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Mom’s been crying since I got home. She had a fertility appointment that didn’t go well. I don’t know the details no one comes home crying hysterically over good news. I don’t think she’s able to have another baby like she wanted. Eddy, Mom’s fiancee (I call her Ed as some type of way to disrespect her) isn’t too torn up about that. If I could I would blame Ed for everything. For ruining my parent’s marriage. For uprooting my life living in a big city attending a private college and shuffling Mom and I into some quiet town away from anything exciting. She can be blamed for a lot. But not this.
        Mom is just barren. 
        

Usually we have dinner together me, Dad and Mom. Now a days it’s me, Mom and Ed. Except tonight it’s Ed and me. We sit at a small round table eating Chinese food shifting between tight silence or talking so we don’t hear how loud Mom cries. 
       “I feel like I should comfort her.”
      “No,” Ed says gruffly.
      “Then maybe you should comfort her.”
      “Let her grieve.” She drags her chair back and walks toward the fridge. Crispy cool air blows across the room until it hits me. “Have a  beer with me if you want something to do.”
      “I’m not 21,” I tell her. I don’t know why she bothers trying to speak to me. It’s obvious she doesn’t care about getting to know me. She’s just here to fuck my Mom. Use up her body until someone else captures her attention.
     “This isn’t a bar. Have a beer with me.” She carries a six pack of blue moon back to the table. Using her teeth to pop the cap off one of the bottles. Ed places it down beside me and takes another one for herself. The bottle makes a hissing sound as the cap is ripped off. 
        I’ve never drank before. The idea has tempted me because everyone drinks. I just don’t see what’s fun about drinking in a club or a party. It never seemed safe. Seems less safe with all the weirdos in my classes now, they’re always leering like I’m something that needs to be hunted. But I’m at home with Ed. Who paints for a living and smells like saw dust. She’s a beefy woman I’d think twice about starting some shit with her but she’s not weird. It’s much safer to drink with her than my peers. 
        I bring the bottle to my lips and try to chug it. The taste catches me for surprise and I slam the bottle back down. Gasping and coughing on the taste. 
      “What the fuck was that?” I grab a paper towel and wipe what spilled from lips.
      “Oh man is this your first beer,” Ed says laughing one hand raised up in the air. I glare at her in embarrassment. “Most beer tastes nasty. You do get used to it.”
       “Does any alcohol taste good or are you people masochists?” She throws her head back laughing. The laugh is too loud and she covers her lips. Something about us laughing feels so fucked up when Mom is going through all types of grief.
       “Some of it taste good. Don’t act like you don’t drink.” Ed reaches for her bottle and takes a quick sip. 
       “I don’t,” I say beaming with pride. I slide the bottle away from me and resume eating my pork fried rice. 
      “Well you aren’t missing much. But don’t waste a beer. At least finish it.” Unwillingly I stretch my hand back toward it drinking as she drinks. The foul yeasty taste floods my mouth once more. “This is gonna be really rough time for your mom. All those fertility treatments it cost a lot.”
      “Are you guys getting a surrogate or something?” 
       “I don’t know,” Ed says with her lips hovering around her beer. I watch her throat bulging as she swallows a mouthful. “Either way it’ll be a lot of money.”
       “Should I be worried?” My hand automatically raises my beer to my lips. I feel myself getting worried but I also feel other things. Warm. “Like do I need to get a job. It’s bad enough you made transfer schools.”
       “I didn’t do anything. You could have stayed there and just got an apartment. Believe me we feel bad enough as it is about Brown. I know you liked it. It’s not gonna be like that or get any worse than that.” It very much get worse like that. But Ed has this cool and confident personality that makes it seem okay. I’m trying not to fall for it. The beer isn’t any help. The taste grows on me, it dries out my tongue and so I keep drinking expecting it to rejuvenate the muscle. 
       “Whatever, can I have another beer?”
       “Are you trying to out drink me,” Ed chuckles.
      “I bet I could. Dad says he and mom don’t get drunk fast so I’m probably the same way.”
      “Let’s put it to the test then. Whoever stops drinking first owes the other person a favor.”
        I shouted, “Deal!”
        Ed fetches us another case of beer before we begin a twelve pack this time. I’m not sure why I think I can out drink Ed. She has at least two beers a night. But if I do it. Maybe I can tell her to leave my family alone. Mom will stop trying for a second child and I can even try to get Dad back in the picture. Even if all of that doesn’t happen Ed being gone will make me happy enough. I’m filled with confidence I have no business having. 
        The table quickly fills up with brown bottles. Beer bottles double by the second. Two turns to four. Four to six. Six turns to eight and my vision gets hazy. My stomach feels bloated full of beer I’m not sure I can keep down. Ed is reaching for another bottle.
      “Wait let’s take a potty break.”
      “A potty break,” Ed laughs, “are you in elementary school?”
      “No but I really gotta pee.” I stand up from my seat my legs turned to mush and my hands gripping the fabric of my skirt. “Our game isn’t over yet.”
       “Alright.” She draws back her hand with a huge smirk on her face. The walk to the bathroom isn’t far. But it feels miles away. My legs aren’t meant to carry the rest of me and I grab onto other surfaces as I walk. “You need help?”
      “I’m fine.” The bathroom is in the next room which used to bother me since it was so close to the kitchen but after four bottles of beer back to back. I’m so grateful. I’m so desperate to pee I rip my lace underwear up as I pull it down. It’s something I ignore as I feel the pressure come off my bladder. I wipe, flush and wash my hands and wobble back to Ed. I scoop up my underwear and toss it into the trash. Trying to hide under some other pieces of trash. She’s placed the empty bottles of beer into a clear bag to create space for the other beer we need to drink. Suddenly I’m not sure I can do this anymore. “What if we called it a tie?”
      “A tie,” she repeats. “I barely feel drunk.” I stand right in front of her not even realizing I’m this close to her until I can smell the sawdust. “You feeling okay?”
       “It’s too much beer.” She makes a sympathetic face that lets me know we can stop. Ed pushes her chair out at angle for her legs to be exposed. She pats her strong thighs and I take a seat like she asks. “I couldn’t drink another drop.”
       “You handled a lot for a first timer.” Ed wraps her beefy arms around me securing me in her lap. My body is on fire, my chest buzzing like bees live inside me. I don’t feel here the way I did just a few moments ago. I feel so far. “Now about that favor?”
       “What do you want?” I groaned with the roll of my head. 
       “Give me a kiss,” Ed says with her fingers outlining my lips. I don’t even remember her hand getting so close to my face. “Give me a nice long kiss on the lips.”
       “Pervert.” She grabs my ass as I slide down her lap a bit. Her hand secures me in place. I won't be going anywhere. I kind of enjoy that feeling. “How long is long?”
       “Thirty seconds?” 
       “Fine.” What am I thinking? This is my Mom’s fiancee. The woman who ruined my parent’s marriage.
        I wrap my arms around Ed’s neck drawing her closer to me. She may not be drunk but she’s tipsy at best. Her eyes are hanging a bit low over her eyelids. I close my eyes and lean into her face. Our lips meet softly fitting perfectly together. She kisses me with such a controlled desperation. She lets out little moans every time we separate for a second. I can feel her trying to be gentle trying not to suck me in. Her hands grip me with a bruising force I can’t help but moan. 
       “That’s more than thirty seconds,” I pull away to say. My heart is beating frantically in my chest. My body hot from kissing my soon to be step mother. Ed’s hand has crept up my thigh, calloused thumb grazing against my sensitive skin. Her engagement ring shocks my skin and I jump. 
       “Oh shut up.” She dips her head toward my lips again. Kissing me with the same restraint but slipping her tongue into my mouth. The kiss is so much hotter. The way her tongue rolls around with mine almost sensually. It’s the opposite with her hands. Her hands roam up and down my body. She makes a stop at my tits grabbing and squeezing them. Finger tips twisting my nipples earning the tiniest mewls from me. Her hands glide down my waist, wrap around my hips, and she palms my ass like it belonged to her. 
        I’m so lost the in the kiss I don’t realize her hand reaches my crotch. Ed’s lips trail away from mine dragging down cheek until they stop at my neck. She sucks my skin into her warm mouth, humming, biting, and adding to the slickness between my legs. She lets out a short gasp, surprised by my lack of underwear. 
       “No panties.” Her voice is so harsh and raspy against me I could tremble. “You’re making this so easy for me.”
        “Making what easy?” I open my thighs for Ed to run their fingers up and down my slit. My pussy leaking all over her fingers. I feel her fingers slip between my folds and bump right into my clit. My lower half twitches at the contact. 
       “Fucking you.” I feel it. I feel something in her pants twitch. “I’ve been dying to fuck you since your mother introduced us.”
       “I knew it. All those times I caught you staring.” She rubs her fingers around my clit in a circle. My thoughts becoming even more screwed up. “She just thought I was being paranoid. Hateful even.” Something in her pants twitches again. 
        “She didn’t believe you.” The way she says it is almost teasingly. Ed’s other hand plays with the entrance of my cunt, the other on my clit moving faster and faster. My hungry pussy fluttering open and closed like some whore. She edges her finger closer to my hole and only gently pushing inside. I can feel her slipping into me her thick finger spreading me
open. I slightly move my hips forward trying to sink down to her knuckle. “She probably won’t believe this either. You spread out on my lap just moments before being slutted out.”
       “She’s too in love with you to think you’d do such a thing.” We share a hungry look that puts whatever anger I feel toward Ed on hold. I want her. I want my mom’s fiancée. This time I lean in to kiss her. 
       Our kiss is sloppy and wet. Ed loses more control the greedier our kiss becomes. I grab hold of her pulling her head as close to me as I can. I suck her tongue into my mouth just as her her finger sinks into my warm snatch. The diamond on her ring sinks into my skin. It hurts a bit, her finger inside of me but the beer translates that to pleasure. The further her finger goes the more I moan into Ed’s soft lips. She moves her hand slowly in and out of me. Drawing all the way back before sinking back into me. I curse against her bruised lips. 
      “You’re dripping,” Ed pulls away from our kiss to breathe out. I look down at the regrowing hair between my legs to find Ed’s big hand coated in my juices. “Look at how easy it is to slide into you.”
        My thought swirl into a twister. My right from wrong chasing after each other as Ed finger fucks open my snatch. She continues her commentary on my leaking hole and how she’s been waiting for me to grow on her enough to do this to me. 
         “Pervert,” I slur into Ed’s cheek. Her lips curling up into a smile at the word. Ed pulls her finger out of me bringing up the dripping digit to my mouth. She doesn’t ask me to suck it off I jump to taste myself. 
        “That’s the problem with your mother.” I wrap my tongue around her calloused finger tasting my kinda earthy pussy and the salt from her sweaty skin. “She’s a bit boring. Vanilla. I like that some nights but other nights I want a hole.”
        Ed grinds against up against me as she says her last sentence. Her hips moving almost rhythmically against my ass. Ed removes her finger from my mouth and I feel momentarily heartbroken by this. She pushes me gently off her lap, keeping her hands on my hips and directing me toward the table. I press my hand against the wooden thing feeling the world spin at my feet. Her bulge presses against my ass I’m pinned in place by her heavy hips.
       “Oh god. I feel so dizzy.” Ed isn’t listening to me. She’s stretched a big arm around me and grabbed another beer. It takes nothing for her to pop the cap off with her thumb. Ed holds the bottle toward me. “Oh no I don’t think I should have anymore.”
        “Don’t be boring,” she chided. The snap of her tone caught me by surprise but not more surprising than her using her other hand to force my lips apart. Her callouses feel like they might cut me. “You sound like your mother. Always calling it quits when things just got fun. The last thing you want is to be like her. Have another beer.”
        It’s not much of choice. She pours it down my mouth. Some spilling and splashing onto my lips as the yeasty drink rushes out the bottle. I swallow. I swallow all she gives me because if I don’t I’ll choke. Her hand slides down the curve of my ass. I don’t know how or when but my legs are spread apart with her between them. Ed’s fingers finding my pussy again. I feel her move in and out of me, stopping to slip another finger in. 
         My moans interfere with my drinking and coughed up what went down the wrong pipe.  Everything else my body sucks it up like a god damn sponge. My mind, my morals travel further away from me. My hand clenches what it can reach knuckles turning white. 
        I’ve masturbated before. Made some poor attempt to finger myself a few times. I never felt anything like what I’m feeling now. Pleasure sits at the bottom of my stomach. It spills down my legs in hot trails. Ed shoves her fingers in and out of me panting deep into my ear. She does a twisting motion with her fingers as they split apart my velvety walls. My heart flutters twice. Once in my chest and again in the depths of my cunt. I’ve masturbated before but I’ve never made myself cum like the way Ed does. 
        She holds me up with her weight. My legs trembling as the rest of the orgasm beats up my body. It’s an earthquake. A storm. Its violent in its wake.
        “That looked intense,” Ed points out. She kisses my cheek softly and reaches over for another beer. “You need something to drink.”
        “Not that.” I try pushing shaking my head no but for some reason I keep making a yes motion. “I need water.”
        “Just drink this.” The cap hisses as it’s ripped from the bottles neck. I open my mouth and wait for what I need. “That’s a good girl. Just do exactly what I say.”
       When I finish the bottle Ed tells me she’s proud of me. She also tells me to turn around and assists me by keeping her hand on my hips. Her face flushed with beer and lust. In her eyes I can see her next command and I do so without saying a thing. I push my skirt down to the floor, step out of it and get on the table holding open my legs for her to see. She smiles bright with pride and my pussy flutters.
       “Atta girl.” Ed starts unbuttoning her pants. Shoving down her pants to her ankles. I get to see the thing that’s been twitching them. The thing that bulges against her boxers. Ed like waiting for the right moment pulls down her boxers revealing the dick that’s been trapped in them. “I’d normally take my time with you. A sweet virgin like yourself.” I don’t want that. I want to tell her that but my throat feels so dry. “But I need a hole tonight. Not something I need to be delicate with.”
        “I’m not my mother.” Ed smiles brighter as she steps over to me. Her balls swing with each movement. She grabs the base of her dick and strokes the multicolored thing. It curves up slight into the air. The head overflowing with pre cum and she messages it into the skin of the tip. I swear I watch it twitch with life. I can’t feel the nerves. Can’t feel what all the other girls said I’d feel. Excitement. Anxiety. It’s the alcohol, it has to be.
         Ed leads her tip to my flushed lips. She taps it three times against my clit before dragging the head down in search for my slit. I wouldn’t say Ed is long maybe average six inches, but she’s girthy. And I feel that almost immediately. The tip of her feels too wide like it’s not meant to fit. It hurts just feeling it inside of me. Burning and stretching my hole into a bigger one. 
       But that’s just the tip. Ed has more she needs to sink into me. And I thought that hurt but the rest of her felt like a spear. I can’t help but try to run to scoot back a bit but Ed collects my legs and pushes them up onto her shoulder. She drags me back toward the edge of the table and leans over me. My feet twitching in the air as the position allows her to press everything into me in one shot. 
        I hold in my scream. I clench my muscle tight as if that’ll stop the pain shooting up my body. My insides throb and pulse, my insides don’t feel like they can take a dick like hers. I feel my skin bulge like it might pop. Liquid pain runs out of me, dripping between my ass. Ed watches with her face twisted into pleasure. 
        “Good job,” she praises me. “Other girls scream and cry. But you held it in.” Ed slowly pulls herself out of me and digs back in. Short gentle thrusts like she’s still getting the feel of me. “Just lay there and take it. I don’t think I’ll last long so don’t ruin it by crying.”
       “I won’t,” I hiccup through my pain to say. Ed closes her eyes and loses herself in my body. She bites her bottom lip muttering fuck to herself. She pumps her hips in and out of me slowly but building up speed. The pain has faded some what except a few shocks here and there. I feel so light in my body the only thing I can feel is Ed. Her dick shoveling deeper into my cunt. I can feel myself wrap around her, my walls holding onto her each time she thrusts back in. The clench and the wetness of my pussy must feel like a massage to her. Her balls beat against my ass, the impact combined with the wetness dripping out of me starts to hurt. I'm so uncomfortable positioned like this.
         I’m spread open. Laying here on the table while Ed reshapes my cunt. I’m a hole. The table shakes and beer bottles clash together as Ed takes me much faster. Grunting, groaning, and cursing at me. I don’t feel all that much pleasure from this. Not like when she was fingering me and all of me felt lit up inside. I’m like a hole. It makes wet squelching sounds every time Ed shoves herself inside of me. My pussy tightens on its own, the heart beat in it feels like a sucking motion. Like my body is trying to milk Ed. God, I really am just a hole. For my mom’s fiancée of all people. 
        “What about my mom?” I ask Ed. I’m not sure why I’m thinking about her especially now of all times in this fucked up scenario. For some reason that makes her plunge harder into me. It’s the first of her movements that sparks pleasure in me. My next sentence is blocked off by my own moan. “Are you gonna leave her?”
        “Of course not.” Her voice is hot against my skin. Her eyes seems lost like she’s glided completely into pleasure. “Two of you is better than one. When one gets tired I can slip right into the other.” She rolls her hips into my cunt with more weight in each push. Ed feels so hungry for me, like she wants her dick to reach further into me. She slams her dick in out of me grunting each time she bottoms out and all my pussy does is makes gushing and squelching sounds in response  “You’d be my favorite hole. I fit right into you. You feel that don’t you.”
         Ed stands up removing herself completely my legs to fall from her shoulders. I don’t get a chance to feel the soreness of my legs or the rest of my body because she’s between them again, feeding my cunt her throbbing dick. Ed places one of her hands on my stomach right on top of the bulge I felt earlier. 
        “Look at this.You think I can experience this with your mother,” she says all matter of fact like. She draws her hips back slowly to demonstrate how I can see her move inside of me. “Not only is she dull but she’s all used up.”
        “Don’t talk about her like that.” I secretly want her to keep doing it. “It’s not right. You’re gonna marry her.”
        “You feel so much better than her. This is a pussy I can breed, can’t I?” A beer bottle rolls off the table, shattering once it meets the sound. She keeps going, dick tapping something in me that shouldn’t have been touched. It’s the only thing that makes sense right now. Breeding. Breeding. Breeding. My body yearns for it. I try as uncomfortable as it may be to fuck back into Ed. I try to meet her bruising thrusts. Even if we aren’t in sync and sometimes it hurts. A switch in my mind has been flipped. I wanna be breed. I wanna be breed. I want to be breed. 
        “Do it,” I managed to husk out into her ear. “Cum in me.” 
       “Stop that.”
       “Please. You can do it I want you to. I want to feel you drip out of me.” Ed groans in some type of frustration, she stops mid thrust and rips herself out of me. A mix of our juices run down my legs. She pulls me up off the table and drags me toward the staircase. I feel the pain of what her dick did to me as I’m forced walk. I need her back inside. “I miss it.”
        “Just hold on.” Ed shoves me down towards the stairs, grabbing onto my hips and holding my ass in the air. Soon enough my pussy is full with her dick again crammed full faster than I can blink. Bent over like this with her inside me feels like she's touching my gut. I can feel her move deep into me the bulge  “I want her to come down and see us. Her sweet little daughter drunk off cock begging to be breed. Say it again.”
        “I want you to cum in me.” I find whatever strength I have and begin rocking myself back and forth impaling myself on her incoming dick. Her dick jabs at me, poking me closer and closer to the edge. She slips and slides through me that I forgot it ever hurt in the first place. “Please Eddy. I need you to do it.”
        This entire time she’s been grabbing me not carrying about her strength or that I bruise easily. I’m something for her to grab to bend however way she wants. She grabs me again yanking me up right against her. One hand holds my hip the other is fisted in my hair. If I thought she couldn’t reach deeper Eddy proved me wrong. 
        “Your mother calls me that too.” My clit throbs with that information. My pussy leaking more juices as she violates my insides. “When I wake her up with my tongue in her old cunt she calls me Eddy too.”
        My eyes flutter and twitch at her movements. Fast unrelenting speed. Pleasure builds again in the center of my gut. It’s her raspy voice. How she sounds like an animal. How she chooses to talk about me and Mom like we exist to make her feel good. It makes me feel funny. My clit pulses silently between my folds. 
         “I can get pregnant.” She feels so desperate. Nails digging into my skin and her grip on my hip locked onto me. She’s becomes so sweaty and sticky, her musk drips down onto me. I feel like I’m hers. It drives me mad. “I can do it. I can have your baby.”
        “You’d do that for your mom?” Our skin so wet makes there’s slapping sounds that would wake anyone. But there’s no movement from upstairs. Nothing I can hear at least. “Is that how good of a daughter you are?”
        “I’d do that for you.” I’m not even thinking about Mom. It’s about her. Eddy. Her pounding me and pounding me until she collapses. “Pleaseplease please. Cum in me. Cum in me. Let me carry your baby.”
         After a while of nothing. Of Eddy moaning and groaning while she lets the heat of my cunt engulf her she finally agrees. “That’s a good idea. But we’d have to fuck all the time.”
        “I don’t care,” I gritted out. My brain hangs on the edge of an upcoming orgasm. So does she. I can feel the way her hips are losing rhythm losing control.“As many times as we need. Until I'm pregnant."
        “You mean as many times as I want. I need to be able to have you whenever.” She pauses to let out strained groans. She’s so close. She’s so close. She’s so close to cumming in me. “I need you all the time. Shouldn’t matter what you’re doing as long as you can empty my balls.”
        “Yes Eddy.”
        “This will be good for us. For your mother. A grandmother is still a mother after.”
        I nod mindlessly while I’m pushed over the edge. My orgasm strikes me down like lightning turning me rock solid. It’s so electrifying that my eyes roll back into nothingness. I fall deep into pleasure.  

When I wake up I’m so thirsty. I feel wilted. Like a house plant that wasn’t been watered in ages. When I wake up I’m surrounded by darkness but I at least know I’m in my bed. Eddy must have brought me to my room. I fit right into the mold that I made into my mattress. I can feel her beside me. My bed feels different with her in it.
       I feel so sticky. With sweat and god knows what else. I feel different. Gross and disgusting. But then she lifts up my leg and slides into me and the faint sting of pain reminds me of all that I offered. I whimper into my pillow. Trying to stay quiet as Eddy bottoms out over and over. She mutters how good I feel, how slippery I am and that this time she won’t let anything slip out of me. 
      "We shouldn't have done this." I groan between each word as her hips bang into me. "She'll never forgive us. She'll never forgive for me."
        "Doesn't matter," Eddy groans. "She won't find out. The sooner you give her a baby the sooner she'll be distracted with it." Tears fill up in my eyes. Tears I didn't know my body could produce because I am so so thirsty. My tears drip down the curve of my cheeks. The trail of them remind me of the wetness sliding down my legs and staining my sheets. Eddy leans over and licks the tears from my face. Her breathe smells like beer and I can only imagine what mine feels like. "You like it. You love this. That's why you came down here." I slip a hand between my legs where I can feel Eddy pump into me. "You could have stayed in that shitty fucking city but you came down not for your mom. But for me. You wanted this, me. Don't start crying about it now. Just shut up and take what I give you."

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Eddy doesn’t let me sleep. She lives inside my body ravishing me until the sun comes up. Exhaustion breaks my body down. I couldn't keep up with her thrusting and whining of her hips. It was easier to lay there, to turn, into a starfish while Eddy enjoyed herself. When sleep reached for me she was still going, shooting blanks inside of my cum filled pussy growling like an animal.
The day is over when I wake up. My skull pounds into my brain with the brunt force of a hammer. I feel like a fish out of water. Dehydrated to the point it hurts to breathe. I throw myself out of the wet sheets and run toward the bathroom. I turn on the faucet and let the cold water fill my mouth. The water that drips down my chin reminds me of Eddy forcing another bottle to my lips. For a moment the water is replaced with the yeasty but sweet taste of beer. I pull my head away, convinced the water flowing through the faucet is beer. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
My hair is a matted mess. My curls tangled around each other like hooks. My eyes are not just red but swollen my cheeks stained with dried my tears. The skin on my lips split open into cracks. My eyes trail down the mirror noticing the hickeys on my neck spreading down to my collarbones. I look thoroughly fucked. I feel thoroughly fucked too. The rest of my body looks worse. The flesh of my nipples are an angry red and there’s scratches on my stomach. Between my thighs is Eddy, her dried girl cum sprayed across my skin.
Disgust runs through me. I need to clean up. That’s the only thing that will make me feel better. If it’s even possible. I draw the shower curtain open and turn on the dial all the way up. Water jumps from the shower head and steam fills the bathroom. I need to wash all of Eddy off me. I need to get rid of where her lips kissed and bit my skin. I gotta get rid of her smell. All of her touches. Her cum too. I squat down, the hot watering dribbles down against my skin. I lead my hand between my legs my fingers reaching to my hole. The area is sensitive to the touch. I jump against my fingers. My body doesn’t recognize me, she thinks it’s Eddy probing at her. My pussy floods with moisture.
She ruined me.
I work my fingers inside of me. Careful not to give myself a reason not to give into pleasure. I once saw in a porno a girl scooping cum out of her. She uses her middle and ring finger to get all that goop out of her. I try the same method, curling my fingers inside my torn wound. If anything comes out of me the water washes it away. Or maybe my body sucked it all up. It’s been hours after all. Hours of fucking. Of being spread open and deflowered.
My mind keeps running back Eddy taking advantage of me. Getting me drunker and drunker. And fucking me harder each time Mom was mentioned.
“Your mom feels nothing like you,” she breathed into my ear. I wince as the memory rushes back to me. She had me flipped onto my stomach. All her weight rested on me. I wasn’t going anywhere trapped beneath her but she fucked me like I was. “You’re making me feel so good. So much better than your mommy.”
My fingers skinny and long pump into me. My legs fall open and the water hits my clit. My hand isn’t enough. My fingers aren’t as thick as Eddy’s. They can’t stretch me the way she did.
The toilet lid slams shut. The sound jerks me out of my masturbation. The toilet flushes and the water temperature drops. Cold shame presses against my skin.
I rip my fingers from myself, capturing my gasp between my hands. Was I moaning? Did I call out Eddy's name? Is it Eddy inside or worse was it Mom? I watch the shadow move slowly. Hanging over the sink with their head down. The water burns as it travel downs my body. Water slides down the marks Eddy left behind, my shame absorbing into the skin. The person eventually leaves and I sit inside the tub hoping I suffocate from the steam. I only leave the bathroom when the water falls like hail.
In my room I dry off, detangle my hair and rip my sheets off the bed. I throw the sheets, my clothes, and anything from last night into a laundry bags, tossing it over the shoulder. My feet hurry across the carpet moving so fast I can feel the bottoms of them burn. Mom's room is right beside the stair case. If I can get past her room without her noticing my laundry I'll be one step closer to a guilt free conscious. Just as I'm about to pass the door I hear a low conversation between Eddy and Mom. The door is cracked an inch just enough for me to hear bits and pieces.
"You gotta eat. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning."
"I just can't," Mom whimpers. I hold my breathe sucking in everything that will let them know I'm there but also so I don't explode with shame. "How could I eat?"
"Just some bread and butter. Maybe some jam." Mom muffles something I can't hear but she must have agreed cause Eddy slips out the room. I'm surprised to see her but Eddy doesn't look the same. She smiles corners of her lips digging into her cheeks. I hurry down the stairs away from her.
The washer and dryer is in the basement deep underneath the house but somehow the smell of toast slithers down to me. I try loading the laundry into the washer but each time I bend over my stomach burst into pain. My legs can't hold my weight and I crumble down. I drop my head into my hands guilt spilling from my eyes. Eddy's voice keeps playing in my head, every single word. The more I keep thinking about last night the more I realize I set myself up. I did this to myself. What was I thinking? Why did I think I could out drink her? I went into the bathroom with panties on and left commando. I sat on her lap Eddy didn't force me there.
I wanted her to assault me. I basically handed myself over without any second thoughts. I’m like some god damn whore.
I feeling the weight of all my decisions sit on my shoulders. A new feeling is beginning to bother me. Something as strong as my guilt. I liked it. I mean I didn’t like that she made me drink so much but I like sex. I always thought I wouldn’t but I enjoyed it. I like the feeling of being penetrated of being stretched and filled. I don’t know what any of this means. How could I like sex that would be considered rape under the law?
I hear my name called and snap out of my head. Eddy is standing by the bottom of the stairs looking at me with great concern.
“Are you okay?”
“Just some pain.” Eddy walks over to me and offers me her hands. I decline. Who knows what I’ll do if she touches me. “How’s Mom?”
“She’s seen better days.” That’s funny that’s something I should be saying. Cause I’ve seen her better days unlike her. “How are you?”
I answer her with a question, “Do you really want to know?” Because the lists of feelings is endless. Disgusted. Guilty. Horny. Confused. Shame.
“I don’t.” I look up at her completely taken back by Eddy’s bluntness. “If I’m being honest I came down here because I wanted to fuck you again.”
“Well you can’t. I’m way too sore.”
“Then your mouth,” Eddy offers instead. Her dick is straining against the fabric of her pajamas pants. She freshened up too I guess. “Give me your mouth.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be making my Mom toast or something.”
“I did. Now your mouth please.” I stretch one hand toward her crotch. Sliding it into the slit made in the middle my fingertips brushing against her cock. I wrap my hand around it and pull out of her red and black graham pants. Her dick even when soft is relatively girthy. “Why are you looking at it like that? Wrap your lips on it.”
“I’ve never sucked dick before.”
I avoided looking at her because that means I have to recognize that I’m on my knees and she’s standing tall above me. A resemblance of our power imbalance. I look up at Eddy when she’s been quiet for too long.
“You need me to tell you what to do?” Her brown eyes are darkening with a lustful glare. A heatwave must have passed through me. I feel hot inside. “Just stroke it. Move your hand up and down slowly.”
I do as she says tightening my fist around her dick and moving it up and down. Her skin moves with me. When I stroke up toward her tip the skin almost engulfs the small hole cum shoots out of. When I glide down it follows. It starts to grow in my hands blood pumping it to full thickness. I don’t think I understand how big Eddy was when she fucked me yesterday. I mean I know she’s big but I didn’t know my hand couldn’t close around it.
“See,” Eddy says softly but there’s this feral need behind it. Just like yesterday. “That was pretty easy. Now you’re gonna keep stroking it but your mouth is gonna focus on the head and your just gonna lick it.”
I resume stroking but lean forward toward the leaking tip. I do as Eddy says and wrap my lips around it. It twitches inside my mouth and I rip myself off it.
“Why is it always twitching? What does that mean?” My hand still continues stroking the base. Running up and down feeling each vein thicken with desire.
“It means a lot of things. But for me it feels good. Keep doing it. Keep making me feel good.”
Her dick is in my mouth again. My lips cover the bulbous head. I have to pull my inner lip in some so my teeth don’t knick her skin. My tongue inches from back of my mouth toward it. My smooth tongue meets the smoothness of her head. I flick my tongue around the shape of it picking up on the saltiness on her skin.
“That’s good. Don’t forget to keep stroking it. Use both hands if you need to.” I start stroking her with both hands looking up every now and then for some nonverbal approval. My hands occasionally bump against my chin and as spit dribbles down her dick it becomes easier to jerk Eddy off. My hands slide easily up and down. It feels good for Eddy too. Her mouth is hung open and her eyes are squeezed shut. “Keep going. Just like that. That feels great.”
The praise was motivation to lick more than just the head. I drop my hands to my sides and move my lips off her. I widen out my tongue and lick it from the curve if Eddy’s dick all the way up twirling my tongue around the tip. The heat inside me festers as I repeat that action.
“Oh baby,” Eddy husks. “That’s good but not good enough. I need more.”
“More? Like I take the whole thing?”
“Exactly. We’re gonna be here all day at this rate. Let me take over. Let me use your mouth.”
“Just be gentle.” Eddy leans down arching her back in the air she lower her face toward my lips. She smashed our lips together kissing me with a powerful sharp need. One hand has reached into my hair and pushes me against her. She kissed me without shame and reckless like her dick wasn’t in my mouth. I’m lost in the kiss. My body reacting naturally to such aggression. Hardening nipples. A pussy that won’t stop throbbing. I’ll reap the shame of this later but I need this. I want to experience her dick in my throat.
“Open your mouth. Wide.” Eddy rushes to pull down her pants her heavy balls coming into view. She grabs hold of her dick jerking it off with one hand and holding my head in place. I quiver in lustful anticipation as Eddy outlines my lips with her dick, teasingly. I look up at her not wanting to miss one expression of hers when she finally feeds me her dick.
Her hips swing forward and her balls hit my chin. My mouth all at once is filled with too much dick. I can feel the stretch in my jaw and the discomfort forming. I tap Eddy’s thigh but she pays me no mind. She’s looking down at me swinging forward yet again. Her dick slams straight to the back of my throat. I gargle on her meat in a poor attempt to speak. Eddy keeps going. Thrusting her throbbing shaft at the back of my throat. Drawing out but reaming forward. The spit salivating in my mouth making it all too easy for her to keep going.
She grip my hair with both hands. Dragging me down while her hips thrust up. The speed in which she fucks my mouth made me dizzy but meant nothing to her. My tongue curled, my cheeks swelled and my jaw burned the more it kept going. It was sloppy.
Spit and pre cum mixed. It leaks down the shaft of her dick and got caught on her pubes or balls. Eddy moaned lowly at each hump of her hips. Her dick was beating against the entrance of my throat and it scared me. I gurgled with fear and lurched backward trying to get away. My escape made her more eager. Eddy used her weight to trap me against the washer machine. With no where to go panic set further into my body.
“What a wet fucking mouth.” Eddy pounds harder into my mouth. My head bouncing against the washer machine. Her rock hard dick smacks into the entrance of my throat and she drivers herself inside. I choke at the penetration my air feeling cut off completely. Instinctively my body gasps on her dick trying it’s hardest to draw air in from my nose. But all I breathe in is her sweaty pubes, the heavy musk of last night’s marathon. “Take it. Take my dick like you’re meant to.”
I claw at her thighs. Ripping at the skin until she releases me. She takes one step back her dick drenched with spit or mucus. Eddy wraps one hand around the base of her cock. The tip throbs with anticipation. I suck in sharp breathes my body trembling from the violent mouth fucking.
“That’s enough,” I whimpered. “No more. You went too far.”
“I want to go further.” And she grabs me again. Prying open my lips and fill my mouth with girl dick. Her hips are more relentless. She’s only interested in treating my mouth like a cock sleeve. Eddy couldn’t give a fuck that this is my first time. Sharp angular thrusts pushed her dick once again towards my throat. My throat cramps around. “More. Come on you can do it. You can take the rest.”
I can’t process how much more there is. My head is a spinning mess. She moves her hips in tandem yanking out her meat and slamming it back in. I sputtered, gurgled, and slobbered on her dick. My throat giving Eddy a massage of pleasure. Eddy dragged her dick up and down my throat. I want to tell her I feel like throwing up. But would that wouldn’t matter. She’s lost in pleasure. She beat her fist on the washer machine crying out in pure bliss. Eddy hammers into me quick and fast burying herself inside my warm mouth. My face is deep in her pelvis. All I see is darkness.
My brain starts to go all fuzzy. My jaw tingles with numbness. The exhaustion from yesterday still weighs me down and my fighting comes to a halt. A series of sounds pour from us wet slurping and other sounds I wouldn’t know how to describe.
My throat much like my pussy was taken without care. Eddy continued relentless with her focus on her pleasure. She stops mid thrust and pulls her sopping dick out my mouth. My chest wheezes as I suck in as much air as I could before she starts pounding me again.
Eddy steps back once more putting some space between us. She’s fisting her dick, jerking her girl meat with urgency. It happens without warning. Cum. It fires out of her in big bursts landing first in my hair then on my forehead and finally across my lips and nose. The heat from her cum warms my wet skin. Eddy groans, grunts as she dumps load after load onto my face. Coating me in thick white cum.
“Oh god!” Eddy exclaims. She shakes whatever cum left in her dick out toward my hair. When she’s finished she’s as big of heaving mess as I am. She grabs onto the washer to hold herself steady. “That was exactly what I needed after spending all morning babying your mother.”
I can’t find words to curse her out. My throat feels rubbed raw. I couldn’t speak if I wanted to. I pull my legs up toward my chest squeezing them tight in case Eddy thinks about using my pussy again. A pussy that’s beyond wet. It wouldn’t take much for her to slip inside. I’m leaking.
“This is what’s gonna happen next.” Eddy squats down to me and scoops up cum with two fingers. She holds it towards my lips and I slurp it into my mouth. The texture is nice not just thick but creamy too. She keeps feeding me her cum. “You’re gonna clean up again. Shower, wash your hair. Clean up whatever cum you’re not eating. Then you’re gonna drink some tea for your throat have some cough drops or something. Whatever you do after that doesn’t matter to me but after I put your mother to sleep I want to finish breeding you.”
“But I’m so sore.” Pain runs up my throat after word. A flash of anger crosses her face. After the violent fucking on my throat I thought she might hit me.
“That doesn’t matter. Breeding is not about you feeling good. It’s about me feeling good and you getting pregnant. Don’t be selfish.”
Selfish. How was I being selfish?
That question stayed on my mind while I showered. The second shower felt better than the first one. I was actually showering and not just masturbating. The cum in my hair took took three washes to finally come out. Next time Eddy thinks about cumming in my hair I’ll warn her about how much work it takes too come out.
I treat myself to some tea like Eddy directed and also made myself a sandwich. Being in the kitchen feels strange. If I look up from my plate I can see last night replay. From us eating Chinese food to Eddy balls deep inside of me. Sometimes I can hear Eddy panting. Like she’s right behind me. I hurry to finish my food and bring my tea to the room.

I’m just waiting. I sit in my room waiting. For a new day to start. For Eddy to slip inside my room. I’m stuck in a permanent state of waiting. Only getting up to drink water or pee. Swallowing hurts. A bolt feels stuck in my throat. All this time I’m sitting here waiting when I haven’t check on my mom in hours. I need to see her. It might make her feel better. Or me at least.
My door opens before I can reach it. Eddy stands in my door way. The bolt in my throat tightens. She steps inside moving like a skilled predator. Am I skilled prey?
“Can I go see mom?”
“In a little bit. We need to talk.” With a gentle hand Eddy directs me toward my bed. I forgot to put sheets back on she takes notice to this. “I don’t think she wants to see you.”
“You don’t know that.”
“She told me,” she argues. A comforting hand rests on my thigh. At least I think it’s supposed to feel comforting. “She’s just hurting so much.”
“Am I not good enough for her?” Eddy is taken aback by my question. Her eyebrows knit together in concern. I don’t fully understand what I’m saying only that I can’t stop myself from saying it. “Why does she need another kid? She already has me. What’s so wrong with me?”
“Nothing is wrong with you. It just means she loved raising you with your father so much she wants to do it again.”
“With you,” I added. Eddy’s hand rubs up and down my thighs. Between my legs my pussy dampens. “She wants to do it with you. I’m not enough for her.”
“You’re just older now.” Eddy’s voice seeps like wax into my ears. A slow incoming doom settles over me. “It might be that you remind her of her younger days when she first had you. She was with your father for so long she thought there would be more time to have another child.”
Eddy picks up my hand and drags it toward her crotch. My fingers curl around her flaccid dick stroking it through her pants. She leans her head back and moans softly. Eddy spreads her legs a little bit, a bounce courses through her limbs.
“You’re getting better. We only need to do this a few more times.”
“We shouldn’t.”
“Hey, this was your idea.”
“I was drunk. You took advantage of me.” Eddy’s dick creates a tent in her pants, straining to come out. “You planned this.”
“For a good cause. Don’t you wanna be a good daughter?” I can’t bring myself to respond. The silence is filled with Eddy’s moans and cries of pleasure. Pre cum soaks through the fabric. “Wouldn’t you say you had a happy life? A good childhood.”
I answer weakly, “It wasn’t bad not like other kids. She was always there for me.”
“So why don’t you help her out. Just a few more times until it takes. You’re doing this for your mom. After all she’s done to take care of you isn’t it fair you take care of her in return?”
Eddy lays me down on my back. I hold my legs open for her. My pussy glistening from her spit and my juices. She line her dick between me, gliding herself between my lips. The skin gets wet, shiny with our fluid. Eddy looks down at me as she forces her away inside. I brace myself for the stretch, the piercing tear that splits me apart. It hurts. The pain running down to my ass. I must clench against Eddy because she wiggles her hips against mine forcing me open.
“Just think about your mom while I take you. Thinking about how happy she’ll be once you give her a baby.”

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It’s easy to get used to things that aren’t supposed to be happening. I feel so rotten inside I don’t remember if there was ever a time I was fresh. What was I like before Eddy tore into me? I like to think I was more focused. Like I knew how to balance everything on one hand. I used to sleep better. If Eddy doesn’t wake me in the middle
of the night pump cum inside me then she’s in my bedroom by morning doing her inspections.
Today isn’t any different yet somehow it feels worse than the yesterday.
Eddy’s figure looms over the edge of my bed. The corner of my comforter balled in her fists. The blanket slides off of me lingering the same way her touches do. I slowly crawl out of bed for her to do what she needs. Eddy’s eyes exam every inch of my blanket for blood. When she finds nothing on the sheets she turns to me with a face solid as steel.
“Are you hiding something from me?” Eddy asks in a controlled manner.
“Hiding what?” I glance down at my feet then back at her. I don’t sleep with much on these days. “I’m basically naked.”
“You still haven’t had your period.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” I want this conversation to be over with before it turns into something else. I pray to God that Eddy is thinking there’s something wrong with her balls instead of me. I might even go to church again if it works in my favor.
“But you’re also not pregnant yet. How is that possible? It’s been more than a month.”
“Maybe you should get a check up.”
“You think that’s fun,” Eddy spat. “Let’s check on that mouth of yours.”
I’m already kneeling by the time Eddy approaches me. Her hands gather bundles of my hair into a tight ponytail. My fingers hook into the waist band of her sweats dragging them down to her ankles. Eddy’s dick swells to full attention bouncing up against her stomach.
I press soft wet kisses along the bass and work my way up to the tip. Stopped to lick along the curve. She trembles above me using my head to steady her balance. I know what she likes now. Soft and slow bobbing. Kitten licks at the slit of tip. Deep throating when she least expects it.
“You taste different today,” I say between licks. From my knees I look up at Eddy. Her mouth, slacked jaw lets out hiccups of moans. “Saltier.” I take Eddy back into my mouth swirling my tongue around her and releasing with a pop.
“That’s your mother you’re tasting.” I stop bobbing my head mid way down. Eddy grinds her hips closer to me. It’s easier to take her but sometimes it’s like my throat shrinks. “Is that gonna stop you from finishing?”
“That’s disgusting.” I muffled out.
“But my dick is still in your mouth.” I thrust my mouth forward swallowing all of her in one good. “Oh fuck,” she cries, knees bending forward.
Eddy’s cocky words are buried in her throat. A hungry recognition washes over me. I lunge back and forth on her dick, sucking in my cheeks when she hits the thing in the back of my throat. I ignore the tears stinging my eyes and focus on sucking more of Eddy down.
I bulged obscenely against my throat. Wet rhythmic choking sounds fill the room mixing with Eddy’s cries of pleasure. Spit dribbles down to her balls and they beat against my chin each time I drive my head down. To keep my hands busy I place them on her hips moving them back and forth in time with my thrust.
Strings of words fall from Eddy’s lips. Not all of it leaves in the order of a sentence. “Sucking please slut more God.”
I slow my brutal pace. Pulling my mouth off Eddy’s bitch breaker. Her dick bounces against my face, covering my cheeks in slimy mucus. Eddy’s coal eyes are glossy with pleasure. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth chewing the pink flesh until it blood beads.
Mindlessly Eddy grabs the base of her dick. With my spit as lube she fucks her fist. Lazy half strokes pump up and down her shaft. I place my lips at the tip waiting for what Eddy calls my first meal of the day.
“Catch it in your mouth,” she orders me. I’m like some messed up doll. One command and I’ll do what she says. “Let me cum in your throat. Please you sucked me so well you deserve a reward.”
“Yeah?” I can’t recognize my voice. It’s a flirtatious purr. “This is my reward. Your cum.”
“Please.” Her eyes squeeze shut on the first rope of cum. I hang my jaw open waiting for the fresh baby batter. Eddy shakes the cum out of her all onto my tongue. Her moans sound like roars. Her gasps strained and heavy. I wait for it, all of it until she stumbles away from me. “Fuck!”
My jaw tightens the longer I hold my tongue out. I want her to see it slide to the back of my throat. All that’s left is the white residue.
I crawl over to the edge of the bed where Eddy has taken a seat. I nudge my head in between her thighs. Licking up what didn’t land in my mouth. She groans at my warmth.
“I can’t cum again. I was being over ambitious when I let this happen.”
“What happened to shutting up and taking it?”
I was always rotten.

My shame is something that catches up with me when I lock eyes with Mom. She’s an empty shell of herself. The human form of a crypt. Her body is concealed under a thick black robe. I wasn’t expecting her to join the table looking like the grim reaper.
Eddy places down plates of our food. For me scrambled eggs and waffles. For Mom just a cup of black coffee. I suddenly don’t have an appetite. I can’t eat in front of her. Not when I spent most of the morning with Eddy’s dick in my mouth. Guzzling her cum like mouthwash.
“Oh honey.” Mom cries, tears falling into her coffee. She touches me like I’m
the most fragile thing in her life.“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“There’s nothing you need to apologize for.” Eddy has no business saying those words and neither do I.
“Yeah,” I breathed softly. Eddy tangles Mom up in her strong arm. My heart pinches at the sight. “It’s not your fault.”
“I just don’t know what went wrong. Was it a vaccine I took or something I ate? What did I do?”
I don’t stick around to witness her breakdown. I never liked watching Mom cry. It’s not how I want to see her. To me she’s always been levelheaded and rationale. I want to keep that image of her. If infertility makes her act like this I don’t want to know what another affair will do to her.
I need to get out. Away from the house. Away from her. I think it’ll be good for me to spend a few hours away from the memories of me bent over.
I sort through my closet. Cycling between outfits until I find something the humidity won’t glue to my skin. There’s hickeys worth hiding from the world. Before we moved it was no big deal to be covered in love marks. People noticed and moved on with their day. Here everyone is under a microscope. I don’t want anyone to get ideas.
Before I leave my room I fish around in my nightstand for accessories. Underneath unused gift cards and post cards from my dad is my emergency pouch. Filled with tampons, pads, and pain killers. And birth control. These tiny pills are the only reason Eddy’s sperm hasn’t taken.
I take the bag with me, slipping it into my tote bag and flinging that one over my shoulder. To get to the front door I have to walk past the kitchen. Mom and Eddy are whispering amongst themselves. Or trying to.
“She doesn’t even care,” I hear mom say. “I’m crying my eyes out and she’s acting aloof.”
She’s talking about me.
“Maybe she doesn’t know how to comfort me. After all that’s never been her job.”
“She could try,” Mom croaks. “She could hug me or do anything except act like I’m not here. She’s acting like her god damn father.”
I make sure to slam the front door on my way out.

Rage is blinding. I don’t see red. I can’t see anything at all. All that’s behind me is all that’s in front of me. Open road. Signs telling me where the next restroom stop is. Nothing that’ll show me how to return to the past.
I keep my foot on the gas. Driving. Switching lanes. And stopping for frolicking deer and their fawns. Humidity finds away to slip inside my car. The air conditioning blasts into my face sending my loose curls everywhere. The world passes by me in rushes of green and streaks of brown. My thoughts keep me company, fighting one another until one reigns supreme over them all.
I have to stop this. I have to stop this twisted relationship with Eddy. Things can’t go on the way they anymore. I know Eddy won’t want to stop even if I never swell with her child. She enjoys dipping into what isn’t hers. The only way to end this is to send her away. Mom has to know what she’s doing to me. My word won’t be enough. Eddy is calculated, she’s consistent with the display she shows mom. Mom has to see the damage, what’s she’s done to me.
Eddy is careful. She’ll leave me with hickies but nothing worse than that: She doesn’t slap or pinch me hard enough to bruise. I need to look like I’ve been raped. I need to be raped, violently. I’ll say Eddy did it and it won’t be a lie because what she’s doing is rape. Rape that makes me gush all over her lap. Rape that can feel as gentle as lovemaking.
Does all rape feel good? Do other victims masturbate in the shower to the things said to them? I think being raped rewired my brain. I’m afraid I don’t know the difference between tape and sex anymore.

Finding someone to rape me isn’t hard. I guess that’s the thing about being a woman. Getting raped is so easy.
This is my second time on my knees today. Eddy is kind enough to put a pillow down to help protect my joints. I shouldn’t expect kindness from
this stranger, someone I met at a gas station. Imagine that, being so naive you expect a gas station clerk to be nice to you. She’s not nice, not in the slightest.
The back of my throat is jabbed at with meaty girl dick. Each bump hurts. Each bump makes my stomach retch up nothing. She likes the sounds of my choking. My squeaks and sharp wheezes. She twitches in the tunnel of my mouth.
“Tell the camera what you asked me,” she chortles. Her dick is snatched out of my mouth. “Go on tell them.”
“Rape me.” She beats her dic against my nose telling me to speak up. “I asked you to rape me.”
“And look at the bitch on her knees.” The camera catches me slurp balls in my mouth. “It’s my lucky day.”
The clerk lifts her phone up panning it around the bathroom probably aiming it at the mirror to watch back later. The wall are covered in graffiti. When I’m not meeting my rapist’s eye I read some of the works itched onto the wall. It’s a list of names. Jane. Nancy. Jessica’s and Monika’s. I wonder if this is the clerk’s doing. Has she fucked all these girls before me? Will my name make it up on the wall?
None of that matters. Not with my face shoved into the underbelly of my assailant. As Eddy would say her pleasure matters not mine.
“You ever suck dick before?” She’s tucked her phone way. Thank god. I don’t like being on camera.
“Yes.” I rub her dick between my lips, treating it like a hot dog sliding between buns. “My step mom’s. She forces me sometimes.”
Her eyes magnify in shock. Enjoyment, not disgust. She throbs violently in my hands, dick bouncing up and down with a mind of its own.
“If you’re this eager with me I can’t imagine what you’re like with her. You’re poor mom.” Tears stir behind my eyes. My poor mom. She doesn’t deserve to have a daughter like me. Sucking dick in the gas station bathroom. Sucking her girlfriend’s dick every morning. “She doesn’t know does she? You must be so confused.”
“I am,” I weep. The clerk pulls me off my knees with a sharp jerk. She forces me over to the sink, getting me in position. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Tell me what happened.” My shorts pool around my ankles. In the mirror I watch her step out of jean shorts. Her warm skin touches mine. “Did she force herself on you?”
“She got me drunk.” The clerk lines herself up against me, her dick pushing my moist lips apart. I feel her drag it up and down my slit. I’m usually wet by now. Excitement would pool down my thighs. I’m not ready, not prepared enough. As if a rapist would care. Eddy made sure I was ready.
The clerk slams me down on her length. I watch my mouth fall open and tears rain down my cheeks. My reflection is frozen. It doesn’t move as I move. My face doesn’t scrunch up and snot doesn’t pour out my nose. All my reflection does is watch.
“Keep going,” orders the clerk. My pelvis bangs into the steel sink the corners poke into my skin. “Tell me the rest while I get off. I want you to relive it.”
“She forced me to drink!” I gritted out through clenched teeth. The clerk fucks me the same way she’d fuck her right hand. Wild, no rhyme, only the primal need to get off. “Stop. It hurts it hurts. Please stop. My pussy is on fire.”
“This is what you wanted.” There’s a difference between sex and rape. There’s a difference between sex and rape. I feel it now. Eddy never raped me. She’d never hurt me like this. “Stupid bitch. You knew what you were doing when you pulled up. I bet you heard stories about this place. The dick slinging clerk that pumps your gas. You wanted this.”
There’s no place for me to escape too. I’m trapped between the sink and
my rapist. My ass stings with each incoming thrust. My legs buckle as she thrusts into me.
“Gonna send you back to your step mom with a nice surprise in your pussy. Tell her she raised a good rape slut.”
My name is joins the wall of other women. Raped or fucked I’ll never know. I know what happened to me though. What really happened to me. My pussy is a wound ozzing the cum of another women.
It leaks onto the gusset of my panties. Warm lumps of cum cling to my pubes. I drive back home with my hand in my pants scooping what I can back into me. The road is not a safe place to be on while I’m out. I’d do anything to stop craving the impact of Eddy bruising my insides again. Even if it means causing a collision.
I’m not right in the head. I’ll never be right in the head again.
The car inches closer to my house until the view of it is impossible to ignore. Mom’s car isn’t parked in the driveway. Maybe her and Eddy went out. I hope not. I need Eddy. I need her inside me, to flush her cum deep in my cunt. I need it so badly.
“Mom!” The walls of my house echo my words back to me. “Mom, are you home? Eddy!”
I find no one in the kitchen. This morning’s breakfast sits on the table half eaten and slimy from the humidity. I head around to the back of the house climbing up the stairs to her room. The door is left open, the bed unmade and clothes scattered everywhere. My stomach drops down to hell. Did they leave me?
Down the hall the floor creaks and the toilet flushes. Eddy emerges a minute later wiping wet palms against her shirt. I rush over to her, overwhelmed with my need. She accepts me into her arms, lifting me off my feet without much struggle. My lips attach onto hers, hungry. Desperate. I don’t care if Mom is somewhere about. Let her see. Let her see the slut I turned into.
Eddy groans into my lips. Her tongue swirling around mine until she stops. Her head jerks away from mine.
“You taste different. Salter.”
“I need you to fuck me.” Her eyebrows furrow together into knots. My body slides out of her arms onto my bed. “Come on, fuck me already!”
“Where did you go?”
“Who cares?” I shimmy my shorts down my legs, my panties following suit. I peel my shirt off and unbuckle my bra. Eddy’s eyes turn to dots as she gazes upon me. Her stare digs in between my legs. “I need you.”
“Where you go and who were you with?”
“I drove around for a bit.” I hook my arms under my legs and draw them back to my chest. I stretch my finger tips toward my slip, pulling my lips gently apart. Warm air kisses my erect clit. “And then I fucked someone. I let someone fuck me.”
“Raw?” Eddy asks, voice filled with disgust. It switches to rage in an instant. “You let someone fuck you raw.” She crawls on top of me, her dick straining against her pants. Beneath her Eddy raises her hand at me. “How many? How many people have you been letting dump a load inside of you?”
“Just one.” My cheeks sting with the force of her slaps. The pain runs to my pussy. “It was only one person, just today.”
“Disgusting!” Her hips grind against me. Or maybe it’s my hips that do all the moving. “Is that what you are? A nasty slut who wants to get pregnant by anyone with balls?”
Eddy slaps me two more times before I can answer. Pleasure leaves my head dizzy going around in circles.
“I’m on birth control.” All moving stops. Eddy glares at me like she could kill me. “That’s why you haven’t gotten me pregnant yet. I know what you’re thinking.” She climbs off of me, body stiff and fact twisted in disbelief. I unhook myself from the mating press I folded myself in. “Why did I keep fucking you? Why haven’t I gone off it? It’s cause I love the idea. I love the talk of you breeding me, cumming in me. You made me feel good. So good I couldn’t tell if it was rape anymore. That’s why I let someone rape me. So I would know the difference. If this is rape then don’t stop. Keep raping me.”

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As my punishment I’m only allowed to watch. I can't touch myself or take my eyes off them. I don’t know which part is more painful. Watching some bitch take Eddy down her throat. Or knowing Eddy is doing this because she thinks I’m dirty.

Until the tests results come back she won’t touch me. But she still has her needs. Balls that always need draining. With mom gone she was no choice but to relieve herself with someone else.

Eddy pistols her hips back and forth, driving her dick between the lips of a girl a year younger than me. She stuffs softened girl cock into the back of her throat. Each time the appendage is removed from the girl’s lips it comes out harder than when it went in. Red and sticky with mucus. The girl has a moment to catch her breathe. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose flushed with blood. Tears roll against her bright pink cheeks. I remember when Eddy did this to me. Cock warming her dick with my mouth until blood swells against her third leg. Getting her ready to fuck my cunt. Eddy didn’t blind fold me, but there must be a reason why the girl is wearing one.

“Come on,” Eddy snapped, spit launching from her lips. With one hand she guides her play toy back onto her dick. It’s an uncomfortable fit. The way Eddy’s bitchbreaker bulges obscenely against the girl’s cheek. It’s too much dick for her small mouth. “Take all of it or don't take it at all.”

The girl gurgles something in response, a type of protest. Her hands rest on the Eddy’s heavy hips. She tries pulling way. Her attempt futile as Eddy keeps pushing further into her throat. With a strained gag Eddy’s balls rest on her chin. Eddy stiffens up staked in place while raping the girl’s throat. Her ass cheeks clench up with pleasure. She pleads with Eddy. Slaps her hands against Eddy’s sweaty thighs.

I know the words Eddy's about to say before she says it. “Just a little longer. Don’t ruin this for me.”

I’ve been in her spot before. Learning how to breathe in the musk from her pubes. Trading myself not to panic meanwhile between my legs my pussy pulses for the same treatment. The first time Eddy did this to me I passed out. Darkness encompassed me and when I came back Eddy was rutting against me. It’s no different for my replacement. She stops her fighting, her arms turn slack before falling against her petite frame. Eddy removes herself with a shove to her body. She falls limply over the edge of my bed.

“You could have killed her,” I pretended to care.“

"She came from miles away just to get used by me.” She slides the girl up onto the bed leaving her hips to hang over. “That’s the least of her concerns. Condom.” I want to convince her to fuck me instead. I’m a better lay than her. I know what it takes to make a woman like her feel good. Eddy knows it too which is why this is my punishment. The condom slides on like a second skin. The transparent material clings to her length rolling all the way down her cock. The veins on her dick pulse violently with life. She guides herself into the unconscious woman until she’s seated all the way inside her. Eddy watches me watch her fuck somebody else. The bed thrusts into the wall wet slaps of skin echo across my room.

Eddy doesn’t know what I do with her condom’s once she’s finished. Maybe she has an idea, it could be on purpose. Leaving the tied up balloons of her cum for me to clean up. I clean up after her. Unknotting the condom and pushing her juices onto my tongue. I gulp it down, squeezing out as much as I can to start my day. I’m so used to starting my mornings with a steamy load of girl nut that any time I eat something else my stomach turns to turn. I am dirty. I think I’ve always been dirty.

With part of my breakfast stored inside my stomach I head to the kitchen to prepare for Eddy’s food. It’s the closest I can get to serving her. Making her meals. Toasting her bread the right amount. Learning how to make sunny side eggs with a little bit of runny egg. Pride blooms in my chest when she takes her first sip of coffee.

Mom being gone opened a sick sense of normal that I easily fell into. I talk to her over the phone, she’s loving the Florida sun. During those five to ten minute phone calls hate burrows into my chest. I want to yell at her for leaving me with a pervert. For leaving without saying goodbye or even thinking of bringing me along. I don’t have the courage to say all those things. There’s a hurt in the back of Mom’s voice that I don’t want to worsen. I just tell her all the things she wants to hear. School has been okay. Eddy misses her. And I’m adjusting.

“When do you think she’ll be back?” I asked Eddy as she downed the last of her coffee. “It’s almost been a month.”

“She’s rediscovering herself.” I leave my seat to clear the dishes from in front of her. I dump them off in the sink before return to the table.

“What does that mean?”

“I’m not sure myself.” She reaches for the stack of mail I brought in. Bills most likely. “Believe it or not I tried to convince your mother to stay.”

“Yeah right.”

“I mean it. I liked having her here. It made touching on you more fun. The sneaking around gave me a rush.”

“I’m not surprised,” I muttered. Her hand rests on my bare thigh and I tense up.

“I miss it,” she whispers softly. “Other Moms catch on but yours she’s just too naive. Watching a movie with you in my lap, your clueless mother beside us.” Her hand creeps higher up my leg. “She had no idea how deep inside you I was.”

“I was full.” Between my legs heat rekindles. I spread myself wider and invitation for her to keep going. She retracts her hand returning to opening mail. “I can’t take this anymore. Can you fuck me just once? We have condoms.”

“I’m not giving you that satisfaction. I don’t care if you beg I’m not fucking you until those results come in.” With that she returns back to opening mail. Unsure what to do with myself I copy her. Tearing open envelopes about pre approved credit cards and changes to our insurance. The silent between us pressed against my ribcage. Tears burned behind my eyes. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Imagine how pathetic Eddy will think I am crying over dick. Over not being pounded into the mattress. She’s hollowed me out. The longer I go without her dick inside of me the more emptier I become.

I will myself to focus on other things, other thoughts. Everything that comes to mind scatters like birds. Except one thought.

"You said there was other moms?" Eddy nods yes. "How many?"

"Not that many." She taps her chin trying to reconnect the number. "Four or maybe five. They've never gone as far as your and your mother."

"How did you know?"

"Know what?" Eddy quizzed. Attached to her lips a smile one filled with nostalgia. "That I like milfs."

"Or their daughters?"

"I guess I could tell you that story." I lean in my seat toward her. Open mind and eager ears. "I had just turned thirty six and I left my office job to start doing contracting work. I like working with my hands and it felt good being my own boss. My first job was with a widow. She just lost her husband after they bought their first home. Her and her daughter were lonely. I was just there to fix up the palce, build a few tables and desk. I wasn't expecting to get my dick wet."

"So what happened?"

"I stayed late for a glass of wine."