Sandy's Story

The three of us were sitting at the table eating breakfast. Mom was just having coffee. I thought she looked hung-over, her eyes were red and swollen.

"Your father has moved out." Momma said.

I don't know why we were shocked; Momma had said they were having serious problems; daddy had been absent so much these past months, we hardly saw him. He moved like a ghost through our lives. We got reports from Momma; his job had taken him to Philly, Baltimore, Trenton, he won't be home for supper, breakfast, your birthday. But we were shocked and we pulled our chairs around on either side of Momma and put our arms around her and our heads on her shoulders and she managed to put her arms around us. I cried. Richard cried. But Momma never did.

"Fuck me, Richard, please. Fuck me."

I'd come up behind him and put my arms around him. He was sitting at his desk shirtless, writing one of his stories. My hands were pinching his nipples.

"Take your big hard cock and ram it deep into my cunt and fuck my brains out. Fuck my cunt Richard."

I had hardly ever used these words before, they were so forbidden. In the pantheon of profanity these words were nearly sacred. But I loved the hard 'K' sounds of 'COCK' and 'CUNT' and the big Kahuna, 'FUCK'. FUCK. You had to put your lower lip between your teeth and then spit the word out as if you were going to hit somebody with it.

And that's what these words did, they raced through the ear and slammed into the brain like a truck. Like a FUCK truck. These were words you couldn't ignore, they demanded a response.

"Sandy, are you alright?! What's gotten into you?!"

"You haven't!" I said. "You haven't gotten into me! Not yet, and that's what I want!"

"You're drunk aren't you?"

It was true. I don't drink. But with everything that was happening to us I felt I needed some kind of escape. I'd put some of Mom's Vodka in a glass of orange juice and gulped it down. Then I made another one and drank it too, totally unprepared for the effect it would have on me.

"I want your cock deep inside my pussy, I want you to split me wide open and fuck me till it hurts! I want you to come, shoot your come into me so hard it blows my brains out! Knock me up Richard, make me pregnant, I want your baby!"

"Sandy! We can't have a baby! You know that. You know the risks." he said

"I don't care! I don't care if it comes out purple with yellow polka dots! I don't care if it has cloven hooves and a tail! I need your baby!"

I was hysterical. Crying now.

"Please, Richard, please. Please. Please. Please."

He was holding me, rocking me.

"Oh Richard, I feel like our world is falling apart. Daddy's moved out. Mom's turning into a drunk. Pretty soon we'll go off to college. You'll meet someone and fall in love and get married. You'll be too ashamed to invite me to the wedding, I'll read it in the papers. I'll have to drop out of school to take care of Mom..."

"Shhhhh." he said soothingly. "None of that is going to happen. You said it yourself, we're meant for each other. Nothing can change that."

"We'll make love, Sandy" he said, "When you're sober. Not now." And he held me for a long time till I fell asleep.

The next morning, feeling hung-over I stumbled into the bathroom and took off my nightie and stepped into the shower. I stood there with my eyes closed letting the hot water hit me on the back of the neck and wash away the cob webs in my brain and the kinks from my body. Leaning my head back I let the hard spray massage my scalp. A girl could get used to this I thought. My prognosis had improved; I was probably going to live.

Lazily opening my eyes I looked through the glass of the shower door and saw Richard standing in the bathroom watching me. He was in his boxers leaning against the sink with a smile on his face.

"Pervert." I said, smiling back at him.

He just nodded his head and let his eyes wander all over me. I saw, with more than a little satisfaction, that his penis was rising and I, like I had in the summer house, decided to put on a show for him. I picked up the soap and began to lather up. I started with my tummy going round in circles then up to my breasts which I squeezed and pushed together, letting my thumbs slide over my sensitive nipples again and again sending electric pulses to my vagina.

Richard lowered his boxers and let them fall to the floor and I saw that without him even touching it, but just by looking at me, his penis was fully engorged, pointing straight up. The knowledge that the sight of my body could cause this reaction in a man, and him in particular, gave me such a warm feeling of power and confidence.

Richard knew that I loved to watch him masturbate. I loved the way he held his penis, so casual at first, stroking lazily up and down the shaft, then with more urgency until he was desperate to come and then tensing up and shooting his load in spurts 5, 6, 7 spasms of orgasm.

Just as I was thinking this he took hold of his cock - the words came more easily to me now and had a powerful effect - and began a leisurely massage breathing deeply with the satisfaction he felt from fulfilling its need to be touched.

I continued my own soapy self massage. Lifting my leg and placing my foot on the edge of the tub I washed my feet and toes and then slowly stroked my long leg, my hands tracing its shape as if I were sculpting it, forming my calf, then my knee and then my thigh until I reached my crotch. I covered my mound and rubbed my lathered hand up and down, loving the feeling of touching my bare skin where I had shaved. I was so much more sensitive there.

I stared at Richard and his eyes were locked on my pussy. He was pumping himself more vigorously now and I saw his cock was coated with his pre-cum, slick and shiny. It was dripping out of him like a leaking faucet, droplets occasionally hitting the floor. I imagined the delicious slurping sounds it must be making as I continued to stimulate my pussy, making it beg for more intimate contact.

I leaned back against the wall and lifted my foot and placing it on the shower door I pulled my pussy lips wide for him and his eyes went wider in response. I touched my clit and felt the familiar jolt of first touch. I let my fingers play with my clit for several moments turning up my heat. Then I slid my fingers up and down the vaginal cleft and slipped one and then two inside me. I found the spot not far inside that we later learned was called a G-spot and tickled it.

I could tell Richard was getting close. His eyes were glazed, one hand pumping hard, the other pinching and rubbing alternately one nipple and then the other, the head of his cock looking dark and angry. He pushed himself away from the sink and came close to the shower door and with a look of pure agony on his face, and moaning and grunting like an animal, his eyes flew wide as if in shock, his knees began to shake, and he shot his come against the clear glass.

Again and again his pure white come hit the glass as in a series of spasms it was pumped from his balls and it slowly trickled down.

The sight of him shooting his load at me was all I needed and I came hard. My leg felt so week I was afraid I'd fall over. My fingers were working my cunt as I came over and over again, my juices squirting out of me.