Big Book of Smut (44 page)

“Nothing, we were just talking,” I said as I kept my eyes glued to the book in front of me.
Tropic of Cancer
, Henry Miller. Figures.

Billy walked up to my chair and grabbed the armrest spinning the chair toward him. He knelt at my feet and positioned his beautiful face until his eyes were staring into mine. I knew I was blinking like an idiot. I knew my face was hot. I knew--

“It smells like sex in here,” Billy said.

He knew what I knew. I did that fake laugh that everyone knows is a fake laugh. The fake laugh gives you away worse than anything. Never, I repeat,
never
, use the fake laugh; you’ll get caught like I do every fucking time.

“Don’t be silly Billy,” I said with another fake laugh. Damn.

His eyes ground hard into mine. I felt my pupils shake. I turned my head and did the fake cough so I could break away from his eyes.

Billy hopped up onto the desk and sat in front of me. He parted my legs with his foot and placed his feet on the chair between my legs.

“I’m not silly Kitten. I’m never silly. Oh, you were making a joke? A
silly Billy
? I get it, cute. Anyway, what were you doing in here with my father for so long? Your mother was asking your brother what was going on. You wouldn’t have been telling him something that you swore to me you would keep secret would you?” he said.

“No, I swear!” I said. It wasn’t a lie. I said it easily.

“I don’t know. You seem nervous. I think there is something that you’re not telling me. I think you told him. Or you told him
something
. What did you tell him Kitten?” Billy asked.

“Billy I told you. I did not tell Michael that you fucked my mother. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t tell,”

Billy pressed down onto the chair with his feet and brought it into the desk with his legs. The chair and I went flying forward toward him and his knees landed against my chest. He spread his legs slightly and I could see the head of his cock up his shorts. I focused on it and it moved as it got hard. I felt like Uri Geller bending a spoon. I giggled. A
real
giggle.

“Something funny?” Billy asked. He wasn’t amused.

“Nope.” I said and kept my eyes focused on his dick. I wished I could teleport his shorts to another room and will his cock to fly into my pussy.

Billy grabbed me by the chin and yanked my head up to force me to look at him.

“Do you remember what I told you, huh? That if you told my father anything about Lana and me, I’d give you ten times worse than what you got last night?” Billy whispered.

“I told you asshole, I didn’t tell!” I said and tried to squirm away from him.

He pushed the chair away from the desk with his feet and propelled it across the room into the bookshelf behind me. The chair slammed against the bookshelf and a book from above fell into my lap:
I’m OK-You’re OK
, Thomas A. Harris, M.D. Perfect.

Billy jumped off the desk and took two long strides toward me. He grabbed me by my arm, yanked me out of the chair and picked me up. He carried me across the room, threw me down on the soft, velvet couch and sat next to me.

“Why are you still in this nightgown Kitten? It’s almost lunchtime,” Billy said as he twirled the chiffon around his fingers.

“I don’t know. I haven’t changed yet. What does it matter?”

I shifted closer to him. I wanted my knee to touch his leg. I really wanted to touch his cock but it’s best to ease into these things sometimes.

“Oh I guess it doesn’t,” Billy said and sighed. He kept his eyes on my leg and he moved on from playing with the chiffon to rubbing my thigh through the material of my nightgown.

“You know, Dylan told me a secret about you Kitten. Actually I don’t know if it is a secret, more of a revelation I suppose you’d call it. Do you want to know what Dylan told me about you?” Billy said.

My face flashed with heat. I was going to kill my brother. Of course I knew what he told him. Dylan told Billy that he watched me and Darlene DiMuccio rubbing our pussies together in the backseat of my car in the school parking lot. I just kept my eyes focused in his lap and shook my head.

“Well, he told me that you like pussy. Is that true? Do you like pussy Kitten?” Billy laughed. “
Pussy
.
Kitten
. Guess it’s my turn to make the joke. Anyway, answer the question: do you like pussy?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Huh, interesting. I know that whore of a sister of mine has been known to lick a clit now and again. But I guess now, it runs in the family. So Kitten likes pussy. Do you
only
like pussy?” Billy said.

“What?” I asked.

“Just what I said: do you
only
like pussy? I mean, do you like cock as well?”

“Billy, was it not your cock I had between my legs last night as you rubbed my clit with the head of your dick and we came all over my sheets?” I said.

“True, but it could have been a fluke. I mean, let’s be serious, I am pretty fucking irresistible.”

He wasn’t joking. He was serious. But he was also correct.

“No, it wasn’t a fluke,” I whispered.

Billy gripped my leg and moved his hand up my thigh toward my pussy. I parted my legs and arched my back hoping that his hand would rest on my damp cunt. He sighed.

“So Kitten likes pussy, she likes cock and we both know she likes to watch as evidenced by the fact she watched me and her mother going at it. What’s your favorite, pussy, cock or watching?” Billy asked.

“I don’t know Billy. I like to watch I suppose. But I like to cum too.” I said and moved my hips to the side hoping his fingers would find their way to my clit, which was throbbing.

“Hmmm, me too,” Billy said.

He stood from the couch and walked to the chair across from me. He took off his swim trunks and sat in the chair. His cock was hard.

“Then why are you sitting across the room?” I asked.

“Because I like to watch and cum too Kitten. I want you to sit up on the back of the couch, rest your back against the wall and spread your legs. Now!” he commanded.

I did as I was told and started rubbing my pussy in front of him as he began to pull on his cock. He pumped his cock up and down hard and never took his eyes away from my pussy.

“You like that slut?” Billy moaned as he worked his cock.

“Yes!” I said.

I jammed two fingers into my pussy and started pumping back and forth. I brought my fingers out of my cunt and sucked on them. Billy moaned and jacked himself faster.

“Get over here, I want you closer. Crawl!” Billy moaned.

I slid off the couch and crawled across the soft, fluffy white carpet. I never took my eyes off his beautiful cock as he stroked it up and down. He held his palms out toward my face when I reached him.

“Lick them!” he ordered.

I lapped my tongue up and down his palms like a paintbrush on a wall. He put his hands on either side of his cock’s shaft and stroked up and down in short, strong bursts.

“God Billy, I want you to fuck me hard,” I said.

“No, you watch you little slut!” Billy said. He hooked both legs over the sides of the chair. “Get your face down here and stick your tongue in my ass!”

I bent down in front of him and started encircling his asshole with my tongue. He let out a loud moan and his pleasure was making my pussy throb uncontrollably. I darted my tongue in and out of his asshole while I slapped my pussy and worked my clit.

“Oh, fuck yeah. You fucking little whore. Tongue that ass hard!” Billy demanded.

I swirled my tongue around and inside his asshole as he furiously banged his cock.

“You’re such a dirty little slut!” Billy gasped.

I wanted to watch him jacking off so I brought my face away, jammed two fingers into his asshole and started pressing up the same way Michael did to me. Billy started convulsing on the chair, his legs tensed and he screamed.

“Fuck yeah here it comes!” He screamed and grabbed the back of my head and jammed his cock into my mouth.

His jizz spurted in my mouth and down my throat. I knelt at his feet and drained his cock of everything as I fingered his asshole. He came a lot.

“Holy fuck Kitten!” Billy said. “That was so fucking good.”

Billy stood up, put his swim trunks back on and walked toward the door leaving me kneeling in front of an empty chair.

“But Billy I didn’t come!” I said. My pussy
hurt
I needed to cum so bad. It hurt a lot.

“Oh you will. As a matter of fact, I have a little plan that will combine your love for pussy, cock
and
watching. How does that sound?” Billy asked.

“Fine,” I mumbled.

Billy turned the doorknob and started out the door.

“Wait! What about me?” I whined.

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of you very soon. Until then, you know what to do. Carry on!” He winked at me and slammed the door behind him.

I slapped my pussy as I thought of Billy’s cock, the as-yet-unidentified pussy and watching.

I cannot wait.

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Lola Swain writes erotica & mainstream fiction (yes, both). She is deluded enough to believe Judy Blume wrote with her in mind. Her stories are perfect to read alone, or with that special person in your life...or people, by all means. She loves to hear from her readers so feel free to drop her a line at [email protected]. Viva la kink!

I swallow.

Fight or flight kicks in and it robs me of the ability to talk--to beg. I don't run because he'd find me. I don't fight because I deserve whatever he's gonna do to me.

It shouldn't be a surprise considering I hate school and would spend all day at the mall or the movies if I could. I never studied for tests or did any homework and now I had the fruit of my labor.

Daddy looks up at me, his eyes like coal. "Is this some kinda joke?"

"I-" I decide against an explanation and shake my head slowly from left to right. My head is bowed, a golden curtain of hair swishing back and forth.

"A C in US History, a B- in Chemistry and two more B's,” he says with disgust.

I wince as he slaps the report card on the table beside him. "You're a senior this year, Marie. How on earth do you expect to keep your scholarship to State with these grades?"

His voice is harsh and disappointed. I avoid his eyes because I'm ashamed.

My heart pounds as he pushes from behind the desk. His feet are hollow as he walks to where I stand. I feel him behind me, his massive chest heaving in and out. The nearness of him makes my nipples stand at attention. I don't know what he'll do…will he spank me? Ground me?

A flash of fear goes through me as he lets out a sigh, his breath tickling the bare flesh of my trembling arms. He wouldn't take the car, would he? He couldn't!

"I want all your credit cards," he says acidly. "And your keys. If you can't study, you don't need a car."

"Y-yes sir." I mumble. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Look at me."

I don't want to, but I know disobeying him right off would make it worse.

I turn.

The look of inefficacy on his face is too much to bear, so I scan my eyes downward. He's wearing the royal blue shirt I love--the one that makes his gray eyes sparkle. I can make out his strong chest beneath the material. If I tried to go to him, like in the middle of the night while everyone is sleeping, would he push me away?

I take a step forward, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I slowly raise my eyes until I have him in my sights. "You haven't come to me in weeks."

He laughs. "You're certainly not trying to pin this all on me, are you Marie?”

"No," I say quickly, licking my lips. I steel myself, knowing what I want to do is risky. It could backfire. But I have to show my daddy I'm sorry. What better way could I express it than on my knees?

I sink, a slice of pain going through me as I reach my final destination. But when I see the outline of him, curved against his thigh, the pain becomes secondary to the need. I had to have my daddy's cock...and I had to have it now.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks but there's a tremble in his voice that gives him away. He wants this--just as bad as me.