The Kari's Lessons Collection Page 5

  I unzipped the side of the skirt that didn't have the slit in it, and it fell right down. I pulled my shoes and socks off, then stood there in the cute white panties I had picked out for the evening.

  "All of them," he said, his voice commanding.

  "I already shaved myself," I said.

  He seemed to laugh to himself, then turned his gaze back to me, glowering. For a moment I saw a flash of anger, then he said, "Either take them off, or I'll take them off."

  I thought about him pulling them off my body, slowly and sensually, and I did crack a smile. I crossed my arms and cocked my hips. This would be a dream come true for me.

  In a moment, he crossed the distance between us. He placed his strong hand on my chest and another on my back, practically lifting me off my feet as he threw me to my bed. In a moment, I felt his strong hands move from around me down to my nether regions. I felt him fumble around for a moment, then heard a sharp tearing sound as the delicate fabric of my panties was rendered in two.

  I gasped. Fear rushed through my body. This was not as pleasant as I had hoped it would be. "Max, no!" I cried.

  "It's been too long since I disciplined you, Kari. You've forgotten to respect me, your mother, this house. Now, you've lied to me and told me that you're still a virgin." Max seemed like he was seeing red.

  I just wanted him to go back to the gentle touches of the other day when he shaved me. My bare pussy was there in front of him, the tatters of my panties completely cleared out of the way. "Daddy, stop! I am a virgin!" I begged.

  "We'll see about that," he said. His thumb went to my clit, touching me immediately. I moaned as pleasure shot through my pussy, too intense for my young body to take. "You moan like you're not a virgin," he said.

  "Please, Daddy," I begged. I didn't even know what I was begging for at this point.

  He pulled his thumb away. Suddenly, his pointer finger was rubbing at my entrance, spreading me open. It felt a little uncomfortable, but my heart was pounding in my chest at just the promise of sexual contact with Max.

  He started going deeper and deeper with his finger. "I have to make sure you've been a good girl, Kari. Have you been a good girl?"

  My hands went to my nipples and touched them as he continued to spread me open. "Yes, Daddy."

  "We'll see," he said as he went deeper. Suddenly, he brushed up against something. I hissed in pain and pulled away a little bit. He slowly pushed his finger in, placing his finger against whatever had resisted him before. It hurt, and I looked up at him with fear in my eyes.

  "So you have been a good girl," he said.

  I nodded quickly, tears welling in my eyes a little bit. I wanted him so badly, but this felt like nothing I had ever experienced before.

  "You're so wet, Kari," he said as he pulled his finger out of me. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it. "You must really want to lose your virginity."

  I bit my lip and nodded slowly. His eyes looked my eighteen year old body up and down, hungrily eying the willing girl in front of him. I was so nervous that I began to sweat a little bit.

  I watched him pull his shirt off, the muscles underneath taut and strong. He pulled his pants off, his eyes remaining on me the whole time. When he was completely naked, there was a long moment of us looking at each other. He leaned forward and I closed my eyes...

  "Relax, Kari, I'm not going in yet," he said. He reached for my hair, pulling me up to a sitting position as I whined. "You need to get me wet first," he said, his cock right in my face. I opened up and he wasted no time sliding his cock down my throat. I gagged immediately, pushing him back away from me.

  "Is this what you wanted those boys to do?" he asked, then pushed himself right back into my mouth. I sucked as I tried to hold him back, his cock going deeper and deeper with every thrust. I gagged on every thrust, finally pushing him back up.

  "Oh, you're so pretty," he said. I could feel the tears in my eyes and I knew that my makeup was running. He went over to my bureau and picked up my hand mirror. "You're so fucking pretty. Bet you'd like a video of you acting like a whore now," he said.

  I looked in the mirror. It was a horror show. There were dark rings around my eyes where my mascara ran, along with a trail that ran down both sides of my cheeks. My lipstick was smeared all over my face already. I didn't have too much longer to look at myself as Max snatched the mirror away from me and slammed his cock back in my mouth.

  He pulled his cock out of my mouth and it was dripping wet. He began to slap it against my face, stinging me with every slap. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked. "Is this how you wanted those boys to use your body?"

  I had to admit that I was getting turned on. When I didn't answer right away, he knew. "Yeah, you are a little whore. Do you want Daddy to treat you like a whore?"

  Again, I didn't answer. The fire in the pit of my stomach burned even more fiercely than before. I just meekly looked up at him.

  "Do you?" he asked, the fire in his eyes.

  "Yes..." I said.

  "Yes what?"

  "Yes... Daddy," I answer. "Yes, I want you to treat me like a whore, Daddy." This was so degrading, but I'd do anything to get that cock in my pussy at this point.

  He smiled. It was exactly what he wanted to hear. He grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed his cock back in. I sucked eagerly, wanting to get him as wet as possible. I tried to spit on it extra, to take it deeper in my throat, but I ended up just spitting it back out.

  That was apparently good enough for Max. Without hesitation, he got on top of me, beginning to slide into him. As if by reflex I tried to push him off me, but my pussy was so wet and I had got his dick soaking. He slid in, not even hesitating at the resistance he had felt earlier. I made a sound halfway between a scream and a gasp, unable to believe how bad it hurt. I tried to push him off more, but he just kept going deeper. I thought it would never end.

  Finally, I felt him come to rest inside of me. I opened my eyes to the sight of him looking down at me, his huge frame covering my slender body.

  "Are you okay?" he asked. He didn't seem too concerned.

  "Fuck, that hurt, Max," I said.

  "I told you to watch your mouth," he said, going even further inside of me. Again I gasped in pain, but this time I also felt pleasure.

  I was no longer a virgin, I realized. I gave a brief smile. Max must have taken this to mean that he was good to go, and he slid out of me and back in. I began to moan with the pleasure, and he began to move in and out of me faster.

  "You are a little whore," he said, and I looked down and watched his ass move, pumping against me furiously. I reached down and grabbed his ass, trying to draw him deeper within me. "You're tight, but you're a whore," he said.

  "I'm your whore," I said.

  "What was that?" he said, pounding against me. A drop of his sweat fell from his forehead onto me.

  "I'm your little whore, Daddy," I said.

  He pulled out of me and pulled me up by my hair. My abdomen was sore from the assault that I had just suffered, but he didn't seem to care. He shoved his cock in my face and I eagerly sucked on it without hesitation. I could taste my own juices on it along with a hint of copper. Still, I sucked eagerly on it.

  "Yeah, show me what a whore can do," he said. I took him as deep down my throat as I could. I could taste a little of his cum leaking out, and I knew that was what I wanted. It was the only thing that would sooth the fire burning in my belly.

  He pulled out of my mouth, positioning himself at my precipice again. "Wait!" I cried. "Aren't you going to use that condom?"

  He laughed. "The guy you were going to meet wasn't going to use that condom. Whores don't use condoms," he said, sliding back into me. I winced again at the pain, but laid back and started to enjoy the pleasure. His muscular body was now covered with a light sheen of sweat, and I'm sure mine was as well.

  He pulled out of me, then looked my body up and down. I'm sure I was quite a sight, with my makeup smeared all over my face. "Get
on your hands and knees, I'm tired of looking at your smeared tramp makeup."

  I frowned and got up. I turned around and looked at him, trying to beckon him by shaking my ass a little bit.

  "Turn around, don't look at me," he said. I turned around and faced the wall, baring my pussy for him to slide right in. I felt him take a moment to spit, felt a glob of it run down my ass into my pussy, lubing me up some more. I felt him push against me, felt him enter me just a little bit. I pushed back, taking his cock the rest of the way into my body. I gasped. It was a new sensation, a new pain, but also a new pleasure. I rocked back and forth with part agony, part ecstasy.

  His cock was so hard and his balls were so hard full. I turned back to look at him thrusting. "I said eyes forward," he snapped at me.

  "Yes, Daddy," I said, rocking back and forth. I could feel my small tits swaying back and forth, getting a good rhythm going. Soon, the pain disappeared completely, and I just felt joy as I got my Daddy off.

  He reached forward, grabbing my hair. I gasped as his hand wrapped around my throat as he brought me up. He wasn't choking me, just making it clear that he was in charge. I loved it. He began to slam into me harder and harder while I stayed upright. His cock touched every inch of my insides.

  I began to moan louder and louder, the blood rushing in my ears. I could feel an orgasm rising. Not just any orgasm. The most intense orgasm of my life. I knew that I was in for a world of pleasure. My muscles began to twitch.

  Suddenly, Max let go of me. He put his hands on my back, shoving me all the way to the bed. My ass was still in the air, but my shoulders and face were against the bed. "You can cum when I do," he said.

  The rhythm had been broken and I had fallen from achieving orgasm, but as he continued to pump, I felt myself rising towards it even quicker than before. My pussy and ass were out there for him to see, to use as he wished. I began moaning loudly as I shook. I could feel his dick begin to swell, and all I wanted was that cum.

  "Please," I begged again. "Please, Daddy. Come in my pussy."

  "Say it louder!" he yelled through gritted teeth.

  "Come! Come in my pussy! Fill me with your cum!" I screamed loud enough to wake the neighbors. I heard my Daddy unleash an animal roar behind me as his seed filled my pussy. I came violently, every muscle in my body moving of its own volition. I felt my womb contract, sucking his seed up, bringing it towards my eggs. I moaned into the bedspread, unable to form words any longer. He kept pumping, kept spurting his seed within me. I knew I'd never be the same after this encounter. I was ruined for other men. Only my Daddy would do.

  With a shudder, he stopped. He pulled out of me, his cum immediately starting to leak out of me. Within a moment, he had grabbed a handful of my hair, now a tangled mess. He pulled me up as I gasped.

  "Have you learned your lesson about what boys will do to whores like you?" he asked.

  "Yes, Daddy," I replied.

  "Are you going to go out with strange men after dark?" he asked.

  "No, Daddy. I'll be a good girl," I said, my voice trembling a little bit.

  "Good. Now take a shower and clean up your face, then clean up your room. It's a pig sty. There's condoms all over the floor and makeup all over your sheets," he said. I frowned as he stomped out of my room.

  I sat up, feeling my belly. The fire within my belly was quenched for now, but I knew that I would once again feel the need. I couldn't stay good forever. I had no idea if he would continue to treat me like he had tonight, but I knew that I needed it now.

  - X -

  I Can’t Believe He Did Us Both!

  “What do you mean, you already lost it?" Jenny practically shouted.

  "Shhh!" I said. I didn't want Max to hear us talking in my room. I brought my voice to a low whisper. "I mean exactly what I said. I'm not a virgin anymore."

  "Oh my god. I mean I was so mad when you didn't show up the other night, but this changes everything. Congratulations on becoming a woman!" she said, holding up her hand for a high five.

  I didn't really feel like giving her a high five. I mean I wasn't really given too much of a choice in the matter. The man who had taken my virginity had done it as punishment for me trying to sneak out of the house to meet Jenny, even though I had enjoyed every moment of his body against mine.

  I couldn't just leave her hanging, though. I gave her a high five and she smiled.

  "So who was he?" she asked. "Give me the scoop. Was it Josh?"

  I laughed. Josh was cute, but he was a boy, not a man. No, not like the man I had slept with just a few days before. I shook my head.

  "Chris, then?" she asked.

  "It wasn't any of the boys at school," I said.

  "Well come on then!" she exclaimed, her voice rising. "Who was it?"

  I blushed. There was no way I could tell her that Max, my stepfather, had forcefully fucked me the other night when I tried to sneak out. There was no way that I could tell her that he had come inside me and that I wasn't on birth control. And there was certainly no way to tell her that it was the best experience of my life.

  After I hadn't spoke for a few moments, she slapped my bare leg right below where my shorts ended. "Tell me!"

  Suddenly, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Max came in without even asking. "Are you girls all right in here?" he asked, looking squarely at me.

  "Yes," I said softly.

  "I don't want to hear you girls screaming all night, do you hear me?"

  "Okay, Daddy," I said softly.

  Max smiled. He loved it when I called him Daddy. He took one last look at Jenny, with her short pajama shorts and tank top on, and closed the door behind him.

  Jenny was still looking at the door. She smiled. "Your dad is kind of a jerk, but he is sexy," she said.

  I just looked down at the bed.

  She turned back to me and looked at me strangely. "And what's with calling him Daddy? You're eighteen, and isn't he just your stepdad anyway?"

  I blushed again. "Yes..." I trailed off.

  She looked back at the door, then looked at me, then back at the door. When she looked back at me one more time, she had a smile on her face. "No way."

  "What?" I asked.

  "Your stepdad took your virginity, and now he's got you wrapped around his little finger."

  "No!" I said, but I didn't lie very convincingly.

  "Yes he did. Oh my god, you are such a little slut!" Jenny said, slapping my thigh again.

  "Shhh!" I said again, holding my finger to my lips. "Do you want him to come in here again?"

  "Yeah, I do," she said, looking at the door. "I think he's hot."

  I rolled my eyes. "And so what if he is?"

  She smiled back at me. "So if you had sex with him, why can't I?"

  I think my jaw fell a little bit. I might have felt a little jealousy, even though he really was my mother's husband. I was the one who had to live with him everyday, and I was the one who had had to work so hard to get him to finally take me.

  She looked back at the door. “I've always wanted to have sex with a real man. I think that's exactly what I want- to have sex with your daddy,” she said. She looked back at me, biting her lip. “What was he like? Was he experienced?”

  I blushed. I didn't know how to respond, so I just looked down.

  “Was he a good kisser?” she asked. I looked up and nodded very slightly. “I knew it,” she said.

  She scooted closer to me on the bed. “Kiss me really quick, I want to make sure I'm up to his level,” she said.

  I bit my lip. This was all happening so quickly, and I didn't know what to think. I enjoyed kissing Jenny, her soft lips touching mine and her wet tongue questing in my mouth, but it was nowhere near as hot as Max's kisses. However, as her eyes looked at my body, I felt a few feelings of lust for my best friend. She leaned in, her lips meeting mine. I parted my lips and felt as her tongue touched mine softly. I wrapped my hands around her waist, moving them up and down, occasionally brushing against her larger bre
asts and enjoying the feeling.

  When we broke from the kiss, we both looked a little disheveled. However, Jenny came right back in for another kiss, and I eagerly drank it in. We made out for about a minute, and as she started playing with the bottom of my shirt, I felt like she was about to take it to the next level. I was so turned on that I was ready for it. I was ready for anything.

  Suddenly, Jenny broke from the kiss. Her face was red and I could tell that she was turned on. She leaned in for another kiss, but I didn't return it. I couldn't help but think of Max and his more forceful kisses. Jenny mouth went to my neck, sucking gently, and it felt so good that I began rubbing my hands up and down her body again. I could just let go, I thought. I could have my first lesbian experience.

  Jenny finally broke from the kiss again. “I'm going to go meet your Daddy,” she said, a wicked smile on her face. I grabbed for her hand, as if to say, Don't go, we can just hang out here all night, together. She didn't listen to my thoughts, and she stood up and walked to the door. I watched her ass in those cute pajama shorts as she walked to my door, then down the hall towards my Daddy's room.

  I watched as she made it to his room and slowly pushed open the door. She bit her lip and smiled as I knew she locked eyes with Max. I knew how sexy she looked, her tits straining against the fabric of her tank top, her long legs barely covered by the short shorts she had on. Jenny waited at the doorway to Max's room for another moment, then I watched as she sauntered in.

  “Hello, Daddy,” I heard her say a few moments later. I wondered if the next sounds I would hear would be Jenny's cries of orgasm.

  I shouldn't have wondered. In another moment, Max stormed out of his room with Jenny in tow behind her, a handful of her hair in his hand. “Ow, ow, ow, stop, you're hurting me,” Jenny was saying as Max dragged her down the hall by her hair. I laughed a little. Served her right.

  Max brought her into my room and pushed her onto my bed. He was wearing nothing but boxer shorts and a white t-shirt. He looked at me, accusingly. “What have you been telling your friend, Kari?”