It Was a Dark and Stormy Night...

It Was a Dark and Stormy Night…

Chapter 1

I was on my way back from D.C. after a long conference.  It was freezing cold, and the snow was sweeping around on the streets like little zephyrs.  The car had taken a couple of scary spins on the black ice, and, had I not been only a few miles from home, I would probably have considered stopping at the nearest motel for the night.  It was black as pitch, and visibility was getting worse and worse.

Suddenly I saw this figure appear on the side of the road waving its arms madly.  I patted the brake pedal several times lightly, in order to keep control of the car and not start spinning and possibly hit whoever was waving at me.  I managed to stop only a few feet past what became, very evidently, a female, who ran up to the car, opened the passenger door and slid into the seat next to me.  The overhead light was just bright enough to tell me that the female sitting next to me was a young girl in her late teens, very lightly clothed, panting, and scared to death.

“Thanks…Mister…  Oh, God…, please get me out of here.”

She had shut the door, so that the light was no longer on, and my only vision was of a shadowy figure in a light flannel nightgown and furry scuffs on her feet.  I reached up and turned on the overhead light, looking down to see a rather small trembling figure, her hair covered with a light coating of snow.

As soon as I turned on the light, she turned her head toward the side of the road, her face a picture of frenzied fear.  She ducked her head, turned back to me in desperation, grabbing my arm in her shaking fist and tugging intensely.

“Please, please, drive on!”

“Not until I find out a little more, young lady.  What the hell are you doing out in the snow in a nightgown in the middle of the night?”

“Pllllleeeease go on, and I’ll tell you everything.”

Once again she turned her head toward the side of the road sweeping the area, looking for God knows what.  Her trembling fist tightened on my arm to the point where it was beginning to be painful.

“All right, I’ll drive, but if I don’t hear a pretty good explanation, I’m bringing you back.”

I turned out the overhead light and began to pull back onto the snow-covered road. She continued to keep looking back in fear. I drove for almost half a minute, before I looked over at my trembling passenger, whose eyes were still glued to the area behind us.

She seemed to grope for her words, as she slowly began to stutter with the cold.  I finally pulled over long enough to remove my overcoat and slip it over her shivering shoulders.

“I’m…running away…from my …step-mother and her …two sons.  She started beating me soon after my Dad died …a couple of years ago… It’s gotten worse and worse.  It finally got so bad…she beat me…well, they beat me with a cane … on my butt and my tits and my front…it took me four days before I felt well enough to get out of bed… I couldn’t go to school,… I was so sore.  That was three weeks ago.  Last night she whipped my back with a belt, and I vowed to run away the first chance I could.  Tonight I waited ‘til they were all asleep and ran out to the road and got you to stop.”

“Okay, I’m beginning to get the picture, but you need to start back when this all began.  Were you getting spanked or beaten when your father was alive?”

“No!  He wouldn’t let her spank me.  They got married three years ago.  I hated her from the start.  She was always nasty to me, especially when Daddy wasn’t around.  She was even nasty to her sons.  Two weeks after Daddy died was the first time I saw her in action for the first time.  Her sons had taken some money from her purse and used it to buy a skate-board.  Somehow she figured out that they couldn’t have saved enough money to buy it with their own money, and she got them to admit that they’d stolen the money from her.”

“She made them take down their pants and underpants and stick their pricks on the table.  She held the head of their pricks and stretched them out as far as she could.  Then she hit them on the length of their rods with a fly-swatter fifteen times each.  They screamed bloody murder, but she wouldn’t stop.  By the time she stopped, their pricks were all red and yucky looking.  I was totally shocked.  I’d never even seen a guy’s prick for real before, except in pictures.  She sent them to bed, then looked at me and threatened me, if I didn’t straighten up, I’d start getting beatings too.  I didn’t know what she meant.  I hadn’t done anything wrong.  Not long after that I found out I really didn’t have to do anything wrong to get a beating.  She’d had it in for me ever since she married Daddy, and now there was nothing to stop her from punishing me anytime she wanted to.”

“Fairly often she’d send me to bed without supper.  It seemed like she was looking for things to punish me for.  She’d find my socks on the floor instead of the laundry hamper, or if I left my hair dryer out in the bathroom or if I was late getting home from school and didn’t have a food reason why I was late.  For little things like that she’d make me go to bed without supper.  If my grades weren’t A’s and B’s, I got grounded for a week or two.”

“Everything really hit the fan the Saturday night she sent me to bed without supper, and I’d gotten up late that morning, so she wouldn’t let me have any breakfast.  I was starving to death, so I waited until I was sure everybody was in bed, and I snuck downstairs in my nightgown and went to the kitchen.  I was afraid she’d notice anything missing from the fridge, so I took down the box of saltines and grabbed five or six crackers and put them in the pocket of my gown and headed back up to my room.  I must have made some noise, because, as I got halfway up the steps, I looked up and my step-mother was standing at the top of the stairs.”

“I stopped, and she asked me where I’d been, and I must have turned white, but I said I had come down to find a book I was reading, but I couldn’t find it.  She told me to get to bed, and, as I passed her at the top of the stairs, she suddenly punched my hip pocket with her fist, and you could hear the crackers breaking into a million pieces.  She grabbed my arm in a death-grip and pulled me into her bedroom. She ordered me to take my gown off and then went to wake both of her boys up and told them to come into her room.”

“I hesitated to take my gown and panties off until I saw her face, which suddenly had a look on it that would frighten a witch.  I quickly slid my gown off and swept my panties down to my feet, sweeping an arm across my boobs and a hand down to cover my pussy. She glared at me, called me a slut and told me to put my hands behind my neck.  She told the boys I was to be beaten.  Number one, I had disobeyed her by going to get food, when she was punishing me with no supper.  Two, I had stolen food from ‘her’ kitchen, and three I had lied to her about why I had gone downstairs.  She figured that was good for ten strokes of her bamboo cane for each offense, and the three of them were to deliver ten of them each.”

“She made me lie across the bed so my ass was hanging over the side of the bed.  After she got the cane, she ordered Noah to grab my arms and stretch them toward him from the opposite side of the bed. Then she told Jonah to grab my feet and spread my legs as far apart as he could get them, which he did, and I felt like a turkey wishbone by the time he finished.  He got between my legs so his face wasn’t two feet from my ass and pussy.  Then she let go with the first swat, and I thought I’d die right there.  She must have swung with all her might, because a line of pain hit me right across the middle of my butt-cheeks, and the pain traveled all the way down to my feet, not to mention up to my brain.”

“None of the next nine blows were any easier, and I was screaming at the top of my lungs with every strike. Noah and Jonah had me in a death grip, so I could barely move any of my body.  By the time the bitch finished her ten, the tears were streaming down my face, and it felt like I’d been stung by a million killer bees.  She moved over to take Noah’s place holding my arms and ordered him to take her place.  She threatened that if he didn’t hit me hard enough, she’d make him take my place on the bed.”

“No worry. I could barely tell that he’d replaced her with the cane.  The first two swats were on my ass right over places she’d already hit, and I continued to scream and cry like there was no tomorrow. Then I noticed Noah was hitting my thighs, which wasn’t any worse than what she’d done on my butt, except two or three of them would hit only my left thigh, so that the tip of the cane dug between my legs hitting the back of my pussy lips.  Whatever screeches I was making earlier doubled in intensity, because it felt like the pain dug into every inch of my pussy lips.  I know it was everything Jonah could do to keep my feet planted on the floor.  Noah managed to hit my pussy one other time before his ten strikes were done, and I was a quivering mess by then”

“I could feel the pain over my entire ass and, of course, a few down on my thighs too. Then the bitch told Jonah it was his turn. By the time he had finished his ten my face was a blotch of tears and puffiness.  I couldn’t see the damage to my ass until they let me up, and I got a look at it in her full-length mirror. My ass was just a series of bright red ridges with occasional purple blotches and two or three areas where blood had started to drip. I was totally wasted, to the point where they had to help me get to my bedroom.  They lay me on my stomach.  I’d like to say I cried myself to sleep, but I was so sore all I could do was cry.  Eventually I even ran out of tears and began hiccupping and moaning. I probably finally fell asleep, but I doubt if I got an hour’s sleep all night.”

“The next day, they all acted like nothing had happened the night before.  They let me stay in bed all day and even brought me food and water, but their dispositions were bright and cheerful.  The bitch went out shopping at one point and the boys came and sat on either side of my bed.  I, of course, had stayed naked because it would have hurt even more to have any clothing rubbing against my sore butt.”

“Noah asked if there was anything he could get me, and I told him it would be nice if he would put some lotion on my buttocks. That was a mistake.  He got a bottle of lotion and began rubbing it gently into the skin of my ass cheeks, and I was surprised at how gentle he was being.  Suddenly I felt his hand dipping between my two legs and rubbing my pussy lips.  I told him to stop, and, when he didn’t, I brought my hand back to stop him.”        

“He grabbed my hand and swept my arm up to the middle of my back.  I screeched, but he kept my arm there.  He told me I could either let him continue with my arm where it was, or, if I was going to be a good girl, he’d let go of my arm.  I threatened to tell his mom, at which point he said he’d tell her that he had kindly put the lotion on, and I had offered to give him a blow job in return.  I knew she’d take his word for it, and God knows what punishment I’d get for that, so I agreed to let him finger me.”

“Noah let go of my arm, I swung it back to my side, and his hand began to probe again.  I probably would have enjoyed it if my behind wasn’t so sore, and I still had twinges from where my pussy lips had been hit the night before. Actually it wasn’t so bad once he’d gotten past the rear part of my pussy lips and started rubbing the front part of my slit.  When he got to my clitoris and began diddling it, I felt shivers up and down my spine.  He continued to massage my clit, and I began moaning. I could feel an orgasm building, and, when it finally hit, it was so much better than anything I’d ever managed to do to myself, that I let out a scream that would have brought my step-mother running if she’d been home.  Noah removed his hand and made some comment about returning the favor at a later date.  Both boys got up from the bed laughing and wandered out of the room.  I was finally able to sleep and fell into a nice dreamy slumber for several hours.”

Chapter 2

“That beating must have brought out a sadistic side of my step-mother, that she had managed to suppress before that, because, suddenly, beatings became the only proper way to punish me.  Really minor offenses still meant sending me to bed without supper, but I think that may have been more a way to save money than anything else. I was forever going to bed hungry, and I lost six pounds within a couple of weeks.  I could smell supper being cooked, and I was almost drooling, knowing I was missing out on another meal. I tried  to make up for the lack of supper one morning by filling my cereal bowl to the brim, but she noticed what I was doing and emptied most of it back in the box, and from then on she monitored my intake carefully, doling out “the proper amount” each morning.  The boys would have a couple of bowls of cereal apiece each morning, but I was called greedy if I asked for more.”

“The beatings became more and more inventive on the bitch’s part.  Once she decided to beat me standing up while I was nude and ordered me to run in place while she was doing it.  This, of course, made my tits bobble and jerk up and down, much to the enjoyment of both boys.  The smile on her face at the time told me she was having fun, too.”

“Another time she had me do jumping jacks, with the instruction I was to spread my legs as far apart as possible on the downswing.  Her goal was to see if she could hit my cunt with the belt while my legs were spread.  I had to count each completed jumping jack until I got to fifty. She managed to catch my pussy lips at least half the time, so that I was hiccupping and crying buckets by the end with snot running down from my nose.  That was one time I asked if I could put some lotion on my pussy, because it was fiery red and terribly sore, and the bitch said absolutely not, that It wouldn’t be a punishment if I made the pain go away, and sent me to bed immediately, without supper  and locked me in my room to make sure I didn’t try to get up later to try to get something to ease my pain.  That was one time that in trying to smooth the pain in my pussy I brought myself off, unintentionally.  It wasn’t the best orgasm I ever had, but it took my mind off the pain for a while.”

“Another time, the bitch had me lie across the dining table with the boys watching intently.  The bamboo cane was tearing my backside up, and I was having trouble following the bitch’s orders to keep my chest on the table.  Almost every time she struck with the cane, I just naturally raised my body off the table.  She had beaten me two days before, and my ass was still covered with ridges and purple and red splotches.  As hard as I tried to keep my body resting on the table, I still raised up every two or three blows. She finally had the boys come over to sit opposite each other, grab the nearest tit and squeeze, grinding my boobs into the tablecloth.  By the time she finished that one I was blubbering and sobbing pitifully.  Naturally I was sent to bed without supper.”

“But the worst beating was a couple of months ago. My butt cheeks were a mess, still oozing drops of blood and black, blue and purple spots, and my pussy was still hurting from the beating she’d given it.  She decided it was “boobie beating time.” She had the boys each take an arm, bending me backwards slightly, so that my breasts stuck out like beacons.  This time she used a yard-stick. She worked her way up and down the front of my tits, but realized she wasn’t able to hit the soft underside of my breasts with proper force, so, after twenty or so blows to the tops of my boobs, including a few on my poor nipples, she had each boy grab a nipple and pull up, so that the bottom part of my tit was fully exposed.  Then she began swatting the under part ten or fifteen times.  I don’t know which hurt more, the blows with the stick or the pain from the boys squeezing and twisting my nipples with great joy.”

Chapter 3

“In the middle of this spate of beatings by my step-mother, the boys apparently were getting more and more horny.  One Saturday, when the bitch was out clothes-shopping with a couple of her friends, Noah and Jonah came to my room. I was lying on my stomach trying to recover from a beating I’d gotten the day before.  They sat on opposite sides of the bed, and, after sounding very caring about my pain, Noah asked me if I’d ever sucked a dick before. I explained that ‘no I hadn’t’, and that I thought that was totally gross.  He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at his face, and, with an evil gleam he told me that I was about to get my chance to find out just how gross it was.  I told him I wasn’t about to suck his cock or Jonah’s. With a sneer he said if I didn’t change my mind, he and Jonah were prepared to tell their mother that they had caught me trying to steal a couple of pieces of fried chicken from the refrigerator, and that I’d called both of them mother-fuckers, when they made me put the chicken back.”

“I was tempted to try to call their bluff, but I knew they’d actually carry out their threat, and I was still so sore that the threat of another beating, as sore as I was at the moment, would be too much for me to take. He then ordered me to get down on my knees on the floor, and, while I did, he removed his jeans and jockey shorts.  He sat back on the bed with his rapidly growing prick facing me a foot away.  I had never seen a real dick up close, so I didn’t know whether his prick was average length or not, but it looked huge to me.  The fact that it had now reached its full length before I had done anything scared me to death.  As far as I knew it had another three or four inches more to grow.”

“Noah grabbed my head between his two hands and rather painfully pulled me over, to the point where my lips were almost touching the tip of his rod.  He instructed me to lick up and down his member, until I’d covered his whole penis with my tongue.  I stuck my tongue out tentatively, and that was all the incentive Noah needed.  He was soon guiding my tongue all over his hard-on, not once or twice but four or five times, moaning all the time. Then he brought my lips to the knob of his prick and pushed, forcing himself into my mouth. I then felt his penis slipping farther and farther into my mouth, until I felt the tip touch my uvula, causing me to gag and cough.  My reaction didn’t seem to phase Noah, as he began moving my mouth back and forth over the length of his prong.”

“The fact that I was coughing and gagging didn’t seem to make any difference to Noah. My mouth was warm and full of spit and must have felt like heaven to him.  Fortunately for me, it didn’t take him more than a couple of minutes for my slimy warm mouth to achieve his goal for him, and his dick suddenly spurted great gobs of semen down my throat.  I had no choice but to swallow and swallow, and his eruption seemed to go on forever.  The consistency was yucky but the taste, though salty, was not horrible.  My gut reaction at first was to vomit, but I forced myself to control that inclination and just let the gooey mess slide down my throat.”

“After perhaps thirty seconds of holding my head with my nose buried in his pubic hair, Noah finally let me fall back gasping.  I should have known better, but it wasn’t until I looked up to see Jonah standing at my side naked below his waist, that I realized I wasn’t done. He had obviously been enjoying watching my debasement, because he was at full staff and was gently running his hand back and forth along the length of his hardened penis to keep it ready for my oral manipulation.”

“Standing to my side he managed to maneuver me around to face him and immediately, grabbing my hair in the back, pulled my head forward and jammed the length into my mouth. Jonah’s prick was a tad shorter than Noah’s but not short enough to keep me from sputtering and coughing during the whole time he was forcing his prick to the back of my mouth.  He warned me once about scraping my teeth against his prick, but otherwise, was content to moan and gurgle throughout my oral trial.  I was actually relieved when I felt his sperm wending its way down my throat.  In this case there was enough volume to his emission that some of it managed to seep out of my mouth and begin to slide down to my chin.  Jonah pulled his dick out of my mouth soon enough to slide his finger under the sliding goo and push it back into my mouth, smiling as though he’d done me a favor.  Moments later both boys were dressed and wandering out of the room.  I watched them leave and then painfully pulled myself back up to the bed and, once again, lay on my stomach, more and more aware that a whole new aspect of my subjugation had just begun.”

“Every day for the next two weeks, both boys managed to find a time when my step-mother was out of the house, shopping, visiting or exercising,  to demand that I give both of them nice “juicy” blow-jobs, in some cases managing to get in two each before she got home.  Noah, being a smart-ass, thought I’d probably gained a pound or two with all the protein I was taking in.  The amount of sperm I was swallowing probably did make the frequent  lack  of dinner I was getting through punishments a bit easier to take.”

“All was going normally, and I was busy giving Jonah a second orgasm, when the bitch, who had gone down the street to take a meal to a sick friend, walked in.  There I was, naked and on my knees, as usual, with Jonah’s prick buried deep in my mouth, when she appeared at the front door and screamed, as though she’d just seen a mouse.  She tore off her overcoat as she bounded across the room and grabbed my pony-tail and yanked backwards.”

“I, of course, fell backward onto the carpet, my legs splayed wide open as I concentrated on stopping my fall with my elbows. I had no sooner braced my elbows on the floor when I saw her foot swing back and rapidly swing forward to slam directly into my open crotch.  As she went to kick me again, she began uttering cuss words and screaming about what a slut I was.  Fortunately, I was able to close my legs instinctively before the second kick landed, so that my shin received the brunt of her attack.  It hurt like hell, but nowhere as bad as the kick to my pussy, which by now felt as though someone had socked it with a baseball bat.  I was rolling back and forth on the rug with my hands hugging my injured pussy, crying and groaning like mad.”

“She yanked me up by the hair and the next thing I knew she was sitting on a chair, and I was lying across her lap sobbing and pleading, but to no avail. She removed her tennis sneaker from her foot, raised it well over her head and let go with a swat to my already sore left butt cheek.  As she began calling me a whore and slut once again, the blows continued, first on one cheek, then on the other.  My screams became more and more heartfelt, as she pelted my ass over and over with her sneaker.  Eventually I couldn’t even scream anymore and was uttering little squeaks and whines.  I don’t know how many times she hit me, but I was reduced to a blubbering rag-doll by the time she was done.  She was still yelling at me and pointing her finger at me, accusing me of demoralizing her poor innocent boys, as she lifted my body off of her legs.  Naturally I was pushed upstairs and locked in my room, sobbing like a three-year old and told, surprise, that I would get no dinner that night.”

“It was at that point that I made up my mind I had to get out of there at any cost. I was left pretty much alone for the next two days and I managed to get into the bitch’s bedroom and steal one of her winter nightgowns and an old pair of her bedroom slippers.  Tonight they were all watching a movie on tv and I was able to slip down the stairs and out the door without anybody knowing.  I think the fact that we had a couple of inches of snow tonight probably convinced them that I wouldn’t be stupid enough to try to run away.  So here I am!”

I drove for a couple of minutes, trying to figure out the proper approach, as to what to do with this girl that had been suddenly thrust into my life.  I certainly couldn’t turn her back over to her step-mother without feeling like a Grade-A bastard for the rest of my life.  She was too old to turn over to an orphanage and turning her over to the police, I thought, would be cruel and unusual punishment on top of the hardships she been through lately. When I suggested the police as a possibility, she begged me not to, pleading with me to let her stay with me, at least for a while. I felt so sorry for her I finally relented and told her she could stay for a few days, until we found a better solution.  In another 20 minutes I was pulling into my driveway, and Julie, that was her name I had found out, had her head snuggled up against my shoulder and was almost asleep.

Chapter 4

When we got in the house I immediately turned up the thermostat to a toasty 76 degrees.  I found a pair of my pajamas for Julie.  I showed her the guest bedroom, which adjoined both my bathroom and hers.  Since it was late, and I was pretty sure we were both dead tired,  I suggested she put on my baggy pajamas and I’d try to safety pin them to make them stay on.  I quickly got into my flannel pajamas, and, since the bathroom was still empty I went in to brush my teeth.

Suddenly the door to the guest room opened, and there stood Julie, naked as the day she was born.  I stopped brushing and took my first good look at her.  Her reddish hair hung down to her shoulders in a pretty tangled state, which considering what she’d been through lately, wasn’t surprising.  Her face was oval-shaped with lovely green eyes, a pert little nose and luscious full red lips.  Below that, the first thing I noticed was a totally hairless slash between her legs.  She later told me the bitch had insisted on it, because “it was more sanitary that way.” Her breasts were not large but well proportioned to the rest of her body, just big enough to jiggle nicely when she walked.

“Want to see the damage, Cliff?”  I could already see little lines of purple, blue and red across her breasts.  She turned to show me a rear end that was still covered with angry red stripes, a few reddish scabs, and some residual black and blue marks, apparently from earlier beatings. 

“You can’t even see what she did to my cunt, but the lips are still pretty red and sore.”

“Why don’t you go get those pj’s, and we’ll try to fit them to you with the safety pins.”

“I’d really rather not wear anything tonight, if you don’t mind.  I’m so sore in so many places, I think I’ll sleep better if I don’t have stuff rubbing against the sore spots.”

“Okay by me. Let me finish brushing my teeth and I’ll get out of the bathroom, so you can wash up.”

The next thing I knew she had rushed to embrace me, grabbing me around my middle and hugging with all her might.  I’m sure she couldn’t miss the pole that was sticking up at 45 degrees in my pajama bottoms. She made no comment if she did, but she continued to hug me and whisper ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you.’  I stood there like an oaf, holding onto my toothbrush with one hand and willing my other one not to touch forbidden territory.

She finally pulled away from me, and I showed her where the washcloths and towels were and opened the drawer where a new toothbrush resided.  Julie went back into the guest bedroom, long enough for me to finish brushing my teeth.  I said good night and went into my room, closed the door and turning off the light crawled into bed.  I spent the next few minutes trying to will my boner into softness, and, when I finally succeeded, I started to drift off.

I could hear Julie in the bathroom running the water and flushing the toilet.  Then I heard my door open and her voice, almost a whisper, asking if she could please sleep in my bed tonight.  I was startled enough to sit up and look at her naked body silhouetted  in the bathroom light and started to say ‘no’, but she looked so small and defenseless at that moment I couldn’t do anything but pull the sheet back to welcome her in.

She slid over next to me, I kissed her on the forehead and turned with my back to her.  I fully expected her to grab me inappropriately, but all she did was snuggle up to my back, spoon-fashion, and put her hand on my hip.  I once again had to talk my raging hormones into quieting down, but, to her credit, she stayed exactly that way until I finally fell asleep.

When I awoke the next morning Julie was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear kitchen noises, so I rose and, after relieving myself, I began searching for my robe.  When I couldn’t find it, I donned my summer robe and wandered into the kitchen.  She was in the process of scrambling some eggs, and I could see toast sitting in the toaster.  She was also wearing my robe, and she looked like she’d been sprinkled with shrinking powder.  The hem of the robe was dragging on the floor, and she had rolled up the sleeve three times to keep it from covering her hands.

We exchanged good mornings, before she began dishing out the eggs and toast.  The juice glasses were already sitting on the breakfast table.  I asked if she’d slept well, and she assured me she’d slept better than she had in a long time.  We chatted over breakfast as if she’d always been here. 

When we finished, as she did the dishes, I called into work and told them I was taking a long weekend, since it was a Friday, and I’d see them on Monday.  We then sat down, and I got Julie to write down all her sizes, so that I could go to Sears and at least get her started on a wardrobe.

I dressed while she sat and watched television in my robe.  I found I actually had a good time shopping, finding the few clothes I knew she would need before she could find some on her own.  A couple of blouses, a pair of jeans, a pair of shoes, some socks, a few pairs of cotton panties, a heavy flannel nightgown and a robe,  but no bras.  I liked the idea of watching her jiggle.

When I got home and laid them out on her bed, she looked at them and began crying, then came over to me and kissed me smack on the mouth.  Nothing sexual, just a neat thank-you kiss.  She didn’t bother to wait for me to leave.  She dropped the robe and began trying the clothes on.  I stood and watched, figuring I had earned the privilege, and who doesn’t like to see a nude girl when the opportunity arises.  She finally asked about the bra, since she had given me the size earlier (34C).  I lowered my head smiling.

“Oh, my gosh! I must have forgotten to get you a bra!”  I smiled guiltily.  She made a moue with her mouth and I laughed.

She laughed and threw one of the blouses at me, before donning the other one.  We moved into the living room and sat on the sofa.  I suggested we discuss where we were going from there.  She begged me to let her stay with me for a while.  She pointed out, correctly, that I was a typical male, when it came to house-keeping, and it would take at least a week for her to get it looking like somebody cared, and I had to agree. I couldn’t pin her down regarding any plans beyond that, and I didn’t really want to.  She was considerably younger than I, but she brought an excitement to what had been a pretty mundane life for me up to then.

When I agreed to let her stay for a while, she threw her arms around me and kissed me again.  This one was not platonic! I felt her tongue delving to the back of my mouth and quickly returned the favor.  Her hand found my crotch and ‘old faithful’ stayed true to his philosophy of standing up when a lady’s hand entered the room. I blessed myself for ignoring the purchase of a bra, as I started unbuttoning Julie’s blouse. Within moments I had her bare-chested and was returning her hands-on policy.  Soon it became lips-on, and I was nursing her rigid red nipples like a baby.  Unlike a mother’s response to a baby suckling, Julie was pushing my head against her breast and cooing like a wanton woman.  Then she began moaning as if in pain, and I stopped long enough to ask if I was hurting her, because the stripes and red blotches across her tits were still very much in evidence.  She chuckled and pulled my head back onto her waiting nipple.  I think I could have stayed that way, sucking delightedly on her long nipples for the rest of the day, but she jumped up, breasts bobbing to beat the band.

“Let me show you what I learned from my dear step-brothers!”

I started to say she didn’t have to do that, but by then she had my pants dragged down my legs and was about to yank on my shorts. Moments later ‘old faithful’ was back to attention.

“Ohhh!  A lot bigger than I’m used to, but I bet I can learn!”

With that she dropped to her knees and began giving me the best blow-job I had ever had. Her mouth was so filled with saliva that soon my prick was slipping and sliding out of her mouth and back in like a ramrod jamming gun powder down the barrel of a gun. Now I was the one cooing and moaning.  She was so energetic in her ministrations, that a couple of times the head of my prick hit the back of her throat, and she had to pull off gagging and coughing.

I have to admit it had been a while since my last romantic exploits, so I reached my boiling point much sooner than I expected and couldn’t control my oncoming orgasm.  Suddenly my essence was spurting down Julie’s throat like a cascading waterfall, but she was drinking it in like someone dying of thirst who’s just found an oasis.  She swallowed and swallowed, finally raising her head to look at me.

“How’d I do?”

I pulled her up on my lap and asked her how she’d like a permanent job as housekeeper.

“Ummmmm!  Sounds yummy!”

I decided it was time for some reciprocity.  I stood and, removing her jeans and panties as I pulled her to the bedroom, pushed her onto the bed.  Spreading her legs I proceeded to kiss and lick her legs, as I moved up her body.  When I reached her knees, I started licking her inner thighs all the way up to her pussy.  Her outer lips were well spread, so that I could see the entirety of her vulva and began kissing up and down between those outer lips, until I began concentrating on her little clitoris.  Taking it between my teeth I started running my tongue back and forth across it, biting it slightly.  This sent Julie into raptures.  It was hard to hold her in one position, as she shifted her hips from one side to the other.

I then began to thrust my tongue into her hole, and it wasn’t until I started delving that I realized she was still a virgin.  I raised my head, uttering exactly those words. She moaned that she didn’t care, that she really wanted me to be the one to deflower her.  She didn’t use exactly those words, but she made it very clear she was ready to be devirginized.  Knowing it was her first time, I spent more time diddling her clit with my rapid-fire tongue, trying to give her at least three orgasms before I made love to her.

It didn’t take long at all to reach that number, so I kissed my way up the rest of her body, stopping for a long respite to enjoy those wonderful twin mounds of hers, before I reached her mouth and explored it with my tongue.  Then, as gently as possible, I brought my prick to her virginal hole and began slipping it in slowly.  When I reached her hymen, I began feverishly exchanging my tongue for hers in our respective mouths.  I suddenly thrust forward, she gave a little grunt, and I felt the barrier give way. My dick sank all the way in her, until my stomach touched hers.  I left it all the way in until, she began to move her hips, letting me know she wanted me to continue.  Then I slowly set a pace that I felt would please her and hurt less.  I needn’t have worried, because she began thrusting against me like a jack-hammer.  I picked up the pace until we were both grunting and groaning as though we were trying to outdo the other.  I suppose it was because she had given me the blow-job that I was able to last long enough to feel her spasm three different times.

Finally I felt myself reaching a peak, and we were able to have a beautiful orgasm together.  We lay there in each other’s arms for several minutes.  I was almost asleep, when I felt ‘old faithful’ slip from between her nether lips. I went and got a warm wet cloth to clean the blood and sperm from both of our bodies, before lying back down on the bed and taking Julie in my arms again. We both fell asleep then and slept entwined for close to an hour.

She was obviously ecstatic about her first fuck, because for the next four hours she hung on me, kissing me and telling me how much she loved me.  It was all I could do to pull myself away to go take a pee.  Even as I was preparing  dinner, she continued to come over and put her arms around me, hugging me and cooing.  I think she’d have been happy to go back to bed for an encore, but ‘old faithful’ wasn’t feeling that dutiful, not at that point anyway.

As we ate dinner Julie looked at me with moony eyes, sighing as though her life had reached a pinnacle.  I was pleased with myself, that, after so much turmoil and pain from her step-mother, she was finally able to feel some pleasure.  We smooched and cuddled, while we watched television that evening and then went to bed.  Her manipulations were enough to stimulate my senses once again, and I gave her a few more delightful inner fireworks, before my own sky-rocket went off. We both slept like babies all night.

Chapter 5

That’s how we spent the entire weekend, in bed, on the couch, on the floor.  I felt like a teen-ager again.  I still couldn’t make it past three explosions on Saturday and two on Sunday, but there was a lot of cuddling and smootching and just enjoying each other’s company. It was the greatest weekend of my life, and as limited as Julie’s painful life had been, I got the impression she felt the same way.

Monday I just had to go to work, so I gave Julie my credit card and enough money for a taxi to and from the mall and told her to buy herself what she needed in the way of clothes.  I took off for work after a long session of goodbye kisses.  I must say I had difficulty concentrating on work. I just felt so rejuvenated and fresh, I couldn’t wait to get home.  That was my second mistake.

The first was giving Julie my credit card.  When I arrived home she was sitting in the living room surrounded by clothes boxes, all from the most expensive clothes store in town.  She, just delighted with herself, started opening the boxes, and I started looking at the receipts for dresses, shirts, blouses, underwear, shoes, jackets, and God knows what-all. I saw red when I totaled it all up and realized the total came to over $1000.

I grabbed her and pulled her over my knees as I sat on the couch.  I raised her skirt to find she wasn’t wearing panties, probably intended to incite my lust. Her bottom was pretty well healed of the last serious beating she’d gotten from the bitch.  All that remained were a few yellow and blue bruises peppering her ass.

I began spanking her as hard as I could, first one cheek, then the other, in rapid succession.  I don’t know how long I continued, probably four or five minutes.  Julie was sobbing, gurgling, hiccupping, and the tears were flowing down her cheeks. Little bubbles were emanating from her nose. When I finally pushed her to her feet, her butt looked like two big red beets.  Still furious, I yelled at her to get her packages together, call a taxi and get the hell out of my life. She threw herself at my feet, grabbing my legs.

“No, please…pleeease don’t do this!  I’m sorry!  I’m sssooo sorry!  I’ll take all of them back!  I didn’t know how much they cost.  Reeealy!  I’ll take them back.  I love you!  You’re the first good thing in my life.    I’ll do anything!  I’ll be your maid, I’ll …clean the house every day.  You can spank me every day if you want. I’ll be your whore. I love you.  Please don’t make me leave! Pleeeease!

The whole time she was talking, the tears were streaming down her face, and I could see terror in her eyes.  When she finished pleading, her head sank to my knees, and she began sobbing again.  I suddenly felt like the biggest heel in the world. I put my hand on the top of her head and began petting her hair.

“All right.  You can stay. I’m sorry I got so mad.  We’ll take some of these clothes back, and anything else you really need we’ll get at Target or Sears. I’m sorry, Sweetie.”

Julie hugged my legs so hard, I thought I was losing circulation in them. I finally pulled her up next to me and she put her head on my chest and cried for two or three minutes more.

We lived together for about a year and a half, happily for both of us, I believe.  Lots of good times watching tv together, having sex, touring various places, finding good places to eat. But I knew, and I think Julie knew that our difference in age and background, at least from my standpoint, would keep us from marrying.

I came home from work one night, and she sat me down and explained to me that she had met a guy her age, and they had fallen in love, and she was leaving.  I wasn’t surprised and wished her all the best.  She moved out the next week, and, other than exchanging Christmas cards, we’ve pretty much lost contact with each other.  I received a birth notice last year saying they’d had a little boy.

In the meantime, being the confirmed bachelor, I have continued to have one night stands and an occasional week or two with a couple of girls. But I have to say, that cold winter night when I picked up a frantic girl by the side of the road was the most memorable night of my life.  Life goes on!