Chapter 3 Father's dick, Son's dick (II)

He stood up, made to unhook his belt.

"You've been a bad bitch, Jane, and I want to show you how bad bitches are been treated." I didn't say a word. Totally numb from what he wanted to do.

"You've been my father's little slut, and I'm sure you have little or no knowledge of that."

His panties were down. His cock, visibly staring at me. It was relatively big. Huge and gigantic, compared to his father's dick, which I was sure was of the same size when he (his father) was his age.

I watched in amazement as he stood in front of me, stroking his dick. First, slow. His left hand was on it, while his right was bent akimbo on his waist. He was matubating right in front of me. I couldn't help but stare at the handsome young man who was torturing me emotionally and starving me sexually of what should have been inside of me, tearing down my pussy.

"Oooh," he groaned. His head was raised to face the ceiling as the stroking became more intense.

"Fuck, Jane," his tempo, now fast. His moans were triggering all the sexual hormones in my body.

"Do you love what you're seeing, Jane?" He teased me. I could feel another stream of wetness building up once again. I was still recovering from the first orgasm of the night he had made me experience a few minutes ago. My legs were still weak and felt heavy.

He paused. Glowering at me. "I asked you a question, Jane," his hands still on his dick. "Do you love what you're seeing? Fucking reply to me!" He stared with a sullen annoyance. I trembled with fear.

"Ye- Ye- Yes," I anxiously replied. His facial expressions changed. The corner of his mouth turned up, and his front teeth were exposed.

"Now, it's your turn to make me watch you while you touch yourself." His cock was already flaccid as he made to sit on the opposite couch to watch me. The thought of having someone watch me pleasure myself made my chest tighten, but the fantasy was worth trying. The part of the couch where I sat was getting really soaked up with my dripping.

I adjusted my body in a way I could easily access my opening. He kept on staring at me. He was now gently stroking his dick to make it erect once again.

I started massaging the fleshy area on the top of my pubic bone, then I ran my fingers along the outer and inner lips of my vulva. This made me moan softly. The stimulation was getting more titillating. Then involuntarily started rubbing and stroking your clitoris through the hood simultaneously. Then I formed a "V" with my pointer and middle fingers and slid them up and down the sides of the clitoral shaft, amidst finding a rhythm that made me feel good. I had buried my head in the couch and couldn't see that he had resumed another round of masturbation while staring at me.

Then I started moving my fingers faster and harder. My moans were literally filling the room. I then intensified the feeling by applying heavy pressure until I couldn't stop screaming.

"Make sure you don't cum until I ask you to," he ordered from the other end of the room, where he was stroking his own dick.

Then I started using parallel rhythms when playing with my clitoris and vagina at the same time. I then switched up speeds between the two: fast fingers, slow penetration. I loved the experimentation I was having while stimulating my erogenous zones, playing around with various touches.

I started throbbing faster. He started stroking faster, and in a jiffy we both were unleashing cum on each other. He stood up in front of me, positioning his dick to my breast, pouting out his lips towards me, and then poured out the content of his penis on me. It felt hot on my skin. While I, in turn, messed up the couch with my fluids.

We both were inhaling and exhaling rapidly. Him smiling.

"Get up," he ordered. I obeyed without any restraint.

"Have you ever been fucked through your anus?"

"Like, anal sex?" I was oddly elated. Knowing that it has always been my fantasy. To get my ass lubed and fucked. I had always thought about that but never experienced it. All the males I've been with, his father included, all thought it was a fetish and only queer people did that, but here he was. John offering to have my ass eaten up, and it was like he was in my imagination and had read all my thoughts, which was a good omen.

"Yes, I want to eat your ass," he replied nonchalantly, scanning through the room for God knows what, and his eyes finally found what he was looking for. A water-based lube.

"How on God's earth was he able to know such was there?" It was a rhetorical question I couldn't find an answer to till the day we never met again.

He made up for it, and without being told what to do, I had turned my back on him, my upper body resting comfortably on the handle of the couch, my lower body positioned in a way to give him the perfect impression he wanted.

He then applied a bit of lube to the tip of his finger and some more to my ass. His intuition was right. I have never done it before.

"Don't worry, I'd take it easy on you, my lady."

These were the first soothing words he'd extend to me that evening, reassuring me of his kindness to take it easy on me, as it'd be my first time.

He made sure my ass had much more lubricant to ease whichever potential pain that could emanate from the act. His fingers were trimmed so neatly, just like he knew he was going to finger me through my ass hours ago before he came.

Then, he slowly slipped his finger inside of me, millimeter by millimeter. At first, it felt like all the hormones in my body were electrified, as I was so shocked involuntarily.

He paused as he threw a sharp glance at me.

Then he asked, "Is it painful?"

I couldn't say anything as my eyes rolled, and I let out a soft sigh.

"Ummmm...just go on. Please," I said, wincing.

It felt painful, but I didn't want to tell him that.

I wanted this.

Hell, yeah!

I was fucking' ready for this.

He cocked an eyebrow at me, concern flashing in his eyes as he nodded.

Then, he resumed again. This time, he went real slow, and I could feel my hole stretch one more time.

My feedback was the motivation he needed to do more. Then he started all over, this time, going in slower and deeper. I loved it. It felt so good in a painful but pleasurable way.

I'd never know how much I have always wanted anal penetration until he tried inserting his fingers into me. The more slowly he had penetrated me, deeper and deeper with his finger, it felt reasonably comfortable.

He paused as he threw a sharp glance at me.

Then he asked, "Is it painful?"

I couldn't say anything as my eyes rolled, and I let out a soft sigh.

"Ummmm...just go on. Please," I said, wincing.

It felt painful, but I didn't want to tell him that.

I wanted this.

Hell, yeah!

I was fucking' ready for this.

He cocked an eyebrow at me, concern flashing in his eyes as he nodded.

Then, he resumed again. This time, he went real slow, and I could feel my hole stretch one more time.

"If it becomes slightly uncomfortable, please tell me to stop moving."

"It is," I muttered.

He paused, then kept his finger still for a minute or two, allowing my sphincter to relax around his finger and open up. When the pain had subsided, he pushed a little deeper.

He'd stop at intervals. Continue. Pause. Continue until I am able to get used to it. Then he added a second finger, cautious and slow.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded in affirmation. "But I want you to be on your back so I wouldn't feel much pain, please," I pleaded. With my eyes. He adhered. I have once read that it was the most comfortable position to start having anal sex, and it was with your man on his back so that you are in control. I knew it'd be a lot harder for him to thrust into me, and it's much easier for me to control how deep I can take him and how fast he thrusts. I was ready to break my anus's virginity. If there was any word like that. I chuckled at the silly thought.

I got him to lie down on his back. "Please, do NOT thrust into me. Instead, remain still while I do my thing," he obliged.

I then took hold of the lube that was lying on the table, and after applying some lube to his fully erect and on my backside, I carefully straddled him on my knees like in the Cowgirl position.

Then I grabbed his penis and slowly guided it inside my anus. Making sure to take my time.

When he was completely inside of me and couldn't go any deeper, I slowly raised my body up and down.

I was taking my time and doing it slowly so as not to hurt myself, and thank goodness, he wasn't much of a rough fucker.

I was going up and down on top of his dick. I stopped. To make myself relax, allowing my sphincter muscle to relax.

He had just laid down, not thrusting. Just caressing my body. His touches were making me crazy. I felt more comfortable moving up and down on him; he read the handwriting on the wall and started getting himself involved a little more by thrusting himself, not forgetting that I was still in control.