As he pressed my back against the wall using his body while his mouth held me hostage, I wondered briefly the why and how I got in this position. The thoughts left me as his tongue penetrated my mouth between my lips like the jaw of life opening a heavily locked door. It was then I realized my panties were on their way off my body. His hands had found their way under my dress, seeking my truth, the one that I wouldn't admit to. I heard him moan and felt it against my lips as he found what he was looking for. Fingers like his tongue pushed through the lips of my pussy after he removed my panties and my clit. Then like someone pushing a doorbell, he pushed it, punishing with his attentions, and had me loudly proclaiming my desire for him to fuck me. He answered my demand by kissing a trail down the side of my face to my neck where he sucked at the tender skin of my collarbone still with his finger pressing and massaging my clit. By now my dress was barely on my body, the skirt part pushed up to my waist and the top part just underneath my exposed breasts. My bra like my panties had been thrown aside to be replaced with his mouth and hands.
"Why," I asked moaning when he released my mouth to place it on my right nipple while teasing the other.
Because I can... he whispered after releasing my nipple from his mouth with a pop that sent chills of pleasure from my nipple to my clit.
"I am not your type I said and I...I don't like you...Ohhh,God, that feels soo good!" I replied as best as I could. He was now doing something with his fingers and thumb that can be compared to him strumming a guitar. Yes, I was the guitar that he was playing using considerable skill. Fingers, mouth, and his body still dressed he uses all to assault my exposed flesh rendering me almost mindless.
"You are my type, let me show you."
With that said he did, for the next four hour, starting with me naked again under the control of his hands and mouth after stripping me of my appropriate work attire, my moral fortress and took possession of me in the most sensual of ways. He explored and plunged into every opening searching for and finding that spot with a touch that had me melting. Somewhere within that time, he had me believing that I would die cumming as my body danced in orgasmic shivers and quakes. Covered in sweat and my cum I begged for mercy only to have him laugh softly, seductively at me making my toes curl and pussy ache all the more.
"I hate you!!! Why are you doing this??" I choked out from between dry lips and a parched throat from screaming his name.
"Because...he strikes my clit with one finger placing me just on this side of pleasure, I... strikes it again with two fingers... can... strikes it again with three fingers," he said, and my eyes rolled back in my head response as I fell hard into an orgasm. I came, this time, squirting my release all over his face and into his mouth as he lapped at me like a dog drinking water.
When the shakes had subsided enough for me to speak, I chose my words carefully, because the word why as a question only got me into more trouble. Looking down at him as he rested on my tummy and my lower body, he appeared to be sleep.
"I need to go to the bathroom," I whispered
He said nothing and just rolled off me to lay on the lower half of the bed half on and half off.
Walking like a drunkard I made it the bathroom where I locked myself in. I needed space from him to think. I ran a bath and set in it until the water had cooled. With the skin of my fingers wrinkled from being in the water and the soothing warmth is provided I got out of the tub. I hadn't heard anything from the other side of the door for at least an hour. Standing in front of the mirror looking at myself as I brushed my teeth trying to understand how I allowed him to get to me. I knew that this couldn't happen again it would destroy my life. Looking in the mirror, I practiced saying the word no with the woman in the mirror as I watched the fire die in her eyes.
When I left the bathroom dressed in a robe, the windows were open, the bed made and the room straighten. It all had me wondering if I had dreamed the whole thing an idea that I quickly latched onto.
Later having dressed for the day in a black skirt and pink silk tee shirt and matching sandals, I went down stair to find that my husband, John had returned. He was sitting at the dining room table reading the newspaper dress for work in a dark grey suit and white shirt with matching grey tie. John had been away on an overnight business trip.
Hey, honey your back!" I said smiling trying to be bright and cheerful not feeling that way.
"Oh I came back an hour ago, John said not looking up from what he was reading... where is my breakfast?"
The smile on my face died a little, and I chided myself for being upset by his dismissive attitude.
Ok, I will take care that I said smiling brightly trying to rally my sinking cheerfulness. I went into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and of course with coffee.
I fixed plates for John and myself and took my seat at the table, the opposite end from him. We sat there eating in silence, as I knew better than to try to engage him in a conversation...that lesson had been well learned. Twenty minutes into our silent meal my Stepson came down and took his place at the table. At me,he nodded and smiled ever so slightly,then he and his father exchanging simple pleasantries with each other that didn't mean a damn thing. All the while his father never taking his eyes off his newspaper. So that is how we had breakfast until the appointed time when we had a parting of the way. John went off to work I prepared to leave for my teaching position at the local high school. My Stepson had left out before us saying that he had football practice before school. He was a high school senior at the school where I worked. Being the last one to leave the house I checked to make sure doors were locked and I went back upstairs to pick up my backpack. It all happened so fast that I didn't even scream.
He pushed me up against the wall outside of my bedroom causing me to drop my backpack. Going to his knees, he pushed up my skirt with one hand has he grabbed and ripped the silk and lace panties from my body. I heard him moan while trying to catch my breath. Then I felt his mouth on my on my sex parting the lips with his tongue as his fingers squeezed my thighs so hard I am sure he left bruises. He licked, sucked and fucked me with his tongue until I came screaming his name. Unable to stand I slid down the wall as he leaned away from me. I sat there shaking and crying as the orgasm ripped through me.
"I wanted to give you something to think about," he said as he slowly licked his lips wet and shiny from my juice.
"Why?" I whispered like a fool.
"Because I can," he said as he leaned over to kiss me tasting myself on his lips.
I watched as he left me sitting on the floor in the hallway outside my bedroom with my skirt pushed up to my chest and bare below, my panties now nothing more than bits and pieces of black silk and lace thrown along the hallway. He turned and looked back at the damage that he had done and smiled that same smile that he had given me this morning at breakfast. My Stepson, Aiden then turned and walked out of the house closing the door behind him as I wondered what the hell was I going to do.
TO BE CONTINUED