An Inappropriate Self Destruction

“You don’t fucking love me!” a young girl screamed from the banister, down to her father. Her hair was a mess: dampened by the recent stress, it hung lifeless about her flustered, tear-stained face, hiding her watery, red eyes in a veil of shadows. Her voice quaked with sobs and her breathing was uneasy, ruptured by the impale of “truth” as to her father’s love, or lack-there-of, for her.
“I don’t what?” her father questioned boldly up to her, his body shaking mildly with distress and anger. His eyes began to shift from cold, hardened eyes of firm fatherhood to the destroyed eyes of a slandered man, beaten by a system of sequential events that had taken place within the last year.
“You don’t give a fuck about me! You don’t hold me! You don’t kiss me! You don’t try to even be involved with me in any way, shape, or form!” A tear fell from the girl’s face onto a strand of her hair. Her movements over the banister railing threw the drop of emotional essence downward upon her father’s face.
The impact of warmth broke further an already broken man, and his eyes welled up with tears. “I don’t hold you because my embrace seems to make your heart sink! I don’t kiss you because the sheer idea seems to make you ill! And when I try to be involved I’m left standing in the dust of your despise! I keep myself as distant as my heart can bear for the sake of yours! So don’t give me that bullshit! You don’t know what love is!” He began to pant. His panting turned to sobs. His sobs broke the dam that held back his tears and he was left standing in front of his thirteen year old daughter crying over the words, and actions, she had inflicted upon him. He proved himself weak.
“I know Mom loves Jamey! And I know you love Jamey! And I know that neither of y’all love me! I don’t give a shit for Mom, but I love you more than anyone else! And you don’t even fucking love me!” She ran off down the hallway to a slamming door and locking room, hiding within the cold, dark sanction that it held for her in her moments of despair and distrust.
“Annie…” Her father fell to his knees and bent over. He held his face in the open palms of his hands and kneeled there, beneath the banister that held so much pain and so much misery for their whole family, crying, his body quaking with the uneasy breaths of his breakdown, his sobs drowning in the stereo playing from Annie’s room.
Hours went by and Annie had turned down her stereo to a low roar as she sat naked in the shower, marked in lines of red all over her body, freeing the torment of her mind through her flesh on a vehicle of blood. Her head was back as one hand felt its way over her body, finding places of hurt to relieve, followed by the bloodied shaving razor she used as a key to open the passageway to mental freedom. But it wasn’t enough anymore.
She ran the shower over her body, letting the steaming hot water jet from the shower head and bite at every open point on her body, flooding her mind with delusional thoughts of freedom and sacrifice and self-approval. Her father knocked on the door.
“Annie…” he called in after opening it a crack, but no answer came – only the gentle hisses of misery streaming from her lips through the steady beat of water against the porcelain tub. He walked in to the dark bathroom, through the open door to find a sight too often seen. He sighed and gathered a towel from the cabinet before walking over to her. “Annie, you know I hate when you do this…” he turned off the water and let her stand there for a moment as he flipped the switch. Her pupils tightened at the flood of light, her deep green eyes contrasting the sun-burnt red all over her body, now masking the fresh cuts.
“You don’t care what I hate, or like. Why should I give a damn about you?” she asked in an almost hopeful tone, longing for her answer – an answer that would bring her father and her close, forever, in a single instant. But she didn’t know what that answer was, and probably wouldn’t recognize it if he ever did say it.
Low and behold, he had nothing of interest to say to her. “You know I care about you more than the world.” He wrapped the towel around her head and began to dry her off, wrapping her hair up in the towel with the unfortunate skill gained through timeless practice. He went to grab another towel. He began to dry her off gently.
“You don’t have to be careful. I do it for the pain. It helps.” She spoke quietly to him, concern in her voice – a whole different girl from a few hours before.
“Yeah, but your cuts aren’t bleeding right now. If I rough them up they will, and they’ll get all over your mother’s nice, white towels…” He spoke with sarcasm and a smile, and she smiled and looked him in the eyes as he continued to dry her off.
“Pity that. Couldn’t have Mom getting upset at us, could we. It would be so out of the ordinary!” She giggled lightly and so did he. She turned her body to him and spread her legs slightly. “Please… keep me wet there? You said you care about me more than the world… Touch me? Like I want you to? Like I’d love you to?” Her eyes were desperate for affection, and lately she knew nothing else – in a new world of confusion and turmoil, she was lost.
“Annie, you know how I feel about that. I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you now, ‘No’. It’s not right. No matter what you’ve seen, or heard. That’s not the love you want… Or rather, it’s not the love you need.” He was longing for a way around such demonstrations of need from her, because they never ended how she wanted, and that resulted in his displeasure.
“Fuck you!” Annie began to cry as she slapped him. “You fucking freak! Get out of the bathroom! Can’t you see I’m naked! I can dry myself off thank you very much!” She screamed at him as he left, casually – another dramatic weekend with his daughter. He didn’t know what to do. He stopped at the door and turned around to see her standing there, holding the towel in one hand, dripping on the floor, refusing to dry herself off.
“Annie, I forgot – I came up here to tell you Mom needs me to come get Jamey. She’s got friends coming over and can’t have him around. You know how that is…” He looked down to see a puddle of water dying in red dripping from her cuts, her blood pressure having risen and breaking the fragile balance of clotting in each and every cut. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes, unless you need me home sooner. I can get there and back in fifteen if I speed. Just call my cell.” He turned and walked out.
Annie stood there motionless and waited to hear his car fire up and pull out of the driveway just beyond her bathroom. When she was certain he had left, she walked downstairs to the garage, leaving the puddle of blood and water, and the two towels, behind. She lurked around the garage with an almost graceful air, looking for anything that would suffice as a rope. She reached for a black extension cable and walked back up to her room, flooding her head with memories. When life was so wonderful… how far ago had that been? When was she last happy? When had she last been to school? When was her last sane thought? Trace back – trace back – trace back… She fell deep into the rabbit hole as her body moved up the stairs. Reality faded away in shape and form of the sludge on the bottom of a cold coffee cup, dying patiently until all reality had been lost…

Voices ring from downstairs through the air vents, breaking the isolating walls forming boundary from Annie and the rest of the world as her two parents argue with first their son, and then each other.
“Jamey – you’re free to go. Your father and I need to have a talk!” Her mother waited for the door to close and her brother’s car to pull out of the driveway. “There’s no point in coming down on him so hard Buck! Fuck! We both did drugs when we were his age. I don’t think his following our example is grounds for punishment until he passes five,” and she emphasized five, “random drug screenings!”
“Are you joking me Arielle? We smoked marijuana. We weren’t doing any of these other drugs he’s on! Christ – cocaine!? There’s none of that in my system, and there never was. So unless you did it at any point, I don’t understand why his doing anything other than marijuana is okay!” Annie’s father spoke harshly to her mother. They had been going at it over problems smaller than this – as small as who’s going to go get groceries.
“I don’t understand you Buck! You used to be so free-spirited! So fun-loving! Ever since Jamey came along you’ve been uptight! You need to take the fucking stick out of your ass!”
“Maybe I haven’t been so fucking free-spirited since Jamey because I realized that we had a child to take care of! And when Annie came along I realized that I had to work double-time to take care of us, because God fucking knows your lazy ass can’t do anything more than go party with your friends! I’m surprised Annie’s not fucked up with all the drinking you did while you were pregnant!”
“Oh, so now you’re blaming this whole mess on me? He’s your fucking son! You wanted a baby in the first place. And she’s your fucking daughter! You’d love for her to be messed up, too, wouldn’t you!? Because then you could blame THAT on me too! You’re such an asshole, Buck!”
“He’s my son? She’s my daughter? I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure you were more than willing to have my cock inside of you without protection! I’m pretty sure it was you who said ‘Let’s make a baby, Buck! Let’s have a kid, Buck! Come on, Buck! Let’s go! Right now! Fuck a condom!’ Yeah! You remember that, don’t you!?”
“Fuck you, Buck! I was drunk and you knew that! You took advantage of me!”
“When you married me you signed all advantage over to me, and I you! And when the hell aren’t you drunk? Hell, I can smell gin on your breath right now! I’m sure Jamey’s out with his fucking friends right now drinking and smoking and dropping pills right now!”
“Don’t try and pin this on me you fucking asshole! I don’t need this shit! Go to hell! I’m getting my stuff and I’m leaving!”
“Good! Fucking leave! We’ll all be better off without your lazy ass taking up all our money for your booze and partying! You don’t help to raise the kids as it is!”
“And you do? You’re at work all day long, and almost all night too! You’re home for a few days a week and you sleep most of that away!” They had moved in to the bedroom just below Annie’s, currently her mother’s room – they quit sleeping in the same room long ago.
“I wonder why, damn it. Maybe it’s because you don’t have a job of your own! With all the guys you hang around you’d think you’d make a buck or two! I’ve got to work my ass off so that our kids can stay in a decent school and decent neighborhood so that they grow up at least half as decent as me!”
“One ‘Buck’ is enough for me, thank you very much! And I’m not some hooker on the street corner! What about me? If they grow up half as decent as me they’d be just fine too!”
“Fuck, Arielle, I hear guys come in late at night, enter your room, and then you moaning! It doesn’t even sound like they’re old enough to be legal! As for being half as decent as you, both of them were half as decent as you when they were the combined age of five!”
Arielle stopped packing, turned to Buck, and slapped him across the face. Buck didn’t move. She slapped him again, to no avail, and again and again until she broke down crying at his feet. “I don’t want to leave you and the kids! Don’t let me! Don’t make me! I’m sorry, I’ll change!”
Buck stood there, cold and inert. “You can finish packing, get out of my house, go drive the car I bought you to somewhere, and when you can support yourself well enough to show me that you’ve changed, then you can come back with me and the kids.”
“You’re a fucking asshole! Get out of my room!” She pushed him out, spitting harsh words and foul notes at him until there was room enough to slam the door in his face and lock it up tight.

Annie remembered crying herself to sleep that night while her father and mother fought more, up to the point where her mother left. She remembered falling asleep with her face buried in a tear-soaked pillow. She remembered her brother coming home, waking her up, and yelling at her dad. She remembered being taken away in her brother’s car to where her mom was staying – an empty apartment her and her friends had bought for their parties and activities. She remembered living there for a while.

Annie remembered how to tie a noose. She punched a hole in her ceiling to find the runners after she determined that the ceiling fan wouldn’t hold her. Her hand was cut from the jagged stippling of the ceiling, laced with sheetrock, which also riddled the floor and her bed. It had been ten minutes since her dad had left her alone. She reached for the cell phone which normally rested at her hip, only to find her bare flesh. She was cold, naked, and bleeding, still dripping with water.
Annie kicked the ceiling fan on high and scavenged the clothes laying on her floor for a cell phone. If she called her dad now, he could be home in the next 10 minutes – 5 if he really thought she was in trouble. All he would have to do is turn around. She just had to time it right…
The phone rang… “Hello? Annie – are you okay?”
“No… I think someone’s trying to get into the house! I’m upstairs right now. All the doors are locked, but I think they went around back! Daddy…”
“It’s alright baby girl – I’ll be right home. I’m turning around now. Will you be okay while I call the police real fast, or have you done that already?”
“Daddy.. I’m so scared… Aah!” Annie faked a scream after tossing a glass vase down from the banister, the shattering on the carpet muffling the sound, appearing as if it had been done from further than eight feet away. “The glass just broke in! Daddy!”
“I’ll be right there, doll! Just lock your doors up tight and get in the bathroom. I’m going to hang up real quick so I can alert the police! Do the same, sweetie.”
“Alright, Daddy…” She faked her sobs and her breathing as well as her mother had – “It’s easy to learn from example when the example comes from a manipulative bitch of a woman!” That’s what her father always said when he thought no one was listening in on him to his friends.
Annie began to prepare the noose from the runner in the ceiling, wrapping up the cord along a good bit of the board to take up slack. The tedious task began to help her slip into another fade of memories…

Jamey had been washing the dishes at the apartment that night – Annie had done the house cleaning the last three days in a row and it was well past Jamey’s turn to do some of it. Annie was sitting doing her homework in front of the T.V. when her mother staggered in the door. She turned to see Jamey doing the dishes and then turned to Annie, who looked like she was just sitting back watching television.
“Annie! Get up off your ass and do some work around here! Jamey’s in the kitchen washing all these dishes and you’re sitting there watching T.V.!” Her mom’s words slurred a little, and her words were more aggravated than angry. She didn’t yell, but her tone was worse.
“Mom, I’m doing my homework!” Annie pleaded. “And I’ve done the –”
Her mom cut her off, “I can see blatantly that you’re not doing your homework! The T.V. is on and you’re in front of it! Do you think I’m stupid!? Just for that, take your brother’s place. You can do the dishes, and then ‘do your homework’.”
Annie took her brother’s place at the sink and began to wash the pile of dishes that had accumulated over the last week or so. It was amazing what all they began to eat out of before they ran out of any form of dish. Her mother called him in to her bedroom for a chat, leaving Annie alone to do everything there was to be done, once again. She mulled over the situation a bit before getting started on an old pot of spaghetti.
Thirty minutes went by and Annie hadn’t seemed to put a dent in the dishes. She had to load the dishes up, and then dry them all off and put them away in order to make room for the rest. It was slow going, and she was tired and frustrated. She dried her hands and went to her mom’s room to ask if Jamey could come help her so it would go faster.
“Jamey must have gone off to bed…” she thought, noticing the light from her mom’s room had been off. She opened the door anyways, thinking maybe she just couldn’t see the light through the cracks – it had happened before.
“Mom?” she whispered lightly, incase her mother had fallen asleep. The light from the other room crept in, casting a light upon her mom and her brother lying on the floor naked. Jamey’s body moved back and forth, body contorted to allow him to suck his mother’s bare breasts. Annie’s mom had her eyes shut tight with her mouth wide open, moaning softly at her son’s invasion of her body with his.
“Mom? Jamey?” Annie fumbled out of her lips. The two looked over at her, Jamey smirking, her mom biting her lip as Jamey continued to pump in and out.
“Christ Jamey, get off a second.” Her mother stood up, sexual juices running down her leg. Jamey followed behind her, his body rubbing against his mother’s. He was grinding slowly against her ass, as his hands fondled his mother’s breasts. “Annie, it’s okay. It’s natural for two people to show their love in this way.”
“Why don’t y’all show your love for me that way?” Annie asked, confused about the situation at hand. She looked down at her brother’s penis, never having been exposed to something like it before. “And…”
“Aw, sis, it’s alright. Don’t worry about it. We didn’t think you were old enough. But I think you obviously are, now, especially since you’re handling this in such a mature way.” He walked over to, stroking himself. He turned to his mother who nodded. “Come on. Take off your clothes little sister.”
Annie did as she was told – she was tired of being alone. She wanted to be loved, and if this was how, then she was willing to take whatever would have to be taken. She began to remove her shirt, at this point braless, exposing her breasts to her mom and brother. Jamey smiled and moved closer to her, rubbing his sister’s chest gently, introducing her to the feeling. She hesitated for a moment, and then began to make noise at the touch of his fingers to her nipples, a groan slipping as he began to lick and suck on them as they hardened. His hands worked her skirt for her, simply slipping up underneath and drawing down the Hello-Kitty underwear she was wearing. She giggled at the touch of her inner thigh and then gasped as a finger slipped in to her slit.
She stood there, exposed to her family, waiting for love.

Tears began to roll down her face as her head slipped in to the noose. She waited checked that it would work and then loosened it back up and moved her bed over. Annie had planned to jump from her bed and let her feet dangle just barely from the floor. That would work well – she’d be easier to rescue that way. She watched the clock – she knew how long it would take her dad to get back. Any time now…

Annie had pleaded with her mom to let her go see her dad for the weekend. Her mom caved in and let her. Her dad was still working extra shifts at each of his jobs, so he had little to no energy, but he used what he had on her. Annie didn’t understand this – she thought he was being distant; angry that she had left him along with Jamey and her mom. She didn’t want that by Sunday when she was supposed to be taken back that evening.
Her dad was asleep on the couch Sunday afternoon. He told her he’d need rest before the trip – that he was real tired. “Daddy… You love me right?” she asked.
“Of course baby girl!”
“You’d show your love any way you could?”
“You know I would. That’s why I’m so tired. So can I go to sleep for a little bit? I’m really sorry…Next time you want to come over, let me know so I can get my schedules fixed up.”
“Mmkay…” She sat and watched him as he fell asleep. She waited for a bit before doing all that she knew how to do. Desperate for his love and attention she thought that what worked for Jamey and her mom would work for her and her dad.
She got naked, her clothes lying on the floor by the couch. She began to remove her father’s pants, slipping his penis out from the hole in his boxers. He stirred a little but didn’t wake up. It began to stiffen as she rubbed it with her hands, and then she remembered what Jamey had taught her about sucking. She began to attend to her father’s penis with her mouth, the body working without the interference of conscious deterrence, and she rightly received a shot in the mouth. She swallowed it down and proceeded to mount her dad. “Your cherry’s a very special gift, sis. I don’t want to take it. So we’ll show our love differently until you’ve given it up. Give it to someone you really want to love you.” Jamey’s words rung in Annie’s head. She lowered herself down on to her dad’s erection once she got it back up, biting her lip at the discomfort, reaching a point where it wouldn’t go any further. She at that time let herself drop down on him, breaking her wall and sending a muffled yelp of pain. Blood trickled from between her legs but she proceeded.
She worked the pain off as she moved up and down along her father’s shaft, loosening herself up, pleasing herself, enjoying the sensation – this feeling of love and pleasure and satisfaction that had been gone for the last bit of time. Her dad woke at the orgasm within his daughter, startled once his moans of joy realized they were due to his daughter.
“What the fuck Annie!?” he yelled as he pushed her off him, noticing blood on his boxers, along with others of her juices, and his own semen tipping out of his penis. She looked at him in a confused manner.
“Dad… but… I just wanted you to love me… so I gave my cherry to you…” She began to cry in her frustrations and he tried to comfort her, wrapping her in a nearby blanket.
“Annie, I love you – you know that. I can’t show you any other way. But what you did is not appropriate! Oh my god… I don’t even know if you’ll get pregnant. You can’t…Who told you that was okay?”
“Jamey and mom… I found them doing the same thing a while back, and we’ve been showing each other how much we love one another ever sense… And I wanted to show you… but you obviously don’t –”
“No, Annie – That is wrong. Your mom is not someone you should listen to! I was wrong to trust her with y’all, but I thought maybe it would be okay…You’re not going back tonight. This is wrong. Jamey…He won’t stay here anyways. But you will…”

But she didn’t. Arielle had called the police on her husband for kidnapping, but dropped all charges. Custody was all she wanted. And she continued to twist her children’s minds until…

“There are the police… Dad’s here… It’s time.” Annie slipped her head into the noose and waited… One door was opened forcefully – the police trying to check things out quick. She jumped and her neck broke. She dangled three inches from the floor, lifeless. The runner hadn’t even creaked. But thoughts ran through her head. Thoughts run until all the electrical impulses in your body quit. She was there long enough to see her dad wasn’t with the police when they walked in. She was alive, mentally, to scream at the world.
All she wanted was her father to love her, and he couldn’t do one god-damned thing right. He couldn’t even get back to the house with the police. He was late… too late… He never loved her. He never showed her any affection. He was always too tired for her. He was always too busy. Only Jamey and her mother cared. They still had each other. Her dad was lonely, like she was for that year. He would have to face it, like she did. He would eventually drive himself to it the same steps…
And then, just before her father walked in the house, Annie’s thoughts quit. Annie had no more electrical impulses running through her nerves to her brain to process anything, anymore. She left the world angry, scared, unsatisfied, unloved, and alone…

At the funeral Arielle and Jamey had a few choice words for Buck. He stood alone on one side of the casket, faulted for what happened. He was the only one who ever really cared for her, and he was the one to receive every last bit of blame. He had nothing to live for anymore. Buck was faithless in himself…
As the pastor finished the closing prayer, Buck stepped forward. He spoke softly, but the rest of the service could hear him. “Annie, my doll… I loved you more than the world. I loved to kiss you and make you smile, but that stopped…” Buck dropped a rose. “I loved to hug you, but that stopped…” Buck dropped a rose. “And I always wanted to be involved in your life… I was always so involved in your life, I never had time to spend with you… I had to make it okay for you and your brother and your mom…” Buck dropped to his knees, leaning on the casket. He sat for a while, sobbing, and then he got up slowly, holding a gun in his hand. “But that stopped, and now I can be involved in your life – we can do everything you wanted to do, and I won’t be tired anymore…” His words were quieted by the gasps and persuading words of the service, all to be replaced with screams as he pulled the trigger, shooting himself in the temple. Buck collapsed on the casket, holding it in embrace, or so it seemed.
Just before the bullet left the other side of his brain, the electric impulses gathered and passed with the bullet’s lead, and he remembered every last second of her life, and how he had rushed home to save her. How he had been delayed because his haste had cost him a ticket, and accident, and someone else’s life. How he refused to remain at the scene in order to rescue his daughter from peril. And all this to show her he loved her… All of that to show her that she wasn’t alone, and that she never would be. And then the bullet left, trailing with it thoughts, scattering every last bit of intent he had in himself across the tombstone of the one person he loved. He left the world desperate, hopeless, unsatisfied, unloved, and alone…

She took me in her mouth

She took me in her mouth and started to suck. Her red succulent lips slid up and down my length making me squirm. I eyed her gorgeous body as she bought herself closer to me, my balls nestled between her tits. My whole body tingled as she went to work. “God marnie. That is fucking fantastic” She stopped sucking and looked up at me. “I want you to fuck me,” she said “I want you so much. This cock is so suckable.” I grabbed at her hair and pulled her face back down to my straining cock. On every upward stroke her tongue would press and whirl around that small bit of flesh on the underneath of the tip. On the downward stroke she would just keep going untill her lips touched my belly. God knows how she did that. I wanted to explode into the back of her throat with me burried deep in her. Her hands pushed her tits together massaging my balls. They expanded as if they had a life of their own. I started to lift my arse of the cushion meeting her downward thrusts. “Fuck my mouth” she mumbled. I held onto her head and thrust into her. She gasped as the tip hit the back of her throat. “Do you want this baby? Is this what you want?” I whispered. “Mmmmmm……so much, sooooo much” As she sucked on me, I reached over to her peachy arse and slid my fingers between her cheeks. Her arse lifted to meet my touch. I licked my middle finger and slid it gently into her brown hole. She pushed onto it, as I explored inside her. I wanted to fuck her in every way imaginable. I dropped to the floor withdrawing from her mouth as my hands started to run over her arse cheeks. With her on all fours i moved in behind her, spreading her arse apart. I bent flicking my tongue at her forbidden hole. She groaned as I circled her arse. Holding both cheeks I pushed my tongue in her. Marnie screamed with pleasure and I felt her arse rippling around my tongue. She was pushing back on me as the waves of pleasure shot through her. “Oh christ, fuck me, fuck me.” My tongue slipped from her arse to her pussy, as the juices poured into my mouth. She tasted very sweet. I couldn’t get enough of her. As I lapped at her clitoris I pushed two fingers into her and stroked the front wall. She screamed as her arms spread out in front of her. She was wailing as my tongue worked her sex. I looked down at her long chestnut hair laying on the carpet. Her head was turned to the side and I saw a look of pleading in her eyes. “Please, please….I must have you,” she cried. I backed away from her as she rolled over onto her back. She lifted her legs up and wide and pulled her knees to her tits. I moved in my throbbing cock pointing at her sex. My mouth found hers and we kissed passionately as my cock nudged at her pussy. She was thrusting, trying to force me to enter her, but I still held back. I listened to her groaning as she realised she could not force me to enter her. She was frantic now. Kissing me like a thing possessed. At that moment I thrust with all my might deep within her. My balls slapped against her arse. The breathe shot from her and her eyes widened as she realised that she finally had me. She started thrusting, growling and cursing me. Her finger nails scraped at my back as she bit into my neck. She had totally lost it now. Nothing mattered to her but our frantic sex. “Fuck me you fucking bastard, fuck me….fuck my pussy” I was slamming into her as her legs wrapped around my back pulling me in. For the last twenty minutes now, I had been trying to hold back from cumming, but believe me that moment was drawing in. Her pussy lips were gripping my cock like a vice. They pulsed as I fucked her. She was literally trying to suck the cum from me. Drops of sweat started to fall onto her face as my effort started to show. She licked at her lips tasting my salty sweat. This was it. I wanted to cum. I started to fuck her hard now. Her eyes widened as she sensed the change in my mood. She was bucking and writhing as the pre-cum started to seep from me. Suddenly she screamed out, pulling me to her as her body shook with the powerful orgasm. That was all I needed. I withdrew from her and stroked my cock over her face. The cum spewed from me as it exploded into her mouth. She lapped greedily at me drinking down every last drop. “Hoorayyyyy……more, more, more….” I turned to see the other party guests cheering our efforts. Marnie lay exhausted on the floor with a huge smile on her face.

Trial by sperm

by jallen944 ©

Dan had a trial in the morning. He had to figure out how to defend some stupid kid who broke into an old woman’s apartment and then got conked over the head with a frying pan. But it might as well have been him on trial, sitting in that chair next to the judge, trying to explain to his wife and three sons how he violated the same rules he had imposed on them.

Dan tilted his head back and rubbed his eyes. It was late, past two in the morning. The rest of the house was asleep and he was alone in his small office with the cluttered desk and the leather sofa and the books on the shelves. The green lamp on the desk filled the room with a warm glow, but it did not help focus his concentration on the open books or the folders with the sheets of lined yellow paper covered with his scribbling.

He shook his head. Whose idea was it anyway to invite an exchange student to live with them for six months? Especially a girl when he had three horny teenage boys also living in the house? Especially a beautiful teenage girl? How could he help but be distracted? He had to be in court in seven hours and still he had no idea what he was going to tell the jury.

He shut the heavy blue book and lay his forehead on it, his head turning side to side. He was the one who was stupid. He was the one who should be on trial. It was all an accident, he would swear that, swear it on his mother’s grave. He never meant it to go as far as it did.

But it happened so quickly, and so easily. At the time he didn’t even realize what was happening. How could they blame him? It could happen to any man.

Her name was Faruza. She had been away from home for four months and she was lonely. It was only a week ago, the night after her eighteenth birthday. They were the only ones home; she probably thought she was alone. His wife was out shopping and the boys were out doing who knew what. He heard sobs from her room at the end of the hall and when he went in he found her on the bed, curled around her pillow. Her long, black hair was in tangles and her big, dark eyes were puffy and red with tears. He sat down to comfort her and it just went from there. First he was holding her, then he was kissing her, then he was touching her.

What a stupid mistake. His boys were the ones he thought he had to worry about. He never expected the rules he and his wife laid down to keep them away from her applied to everyone, or that he would break them himself. Already, he could see the old judge with the scowl on his face and his wife at the plaintiff’s table with tears running down her face.

He heard a soft tap and lifted his head off the blue law book. Was he hearing things? Was he dreaming? He put his forehead back on the book, but heard the tapping again. It was the door, someone was knocking at the door. Probably his wife checking on him. He got up, but the door opened a crack and Faruza’s face peeked in, her sweet, angelic face, framed by her long, dark hair.

“Dan? Are you awake?” she said in her soft, girlish voice.

“Yeah, I’m up,” he said.

Immediately, he remembered how he had taken her virginity and began to get aroused, despite the regret he felt for what he did to her. Even so, she took to it so readily, so willingly, as if it was what she wanted.

She came into his office and closed the door behind her. She was wearing one of his oversized t-shirts that came down to her hips, just showing the bottom of her white cotton panties. Her large breasts stretched the front.

“Can’t you sleep?” he said.

She shook her head and walked toward him. Beneath the thin shirt, her heavy breasts jiggled.

“What are you working on?” she said.

Dan wiped his forehead and sat down again. He waved his hand over the books and papers.

“I have this case that goes to trial tomorrow. I don’t think I’m gonna be ready.”

Faruza sat on the corner of his desk, nodding. Dan glanced at her bare legs and felt a twitch between his own legs. Instantly, he remembered how good it felt to lay between her legs, how good she looked laying under him with that twisted up expression on her face when she was moaning. His penis grew hard and he squeezed his legs together.

“I bled yesterday,” Faruza said. She lifted the bottom of the oversized shirt and looked down at her panties.

“Did it hurt?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t bleed today.”

“You’re a woman now, not just a little girl.”

He gazed over her young body, burning from the inside with lust. She filled out nicely. Her hard nipples stuck out through the shirt. Her waist curved in and her hips had a gentle flare down to her long legs. He stared at the mound between her legs and licked his lips, remembering the pleasure he experienced there. He couldn’t believe this beautiful eighteen year old girl was sitting on his desk, showing him her panties. He looked at her face. She had big, dark eyes and those full, pouty lips. He couldn’t believe she had those beautiful lips around his cock.

“I’m a woman now?” she said.

Dan nodded.

“Then I want more practice,” she said.

Dan’s eyebrows arched up. “More practice?”

Faruza nodded. Her hand touched his arm. “I want more practice at being a woman. I want to practice on you.”

Her eyes looked down at his lap and blinked a few times. Dan smirked. She was staring at his hard-on. She looked into his eyes.

“Show it to me? Please?” she said.

“Show you what?”

Her eyes looked down at his lap again. Her small hand touched his knee.

“That,” she said. Her fingers moved up his thigh and touched the ridge of his erection.

Dan’s head spun. This was too good to be true. He gritted his teeth and his hands clenched into fists. If only his wife wasn’t just upstairs.

He shoved his pants down. His long, erect cock jumped out. Faruza gasped and her eyes grew wide. The pink tip of her tongue licked her upper lip. Her fingers reached out and touched the hard shaft.

“What should I do?” she said in a whisper.

“Lick it.”

Faruza nodded as if she agreed. Holding his cock in one hand, she got down on her knees between his legs, leaned forward and licked the tip. Dan sighed. Her breath was warm on his skin.

“Now suck it,” Dan said.

Staring at the fat head, Faruza nodded and licked her lips. She opened her mouth wide, closed her lips around the end and moved her head up and down.

Dan groaned and closed his eyes. His head tilted back. In her mouth, her wet tongue slid around under the head of his cock. A few times, her teeth grazed the shaft and he winced. She was good, but obviously inexperienced. Hell, she was only eighteen. This was what, the second time in her life she had a cock in her mouth?

His hips rose off the chair, pushing his cock a bit deeper. Faruza gagged once, but kept going. Her head bobbed up and down with short, quick strokes like she was driven by a runaway motor.

“Slow down. Slow down, baby. Take it slow, deep and slow,” Dan said. He brushed her long hair away from her face.

With his cock still between her lips, she looked up to his face, blinked, and nodded. She let out a deep breath through her nose, and her wet, puffy lips slid about midway down his cock and back up to the head. She licked up the saliva around her mouth and did it again, clamping her soft lips even tighter.

“Oh God yes,” Dan groaned.

He put his hand on her shoulder, then around the back of her neck and pulled her closer. The head of his cock jammed against the roof of her mouth and all the way back to her throat. Faruza squealed around it and her eyes bulged. Dan groaned again and his cum burst in her mouth.

Faruza looked frightened at first, then angry. Her cheeks puffed out rhythmically with the flood of sperm that pumped into her mouth. A drop of it leaked from the corner of her mouth. She clamped her fat lips tighter. Her cheeks bulged out and she looked like she didn’t know what to do.

“Swallow it baby,” Dan said.

Faruza’s nose wrinkled. She swallowed and started coughing, doubled over on the floor between his legs.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna do that?” she said, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I didn’t want to.”

Faruza’s brows bunched low over her eyes.

“Why not? You know I hate how it tastes. And in my mouth. That is like, so gross.” She stuck her tongue out and made a face.

“I wanted to see you drink it.”

Faruza slapped his leg. “That’s so mean. I should just leave.”

Dan shrugged. “Ok. Leave.”

Faruza was silent for a second. Her lower lip stuck out.

“But you haven’t fucked me yet,” she said.

“No, I guess not.”

Faruza pulled up the bottom of the shirt and slipped her fingers down the front of her panties.

“I’m so wet down there. Why is it so wet?” she said.

“To make it easy for my cock to go in.”

Faruza grinned. Her small hand squeezed his cock again. When she spoke, her voice was soft and breathy.

“I liked it when you did that. I wanna do it again, ok?”

Dan nodded. “Ok. Stand up.”

Faruza rose to her feet, her arms at her sides.

“Take off the shirt.”

She tugged the shirt off over her head. Her tangled mass of thick, black hair fell over her face and shoulders. She combed it away with her long nails, revealing hard, brown nipples that stood out.

“Take off your panties.”

Faruza pushed the panties down over her hips to the floor. Dan stood up. Her eyes followed him across the room to the sofa. He removed his shirt and pants and sat down.

“Come here,” he said.

Her bare feet padded softly across the hardwood floor. She sat beside him. Dan put his arm around her shoulder and she laid her head on his chest. He touched her bare thigh.

“Let me see how you’re doing here,” he whispered in her ear. He pushed her legs apart and she gasped when his fingers touched her pussy.

“Don’t be rough, ok?” she said.

“No, I wouldn’t hurt you.”

He pushed his middle finger between her warm, moist lips. Faruza moaned and her back arched away from the sofa. Her clitoris was a tiny, hard bump under his finger.

Faruza grabbed his wrist and pulled. Her legs squeezed together on his hand, but he kept rubbing. She whimpered and looked into his eyes. Her whole body trembled. Her hips thrust up and down off the sofa as fast as his hand moved.

Faruza buried her face in his shoulder and screamed. Her pelvis bucked against his hand. When she raised her head, his shoulder was wet with her saliva. She looked up at him with her mouth open, breathing hard, her eyes half open, and her black bangs hanging over her eyes. She let her legs fall apart again.

Dan’s fingers were covered with her juices. He stuck a finger in his mouth and licked her juices off. She tasted good, too. Faruza watched, licking her lips. Dan held his fingers in front of her mouth and she licked. Her expression changed, like she was trying to decide if she liked the taste. She licked her lips.

“Is that how I taste?” she said. Dan nodded. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah.”

Faruza nodded, as if she had made up her mind. “Then I like it, too.”

She tilted her head up and kissed him. Dan moaned. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and her small, young body pressed against his. She kicked her leg over his body and moved on top of him, straddling his lap with her long, coltish legs. With her mouth clamped on his, she raised her ass in the air, reached down between her legs and angled his cock to her cunt, rubbing the head along her slit, trying to find the opening. The head pushed her lips apart and she gasped into his mouth. Her body trembled. She stared down into his eyes and lowered herself on him.

He held her by her slender waist to take her weight. He could feel himself sliding into her an inch at a time, and could read the pain on her face. She was a small girl and no matter how wet she was, she was still very tight. Faruza gritted her teeth and whimpered.

“It hurts,” she said.

Dan stroked her cheek. “Don’t stop now. It’s almost in.”

A tear swelled at the corner of her eye. He wiped it away with his thumb. She tilted her head down and kissed him, her lips smacking on his. Dan moved his hands down to her ass and pressed firmly.

“Ow … ow … oh, God,” she cried.

His cock pushed all the way up inside her. She was just as deliciously warm and wet as he remembered. He let her rest a moment, to get used to the pain of being stretched open. She arched her back and raised her head with her eyes closed, panting in shallow, rapid breaths.

“It’s in,” Dan whispered, brushing the hair from her face.

Faruza opened her eyes and smiled, but it was a painful smile.

“I’m making love. Just like a real woman,” she whispered.

Dan rocked his hips up and down. Faruza was slow to respond. He was sure the head of his cock was deep inside her, pushing at the end of her womb, and that must have caused more pain. When she started to respond, she rocked her hips with his and bit her lower lip between her teeth. From her throat came soft, regular moans. Dan moved his hands down to her ass, pulling her down when he pushed up. His finger brushed near her asshole. He touched it and she smiled.

“Oh Dan … oh Dan,” she moaned.

They were fucking harder. Faruza moaned louder. Dan didn’t care if she woke everyone in the house. His orgasm built and built, then erupted inside her.

“Oh yes,” he groaned.

Faruza’s eyes opened and she gasped. Her ass continued to move in his hands and his cock throbbed, pumping seed into her. He fell backward, stretched out on the sofa.

“Oh, Dan,” Faruza sighed, and lowered her head to kiss him. She lay her head against his shoulder and he stroked her hair while his penis continued to spasm and squirt the last few drops of cum into her pussy.

“Faruza?” Dan said in a low voice. She didn’t move. “Faruza?” he said again. He could feel her breathing on his shoulder. With his erect penis still lodged inside her hole, she cuddled up to him and went to sleep. She amazed him again. Shaking his head, he stroked her hair until he fell asleep, too.

A steady, gentle movement dragged him from his sleep. Dan noticed first an unusual weight on top of him. Then he noticed he had a monstrous hard-on. As he peeled his eyes open, he remembered the weight was Faruza’s small figure. The movement was her ass, going slowly up and down. His hard-on was stuck inside her.

“Faruza? Are you awake?” he whispered. The first sunlight was showing in the windows. It wouldn’t be long before his wife was up making breakfast, and he was late for the trial.

“Yes.”

She must have moved sometime when she was sleeping and felt his penis inside her and it woke her up. Then she got turned on and her ass started humping. She kissed the side of his neck. He sucked in a deep breath. He was turned on, too, and put his hands on her waist and thrust his hips up.

“Do it harder. It feels so good,” Faruza moaned in his ear.

Dan jammed his cock into her again and she whimpered. Did she like it rough? He rolled on top of her. She cried out in surprise, staring up at him with her mouth open and her eyes wide. He hovered over her, holding himself up with his arms on either side of her head. Her legs were forced wide around his body.

“This is gonna feel even better,” he growled, and the ferocity in his own voice surprised him.

He pulled his hips back, withdrawing most of his penis from her cunt. The delicate, pink lips of her pussy were spread wide, encircling his shaft, which looked grotesquely huge going into her small body.

He slammed his cock back into her. Faruza moaned out loud. He pulled his hips back and did it again. Her back arched off the sofa. Her hands squeezed his forearms and her legs wrapped tightly around his hips. He was sure someone heard her moan that time; she was loud enough to wake the neighbors. If his wife or boys were going to walk in on them it was going to happen soon. He wanted to cum inside her one more time before that.

“Did you like that?” he said. Faruza nodded. Her expression was a mixture of fear and excitement. She was so beautiful it took his breath away. “Then hold on, ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you hard.”

Dan lifted his weight and dropped himself on her. The sofa rocked with the force of his motion. His hard, muscular belly slapped on her flat belly. Faruza clung to him, moaning.

“Oh Dan … oh Dan … oh … oh,” she cried.

Her voice faded. She thrashed beneath him. He pinned her down, with his thick cock sliding in and out of her. Her fingernails dug into his arms. She was panting for breath and he was pleased with himself. He made her cum. Then he was shooting another load into her.

“Oh God,” he groaned.

It poured from his cock like he opened up a hose, overflowed her tight hole and leaked out around his shaft, dripping down over his balls and down into the crack of Faruza’s ass.

“What happened?” Faruza panted.

“I made you cum.” He was just as out of breath.

“Cum? Just like before?”

Dan nodded. “That’s what it’s called when that happens. You made me cum, too.”

“I made you cum,” she repeated and giggled. “I like it when you cum. I like how it feels, all slippery and warm.”

Dan heard a sound from the kitchen and raised his head. It was his wife, getting breakfast ready. He lifted himself off Faruza. Their sweaty, sticky skin peeled apart and his dick flopped from her wet hole. She groaned and frowned.

“You better get back upstairs before someone finds you in here with me,” he said.

Faruza looked down between her spread legs. A drop of white come oozed from her tiny slit. She pushed it back in with her middle finger.

“I’m gonna feel you inside me all day. Then you can give me some more tonight,” she said. She kissed him quickly, hopped off the sofa, slipped into the t-shirt and dashed out of the room.

Dan rolled his eyes and wiped his forehead. What the hell was he thinking? What if he got that girl pregnant? His wife was going to kill him.

He got up to put on his pants. Faruza’s white panties were on the floor by his shoes. He bent over to pick them up, just as the door opened. He stuffed the panties in his pocket. His wife was standing in the doorway, wearing her robe.

“Honey, did you sleep here all night again?” she said. She walked toward him, leaving the door open.

“Yeah, I just crashed on the sofa,” Dan said. He noticed a small puddle of white fluid on the center cushion and his heart skipped.

She untied the belt and let the robe fall open. Beneath it, she was naked, and the round shapes of her breasts moved in and out of view. She slipped her arms around his waist and kissed his neck. Her bare, warm breasts pressed against his chest. She sniffed.

“Honey? Did you jerk off?” she said.

Dan shrugged and smirked. He slipped his hands inside her robe and down her back to her tight ass.

“Yeah, well, you know, I was working all night and I just needed a release.”

“You should have come up to bed. I would have given you all the release you wanted,” she said.

“Maybe tonight. I’ve got a busy day today.”

She kissed his lips and her hand rubbed the front of his pants.

“Then you better come and eat your eggs before they get cold. You’re going to need your strength.” She turned around and walked back to the door. “I’ll see if Faruza and the boys are up.”

“All right,” he said and smiled, but when the door closed his smile fell and his knees gave out and he plopped into the chair. He was right. It was going to be a busy day.