other hand pushed my slacks and panties down just enough to give him access to between my thighs. I was lost in the sinful building passion until I felt him unzip his jeans against the bared skin of my ass. Then panic took over.
"NO!" I screamed at him, and tried to shove back against him to free myself. But it was too late. He had position over me, the perfect position for what we both wanted, however unwillingly I wanted to admit it. He clamped his hand over my mouth and pressed his body down onto mine. I had to use both hands in front of me to brace myself as he guided his erection through my moist folds.
I begged him to stop but he ignored me. My muffled pleas had no effect on him as he stroked my clit with his free hand. My body succumbed to the stimulation. I got wetter by the second and found myself giving in, chasing release. I sobbed as my body quivered with the waves of an orgasm. How could I ever act like nothing happened around Mark? How could I ever look at my stepson again?
Billy released his passion inside me, violently shaking and grabbing me during his climax. Spent, he rested on my back as his breathing returned to normal. He straightened up. Turning me to face him, he gently wiped the tears off my cheeks and placed his finger under my chin, raising my eyes to meet his.
"Now, let's see if we can do that again with a little less fighting."
I let him finish removing my shirt, shoes, slacks and thong, knowing resistance was futile. Billy eased me down on the soft grass and began kissing and sucking at my neck. His hand gently fondled and played with my breasts while he rubbed his semi cock against my already aching clit.
I had caused this desire in him when I had touched him, however innocently so many years ago. As Billy continued his ministrations to my body, my mind was consumed with how I would lose Mark because of this. I doubted that he'd still want to be married to me after this. Not telling him wasn't an option. I never could lie to Mark. I wasn't going to start now, but how to tell him this?
Billy clinched his mouth over my clit, toying it with his tongue. I bucked in response to his attentions and raised my hips when he slipped a couple fingers in me. I felt the heat of arousal reawaken and became wet again. Billy lapped it all up as fast as I spurted it out. He raised himself above me, ready to claim what was now his. My breathing was heavy and I had a film of sweat on my skin.
"Have sex with me the way I know you want to. Forget the right and wrong, son and wife bullshit. This isn’t rape and you aren’t a victim. I want to feel you grab me like I've seen you do with my dad. I want to have claw marks down my back for the next week! But if you can't find the bitch inside you to fuck me like I want you to, then I got some pills that will help you go all night long!"
"No, not that. I can do it without that."
"Then close your eyes and pretend I'm my dad, cause I'm not done with you till I'm done." The tone of his voice made it impossible to argue.
I closed my eyes to help me to get past the wrongness and simply focus on the man that was between my thighs. I caught his scent as he nuzzled my neck again. I raised my hands to touch him for the first time since all this started.
I let the feel of his muscles stimulate my senses, the smell of his shower gel, the feel of him moving in and out, his hand on my breast kneading and pinching, the feel of him teasing my nipple. The saving grace came to my closed eyes then, a picture of Mark making love to me, just like this.
It was easier to respond to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed the skin there, nipping the sweet spot behind the ear. I heard him gasp in pleasure. I reached down between our bodies and took hold of his balls, rubbing them as he pumped in and out. I felt them tighten up as the pace quickened. A few seconds later, he shook with a climax, harshly ramming himself in and out of me.
It was done. After
"NO!" I screamed at him, and tried to shove back against him to free myself. But it was too late. He had position over me, the perfect position for what we both wanted, however unwillingly I wanted to admit it. He clamped his hand over my mouth and pressed his body down onto mine. I had to use both hands in front of me to brace myself as he guided his erection through my moist folds.
I begged him to stop but he ignored me. My muffled pleas had no effect on him as he stroked my clit with his free hand. My body succumbed to the stimulation. I got wetter by the second and found myself giving in, chasing release. I sobbed as my body quivered with the waves of an orgasm. How could I ever act like nothing happened around Mark? How could I ever look at my stepson again?
Billy released his passion inside me, violently shaking and grabbing me during his climax. Spent, he rested on my back as his breathing returned to normal. He straightened up. Turning me to face him, he gently wiped the tears off my cheeks and placed his finger under my chin, raising my eyes to meet his.
"Now, let's see if we can do that again with a little less fighting."
I let him finish removing my shirt, shoes, slacks and thong, knowing resistance was futile. Billy eased me down on the soft grass and began kissing and sucking at my neck. His hand gently fondled and played with my breasts while he rubbed his semi cock against my already aching clit.
I had caused this desire in him when I had touched him, however innocently so many years ago. As Billy continued his ministrations to my body, my mind was consumed with how I would lose Mark because of this. I doubted that he'd still want to be married to me after this. Not telling him wasn't an option. I never could lie to Mark. I wasn't going to start now, but how to tell him this?
Billy clinched his mouth over my clit, toying it with his tongue. I bucked in response to his attentions and raised my hips when he slipped a couple fingers in me. I felt the heat of arousal reawaken and became wet again. Billy lapped it all up as fast as I spurted it out. He raised himself above me, ready to claim what was now his. My breathing was heavy and I had a film of sweat on my skin.
"Have sex with me the way I know you want to. Forget the right and wrong, son and wife bullshit. This isn’t rape and you aren’t a victim. I want to feel you grab me like I've seen you do with my dad. I want to have claw marks down my back for the next week! But if you can't find the bitch inside you to fuck me like I want you to, then I got some pills that will help you go all night long!"
"No, not that. I can do it without that."
"Then close your eyes and pretend I'm my dad, cause I'm not done with you till I'm done." The tone of his voice made it impossible to argue.
I closed my eyes to help me to get past the wrongness and simply focus on the man that was between my thighs. I caught his scent as he nuzzled my neck again. I raised my hands to touch him for the first time since all this started.
I let the feel of his muscles stimulate my senses, the smell of his shower gel, the feel of him moving in and out, his hand on my breast kneading and pinching, the feel of him teasing my nipple. The saving grace came to my closed eyes then, a picture of Mark making love to me, just like this.
It was easier to respond to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed the skin there, nipping the sweet spot behind the ear. I heard him gasp in pleasure. I reached down between our bodies and took hold of his balls, rubbing them as he pumped in and out. I felt them tighten up as the pace quickened. A few seconds later, he shook with a climax, harshly ramming himself in and out of me.
It was done. After
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