He Said His Name Was Dick Pt 01

He Said His Name Was Dick Part one

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Author's Note: These stories belong to me and as such I do not authorize anyone to use them. The story is about dick and infidelity and marital strife some light BDSM, It's entirely fiction.

"Her ass is like a black woman's, but she's pale white with freckles and so pretty. I know, she doesn't talk to me much since Teddy left. Well she saw me with Mel, I can't bullshit about that. He's in New Zealand for God's sake, (pause) Fuck I'm forty and pregnant. Talk to her, you're her aunt Sis. About what? Really? About how not to get pregnant and suck dick instead, okay, I love you too."

It was memorial day, I slept in, Mom was talking to Aunt Betty about me. My name is Emma Moss, I'm a senior in high school at Ballard High School, but our home is along the channel that leads into the Lake Washington Ship Canal locks that connects Puget Sound and Salmon Bay then Lake Union and finally Lake Washington. It's a single story house on the street, but it has a daylight basement. I was hung over from the night before and was laying in the sun, it was seventy five, with a breeze.

Mom was talking to her sister Betty as I heard my mom's side of it. She's worried about me getting pregnant, Aunt Betty took me to Planned Parenthood last fall on my eighteenth birthday, so I AM on the pill and I am going out with a couple of guys, but not exclusive with anyone. I am on the cheer squad and I'm probably going to a school in Newburg, Oregon (George Fox) and I'm going to run track. Intermediate stuff for cross country in the fall, both indoors and outside, the spring track five thousand meters.

The big family hullabaloo I caused was when I came home from partying on senior skip day and went in the house from the basement door, my room was down there, but I heard my mom getting railed and I crept upstairs. What I saw was revelatory, mom was bent over the back of the couch and her boss Mel was just destroying her and he was a huge man, six foot nine or so, a former college basketball player and black of course and she was shrieking about how she loved him and other nasty shit.

My battery was charged in my smart phone and I filmed three five minute segments of near professional quality porn. I had an anonymous (made up name Hotmail account) email account and sent three separate emails, because the attachments were large, to my dad and two sisters Kelli and Steffi. My name is Emma Duffin and my dad is Teddy Duffin. He is an analyst with the Navy but that's all I know.

I'm eighteen. Kelli is twenty five and Steffi is twenty eight. I was an oops, mom was on the pill, and after the Mel event, my dad checked for my paternity and I was his, yay! I love him.

So the day I turned into Sofia Coppola with my directorial debut, I had just come from Sam's apartment, Sam Beachner, the assistant football coach, he had the day off because of the sneak and his wife is a flight attendant. He is tall and blond from Nebraska, six foot three inches tall and two hundred fifteen pounds of weight room perfection, with a gorgeous dick. It's pink and thick and cut, bent to the left. When he fucks me, the bend means he strokes my g-spot in and out.

We fuck a lot, he professes love for his wife to me, but supposedly when he dreams he calls out my name and they had a huge fight. He made up some shit about Emma from high school in Scottsbluff, Nebraska.

Anyway, when I was filming my opus I leaked a bunch of cum out of my sloppy cum bucket, which dad blamed on mom, which she knew was not her, but she was confused as she had passed out at different points.

My dad within days, got transferred down under to Australia. He'd been down there for a month and his Seattle attorney Ezekiel Feinberg, filed for divorce. Even though Washington is a no fault state, he cited adultery to influence money going to mom and where I'd live.

Our graduation ceremony was in Climate Pledge Arean at Seattle Center arena. I had an old 1990 midnight blue Isuzu Trooper, five speed, four by four, stout big fore banger, tuned exhaust that Dad had rebuilt for me and was carrying my cap and gown out to my rig and fucking Mel was extricating himself from a black Escalade. He was tall for sure but he was fat too and I could smell his stank outside..

I laid down the gown on the backseat of my Trooper. I had a twenty three inch waist. I had cut out the legs of a boy's pair of jeans and left most of the crotch in place. The crotch barely covered my red bush, through my legs and up my butt crack to the waist. It was hard to pull the waist over my ass, leg by leg but I did. I had serious booty jiggle. I had white cotton anklets on with primroses around the top and my four inch heel red, open toed pumps, and my nails pink to match my pink nail extensions. I had a white wife beater up top, that was a wee bit too small, no bra my C-Cup girls showing lots of side boob and cleavage both.

I was back in the house, mom, Kelli and Steffi were there and they were going to the ceremony and I hear this fuck say, "Girl, cover yo ass up, no child of mine be strutting that out in public."

I turned around and said, "Hey fuck, you're a homewrecker, fucking a married woman, I'm not nor never will be your child, she's not divorced yet, you're not welcome to attend my graduation, there's no tickets for you. Another step and they're dialing 911, there's a cop family next door, very white cop who'll shoot your ass and ask questions later. So, " I said turning to mom, "you're moving into his house with his three hundred pound wife? Or are you just a side piece?"

He picked me up and shook me and said, "I going to beat your ass, showing me no respect."

"Put her down now, on your knees, hands behind your neck."

"Now or three tasers from Seattle Policemen will strike you."

He dropped me and I moved away towards Kelli and he stood there glaring at me and they tased him and he went to his knees and not any further and he took a riot stick to his head and was down. They used zip ties on his wrists because the cuffs were too small. The fire department came and he was put on a gurney and strapped down, and away they went.

I ran to Mr. Cook our neighbor and hugged him and said, "Thank you uncle Rob," he was Dad's best friend.

"He said to mom, "Elaine you need a lawyer, this house is Bill's pre-marital and in a trust. You've been served and you must move out and it enjoins you and him with no contact with Emma. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The graduation ceremony was lame and long. Went to a few parties and made an appearance, shared a blunt, had a nice buzz on and spent the night with Sam. I had hickies all around my neck and on my titties. I sucked his dick really slow and edged him for about an hour and finally he came in my mouth and I swallowed which was a first with us. I laid my head on his chest. I could hear his heart pounding.

"Sammy I've fallen in love with you. I'm not a homewrecker. I'm just a stupid girl who you made into a woman. I'm going away to school tomorrow and start preparations for cross country fall season. Fix things with your wife or end them, but we're done. Thank you baby," I gathered my stuff and went out to the Trooper and once in the seat, with the seatbelt on, leaned forward and put my forehead on the steering wheel and wept. Gut wrenching sobs. I was every bit as bad as my mom, maybe worse.

I drove home, I got there about eleven thirty and nobody was there. Mom's clothes were gone. There was a brief note on the kitchen counter, "Emma, I made a terrible mistake, I don't love Mel, I was lonely and was seduced. I am at your Aunt Betty's place, should you need me. I still love your dad and my daughters. I'm kind of like Humptie Dumpty, everything is broken and I can't put it together again. ~ Mom

I went down to my room and my packing was basically done, I had two lap tops, lots of sweats, underwear and bras, tee shirts, some toys an egg vibrator and a little pink vibe.

My journals, with short story drafts and poems. A copy of Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar, a old copy of Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut that was my Dad's and that I've re-read twice already.

I peeled off my self made Daisy Dukes or tried to and it was talking too long, I walked down the hall to the bathroom and got some scissors and cut the crotch out and cut the leg open from the buttons to the pockets and pulled them off. I pulled off socks and the wife beater. I took a shower and scrubbed body wash, a lemon scent that I liked and shampooed with some cheap combo conditioner and let it sit in my hair for a bit, then rinsed.

I dried myself off and looked in the mirror. My face was pale white almost totally covered with freckles. I have high cheekbones, my cheekbones are concave and I have defined jawline to a softly rounded chin and large soft heart shaped lips with my upper lip convening at my philtrum, the cleft between my upper lip and my nose, which is upturned and straight. My eyebrows are entirely red and thick.

I had some small hoops in as earrings and I took them out. My hair was orangish, which contrasted nicely with my freckled skin. My entire body was freckled. Mom had talked about my spectacular ass. Sammy worshipped it, regularly ate it and preferred doggy just so he could watch it shake when he fucked me, said it made his balls boil. I am five foot ten and weigh one hundred and twenty five pounds, give or take. I have well-toned abs from doing plyometrics, planks etc. on a large ball. My track coach Ms. Jackson said if my abs were real I could run fast and it would help me breathe, that plus yoga for flexibility helped me run long distances plus be able to kick.

George Fox was a Quaker, but the college was fundamentalist protestant and we were lapsed Catholics. I think we quit going to Church when I was in the sixth grade and looking back, I think my mom was cheating on my dad and got caught and they went to counselling and then we just did not go.

Mom from that point forward as I silently watched her repulsed me. She flirted with every male she encountered to one degree or another. One time in the ninth grade, she was carrying on with Mr. Cook and dad was watching her and she'd look back at dad, like she was teasing him.

That night, my sisters were gone at this point, dad was in his office and I went up to her said, "That was gross watching you flirt with Mr. Cook, are you fucking him?"

She had the most bizarre reaction and smiled at me and said, "I'm just having some fun."

I said, "Dad doesn't think it's fun, I know your marriage is a mess, you should think about it."

She said, "Our marriage is fine Emma, stop it."

I responded, "Then why does he sleep in Kelli's old room?"

I have no evidence, but I just realized that Dad was hanging around because of me. I was not going to miss being around her.

I was still standing in front of the mirror. I took out my earrings and threw them on the counter in the bathroom. I got some nail polish remover and caught both my finger nails and toenails clear.

I didn't want coaches or advisors giving me the slut shame look. Just basic. I put on some boy short panties and some Ballard sweat pants and a Mariner tee shirt. Blue converse runners and went upstairs and out the front door to my Trooper and fired her up and headed east and across fifteenth west and onto Nickerson and ultimately across the Fremont bridge and turned right on thirty ninth and went my way up to Kelli's place. She shared this nice old house with this couple, they all taught at the University of Washington, or as in Kelli's case was working on a doctorate in American Literature.

I was expected for brunch-fast, the couple Louise and Oliver had two girls seven (Suzy) and nine (Marie). We had coffee and I was sitting in this overstuffed chair and they were across from me on a large couch and Suzy was on Kelli's lap and Kelli looked like her mom and was nuzzling her hair. We were talking about me leaving, schools and stuff and Suzi said, "I got to go bathroom Mom."

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I realized Suzi looked just like her mom. I didn't say anything and averted my eyes. I stood up and carried the coffee cup into the kitchen and set it down on a counter, breakfast was almost ready.

I returned to the living room and said, "I'll probably be back in the spring, I'll be running cross country in the fall and track in the spring. Suzi is a beautiful girl Kelli, does she know we're related?"

I walked out the door. Nothing was said, to tell me to come back. I fired up my Trooper and headed over to Steffi's place, who lived in the uptown area on the south slope of Queen Anne Hill.

Steffi was thirty three and divorced, no kids. She lived in an old apartment house, converted to a condominium near Kinnear Park. Miraculously I found a parking space and rang her bell by the front entrance and she answered, I said, "Hey Steff it's Emma, do you have a second?"

She buzzed me in. Her place faced into the hill, which meant it was cheaper, but much cooler in the summer. I came off the elevator and she was waiting for me and there was a woman sitting on the couch in a pink robe, with some coffee and she stood and said, "I'm Alexi and Steffi's fiancée, "and opened her arms for a genuine hug.

I said, "Nice to meet you, I'm Emma. How long have you guys been together?"

She said, "We just had our third anniversary!"

"When's the wedding?"

"In four weeks over at St. Paul's Episcopal on Roy street."

"All the invitations out?"

"For sure, in March. Kelli's the matron of honor."

I said, "I just found out Kelli has a seven year old daughter an hour ago, so matron and not maid and you're cool for sure."

"I would have stayed to attend the wedding instead of going to school early for track stuff, but since I was not invited, there's probably not room, catering and all. Oh by the way did you like the slide show at my graduation Steffi, I thought the track pictures were cool?"

Steffi said, "Way cool Em!"

I said, "There was no slide show. The fucking tickets cost me fifty dollars."

I stood up and said, "Alexi, I'm her baby sister, most definitely hers by a paternity test and I've always worshiped both her and Kelli. Couldn't have treated me worse than if I was an ax murderer."

Finally Steffi said, "Before you were born, the family was perfect. Everything went to shit after you were born."

"So I turned mom into a slut?"

End Part one