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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
33
Views:
6,984
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Solly, The Author, And TheSupremeForce, co-creator hold exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplicati
Chapter 17
Celeste stepped into the house after her first day of school with an ache in her shoulders and a grudge against humanity. Academically the school was ahead of the one she had been at previously, meaning that even at a year behind she was almost lost in some of her classes, though she enjoyed the challenge and enjoyed still knowing many of the answers despite that. Socially she was the new leper. Everyone watched her but no one would come near her. She had gone into the bathroom at one point to make sure she truly was put together properly and then sighed. Being the new girl was never an easy task, especially when the school was small enough that everyone knew everyone else, at least by face if not name.
The last thing Celeste wanted to deal with upon her arrival home was Chris, and yet there he was, standing there looking as dashing as ever, grinning at her. “Where’s Mom?” she asked, adjusting her back pack off of her shoulder and placing it down by the door.
Chris was ignoring her, his eyes roving over the tight body in a school uniform. It fitted her too tightly in some areas, showing off curves that should be illegal on a girl her age. “Very nice.”
Celeste had to keep herself from snapping at him. “That’s not really an answer, Christopher.”
He shrugged. “She went to the store.”
“Okay,” she said flatly and bean to walk away from him.
He followed. “How was school?”
“Fine,” she snapped.
“Just fine?”
She rounded on him and he looked down at her as she tried not to grind her teeth at him. “Just fine,” and she met his level gaze.
“You sound a little disappointed.” With her shrug he moved forward and placed his hand against the wall, placing his body close to hers, forcing her away from the stairs. She began to slide the other way, looking for any sort of escape, and he put his hand on her hip to keep her steady.
“I just got home,” she snapped.
“I’m very aware of that.” He slide his hands down the front of her top, slowly pulling the buttons on her blouse open.
“That means I’m tired and not in the mood.” She reached up and wrapped her hands around his, not strong enough to force him to stop, but wanting to deter his movements.
“No?” He was not deterred. He moved his hands over her blouse, pushing them away from her breasts to reveal the soft white lace of her bra underneath. “That’s too bad.”
She leaned back a bit, letting him look her over, watching his eyes rove along her body. “For you.”
He grinned, looking down at those full breasts, moving closer to her. “Absolutely.” She was forced to release his hands, her small hands reaching up to push at his chest. He knew how to take her down easily and did what was needed for her to be compliant, even if it was just long enough to force her into a naked state. He leaned down and kisses her.
Her eyes widened in surprise and as he predicted she did not pull away from him. She wanted his lips on hers, she enjoyed the feeling of his tongue slipping between her lips and running along hers. Her mouth opened to him readily and gave him the opportunity for what he needed to do next. His hands moved to her skirt and started sliding it downward, ignoring her squirm of protest, just continuing to push and kiss her until the skirt had fallen around her feet.
She blushed, and hated herself for doing so. It was more embarrassing to be standing in front of him in the matching white panties and bra than it was to just be naked. Her whole body was hot for him, maybe that was why she felt this need to embarrassment, or shame.
“I need to study,” she said weakly.
“That’s not even a good try,” he told her, gripping her panties and tugging, watching them start to slide away from her body.
She made a small noise, a noise he greatly enjoyed. “I said once I would… not for the rest of our life here.”
He dropped her panties to the floor and grinned at her. “Then don’t be super enthusiastic.” He reached up and grabbed her bra, ready to pull it completely away from her, taking the hooks apart with an ease that bothered her.
“I’m never super enthusiastic,” she told him and tried to walk away from him. She only succeeded in helping him pull her bra away. Her arms wrapped around herself, covering the bits that should not be seen. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him, her back against his front, his cock rubbing against her ass, a little more easily now that she was in heels.
He moved her against the wall, letting her push hard against it. She gasped out a cry of dismay which he was completely ignoring. His hands went to his belt and began pulling it open.
“No, Chris…”
He pulled down the zipper and pulled open the button in a quick fluid motion. Her foot came up to try to kick at him, great form but she was not truly trying to land a blow. She was trying to threaten him, and he would not have that. He yanked his pants downwards, stepping out of them and towards her. This time the kick landed on his shin and for a moment he felt the sting, but again it was not meant to do real damage, she was still trying to deter him with little effort on her part. An effort of denial more than an effort of truly stopping him. If she truly wanted to now she could, somewhere she truly knew it.
He slapped her ass for the kick, just for good measure, listening to her cry out, his hand moving to his boxers and pushing them downwards.
“Not like this!” she cried out, squirming in his grip.
“No? I think this,” he rubbed his thick cock against her tight perky ass, “would be fucking hot.”
“At least one of us would enjoy it…”
He rubbed harder, gripping her hips in his hands tightly. “What did you have in mind?”
She grinned over her shoulder at him. “Studying.”
He moved his cock lower, slipping it between her thighs, grinning back at her. She whimpered, tried to shift herself away from him and only managed to rub her wet pussy along him. “Yes… that’s it…” He rubbed harder, smacking her ass, listening to her cry out loudly again. He gripped his thick shaft, pushing it further between her legs, letting the head of his cock find her wet open slit.
He gripped her hips, pulling her ass towards him, forcing her body to move with his grip. He moaned in pleasure, pushing deeper into her slowly. Her whimper only makes him want to drive himself deeply into her, her shiver forcing him just a bit deeper.
“Oh yes,” he moaned in pleasure, “This is going to be great.” He pushed a little deeper still.
She cried out, tightening around him, trying to keep him out, though her wetness tells him otherwise. “What makes this great?”
“Let me show you.” In one hard thrust he buried his cock deep into her. For a brief moment she lost control of her body, her knees losing their support and trying to drop her onto the floor.
He moaned, gripping her hips and moving into her, pushing his cock deeply inside of her, keeping himself buried there. Her body slides easily along him, dripping wet and tight, her lips moaning quietly, trying to keep from crying out the amount of pleasure she feels with him deep inside of her. Their bodies slide over one another, bouncing hard together.
“Yes, admit it, you love this.” He pumped her harder, her breasts pushing harder against the wall, her voice rising with his pistoning body. He wanted to move slow, to take his time, but he felt too hungry for this very moment. He grew harder, without thinking it possible, when her hips moved back, slowly, tentatively, meeting his every third thrust.
“That’s is… fuck yes,” he moaned, moving harder into her. Her face pinked and her body stopped moving, thrown off by being called out on her movement.
He slapped her tight ass hard while pumping into her.
She cried out in pain, convulsing around his cock. “You are going to leave a bruise,” she reprimanded between breathless moans.
“Then go with it,” he demanded.
She shook her head, letting him pump her hard, sliding in and out of her tight body. For a moment she stayed pressed tightly against the wall, letting him move inside of her deeply and hard. For a moment he felt her hesitation, her need growing, and then she stopped fighting, as she was prone to doing. She moved, sliding her hips back, rocking against him. Her movements were slow, they were unsure, and yet it was movement. He wanted it, he would take it, for a those moments it was all he cared about, gripping her ass tightly and helping pull her along his thrusting cock.
“Yes,” he moaned, feeling her body tighten around him, hearing the way her breathing changed as she was readying herself for that ultimate climax. Her nails scratched down the wallpaper, her body arching.
“No,” she moaned.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he told her, gripping her hair, bending her back so he could look into her glazed eyes.
“No, no, no, no, no…” she whimpered, her body aching, her feet lifting her onto her tip toes, trying to lessen the feeling of him driving himself inside of her. Her hand reached back, gripping his shirt into her small fist, pulling at it.
He moved with her, moaning hard, holding tightly onto her. She cried out loudly, jerking, almost sweeping herself off of her feet. Her dripping pussy leaked over his cock, giving him easier access inside of her as he pumps, swelling in her.
Her grip on his shirt starts to tear it away from his body. He only grins, pumping her harder, a hand moving up to cup her breasts that are now much easier to access. He moans into her ear, loving the pressure of her body growing tighter, unwilling to completely give itself up to him.
“Chris… stop…”
“What’s in it for me?”
Celeste whimpered, shaking and curling up slightly, trying to make it harder still for him to slide in and out of her. He only wrapped his arms around her body and held her up.
“Not getting me pregnant,” she cried out, whimpering, surprised at the strength in his arms.
“Try… again,” he moaned, swelling further.
She cried out again, squirming harder, only making him grunt as he tries to hold back what he is aching to do. “I hate doing that.”
“Then,” and he only pumped harder. He was biting his lip to keep from spilling into her, even now he could have been worried about the drops he was sure were slipping from him into her.
She tried to kick out of the position, shaking over his cock. “You are a pig!” she screamed, squirming harder.
“Oink… oink…” He trembled hard, straining to hold back now. He was tempted to bite her to keep from releasing, to hear the cry of pain, and then he wondered if it would only turn him on further and force the eruption he was holding back.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” she cried, squirming in his arms. “Fine!”
Chris nearly dropped her to the floor, pulling out of her quickly. She steadied herself on her feet, shaking hard, but made no move to move back towards him.
He moved back towards her, rubbing himself against her. She cried out and squirmed, shoving at the wall to force him back. “No?” he asked.
“You didn’t tell me what you wanted,” she placed the blame.
“Surprise me,” he said, rubbing his cock against her ass. “Quickly and eagerly.”
She pushed harder and he stepped back, her body turning to face him before she allowed herself to fall to her knees. He grinned, watching her take in the long length of his cock with her glazed eyes. “You wish,” she grumbled and without another word she wrapped both of her hands around his soaked cock and began stroking him hard.
“Yes,” he moaned loudly, “but this way I can be sure… to aim…”
Celeste shifted, moving his cock to point it at her full breasts. She whimpered and shook as her hands slid up and down his length, feeling him swell again in her hands. He would have preferred to fill her mouth but he had to admit that her hands felt great moving over him.
“Fuck,” he moaned in pleasure. She had to look away from him, continuing the quick pumping motions. “Yes, I’m going to cum all over you…”
Her face was disgusted, but her hands did not stop. He moaned, swelling further, and then erupted over her, his cum spilling over her breasts, dripping down them over her stomach. She shuddered, still pumping him. “Gross.”
He laughed a bit and pushed forward to rub his cock against her cheek, leaving a slight trail of cum as it finish pouring. She jerked away from him hard, sliding across the tiled floor of the hallway and back towards her clothing.
Chris breathed hard, panting a bit as he tried to catch his breath. Celeste looked about and felt her eyes move to her clothes a bit sadly. Chris reached out and pushed a strand of her hair away from her face. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of wiping yourself with your clothes.” Her answer was swatting at his hand. He grinned down at her.
“Yes, I am,” she snarled when he kept insisting on doing that sweet movement of brushing her hair back out of her face.
He furrowed his brow. “You’re not that far from your room… or the bathroom.”
“They are all of the way up the stairs,” she thought of how much she was likely to drip between now and the top of the stairs, “and you are a jerk for not offering any help.”
Chris smirked that now infamous smirk and bent over. He easily scooped her into his arms and began carrying her up the stairs. He did not give her a choice of destination, instead moving them into her bedroom. This time he knew where to find a towel as he put her back onto her feet. He gripped the towel and began wiping her down, cleaning her off. She let him, standing there in her usual pout form.
He finished cleaning her off and then wiped his dick clean of the rest of the drips. Celeste moved over to her bed and he followed, sliding into it with her, pushing her back against it. “Please, I can’t…” she begged of him, his hands traveling her body.
“Yes, you can,” he told her, rolling her onto her back and sliding between her legs. She moaned, arching upwards. He loved it, the way she responded when she was not thinking, uninhibited for a few moments of needing him. He rubbed his still hard cock against her wet pussy and slipped himself back inside of her. He saw the wince, the tremble of her body. “It will be fine,” he promised her and started to move deeply, taking her quickly but not hard.
She moaned, wrapping her arms around him, letting him pound into her in pleasure. She let herself go, let herself enjoy him pushing in and out of her. Their bodies moved together, their moans filling the room.
“I should just spend the night with you tonight,” he moaned to her, gripping the breasts he thoroughly appreciated.
“No, you can’t,” she gasped out, gripping him tighter, throwing her head back. “Mom… she can’t… know… you can’t do that.”
He drove himself deeper into her, lifting her as he pumped in and out of her tight pussy. “You think… she doesn’t know what I do to you?”
Celeste shook her head vigorously and he wondered if she wasn’t right. Cassie seemed jealous of her daughter, she always had, but she seemed to think what had happened was it. Did she think when he went to see Celeste that he was just having a meaningful conversation with her every time?
He kissed the girl who was pretending to be his daughter, licking her tongue, sucking on her lips. “What if I invite her to join us?” He felt the smack against his arm and ignored it. “She can come in here and watch me pound into you, watch how much you enjoy it, that you love me working my cock deep inside of you.”
“Stop!” she cried out, pushing at him, shaking under him. “You can’t… do that to her!”
“Why not?” he asked her, pounding harder, watching her curl up under him to take it. He wanted to point out that Cassie was not nearly as conscious about Celeste’s feelings, but his goal was not to hurt the young girl.
“You… just can’t!” she cried out, worried about how much that would hurt her mother. She knew her mother was falling for this man and that it would tear her up to see Chris driving like this into Celeste, to see him moaning and panting over her in pleasure.
He pushed in and out of her, looking into her eyes. She faced him and he grinned. “What do I get for not saying anything to her? For keeping this a secret, what do I get?”
“Nothing!” she cried out. “Why don’t you just stop doing this with me and only do it with her?”
“You don’t want that,” he told her, driving himself deeper. “You don’t even have to say it, I know you don’t want me to stop fucking you. You need this cock, you ache for it, you yearn and think about it.”
She whimpered and moaned, feeling him go deeper and harder. She wanted to just tell him yes, she ached for it, thought of him all day, it had been part of her problem. When had she become a daydreamer? She could never admit to him that, that she needed him, and instead she kissed him, feeling her lips move hotly over his.
He moaned into her lips, thrusting into her. “Yes,” he moaned. “Tell me that we can do this more often and without the preliminary of a fight and I’ll never tell her, I’ll keep this a secret.”
She whimpered and stuttered, her body growing tighter again. “I can’t,” she whimpered. When he went to argue she put a hand over his lips gently. “Not more often. I promise… I’ll stop fighting, just… not more often, I can’t do it!”
He kissed her hard. “Deal,” and continued to pound into her. They moved together hotly and quickly, her fingers clawing at him, gently, careful not to leave a mark on him. He pumped her hard and she screamed out her pleasure, dripping over his cock. He let her know his pleasure this time by pulling out and pumping until he spilled across her stomach. She whimpered, shivering, wrapping her arms around herself.
He slid up, gripped the already damp towel and wiped her down once again. She watched him, looking up at him shivering. He leaned down and kissed her softly. “I‘ll get your clothes, my beautiful Celeste. You should get ready for the dinner your mother is going to make tonight.”
She could only nod, watching him disappear from the room in retrieval of her clothing. It was the first time she remembered she was still wearing the heels she wore to school today. She kicked them off and then hurried into the bathroom for her shower. She was not ready to face him again, and definitely not ready to face her mother.