The year I turned eighteen, I started to bloom. At least that's what my mom said. I got my braces off and got contacts for my pretty brown eyes. My breasts became fuller and heavier and Jason who was always my friend became my first boyfriend. Can you imagine being eighteen and having your first boyfriend? I was such a geek.
I wasn't really tempted to have sex with Jason though. He was fairly good looking. I guess you could also say he was kind of a geek too. He reminded me of Superman's Clark Kent. You know, tall, gangly, glasses wearing, dark hair, sweater vest kind of guy. Easy to overlook but good in a pinch. Of course, he was also very aware of how smart he was and a lot of kids who liked me, thought Jason was a jerk.
Now his father, Billy, was completely different. He wasn't as tall, but he was stockier, more muscled. He was also very hairy. In the summer time when the sun was hot and he would work outside shirtless, every inch of him was covered in hair. A dark trail of hair running into his pants. Every now and then I would get caught staring at him and he would grin and wink at me.
He was the King of castle kind of man. The father of six grown sons. He could be loud and coarse and sometimes abusive to his family. Whenever I went to Jason's house he would stomp in, quiet and gruff asking if Jason, his youngest son, had done his chores, ordering him around like he was a nuisance. He was always very respectful to me though, even when I was very dorky looking. It use to amuse me how Bill would treat Jason. However, Bill wasn't any nicer to his wife Elma. She was basically there to serve him, at least that's how he treated her.
Standing beside Jason on my wedding day, I was very aware of Bill's eyes on me. I promised to love and honor and obey, but in my head I was knew Jason was too weak to please me. He was too nice. There are probably a hand full of women out there that know what I'm talking about. Most women are always crying: he never brings me flowers, he never opens the door for me, he never talks to me. They should have married Jason.
My marriage was ok at first. I wasn't shocked by the act of sex, just shocked at how little my new husband seemed uninterested in it. My girlfriends told me that all guys thought about was sex, sex, sex. I was lucky to have sex with my husband once a week. To be fair, he worked hard as a telephone sales person, but the bills just kept coming. To make matters worse, he was unhappy with his job and really wanted to go to college. Looking at our options, it seemed like the best decision. Unfortunately, it would be mean moving in with his parents. So after 6 months of married life, we begged his parents to take us in
Jason hated living under his father's roof again, but we really didn't have any other choice. I helped with the cooking and cleaning and worked a few hours at a discount store. Jason got a scholarship and worked even harder than before. Of course, his father still made a lot of demands and seemed to take pleasure in belittling Jason's ability to care for me. The strange thing was whenever Bill would start ranting at Jason, I would feel myself start to get wet. It turned me on.
As one might expect, everything came to a head one night. There was a party being held for Jason's grandfather. There was a lot of drinking and just when the party was in full swing, Jason and Bill got into it. I don't even really know what it was about. One second there was a lot of laughing and playfulness and the next WWIII was breaking out in the kitchen. Jason who was already half tanked, took off in his father's truck and I was left there to listen to his mother cry and whine at Bill.
I didn't bother waiting up for Jason to return. After helping Elma clean the dishes and the kitchen, I went to bed. I don't know how long I slept before I felt someone on top of me. The room was dark and at first I didn't know who held me down. I tried to push the man's body off me, but I couldn't budge him. It was only when he leaned down and started kissing my neck and kneading my breasts that I knew it was Bill.
His breath, a combination of cigars and beer, for some reason turned me on. However, I resisted at first, opening my mouth to scream. His big hand covered my mouth and his other hand held tight to my wrists. I couldn't move and all I could do was feel the hard bulge of his cock against my belly. His suckled the side of my neck, marking me.
He pushed his leg between mine so that I could feel his hard meat grind against me. I was wet and pulsing, but still I tried to push him off my smaller body. Then instead of holding his hand over my mouth, he shoved his fingers in my mouth.
"Suck 'em baby. Suck 'em like you're gonna suck my big, fat dick," he panted. He thrust his fingers in and out of my mouth, shoving them hard and fully inside. His fingers went all the way to the back of my throat until I thought I would choke. I began to suck like he wanted me to. I licked and sucked on his fingers the way I would a popsicle. I'd never sucked on a man's fingers or cock before, so I was unsure what to do.
"That's it my baby. You're gonna be easy to train. I can tell," he growled approvingly. When I got into a good rhythm of sucking on his fingers, he let go of my wrists and reached down, pulling up my nightdress. Seeing my panties, he pulled at the cloth, ripping them off. I almost screamed, I was so surprised. No one had ever done that before.
With my cunt bared to his eyes, he began to lightly touch and stroke my mound. Reaching over, he turned the bedside light on. Blinking rapidly, I was shocked and afraid to see the size of Bill's cock. Embarrassed to have so much of me on display, I felt tears gather in my eyes. He was grinning down at me, touching me like he owned me. His fingers still stuck in my mouth. Abruptly, he pulled them out of my mouth and then stuck his wet fingers high inside my fuckhole.
"You like a filled pussy, don't you little girl? Just stick with daddy and I'll fill your hole every night," he smirked. Ramming his hand inside me harder and harder, I closed my eyes and grabbed on to the bed sheet. I pushed my aching slit against his fingers. What an amazing man. I whimpered, my head slashing from side to side.
Then he chuckled and begin to thrust only one finger inside my slot. Over and over and I moaned loudly. My cunt was so sensitive. No one felt this good. He swirled it around my clit and then pumped it inside me again. His other hand kneaded my tit, squeezing and caressing the nipple ... he licked and sucked and I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven.
I grabbed hold of his body with my legs and arms, lifting my little hole upward. "Yes Bill, fuck me please!" I begged desperately. I briefly wondered where his wife and sons were, but my own selfish needs drove the thought out of my head. I didn't care if the whole house heard our fucking.
"You like that dontcha girl? Yeah, you need a real man," he panted and leaned over, sticking his tongue far into my snatch, making me squeal like a pig. He stabbed me with his tongue and I couldn't get enough of him. My hands reached down, grabbing his head, shoving him into my wet beaver. His tongue traveled up my soft thigh and back down again. Then he licked up my other thigh and trailed his tongue back down again to burrow in my naughty furpie.
