Child of the Storm - Sex Stories

Child of the Storm

... free. Years of working as a mechanic in his own string to auto repair had left him strong. The front of his body pressed against my back and I could feel his erection pressing into my ass. “Your boobs spilling out of that tank top, your shorts pulled up your ass crack. You hanging on the arm of the snot nosed kid you got these from.” His free hand was roaming over my body. I was scared, but my body liked it. He pressed himself up against me fully and whispered in my ear. “I saw the two of you, you know. I wasn’t stupid.” His voice had a funny quality to it. “Saw you giving him a blowjob on the swing out back. Him eating you out in the backseat of his car in my driveway. But the worst of all? You two fucking on the living room couch.” His free hand reached around and headed under the waistband of my underwear. He began fingering me roughly and I was surprised how wet I was. Two fingers entered and he was strumming my clit with his thumb as the fingers moved in and out of me. My ass was dancing against his hardness as my titties were smashed against the kitchen counter. “I loved you! And you looked so much like her, you still do! I needed to be held, comforted, but you, you selfish bitch, you gave all your love to that PUNK!” He was really frigging me for all he was worth. Suddenly without warning, he let go of my neck, grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me over to the kitchen table. Grabbing me by the throat, he forced my ass up and onto the table as my legs dangled over the ...

... side. Keeping his hand on my throat, he walked between my legs. His ever present dad-boxers were nowhere to be seen and his massive uncut cock stood stiff and proud. He fumbled with the pee hole of my little boy underwear and before I could react, he jammed himself into me. My hands were free, so I slapped him. Hard. He caught my arms and used one hand to pin my arms and used the other to start choking me. “Fight me will you, you little bitch? Your mother loved it hard and nasty, and from what I saw of you on the couch with your boyfriend, you’re just as much of a pain slut as she was!” He punctuated his words with savage pumps in and out of my sloppy wet pussy. He was right, I was really getting off on this, but I couldn’t let him know that. “Let me go you son of a bitch!” I grated out. “Raping your daughter right on the kitchen table. I ate breakfast here as a schoolgirl. We made that vinegar volcano for the school fair right here. Right here where you are hate-fucking your daughter.” I could see the anger on his face. I knew from the fights that mom an dad used to have that he never backed down when he got this way. “Go on then, fuck me! But you better watch yourself old man. I might just come all over your fucking cock just to spite you. You want to hurt me? Go ahead, you wouldn’t dare.” He let go of my arms but not my neck. I pulled the tanktop over my head and released my breasts. I grabbed onto his other hand and pulled it to my boob. He took it and squeezed till it ...