Thrust Into His Arms

I press my thumb against her cum slicked clit, an electric feeling coursing through us at the contact.

Hers more intense as I carefully spread my cum through her folds, collecting some which I penetrate into her entrance, driving her into another orgasm.

She would look so great with my cock plowing her pussy. My cum overflowing from her insides.

The imagined thought of that sends up a wild surge of lust into my blood which I am channeling into working her clit faster and jerking myself off.

I didn’t remove my hand from her clit even as she screamed, begged and moaned and squirmed.

Her body shifting back into the mattress to try and escape it. Her hips bucking wildly, eyeballs disappearing into the back of her head, moaning and crying as she reaches the peak.

Her back arching sweetly off the bed, every muscle and nerve on lock.

She is approaching.

So am I.

I continue working us both until the euphoric feeling crashes in simultaneously. The burst of pleasure zapping through me like electric.

She collapses weakly as she returns from the insane high. Her body twitching with aftershocks.

I was busy letting out every last bit of my release directly on her pussy again before I lay beside her on the bed, reeling in the aftershocks of my orgasm.

I stare at the celling, listening to the sound of her uneven breathing.

The thick smell of our activity permeats the air. I smile as something clicks in my brain.

I have never gone down on any girl before. I could never bring myself to.

I never fail to use protection when I fuck. It’s more of a STD reason than not wanting to get someone knocked up.

The idea of going down on a pussy always brings a nauseating disgust to me because the girls I fuck around with are wild sluts with bucket holes who can most probably take two dicks up their cunt at a time.

So I have never felt the urge to. But with Gweneth, it’s entirely different. I never wanted to stop.

So this is what real lust and hunger looks like? I have become like a switchboard to which she is the only circuit to. "You’re the first girl I let fuck and cum on my face." I said, letting her know.

"I didn’t want it. You forced it on me." She chokes out, voice sounding like she is breaking inside, ashamed of what we just had and hating herself for how much she had loved it.

"Can you say that you don’t like how you feel right now?" I hum.

She doesn’t answer that. Don’t need to because it was clearly obvious.

Silence settled in as neither of us spoke. Which instantly brings to my notice that her brother is no longer crying. He didn’t pass out or anything right? I quickly get up to go check inside the small framed bed to see him soundly asleep.

His chest calmly moving up and down. When did he fall asleep?

Surely he had not heard or understood any of the things I just did to his sister right?

Gweneth pushes me aside as she herself comes to check on him. She touches him and even puts her finger under his nostrils to feel his breathing.

Heaving a sigh of relief when she finds it alright and steady.

"You’ve violated me enough. I hope you are happy.

Leave now." She orders.

"That thing you did? Don’t ever do that again."

"You are in no position to tell me what to do. Fucking get out!" She seethes. I badly want to tell her that I’m sorry, and ask for her forgiveness, and tell her that I would be less of an asshole from now on.

And that I want a real chance with her. I’m more than willing to try. But it will be a hard pass right?

It was easy to admit it to myself. But why can’t I just say it to her? Why is the thought of telling her that making me feel like I’m fucking chewing on glass?

GWENETH

I read that one is supposed to feel blissful after an orgasm because of the dopamine rush from sexual activity. I can’t lie that I didn’t feel that from Calix going down on me.

He is responsible for the sensitivity and stickiness between my legs and also the pounding terror in my mind. "I will for now. But just know that you’re mine. Goodnight pet." That was what he told me before he left, after I had asked him to get out. That was enough for me to know and realize that I would never be free from him.

Especially now that he is crazy interested in me. The idea of that is more creepy than any horror show I have seen. Leaving Krohns does not mean I would be far away from him.

And I want nothing more than to cleanse my mind from him and everything he did. The only way for that to be possible is for me to get out of here. Far away.

A change of environment. He wants me to come to back to Krohns, saying he would do anything to fix it. I laughed because even if that had been possible—to completely fix it all and erase the shame and embarrassment off me I still won’t be going back there.

I would rather go to hell.

I let him know that, and he said that he wasn’t giving me a choice. That bastard is always going to act as if he owns me and has control over my life. I can’t stay here.

It was around 10am when Dad called, he sounded angry, asking what was going on and why my phone was turned off. Those bastards had called him too. With that, I finally came to a decision. I was going to leave this place.

Everything is ruined for me here anyway. It would break me even more to see my parents reaction.