Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Suddenly, it happens. My pussy clenches once, squeezing his cock hard as I come, before dissolving into a series of earth-shattering tremors. Simultaneously, I feel his shaft seize up inside me, pulsing, as he pulls my head back and bites my throat. And with that, the man explodes. He ejaculates hard inside me, hot pulses of creamy white froth exploding deep into my body.
“Unnh, FUCK!” he roars against my throat. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
I’m mewling with pleasure as well, waves thundering in my ears as we climax together.
“Oh Trent!” is my helpless shriek, my pussy fucked so good. “Yes yes yes! Give it to me!”
But as we moan and writhe together, a sudden shriek pierces the ecstasy, making me jump. What was that? It sounded like a siren and my eyes fly open of their own volition.
Oh shit shit shit! It’s Vivian! My MOM is here! And she’s shrieking at us, pointing one finger accusingly as her mouth forms words that are impossible to make out. But there’s no doubt about one thing: she’s furious.
My heart’s hammering in my chest as I watch Vivian practically tear her hair out, but I still can’t make out what’s she trying to say.
But Trent knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Holy shit,” he growls, carefully pulling his thick, bicycle tire of a cock out of my tight pussy. It looks obscene, that hot rod still pulsing and dripping with lust, but I want it. And anger starts boiling up inside of me. Because what the hell? Why is my mom here, spying on us? We’ve been robbed of this precious moment by my intolerable, screeching mother, who is inexplicably standing not ten feet away.
“Mom! Shut up!” I yell at her suddenly, which miraculously, works. Her mouth snaps shut even if those eyes are still shooting daggers. “What is your problem? What are you even doing here?” I spit. She glares at me as I wobble to my feet, grabbing my clothes. Trent’s tucking his cock into his jeans and straightening his t-shirt.
“How dare you tell me to shut up! You're a child! And he -” Vivian breathes, as she points accusingly with one long, claw-like fingernail to Trent. “-is an ex-con!” she continues.
Huh? I glance at Trent, who avoids my gaze. What is Vivian talking about? She’s all too eager to fill me in.
“He was put away for statutory rape! And now he’s doing the same to you!” she screeches. I’m dumbfounded. What in the world? That can’t be true, can it? Did my lover really serve time?
I stare at Trent, waiting for him to deny the accusation. I wait for him to call her bluff and tell her to mind her own business. Or at the very least, to reproach Vivian for following us to Bear Forest and not respecting our privacy. But he’s silent as the grave. His hands dig deep into his pockets, those massive shoulders slumped. He glances up at me, eyes full of shame, and suddenly I know Vivian’s accusations are true. He opens his mouth, about to say something, but Vivian’s orange claw of a hand grabs me by the wrist and I allow her to drag me away. I’m practically wrestled into the passenger seat of her car, the door slamming shut unceremoniously behind my limp form.
The whole way home, Vivian continues yelling at me but I don’t even hear the words due to my numb state. All I can think about is how stupid I’ve been – because of course this whole thing was too good to be true. A guy as hot as Trent, interested in me? A curvy, shy, teenager half his age? It’s not possible, and it wasn’t possible. I was dumb, full stop.
“You should be ashamed of yourself!” Vivian is screaming at me now. “Letting some rapist take your virginity!” I close my eyes, trying to get my bearings.
“I didn’t know he was a rapist,” comes my calm voice.
“So he’s a liar, too!” reproaches Vivian. I keep my eyes pressed shut. I don't want to discuss this with her. But my mom doesn’t let up, yelling at me all the way home. As we pull into the driveway, I open the door before the car’s even fully stopped.
“Absolutely disgusting,” she yells from behind. “Taking you into the middle of some forest so he can have his way with you!” I enter the house, still biting my lip. But then the barriers cave and I can’t take it anymore. Spinning around, I turn tear-filled eyes her way.
“I don’t know what your problem is, Mom! You've been trying to get me to lose my virginity for years, telling me to -” I say, using my fingers to make air quotations marks, “- get it over with.” Vivian stares at me in shock. “So I got it over with! I let the ex-con next door sweet talk me into fucking me. I’m happy about it. Why shouldn’t you be?” I throw at her. “It’s my body after all.”