Chapter 1
Stella Rauth's mother Marianne ranted when her youngest daughter announced she wouldn't be going to college.
As the sparks began to fly, her father David intelligently yelled he was going for a walk and disappeared. When he returned the house was still standing, nothing inside appeared broken and mother and daughter were in their respective bedrooms at opposite ends of the house, doors shut.
With dinner overdue, the lanky and graying David made two stiff martinis and went to his self-perceived near-mortally wounded wife. Opening the door, he said cheerfully, "Hi, want to eat out?"
"Yes, oh god, give me that drink and don't invite that little bitch."
They discussed the dilemma quickly, the drink working wonders. The expensively maintained Marianne drained her glass and looked at her husband's half-filled glass. He handed over his glass and said wisely, "After all you years of dedicated input you are faced with this."
"Oh darling, thank you for your sympathy and understanding. I am feeling as if Stella has severely clubbed me."
David didn't want too much of this I-feel-so-sorry-for-myself performance and stood and at the door suggested, "Perhaps I'll have a quiet word?"
"Oh darling, would you? Perhaps we ought to take the little bitch with us."
David nodded, concealing his smile. That sounded like Marianne was getting use to the idea already.
"I'll be back soon," he said reassuringly.
The vivacious Stella with her brown hair unwashed and neglected, greeted him brightly.
"Hi dad, how much did it cost to send Nathan to college? Being an accountant that total sum will be imprinted in your mind. I recall you saying it was up 20% on what you spent on Jennifer."
David said approximately $68,000.
"You always said paying to put us through college was our entitlement, dad."
"That's true."
"I've told mom I'm not going to college. Wow, you would have thought I was telling her I was pregnant. She screamed and attempted to slap me but I was too quick for her, but she would have told you all that and now you have been sent to screw me down."
"Well, as..."
"Dad, I'm still speaking. You are a businessman and here's the deal. If I go to college for four years, the bill is will top $85,000 easily. So, I don't go to college."
"Instead, I accept from you a gratuity of $18,000 a year for four years paid monthly, which means you end up $13,000 better off so be careful about taking mom's side on this one dad. You know I articulate well, am pretty with oodles of confidence and so I'm bound to do better without my degree than the majority of my girlfriends who get their degree."
"By paying me that stipend, your conscience will be left clear and you have more money left in your pocket and a stipend is better than me asking for the $85,000 to buy a business as soon as I finish high school. Is this the end of this conversation, dad?"
"What will you mother say?"
"We don't tell her. You just say I could change my mind about not going to college and leave it up in the air and by the time I graduate from high school I will have worn her down by then."
David scratched his knee instead of his balls.
"This is bordering on deception."
"I'm glad you raised that dad. I did note your emphasis on 'bordering'?
"Huh?"
"With that objection dealt with, do you have any other misgivings? Of all the girls in my class, who would you rate as the girl most likely to succeed, with or without a degree?"
"You pet."
"Awe, daddy, I knew you'd come through for me. Has mom called me a little bitch?"
"Well, um, ah."
"Daddy, you're not very good at handling women. So, take your instructions from me. Go to mommy now and say you have persuaded me to rethink my position and no way must you suggest you have tilted me. The words to say are 'persuaded her to rethink' Have you got that?"
"Yes."
"Thanks. Now go and take her another drink and screw her and I'll order take-outs."
"Stella!"
"What?"
"Err, we are all going out to dinner. I'll tell your mother the current issue is not up for further discussion at this point in time."
"At this point in time? God dad, why tack that useless pedantic phrase on to your sentences?"
"Search me."
"Do we have a deal on my stipend?"
"I'll let you know."
"Dad, my guess is you're not going to discuss it with her because if you do, she'll murder you. Just leave me in charge. Do we have a deal on my stipend as I outlined?"
"Yes."
"Oh, thanks darling daddy. Do you want to play with my pussy?"
"Stella!"
Leaving that room at speed, David returned to Marianne with another drink.
"No, I'm better now. You drink it. Those other drinks were strong. So just how far did that little bitch twist you around her ass?"
"I believe I have negotiated a breakthrough. She's agreed to reconsider."
Marianne sighted and scratched an armpit.
"Oh yeah, that's progress," she said sarcastically. "Lock the door and let's screw. You know a hot argument always leaves me horny."
David pulled off his jacket and placed it on bedroom sofa. His wife already was down to her bra and panties. He undid his tie and as he placed it over his jacket Marianne called hoarsely, "Come on, what are you doing?"
"I'm coming."
"I trust you will, otherwise I'd be furious."
David tossed away his shirt and didn't even have to remove the remainder of his clothing and work up his friend into maximum erection. Marianne just grabbed him and pulled him on to her and grunted, "Stick it in; it will get up as we get going."
The dick jumped erect as if too timid to thwart Marianne's intentions. David unzipped and was struggling with his buckle when Marianne snapped, "Stop wasting time. "Pull it out and push it in."
David obeyed and he eyed the two big bloated breasts, thinking few of the playful women at the office had real tits like this. Feeling more than ready, he slammed into Marianne and bit a tit, making her howl in pain.
"God, take care. Aren't you getting anything extra at the office with all that young cunt circling you all day, fingers working?"
That was the stimulus David needed and he began pounding his wife in the way she wanted. They didn't kiss - she didn't like his five o'clock shadow at this time of day, so he chewed her nipples and slathered saliva over the huge expanse of soft, milky white flesh. At least she liked that.
"God you are thick this evening," she panted and hit around her clit.
David thought of Bellamy the new junior who had a great little ass and now that ass was over his desk and she was spreading her ass cheeks and whimpering.
"Over your tits or up your cunt," he rasped, imagining he was entering Bellamy.
"Up my pussy as far as you can shoot," Marianne gasped, as she turned puce and began convulsing.
David's toes curled as he released the second shot and then a third. He fell on to her.
"God, that was a real fuck," puffed his wife.
"Thanks Bellamy."
"What!"
David knew he'd just used a name that might have been acceptable in the build up to passion but not in Marianne's post-fuck mood. He lied, "Err, Danks Bell Amie is Antonia for 'You are very welcome'. I read it somewhere and hoped to remember it to use at an appropriate moment."
"Oh darling," how sweet, Marianne said, her stomach rumbling. "Toss me a towel darling and you shower while I get dressed. I'm starving."
David cringed thinking of his wife in the restaurant without panties and not having had a shower or at least douched. If Stella wrinkled her nose as said something like "What is that odor?" he'd strangle her.
As he showered, he thought of what Stella had said to him earlier, 'Do you want to play with my pussy?' Stella ought to be sent to juvenile detention facility for a few weekends to be sorted out. No daughter should speak to her father like that and she knew it.
Well, he'd deal with her severely if she ever spoke to him like that again. At least he knew how to control her because she respected her father. Daddy's girl... he rather liked that title and everyone in the family knew it was so. He acknowledged that Marianne had never done anything to try to win over Stella, knowing Jennifer had been mommy's girl and Nathan had similarly favored her.
David, Marianne and daughter had started their mains when Stella said, "Mom, will you cope okay with your friends when you are forced by circumstances to say that I'm not going to college?"
David looked at Stella's in horror.
Marianne's face turned white and her fork dropped to her plate as she reached for her wineglass. She emptied it and David refilled it.
"So, you little bitch, you've sewn up your father?"
"Oh, come on mom, what else do you expect?"
Marianne's eyes searched for David's for support, but he was studying the tablecloth, chest heaving and thinking was this what gave ageing guys a heart attack? Feeling he had to show some support, he reached over and place a hand on his wife's thigh. She promptly grabbed it and thrust it up under her skirt as if to remind him where his loyalty lay.
Stella's parents waited for the sharp-ended attack from their daughter who could fight like an alley cat. But surprisingly - quite amazing really - Stella cut a piece of steak, all eyes on her knife.
"You know mom you win some, you lose some. I turn eighteen in thirteen weeks, and no longer will be a young girl for you to love and pander and educate and discipline. I will be my own woman."
"At eighteen?"
"Yes," Stella said determinedly and David bleated.
"So, I've lost my youngest child?"
"Child, yes," his daughter sighed.
David pulled his hand from his wife's pussy and placed that arm around her and pulled her against him, knowing Marianne would be all he had after his precious Stella left home to make her tiny splash on the world.
He speculated had he acted responsibly in agreeing to the stipend? He thought well a good dad gives their children what they want within reason and in this instance it had been reasonable. Stella had hit him with a request and backed it with solid argument that actually was tipped in his favor financially and the cunning little bitch had known what would turn his mind.
Stella would plow on regardless in life whereas her brother a year out of university with a quality degree in psychology was managing a job placement center on a very low salary because he'd failed to find quality employment.
Nathan's older girlfriend who'd left school at eighteen was on a salary 40% higher than Nathan's, managing the film equipment department for an advertising agency. Jennifer was up and away working as assistant chief librarian at her former university.
