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  Unless his clothes had stains he couldn’t explain.

  Lipstick on his collar, perhaps?

  Had he been cheating with another student since Kimi graduated?

  No. Of course not. Why would he start fucking a new girl five seconds after marrying her mother?

  Then again, he started fucking Kimi five seconds after he and her mother started dating, so seeking out someone new was part of his MO, wasn’t it?

  Kimi shook her head to put these thoughts out of her mind. Suspicions were poison. She didn’t want that negativity in her system.

  All the same, she didn’t feel like sucking her teacher’s dick anymore.

  Climbing his body, she kissed him again, seeking any trace of guilt in his mouth. But she didn’t find any guilt in there. Just passion. And when she’d removed all thoughts of cheating from her mind, she turned her back on him and stepped to the side.

  When she found the metal shelving unit bolted securely to the ceiling and the floor, she climbed into her usual position: two feet on the bottom shelf, which raised her a couple inches off the ground. This compensated nicely for their height difference. She rested her knees against a higher shelf and gripped the vertical rungs.

  “Okay, Daddy Dearest. I’m ready for your dick.”

  This time, he didn’t complain about being called Daddy. He was too eager to blast his load in her snatch.

  When he found her ass, he folded her skirt up inside itself and massaged her bare butt cheeks. He’d always loved her ass. Soon he’d wedged his hot dick in her crack and started massaging her cheeks around his erection. After that, he began thrusting a bit, fucking her ass cheeks in a way that felt surprisingly good.

  “You’re wearing a thong,” he growled, hot in her ear.

  “I wore it just for you.”

  He had no difficulty shifting the strip of fabric out of his way to make room for his dick. Not in her ass, of course. He was too smart to attempt anal without lube. He was after her pussy, and lube was the last thing her pussy needed.

  She’d been wet all day, just imaging how it would feel to get inside this closet again.

  To get in here with Mr. Salinger.

  To suck his dick and get fucked by him again.

  After a summer, a fall and a winter without him.

  When his cock burst into her pussy, it felt like coming home. How many girls were this lucky? She didn’t have to go out to get the good stuff. The good stuff came directly to her, in the form of her teacher and stepfather and, in many ways, her ex.

  After all, he’d broken up with her. He’d broken her poor little heart.

  Because of him, she’d gone out searching for more. She’d fucked people who were barely acquaintances. And all that time, she was looking for exactly what she already had with Mr. Salinger.

  “Don’t ever stop,” she whimpered as he filled her full of cock.

  “Don’t you worry about that,” he growled.

  Releasing his hold on her hips, he yanked down the front of her top, along with her bra, all in one go. In the unyielding darkness, his fingers found her tiny tits. He twisted. He squeezed. That pressure elicited a sharp bolt of lightning that coursed through her body, straight between her legs.

  “Play with my clit,” she begged him. “I can’t let go.”

  She had to hold on to the shelving unit, with her face only inches away from something she could smell, but couldn’t see. It wasn’t a dead animal or anything, nothing like that. An old stereo, she would guess. Something that emitted a faint scent of battery acid.

  But that didn’t worry her. Not when Mr. Salinger released one nipple to trail his hand down her belly. As he pulsed his thick dick inside her pussy, he slapped her clit, god knows why. The sharp blows came as a shock, but they didn’t feel good. Not particularly.

  “Rub it,” Kimi said. “Stroke it. In circles. Like you usually do.”

  “Just trying to change things up.”

  “Well, don’t!”

  He let out a slight grunt before twisting her tit and squeezing her pussy lips with his whole hand. Now that felt good. That, he could do all day. When he bucked hard enough to make the metal shelving clang, she knew all her dreams would soon be fulfilled.

  “Oh yeah, Daddy. Yeah, please make me come! Fill me with cum!”

  He pounded her harder, knocking her collarbone against one shelf and her shins against another. She’d have bruises for days, but what difference did it make? Mr. Salinger was the only man she wanted seeing her naked. And he’d know what those bruises were from: fucking against a shelving unit in the pitch black AV closet.

  Fucking her former teacher, current stepfather, the man who’d broken it off with her, but who’d never stopped thinking about her.

  As he rammed his cock inside her, she admitted, “I think about you when I jerk off.”

  “Same,” he replied.

  “You think about me?” she panted.

  “I think about your pussy. I think about your mouth. Your hands. The smell of your hair. The taste of your skin. I think about you.”

  That’s what put her over the edge.

  Not the cock pounding her pussy.

  Not the hand clutching her labia.

  Not the fingers twisting her tit.

  When he was alone, he thought about her. That’s what got her off.

  She had to turn her head and bite his upper arm to keep from screaming. There were always a few staff members floating around the school after final bell, and she didn’t want any of them to come running.

  Pulling out from her pussy, Mr. Salinger said, “Step down from the that hutch and take off your thong.”

  “Take it off?” Seemed like something she should have done before they started fucking. They didn’t usually take off clothes in the dark. Too hard to find them again.

  But Kimi did as she was told and removed her thong. Right away, she felt Mr. Salinger’s dickhead moving up her ass crack, finding her hole. The wrong hole.

  “Mr. S…” she said.

  “What happened to Daddy?”

  She swallowed hard.

  “How does that feel?” he asked as he stroked his slick cockhead up and down her asshole. Real slow. Totally deliberate.

  Her knees weakened, and she reached out to grip one of the metal shelves in front of her. She was standing a good foot away from the unit now, but Mr. Salinger seemed to have her just where he wanted her.

  “You’re not going to…” She gulped, but not to be melodramatic. She really couldn’t help herself. “You’re not going to put it in, are you?”

  “Do you want me to?” he asked, that voice so hot it burned her inside and out.

  Yes, she did. But her sensible side won out and she said, “No. Not without lube.”

  “All right, then.” He seemed to be stroking his dick with the tip planted right up against her asshole. “You know I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

  That wasn’t true. It wasn’t. He’d broken up with her last summer, and that hurt her more than anything else in the world. He’d practically destroyed her. Didn’t he realize that?

  But instead of saying so, she caught his unoccupied hand and brought it to her breast. She got him started, squeezing those tiny mounds, before moving her fingers down between her legs, stroking her clit.

  She could get off again. Easy.

  It felt good, strangely good, the way Mr. Salinger’s swollen tip pressed against her asshole. Unless she was much mistaken, her hole had started opening for him. Not enough that he could thrust his cock inside, but enough that he could probably feel the dry, raging heat of her ass against that slippery tip that loved to spend time deep down in her cunt.

  She bucked back, slightly, without meaning to, and he might have entered her a bit. Hard to tell in the dark. She couldn’t see a thing. All she could feel was the air on her exposed skin, his hand on her breast, her fingers dabbing at her clit, her teacher’s swollen cockhead expanding in her ass.

  She opened wider to l
et him inside, and he entered. Not far. Not far at all. Just the tip, and maybe not even the tip in its entirety. Felt huge. Felt bigger in her ass than it felt inside her cunt, that was for damn sure. But it didn’t hurt because he wasn’t forcing it. Just jerking himself off back there. She could feel the forward motion, then the retraction, both in rapid succession. Back and forth, back and forth, rattling her bones.

  Working her clit a little harder, she said, “I only want you, Mr. S. No one else but you.”

  She wished he would return the sentiment, but he only jerked himself off faster, his cockhead resting just inside her ass ring, holding it open even as it attempted to wink shut.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she whimpered as she stroked herself off. “Oh, Daddy, I want you to love me so bad.”

  “I do love you, Kimi.” He squeezed her breast as reassurance, then kissed the back of her head. “I love you like you wouldn’t believe.”

  “Yes!” she said, scouring her clit to hard she came with a jolt.

  Her asshole fluttered around Mr. Salinger’s dick while she saw herself through wave after wave of orgasm. That must have done it for him too, because he blasted his load in her ass. Her hole mustn’t have been open enough to accept such a large amount of jizz, because she felt it spurt out at the sides, striking her ass cheeks with that hot, creamy mess.

  It was a good thing no one ever came in here with one of those special lights they had for collecting forensic evidence, because Kimi and her stepdaddy’s sex den would light up like a Christmas tree. You’d find all sorts of bodily fluids in here.

  As she leaned against the door to steady herself enough that she could put her thong back on, Kimi heard a noise in Mr. Salinger’s classroom. A door opening. A man talking. Other people, too. Lots of them.

  She recognized the primary voice. It belonged to the school principal. He seemed to be getting closer to the back of the classroom when he said, “That’s strange. Looks like Mr. Salinger left his case here. And I believe this purse belongs to his stepdaughter, Kimi. I’ll take them down to the office. They’re sure to realize they forgot a few things, and come back to retrieve them.”

  “What’s going on?” Kimi whispered, her heart quivering in her chest. “Why are there people in your classroom?”

  As a sea of voices set in, Mr. Salinger gasped. “My room is used for adult literacy on Thursdays. I’m not usually around at this hour. Christ, that means we’re stuck in here until the class is over.”

  “How long is it?”

  “I don’t know. Three hours? What’ll we tell your mother?”

  “Let’s just hope she works late tonight, so she doesn’t notice we’re not home.”

  Kimi fought off the impending panic of being trapped in a dark closet for hours on end. She fought it by wrapping her arms around Mr. Salinger and planting her face in his chest. Boy, did he smell good. And his body was so hard. He really was fit, for a man his age.

  She lifted his top and found his nipple with her tongue, flicking, flitting, nibbling gently. His hand slipped under her skirt, lifting it enough that he could mould her young ass cheeks. He then plunged a finger inside her pussy. One finger, then two. Then three. Christ, felt like he was trying to get his whole hand up into her wet and ready snatch.

  As long as they were trapped together in the dark, they might as well make the most of it.

  Disowned

  Until the day of my mother’s funeral, I hadn’t seen my stepdad in two long years.

  I’d barely seen my mother in that time, either, though I’d tried to mend the rift between us. Tried and failed. Miserably.

  Once your mother catches you fucking her new husband, that’s it. It’s curtains for the mother/daughter relationship.

  Don’t get me wrong—I wasn’t a kid at the time. I was nineteen when she caught us together in the basement. Our special spot. We never had sex upstairs. Upstairs was sacred. My mother hung crosses in every room.

  The basement was our place of deep, dark secrets. Swollen members. Our clandestine love affair.

  I was eighteen when my mother married Cash. Married him for his money, I used to joke. But, like so many words said in jest, it had a ring of truth to it. Granted, she didn’t know he had money when they first met. You don’t expect a plumber to be rich. Well, I didn’t, and my mother didn’t either. But it turned out plumbers make good money.

  We’re talking really good money.

  He moved us into a big house in a nice neighbourhood, something we definitely weren’t accustomed to. He set my mom up as his secretary and me as his assistant. Apprentice, I guess you’d say.

  One day, we were alone together in this house that was being renovated. Cash was on his back, installing a brand new kitchen sink. I couldn’t see his face—his head had disappeared inside the cupboard—but what I could see was the outline of his hog inside those work pants he wore.

  I’d never looked at my stepfather’s crotch before. You can believe me when I tell you that. But when I got a load of it that day, and saw how big it was just resting against his thigh while he worked on that sink install, I nearly lost all feeling in my extremities.

  My stepdaddy was hung.

  And I wanted a piece of that.

  Since I knew there was no one else in the house, I straddled him then and there. We were lucky he didn’t lurch forward and bang his head on the U-bend. In fact, I think he was confused, at first. He seemed to think I’d fallen on him or something like that, had some kind of accident. Why would his stepdaughter suddenly straddle him while he was installing a sink?

  Because she got a look at his thick dick, that’s why.

  “Lorinda?” he asked. “What are you doing, there, hon?”

  As I pressed my swollen pussy down on his crotch, I said, “Don’t worry about it, Daddy.”

  I always wore jeans to work, and they were tight enough that the seam dug into clit. Not that I’m complaining. It stung a little because the sensation was so immediate and intense, but it stung in a good what, I’d say.

  “I am a little worried,” Cash sputtered. “See, you may not realize this, but you’re sitting on my… on my…”

  As I dry-humped my stepdad, I said, “I’m sitting on your dong, Daddy. I want to bring that bad dog to life.”

  His breathing changed down there, beneath the sink. His chest seemed to quiver every time he inhaled, and rattle with every exhale. I had him right where I wanted him and, until that moment, I hadn’t even realized I wanted him at all.

  I don’t think he’d ever been seduced on a jobsite before.

  Dry-humping my stepfather felt so good I couldn’t stop long enough to take off my clothes. When I felt my stepdad’s cock harden beneath me, I rocked on him even harder. My clit was so sensitive it didn’t take me long to get off. And I guess Cash was much the same, because when I came on his dick, I watched his body stiffen like a cadaver. His neck turned red. That’s all I could see of his skin. The rest of him was under the sink.

  When I crawled off him, I saw a dark patch developing around the swell of his cockhead.

  He’d come in his pants.

  But who was I to judge? So had I.

  That wasn’t the only time we got off together on a job site, but it was certainly the last time we dry-humped. Once you’ve gone down the devil’s road, there’s no backtracking. You just keep getting in deeper every day.

  Every day you don’t come clean, you’re one step closer to the blazing inferno.

  And you know what? I loved the heat.

  In the beginning, we only fucked on jobsites. We’d repair someone’s shower, then fuck in it. We’d spot a guest room that didn’t look like anyone ever set foot in it, so we’d screw in there.

  Except you couldn’t really fuck in someone’s house if there were people home. That’s a chance we just weren’t willing to take.

  One day, after a series of calls and nowhere safe to fuck, we were so desperate for sex that Cash took me doggy-style in the back of the truck. It wasn’t g
lamorous, but that’s not what we were after. We shared an itch, and that itch needed scratching on the daily.

  It was so weird to live together and not be able to have sex at home. We just never found the opportunity. My mother was always around. She took her job as Cash’s secretary very seriously.

  Finally, my stepdad was able to convince my mother to go to the weekly Wednesday women’s group at church. That got her out of the house for a couple of hours. Enough for me and my stepfather to satisfy our urges in our own home.