While My Boyfriend Watches (4 page)

“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 to 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.

“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 told 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.