remember him saying
things like “Take my dick, you little whore. You like getting
fucked? Are you gonna like it when I cum up inside of you?” I think
that’s the kind of stuff he was saying because that’s the kind of
thing he was saying for the rest of the time we fucked after I
stopped crying.

When it stopped hurting I started fucking
back into him. He reached up, his hands sliding over my body and he
pulled my little black dress up over my head and threw it aside.
Once my tits were free he went back to fucking me so hard it was
like he was trying to push me through the counter. Every time his
huge dick slammed into me it felt like it was hitting my stomach.
The feel of this huge cock opening me up, filling me up, made me
feel so sexy. No wonder my mom was in love with this man, no wonder
people had sex! I was hooked now, world look out.

Jon suddenly pulled out of me, and grabbing
my arm he spun me around to face him before he pushed me to my
knees in front of him on the floor. I was staring straight at his
dick, it was only about two inches from my face and he was stroking
it. I looked up at him as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and
pulled my head back, “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.
Cum sluts should learn to love the taste of cum.”

I did as I was told and waited, staring up
into his eyes with my mouth open and my tongue out. He stroked his
dick for about twenty seconds more before he grunted and thick
white ropey tendrils of cum sprayed out. The first one landed on my
face stretching from my mouth up across my face towards my left
eye. The second one went straight into my mouth and landed on my
tongue, but it was the third one that got me. The third one
splashed straight into my right eye. Most men have no idea how much
cum in your eye burns. I immediately closed my eyes and gasped in
pain. Jon laughed as he finished cumming across my face.

He let go of my hair and I began trying to
wipe cum out of my eye, there on the floor in front of him. I
wasn’t wearing anything now except black open toed heels and thigh
high fishnet stockings. I just sat there rubbing at my eye and
thinking about the taste of his cum. It was hot and salty, but it
wasn’t bad. It was sort of weird, almost creamy and a little sweet
as an after taste.

Jon reached down and picked
up his clothes, then he grabbed his beer out of the fridge and
walked back into the living room. Just like that, he didn’t say
anything else or even look at me. Now
that
was fucking hot. I was right. He
did just want to use me. I was like some sort of teenage
masturbation tool for him. What did he call me? A Cum Slut. So I
was.

The next day I went to Planned Parenthood and
I took the Plan B pill. I also got a year’s supply of birth control
pills. Thank God for them. When I told Jon about going there and
what all I had done he just looked at me and grunted, and then went
back to cleaning his service pistol. I made sure to tell him that
it would be about two weeks before the pill was good to go. He
didn’t answer or even acknowledge that he heard me talking which
made the conversation pretty awkward for me. I just sort of turned
and walked away.

We still hadn’t talked more than necessary a
few days later. I was getting ready for school in the morning, my
mother left for work at about 7:00, I had to leave by 7:30 if I was
going to get to school on time and have any hope whatsoever of
finding parking. So I woke up at 6:30 like I usually did and walked
done the hall to the bathroom to pee, as I passed my parent’s room
I could hear the unmistakable sounds of fucking. I stopped to
listen and made a little pouting face that the door was closed
tight and I couldn’t see anything. I could hear my mother grunting
though and as I leaned into the door I heard Jon’s voice “Cum on my
dick, that’s it, cum on my cock.”

I could hear my mother
gasping and making the sexiest little sounds, she was panting,
breathing hard and grunting. When she was done I heard movement and
disappeared into the bathroom as fast as I could. About thirty
seconds later their door opened and my mother came out. She walked
past the bathroom where I was pretending to look in the mirror and
I saw her pulling her skirt down and trying to straighten it. The
thought of Jon fucking her and loading her with his cum right
before she walked out the door for work was so amazing, I
had
to fuck him
again.

It was probably about 7:20 and I was almost
done putting my make up on in the bathroom upstairs. I heard a
noise and turned from the mirror to see Jon casually leaning
against the door frame with his arms crossed. I just turned back to
the mirror and puckered my lips running the bright red lipstick
across them. When I was done I put it back into the case and set it
behind the sink.

I was about to turn around when I felt Jon’s
hand grab my shoulder and spin me around to face him. I stood there
looking up into his eyes, his chest pressed against mine. He was so
close my ass was pressed against the counter and the sink. I smiled
at him and whispered “Hey you, you’re gonna make me late.”

“I’ll write you a note,” he said with a
lopsided grin, “You have something better to do than school right
now.”

His hands came up to either side of my face
and he kissed me hard on the lips, his tongue exploring my mouth
while he pulled my face against his. Then he pulled my head away
and pushed me down to my knees in front of him with both his hands
on my shoulders. I knew what he wanted now. While he undid his belt
and started to unzip his pants I looked up into his eyes. “I heard
you fucking Mom this morning. I think that’s hot. I was listening
at the door.”

Jon’s eyes flashed with animal lust and he
practically ripped his pants off kicking them across the floor.
Then he reached out and grabbed my pony tail with his right hand.
He pulled my head back roughly until I was staring straight up at
him. “You like that huh? You like listening to your own mom get
fucked? You like listening to me fuck other women?”

“Oh my God yes! Last summer I watched you
fuck her. I watched you ride her. It was so hot watching your big
dick slide in and out of her.” I was about to cream my pants
without him even touching me anymore other than to kiss me and half
rip my hair out.

“I’m glad you like that, now you can clean
your mom’s and my cum off my dick you little whore.” Then Jon
thrust huge swollen dick at my face, holding it out with his left
hand and aiming my head by the hand still gripping my pony tail.
“Open up slut, no teeth or I’ll have to spank you.”

I opened up like a good girl and started
sucking. I had given a hand job to my boyfriend my junior year, and
another one to a guy I made out with at a party a few months ago
but this was my first blow job. Just like when he fucked me and
took my virginity, Jon was not gentle breaking in my mouth either.
He didn’t care if I was gagging on his dick, I think he liked it.
He was practically fucking my mouth like it was just another
pussy.

Jon was talking to me the whole time, but I
had trouble understanding or focusing on what he was saying through
all of this. Some of it got through the fog of the pain and gasping
though. “You like the way your mom’s pussy juice tastes? You like
cleaning up my dick after I fuck your mom? Maybe one day I’ll let
her clean my cock off after I fuck you, would you like that?” Of
course I didn’t give any sign of even hearing him gagging as I was,
but that didn’t stop him or even slow him from keeping up the
dialogue.