SATURDAY
Felicia woke the next morning to Stewart gently petting her vulva. It was his usual 'morning wake up call' when he woke up aroused. She usually enjoyed these advances, which invariably led to a good morning screw, but not on this morning. This morning she wished she could get out of the house without the familial contact. Given what happened to her last night, the last thing she needed right now was to be touched, let alone have intercourse.
She pretended to be sleeping as he slid his finger across her labia. Then shifting his finger further down, he gently massaged and penetrated her opening, before ending his circumnavigation of her vitals at her clitoris. Her moisture came freely to his touch, and belied the mock slumber she was trying to portray.
"You awake?" he asked slyly, knowing that she was.
She grunted a sleepy response, still trying to project a manner that she was still more asleep than awake.
Undaunted by her little game, Stewart added a second finger to her clitoris.
A deep-seated arousal flowed over her, one that she had rarely experienced before, causing her to open her legs involuntarily. Stewart slid his two fingers into her while he maintained contact with her clitoris with his thumb. She stifled a soft moan, as the waves of pleasure increased. It wasn't just Stewart's artful hand manipulations that were sending Felicia over the edge with pleasure, but rather her intense feelings were being driven by her thoughts. One after the other, the pictures that Leosha had shown to her last night flashed across her mind. It wasn't Stewart's fingers that were penetrating her and sending her into euphoric bliss, it became her 'dark ravagers.'
She fixated on that one image. The one Leosha described as Felicia 'getting it' from both ends. The thicker of the two was behind her. His hands clasped strongly on her hips to where she could she the indentations of his fingers into her flesh. She could still picture his thick rod halfway inside of her. How hard was he thrusting into her? She could still see sweat pouring off his face and arms, glistening in the flash of the camera, and the look of absolute animal passion imprinted across his face.
She felt Stewart's probing fingers and imagined it was the other, thrusting his thick cock deeper inside of her.
The thoughts kept coming, darker, more salacious then the last—uncontrollable. She could still feel her 'dark ravager' in front, his hands gripping her head tightly and holding her steady while he thrust into her mouth with the same force as the other was doing from behind. She could picture his cock almost fully in her, and still couldn't believe something so large could fit in such a tiny place. As if by reflex, she opened her mouth a little wider in her dream, allowing her 'ravager' greater access to slide his whole tool inside. She wanted him fully inside her; she needed him there.
Stewart kissed her parting lips, and in so doing wakened Felicia back to full consciousness.
What was she thinking? She felt cheap, tawdry, and dirty. A sudden wave of nausea forced her to bolt upright. Stewart's hand has still massaging her vulva as she clamped her legs tight against it, immobilizing him. She sat still for a moment while both the waves of nausea and euphoria receded.
"What's wrong?" he asked perplexed.
"I can't...," Felicia started to say almost betraying her thoughts, and instead quickly changed the subject, "...I'm going to be late."
"Late? Late for what?"
Felicia dressed quickly, and started to explain, "I told daddy I'd take him to the airport."
It was a lie, of course. Leosha would have brought him to the airport already given that he had an early fight, but Stewart wouldn't have known that.
"When are you going to be back?" he asked.
"Not 'till later. After I drop daddy off I have to bring some food and cook diner for Mrs. Brewster. You know, the old lady who broke her hip..."
Stewart couldn't believe what he was hearing, "That's it? That's all I get? We didn't even do anything. What the hell, Felicia!"
"Please don't swear at me. I'm sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you later."
"That's what you said yesterday."
"Please Stewart, I couldn't help that I got sick..."
"Right," he said with extreme sarcasm, and then continued in a mocking voice, "I don't feel good. I'm too tired. Those were the excuses from last night, weren't they? Those are always your excuses, so don't tell me you couldn't help it. I'm sure tonight it will be that third excuse you always use, 'I just don't feel like it.' Or maybe it will be all three, 'I don't feel like it because I don't feel so good, which is making me tired.'"
"Please, let's not fight about it again. I promise..."
Stewart cut her off with a wave of his hand. He didn't want to hear any more promises or excuses. She was playing him for a damn fool, and he was damn tired of the treatment.
She pecked him on the cheek, and dashed off. He watched her run out the door, and then got dressed. He checked his shirt pocket to see if he still had Xavier's number.
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She knew it was stupid to have run out on Stewart like she had, but she couldn't make love to her husband with those thoughts in her head. She thought that would be worse than the actual deed Leosha had inflicted upon her.
Felicia killed time by driving around town for a couple of hours before arriving at her father's house just before noon. She let herself in and found Leosha waiting for her on the living room couch. She sat cross-legged with her arms resting along the back of the suttee, looking like the proverbial spider waiting for the fly, "Right on time, baby doll."
"Don't call me that," Felicia said with disdain while sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, "I'm here, now what?"
"You're all business, aren't you baby doll. I've got some entertainment lined up for us girls, but first let's have a glass of wine."
As Leosha went to the kitchen, Felicia called after her, "What kind of entertainment?"
Felicia waited for a response, only to hear a cork pop. When Leosha returned, she handed Felicia a glass of wine, "Let's just say I'm gonna' give you that bridal shower you neva' had, but should've. I rented time with one of those Chippendale fellows that do birthdays, bachelorette parties..."
"I don't want to watch some stripper," Felicia barked, "And I don't drink!"
"Don't lie to me, baby doll. I've seen you drink wine."
"Not this early."
Leosha put the glass of wine down on the table next to Felicia, and sat back on the couch, "I guess we should get the ground rules out of the way first, baby doll. You want your life back, doncha'? You want to go back to being little Miss 'Sunday revival meetin',' right? Then you're gonna do things my way, no ifs, ands, or buts. And if I feel you're not gettin' in the spirit of things, or if I have to twist your arm too much then I will send those pictures."
Felicia only whimpered an acknowledgment.
"Now, I don't care what time of day it is, drink your wine."
Felicia was into her second glass of wine when Brad, the male dancer, finally showed. Leosha cleared out a spot in the middle of the living room where he could perform, and she set Felicia down on the couch, front and center.
Leosha explained to Brad that Felicia was her soon to be betrothed daughter, and that he should give her the full treatment.
Brad had dressed himself up as a cop, complete with badge, gun, nightstick, and handcuffs, and gyrated to some type of hip-hop/techno dance music he brought in a portable CD player. Leosha, while waving dollar bills in the air, egged him on with loud hoots and catcalls. Felicia just sat stoically on the couch, trying not to look too embarrassed. Between doing various lewd gestures with his gun or nightstick, Brad would glide close to Felicia and shake his rear end or groin at her, and then amble away while stripping off another article of clothing.
It wasn't long before Brad was dancing around in just a modified jock strap. Occasionally he pulled at a Velcro tab to give the two women a brief peak at his nasty bits before securing them away again. On one of his many passes, Leosha would stuff a dollar bill down his strap then laugh at her own audaciousness. She gave Felicia a few bills and told her to do the same, which she did reluctantly.
On each pass, Brad would linger at bit in front of Felicia and tease her by shaking his groin. Leosha, well into the spirit of events, would occasionally reach out and touch his chest, or give him a quick spank on his ass before shoving another dollar into his jock. Embarrassed for herself and her stepmother's behavior, Felicia still sat rigidly on the couch, her arms folded tightly in her lap.
Leosha noticed the look of growing mortification on her stepdaughter, and finally said, "I get the impression you're not having a good time, baby doll. Go ahead, why don't you grab a chuck of his firm behind."
Felicia looked at her with incredulity, "No!"
Leosha held up her cell phone as a reminder to Felicia of the pictures she had saved on it, and said, "Don't make me tell you twice," then looking up at Brad, she said, "Turn 'round stud, let my daughter feel that rock-hard tush of yours."
Felicia hesitated for a moment, and then put a hand lightly on one of his offered cheeks before she quickly pulled it away and put it back in her lap.
Leosha laughed, and grabbed both of Felicia's hands and placed them firmly on Brad's buttocks while saying, "Not like that, like this. Now hold them there."
Felicia did as told. Brad toyed with her by flexing his buttocks and pushing his hindquarters back into her hands.
"That's right, baby doll," Leosha whispered into her ear, "How'd you like those muscles pushing into you, and drivin' that hard stick between your legs. My, my, girl, it makes me wet just talkin' 'bout it."
