I walked back in the lounge 5 minutes later. I stood there and watched his eyes roll up my body. I wore black high heels, mink coloured hold up stockings, a grey school miniskirt that didn't reach my stocking tops, and a white blouse that was tight and sheer enough, to show my braless tits and nipples.
"I, thought you, you were going to get changed?" he stammered.
"I did," I said softly.
I dangled the tiny white panties and my bra from my finger.
"If we are going to do this, this is the only way I can without putting my future at risk. I want to live in America, and this is just a fuck."
He gulped and after a few moments thought, he nodded slowly.
"Gina, we don't have to do this. I mean, if you think it would make things difficult?"
I walked up to him very slowly. I let my panties and bra drop in his lap. I took one of his fags out of his packet and waited with my eyebrows raised, tapping my foot.
He smiled a little and flicked his lighter. I took a big puff of smoke.
"So, are you going to take me to school then, daddy?" I asked softly.
He picked up my panties and bra from his lap, and put them on the table.
"Now what would the other kids and teachers say if you turned up like that?"
I gulped a little.
"They would ask, what I was I doing turning up for school with no bra, and no panties on. They would say I was nothing but a slut, with my stocking tops showing and my ass exposed when I bend over."
"So, I think you should stay home today. Now, pull your skirt up, I want to see if you are telling the truth."
I took hold of the hem of my skirt and pulled it up, very slowly. My legs trembled a little as his eyes gazed at my pussy. I took a drag on the cigarette, holding my skirt up with the other hand. His hands went round the backs of my thighs and he pulled me close to his face.
"You see? I'm a slut," I whimpered, as his lips kissed my pussy.
He moaned and groaned and kissed me hard. I just managed to drop the cigarette in the ashtray. My heels slipped across the floor, as I willingly spread my legs for him. He dropped from the chair to his knees, as he struggled to keep level with my dripping cunt!
"Fucking deeper," I demanded in a hiss, as I held his head.
His tongue and now a finger pushed in my pussy. I was panting as hard as he was. It was like we were both fighting not to show which one of us was more lust filled than the other. His tongue dug deep, and he pulled my pussy lips open with his fingers. He was really working hard on me, as he grunted passionately.
I gripped his hair, pulling his head to me as I pushed my pelvis forward.
"Fucking eat my pussy you bastard!"
He just groaned in response to my breathless words. He pulled his head up and wrenched me down to the floor by my wrist. A cushion was thrown at me and he then grabbed my ankles and yanked them apart.
"Put your head on that, bitch," he snapped, panting hard.
My blouse was ripped open and buttons went flying all round the room. I slapped his face.
"You fucking pig, how can I go to school now?" I spat.
"You are going in whatever strands of clothes you have left, slut," he snarled back.
I grabbed his head and pulled it hard between my legs.
"Just eat me out. I've had 18 year old virgins do more for me than you!" I growled.
I didn't give him time to answer. I mashed his head into my soaked pussy. God his tongue felt like a fucking eel!
We both spent the next few minutes panting and groaning. My legs kicked around on the floor, fuck nose what they thought they were doing?
"Oh my god, this is bloody wonderful," I panted.
My legs were now up off the ground, twitching and jerking around like I don't know what! I was gulping and gasping and feeling such a wonderful sensation running through me. My panting was just like when I gave birth, only this was obviously a much more pleasurable experience. My orgasm went on and on, until I had to just give up and relax everything. Tears filled my eyes because I just couldn't cope with what my ex stepfather had put me through, yes it was that fucking fantastic!
I watched him kneel up between my legs. His mouth hung open and he was panting hard. He looked just as drained as I felt!
He sort of stumbled to his feet, and took a large sip of wine. I propped my still trembling body up on my elbows, and watched him for a while. For some reason I thought of mum, or rather why the fuck she would let a lover like Andrew go!
"Give me some?" I said, holding my hand out.
He grabbed the bottle and flopped down next to me. His shirt was wet with sweat, but that didn't even smell disgusting like most men do. I took a big swig from the bottle and choked a little, a dribble of wine ran out from the corner of my mouth. Andrew sort of half laughed at it as I wiped it with the back of my hand.
"You always were a messy little shit," he said with a chuckle.
"Well, that's your fault, you brought me up," I said, and then took another swig.
"Go fuck yourself," he mumbled, as he snatched the bottle off of me.
"Why, are you worn out, old man?"
He stopped halfway through a swig from the bottle.
"No, but you'll get more than you can handle, after you have washed up."
I snatched the bottle back, and got to my feet.
"Maybe you should fuck me while I wash up, it'll give me something to do to stop me getting bored," I said, staring at him with a straight face.
"Okay get to the sink. I'll give you something to think about while you clean up the dishes."
I filled the bowl and started to wash the plates. Andrew stood behind me for a few moments. He moved closer and I felt him slowly raise my skirt up over my ass. I smiled to myself as he touched my bare backside. He let his hand roll over the curve of my right cheek.
"Steady on, you'll get too excited for your own good," I said sarcastically.
"You really are a bitch Gina, after all the things I've done for you. You can't help it can you?"
I gave a little bored sigh.
"It is not my fault you are a push over," I mumbled.
