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  Forever.

  Of course, he couldn’t use that word with Alicia. She’d hear “forever” and run a mile. She was young and afraid. If he wanted her to keep coming back, he’d need to treat her like an animal—a cat or a deer—something that gets scared easily. But that doesn’t mean it can’t cope with connection. It just needs to take its time.

  He’d give her that.

  He’d fuck her every Friday, more often if she wanted, and soon enough they’d have fallen in synch.

  Just like they were doing now: she arching while he plunged, she kissing while he squeezed. They were really getting into it, rutting and grunting. If he wasn’t much mistaken, she was rubbing her clit against his pelvis every time he ploughed her. So he tried even harder. He hammered her snatch. And she loved every minute of it. She cried out and moaned. She screamed, “Daddy, you’re gonna make me come!”

  But she had that backwards, because she was the one who made him come.

  He blasted his load deep in his stepdaughter’s dungeon. That sweet pink dungeon, his happy trap. He could live there forever. He would, if she’d let him.

  The question was, would she let him?

  Only time would tell.

  Student Teacher Ex Sex

  Back when she was his student, everyone in school said that Mr. Salinger only gave Kimi straight A’s because he was dating her mother. That wasn’t true. Not in the least.

  Mr. Salinger gave Kimi straight A’s because she was sleeping with him… after class.

  Well, “sleeping” was a misnomer for what they got up to. There wasn’t any sleep involved. Hard to sleep on a metal desk, or in his big teacher chair, or in the AV closet at the back of the room.

  Actually, the AV closet was Kimi’s favourite place to fuck. Because it was dark, first of all. But mostly because it was secure.

  See, the classroom door locked, but the janitor had a key. So did the principal and all three vice-principals. There was always a chance someone could walk in on them while she was giving him a blow job, or when he had her on his desk, legs spread, feet resting on his teacher-chair while he bowed between her thighs and licked.

  His tongue was her heaven. She’d give anything to feel it on her clit just one more time. More than once, ideally, but he’d vowed it would never happen again. He claimed it should never have happened in the first place, and the school board would likely agree.

  But Kimi didn’t agree.

  Even if Mr. Salinger was done with her, she was nowhere near done with him. Anyway, it’s not like she was his student any longer. She’d graduated high school, gone off to college. And still she couldn’t stop thinking about the man who’d popped her cherry.

  Her sexy teacher.

  Mr. Salinger.

  The day he married Kimi’s mother was the darkest on record, at least in her heart. Because that was the day he told her, in no uncertain terms, that they would never fuck again. It wouldn’t be right to marry a woman and keep on fucking her daughter. Bad enough they’d continued their affair while he and her mother were dating.

  That’s why Kimi looked so gloomy in all the pictures from the wedding day. Mr. Salinger and her mother were so cheerful in their summery attire. Kimi had the appearance of a sullen child. The photographer kept telling her to smile, smile, smile! The best she could manage was a dead-eyed smirk.

  She stayed with her dad for a while, to give the newlyweds some space. The truth was, she couldn’t bear to see them mooning over each other. The man who’d broken her heart was now married to her mother.

  What kind of soap opera was she living in?

  Going off to college in the fall made a welcome change. She sowed some wild oats, dated a few boys, dated a few girls, but nothing could resolve her heartbreak. They say the only way to get over someone is to get under someone, but she’d gotten under, like, six different people, and none of them could compare with Mr. Salinger.

  She hadn’t realized, when they were fucking in the AV room or at the back of his class, what a great lover he truly was. Even the girls who’d eaten Kimi’s pussy weren’t half as good as her former teacher.

  She wanted his mouth between her legs.

  She wanted his cock jammed in her cunt.

  She wanted him, plain and simple.

  After a less than stellar academic year, Kimi came home from college to stay with her mom and Mr. Salinger. She needed to be close to him, even if that meant watching him kiss and cuddle her mother in the kitchen.

  Kimi spent nearly all her time in her bedroom, wearing headphones, listening to Alvvays and masturbating until her pussy begged for a break.

  It was only the end of April. How long could she bear this existence? How long?

  That’s when an amazing idea popped into her head: she could volunteer to help out at the school! They always needed photocopying done, or peer tutoring. Hell, she’d lend a hand in the cafeteria if it meant more time with Mr. Salinger, away from her mother’s spying eyes.

  When she brought up the idea at the dinner table, her mother was all for it. One step closer to finding a summer job, which is how she really wanted her daughter to spend the summer. Volunteering at the school would look great on her resume. Then, in June, Kimi could apply for paying work and come one step closer to being a responsible, self-sufficient adult.

  “Hear that?” Kimi asked Mr. Salinger. “Mummy thinks it’s a great idea.”

  When he raised his eyes from his plate of pasta, he shot daggers at her.

  He knew her game, and he didn’t want to play.

  But she’d get him back.

  How could he resist?

  Soon enough, she was sitting in the passenger seat of Mr. Salinger’s car, tapping her toes on the floor, too excited to contain her thoughts. “I’ll come find you at lunch.”

  “No you won’t,” he growled.

  “Why? Do you have a spare before then?”

  “No I do not,” he answered, gruffly. “Listen to me, Kimi, I know what you’re trying to pull, here, and I can tell you right now, it’s never going to happen.”

  Kimi played coy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. S.”

  “And that’s another thing! Why are you still calling me Mister when your mother and I are married?”

  “Would you rather I called you Daddy?” Kimi cooed. “Ohhh, I like the sound of that, don’t you, Daddy? From now on, that’s what I’m calling you. All. The. Time.”

  He winced every time she said the word. “Don’t do this to me, Kim.”

  “My name isn’t Kim. It’s Kimi. Don’t you remember whispering it in my ear as you slipped your dick into my tight teen pussy? Don’t you remember saying, ‘You’ve got the hottest little cunt, Kimi’? Don’t you remember telling me you loved me tiny little tits?”

  “That was a lifetime ago.”

  He kept his eyes on the road. It was a wonder this conversation hadn’t caused a car crash. If she’d been driving, she would have pulled over by now. She’d have jumped into his lap and kissed him into submission.

  When she showed up at his classroom just after the lunch bell, she was already too late. The door was locked. No sign of Mr. Salinger. Maybe he had a spare the period before. Maybe he’d taken off to avoid seeing her.

  She was smarter and more efficient at the end of the day.

  Five minutes before the end of last period, she showed up at his classroom door. When he dismissed his students at final bell, she shot into the room. There were lots of students she recognized. This had been her school, last year. But she didn’t react to the looks they gave her. She didn’t care what they thought.

  She only cared about Mr. Salinger. About his mouth, his hands, his dick.

  “Look what the cat dragged in,” he sneered as she approached his desk.

  There were still a few students milling around the classroom when she said, “All the better to eat you with, my dear.”

  He stared at her with a hatred that burned brighter than the April sun. That was fine.
She didn’t mind hatred. It was better than apathy.

  Apathy would always leave you hanging.

  Hatred would get you hard in a heartbeat.

  When the last of the students had left, Kimi closed the classroom door just like she used to do back when she was his student.

  “Leave that open,” he said.

  “Why?” she purred. “Afraid you won’t be able to keep you hands off your sweet stepdaughter?”

  Collecting sheets of paper from his students’ desks, he said, “Sweet is not a word I would use to describe you, Kimi.”

  “Not even to describe my pussy?” she asked, coming close. “You used to tell me that my pussy was the sweetest you’ve ever tasted… Daddy.”

  He winced. “I told you not to call me that.”

  “Why not?” Kimi asked. “You’re married to my mom. Doesn’t that make you my Daddy?”

  He shook his head as he escorted his stack of papers to his desk at the back of the class. When he got where he was going, he turned and asked, “When did you become such a crass little bitch?”

  “I think it happened the moment you dumped me for my mother.”

  “You know very well I was dating your mother before I started up with you.”

  “Non sequitor,” Kimi replied, stalking him like the prey he was. “You still dumped me when you married her. You ripped my heart clean out of my chest and crushed it beneath those wing-tips of yours.”

  He looked down at his shoes. “I wasn’t wearing these that day.”

  “I speak metaphorically.”

  “Too bad you couldn’t manage that when you were my student. Maybe then I wouldn’t have had to inflate your grades so drastically.”

  “Maybe I would have been able to study more if I hadn’t been so busy inflating your dick.” She took a chance and grabbed his crotch. He gasped when she found it: his secret erection. He sure didn’t want her to know about that, now, did he? Living proof that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

  “You’ve made your point,” he growled. “You can let go now.”

  “Let go?” she cackled. “Oh, Daddy, I’m just getting started.”

  His cock pulsed in her fist as she pulled him into a torrid kiss. He didn’t react, but he also didn’t pull away. He was bigger than her. He could easily overpower her, if he wanted to. Which meant he didn’t want to.

  Which meant… he couldn’t resist her tight teen body.

  Releasing his lips, she whispered, “Get your keys out, Daddy.”

  She dragged him by his dick to the AV closet. Every key but one had been lost over the years. Mr. Salinger held that key in his possession. There was nothing stored in the room but antiquated projectors, VCRs, televisions from the 70s—things no one had any use for anymore. One time, before they’d started up with all this, he’d told her that’s what he felt like, before he met her mother: antiquated technology, an old 8-track player, a man no one had any use for.

  Strangely enough, that’s what made her want him, at first. He hadn’t slept with her mother yet, as far as she was aware. Kimi wanted to prove to her teacher that he wasn’t useless technology. He wasn’t even that old.

  She’d sucked his dick that day.

  On her knees in the AV closet.

  She just wanted to show him he was still a man.

  It worked, apparently.

  Maybe too well.

  Because look how cocky he’d become, since that day. He’d married her mother. He’d dumped her ass. Now he thought he could get away with acting all snarky and mean?

  Oh, no. No, no, no.

  She would get what she wanted.

  And she wanted Daddy’s dick.

  Once she’d dragged him to the AV room door, he slipped his key in the lock without further prompting. Clearly, he wanted this as much as she did. He could fight his impulses all he liked, but he was hard as hell and he couldn’t deny that.

  Kimi slipped inside and tugged Mr. Salinger forward by the cock.

  When the door closed behind him, she stood stock-still in the darkness. She’d missed this place. No window, no light. Just him and her and a dozen or so old televisions behind a locked door.

  She didn’t say a word, and neither did he. Their heavy breathing said it all.

  Her mind was swimming. This darkness caressed her like nothing else. Not the darkness of night, because night had the moon and stars. This was total blackness. Felt like your eyes were closed even when they were open.

  After a while, you questioned your own existence.

  Just when Kimi started asking herself what her next move should be, Mr. Salinger’s hands found her upper arms and squeezed them tight. Before she could ask what he was up to, his open mouth slanted across hers. His tongue infiltrated it with all the passion she remembered from last year around this time. When they’d first started fucking.

  Hard to believe so much had happened in the space of one year: he’d popped her cherry, he’d married her mother, he’d dumped her sorry ass…

  They’d come full circle.

  He kissed her hard. Hard, but never hard enough. “Hard enough” would probably kill her. His tongue would have to expand like a cock in her throat, block her airway. She’d die in his arms. No better place to be.

  She reached inside his pants. She’d done this so many times. The dark did not dissuade her. It was easy. Familiar. That’s one thing his body had over every other body on the planet: familiarity. She knew every inch of it, except maybe his feet. She’d never been inside his ass, but that was his choice, not hers. She was willing, even eager, to get all up in there. It was him who kept putting it off for another day.

  His cock drooled precum all down her wrist, and so many memories flooded back. The first cut is the deepest. The first fuck means the most. She would never forget the first time she touched her teacher’s dick. The first time they kissed. The first time he sucked her tiny tits.

  The first time they made love.

  “I never stopped thinking about you,” he confessed.

  She stroked his dick in her little fist. Victoriously, she said, “I knew it.”

  He ran one hand through her hair, the other down her backside. Squeezing her ass, he said, “I tried to do what was right.”

  “Tried and failed,” she said, before picking up where their kiss left off.

  His hands were all over her, and she didn’t mind one bit. Especially when one of them found its way under her skirt, into her panties. He found her clit no problem, unlike every other human she’d fucked at college. He stroked it gently, gently, building to a languid pace, then a quicker one, taking his time.

  He knew her body better than anyone.

  And she knew his.

  She knew she could be a little rough with his dick. Because of his age, he wouldn’t come in five seconds. Unlike some people she’d known. It was quite a surprise, the first time she fucked a guy other than Mr. Salinger, and he came in five pumps. She was like, “That’s it? It’s over?”

  Needless to say, that guy had avoided her after the fact. If he did look her way, it was only to glare.

  Amazing how all those experiences of mediocre lovemaking led her back to the source: to Mr. Salinger, her first. The best.

  “I want to fuck,” she told him.

  “God, I want that too.”

  He unzipped his fly, unbuckled his belt. In the darkness, they had to go by touch and sound. And taste.

  Kimi fell to her knees in front of him.

  Even though she’d just said she wanted to fuck, his cock was too tempting. And she loved giving head. She remembered the first time. She’d been so eager, but nervous. Was she nervous now? Maybe a little bit. But not nervous about getting caught or doing anything wrong. Just that itch in the back of her mind, asking if this was really the smartest thing to do.

  Of course it wasn’t.

  But that wouldn’t stop her.

  She took Mr. Salinger’s dick in her mouth and sucked its familiar contours. She hadn’t reali
zed how much she’d missed the taste of her teacher’s cock. The liquid hint of precum on her tongue. The clean aroma of laundry detergent that surrounded her while she sucked him off. He bought a different brand than her mother. His laundry smelled different from theirs, though god only knew why he washed his clothes separately.