CHAPTER THREE
“God, yes!” I cry.
I grip Stepdad’s arms tightly, struggling to keep myself steady as his cock continues to slam into my pussy, which at the moment is pulsing hard around him with my second orgasm in ten minutes. When this orgasm finally releases me, I cry out as my body shudders underneath him. He groans and I use the last of my energy to grind my hips crazily underneath him as he pulses inside me.
Finally, he pulls out of me, and I can focus on enduring the waves of pleasure that pulse through me. I have no idea how every orgasm he gives me can feel better than the last but the past two months have shown me that I have more to learn than I thought I did about sex.
I’m learning though. Last night I was able to take him all the way in my throat. Only for a second or two but long enough that he cums hard and fast in my mouth. The week before I straddled him and rode him to orgasm instead of letting him fuck me. I feel like a regular goddess now as I watch him tremble a little as he dresses. That was the second orgasm I gave him this morning. The first one was twenty minutes ago when instead of using my mouth like I usually do, I ask him to let me use my hands. My face is still dripping from the results of that handjob.
When he leaves and I head to the bathroom to clean up before starting chores for the day, it occurs to me that sex isn’t the only area I’ve improved in. My chores will take only an hour or so to complete today because I complete them consistently every day and the mountain of work I face early on is now only minor. I graduated high school last week, but I still have college placement tests, so I work on those instead of homework and so far, they seem easy to handle.
I even found a new job as a receptionist for a dentist’s office in town. It’s not the most exciting job in the world but it feels good to have my own money to spend instead of getting boys to buy things for me. I don’t spend most of it, though. Most of it goes into savings so I can use it to support myself when I eventually move out. I hope that day doesn’t come too soon, though. I’m really enjoying the time I have with Daddy.
I really enjoy the change in perspective I’m gaining too. I don’t see work or school or responsibility as an obstacle anymore. Incredibly, I even find I enjoy the feeling of accomplishment that comes at the end of each day. It’s funny to think about but I actually enjoy it more than I enjoyed manipulating others into doing things for me. Before, I felt like I was tricking people into making me look good. Now, I actually deserve the praise I receive from my teachers, employers, and of course my Stepdad.
It comes at a price, though. My ass is almost constantly throbbing from the frequent spankings Stepdad still gives me. I wince when I sit at my desk at work later.
My coworker, Paulina, the other receptionist, notices and says, “Fun morning?”
I giggle and say, “Maybe.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “You’re lucky, Cora. I wish I had a boy to make me feel the way your boy makes you feel.”
“He’s pretty special,” I say.
“So when do I get to know who he is?” she asks.
“At least one more day,” I say.
It’s an ongoing game with us. She tries to determine which of the boys from school is so good in bed that her friend and coworker can’t sit without wincing in pain and always wears a deeply satisfied grin. I keep answering coyly because I can’t tell her that the boy in question isn’t a boy, but a man, and that man happens to be married to my mother.
My mother, who just told us yesterday that her “assignment” is now extended by at least three more months. My smile fades at the recollection. I wish she would just come out and say, “I can’t come home because I’ve decided to keep fucking my coworker a little longer, so I know I missed your graduation, sweetie, but hey, I like his dick, can you blame me?”
On the bright side, I don’t feel guilty about what Stepdad and I do. If she’s going to lie to both of us so she can run around on him, then as far as I’m concerned, I can give Stepdad what she refuses to give and not feel bad about it.
As I drive home, I reflect on the difference between my mom and my stepdad. Mom has never been a very attentive mom. Even before she married my stepdad, she was more interested in her career and the steady stream of men that floated in and out of her bedroom when I was younger.
It wasn’t until Stepdad arrived in our lives that I got to experience a parent who actually cared about me or how my life was going. It used to frustrate me to no end that he was constantly disciplining me and holding me accountable when I would get in trouble at school or shirk my responsibilities. I always saw it as him treating me like a child but now I know that he was trying desperately to give me the structure that I never found anywhere else in life.
Now our relationship has changed and he can get whatever he wants from me without asking but still, his concern is all about me and how well I’m succeeding. He just gives and gives and gives.
I suppose he gets something in return but hey, he deserves it. When I return home that evening, I respond to his greeting by getting on my knees and sucking him quickly and urgently. When he cums, I keep sucking and when he tries to push me away, saying, “That’s enough, Cora,” I pin his arms to his side and keep sucking until he cums a second time. When he finally manages to push me away, he’s finished three times in my mouth and is gasping and struggling for breath.
“What was that for?” he asks.
“Everything,” I say as I straddle him and guide his still-hard, still-pulsing cock into my pussy and ride him to a fourth shuddering orgasm.