No Longer Virgins

“Hey, Mary, it’s time to get up.” Chad told his girlfriend’s daughter. “It’s almost 9 in the morning.”

“Can I sleep in today?” she asked blearily. “I was out late last night.”

“What time did you come home?” he asked, knowing full well it was after 11 when she got in, despite having a 10 30 curfew. Her mother had already been asleep in bed for several hours by then, because of her early shift at the diner where she was a waitress.

“I dunno, 10 or so.” Mary lied, not opening her eyes and turning onto her stomach to hide her face in the pillow. “Please, just let me sleep a little longer?”

“If I do, are you going to do some things for me later?” he asked. “I promise, you’ll like them.”

“What do you want me to do?” she asked, turning her head to look at him, curious.

“Are you sure you’re not awake right now?” he asked. “You can do one thing right now, or a couple things later. Your choice.”

“What do I have to do?” she asked, rolling onto her back and looking up at him. He pulled the covers down to her ankles, exposing her T-shirt and panties she had gone to bed in.

“The one thing is to swallow my come.” he said, smiling. “The couple things are to let me fuck your pussy and ass!”

“Chad!” she said, shocked. “What would my mother say if she knew you were talking to me like this?”

“She’ll never know, unless you want me telling her you broke curfew last night!” he said, and grinned down at her as she looked up at him, speechless.

“That’s blackmail!” she whispered. “You know what she’ll do to me if she finds out how late I came home last night? She’ll ground me, and I won’t be able to go out with Tommy any more!”

“So, you want me to keep how late you were out a secret from your mother?” he asked. “That’s going to cost you.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and hid her breasts, even though they were behind her shirt. “What’s it going to cost me?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer to that question from the look in his eyes.

He held out his hand expectantly. “Give me that shirt and let me see them.” he told her. “Or, you can get up right now, go on about you day normally, and I’ll just have a little talk with your mother when she comes home later. Your choice.”

“Please, don’t tell her!” Mary begged. “She’ll make me break up with Tommy, and I love him!”

“Then it’s going to cost you.” he said. “I really don’t like keeping secrets from your mother, and you know what you’ll have to do to keep me quiet.”

“Please don’t make me do this.” she begged quietly. “Not even Tommy has seen them yet!”

“Has he touched them?” he asked, still holding out his hand insistently. “Give it here, right now, or I call her at work.”

“Don’t do that!” she begged, and took off her shirt. She still hid them behind her arms shyly, though.

“Let me see them, Mary.” he told her sternly, and took out his cell phone when she hesitated. He put it away as she dropped her arms with a choking sob.

“I’m so embarrassed!” she said, crying, and shrank away from him as he sat down on the bed next to her.

“Why?” he asked, catching her chin with his thumb and two fingers and turning her face to look at him. “You’re a beautiful young lady, Mary.” He kissed her mouth gently, and she moaned quietly in fear.

“I don’t feel beautiful right now.” she told him. “I feel like a whore!”

“You are a whore, Mary.” he told her. “You’re trading your body for my silence, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” she admitted quietly, with another small sob.

“Has Bobby touched these yet?” he asked, fondling one of her breasts, then taking her other nipple between his thumb and index finger.

She pulled away from his hand with a louder sob. “No.” she said. “Don’t touch me!”

“If she would ground you for breaking curfew, I wonder what she would do if she found out about this?” he wondered “I bet she wouldn’t be too happy to find out her daughter had taken off her shirt and let someone other than than her boyfriend touch her naked tits, would she? Especially if she saw this picture.”

He used his phone camera to take several photos of her sitting there.

Mary really began to cry, now, frozen in fear as he laughed at her and stood back up. “What are you doing?” she asked, as he began opening his pants.

“If the price of me not telling about you breaking curfew was seeing you topless, what do you think the price of me not showing your mother these pictures is?” He bared his enormous erection to her and went right up to the edge of her bed, standing right next to her pillow.

“Ohh, no!” she moaned, then looked up from his cock to his face. “You’re going to make me suck it, aren’t you?”

He grinned down at her and shook his head. “I’m not going to MAKE you do anything.” he told her. “You’re going to suck me off because you WANT to. That’s the price for me not showing these to your mother. I want you to WANT to do it, and make me believe that you’re having fun, or I’ll show these to your mother anyway.”

“Oh my God.” she whispered, still crying. “Please don’t show them to her! I’ll do it; I’ll suck on your thing. Just please don’t show her!”

She took it in her hand as she sat up, then leaned forward and took it into her mouth. She looked up at him, tears still in her eyes as she sucked softly on it and went a little deeper.

“Are you crying, my dear?” he asked, stroking her hair and keeping her mouth on him. She nodded and sucked a little more, unable to move her head back because of his hands in her hair. “No, that won’t do at all! You’re supposed to be having fun being my little whore, or all this is all for nothing and I tell your mother everything when she gets home. Don’t you want to see Bobby again?”

She choked back another sob at his words and kept sucking, letting him go even deeper into her mouth. She remembered that he’d told her to swallow earlier, so she mentally prepared herself to do just that when the time came, which was close, judging by his moans and the quickening speed of his thrusts.

It began spurting a moment later, thick musky goo that coated the whole inside of her mouth, and as soon as she gulped one down, another followed, until he finally finished and allowed her to lay back down and catch her breath.

“Ah, very good, Mary!” he said praisingly. “Even your mother refuses to swallow. Hell, she won’t even let me come in her mouth!”

Mary looked up him, fresh tears beginning to form. “What? She won’t?”

“Hell no!” he said, smiling down at her. “She won’t even suck it any more; she’d rather fuck me, because she knows that the birth control pills will keep her from getting pregnant.”

“Oh my God!” Mary said, crying again. “What have I done? I need to go; I need to talk to Bobby right now!”

“I don’t think so.” he said, putting one hand on her chest and not letting her up. “In fact, you’re going to break up with him, today, unless you want me to show your mother this video.”

He played her the video he had just taken of her sucking on him topless. “Break up with him, or he sees this video, too.

“Oh, no!” she sobbed. She buried her face in her hands and began crying and sobbing as her heart broke. “It’s over; my whole life is over!”

“No, it’s not.” he told her. “It’s just beginning!” He smiled down at her and fondled her breasts again.

She sobbed harder. “Please don’t touch me there.” she asked, but didn’t push his hands away. “Please?”

“Okay.” he agreed, then ran his hands down her belly and under her panties. “I’ll touch you here, instead!”

She tried to close her legs, but he pushed them open and continued molesting her groin, feeling inside her with one finger while thumbing her clit.

“Please, don’t do that!” she begged. “I’ll… I’ll suck it again, if you stop.”

“What if I don’t want you to suck it?” he asked her.

“Oh God.” she sobbed. “What, then? I’ll do anything! Just don’t… just don’t take my virginity! Please, I’ll do anything!”

“Will you suck Mike’s cock?” he asked. Mike was his son, a somewhat nerdy boy that Chad was quite sure was still a virgin. “Will you suck him off the same as you did for me?”

“Oh, God.” she whispered, feeling his finger worm it’s way deeper into her and touch the paper thin membrane inside her. “YES! I’ll do it!” she said, wiggling away from his finger “Just stop that!”

“Come with me.” he ordered, stepping away from her bed. He jerked his head so she grabbed her shirt and followed him. He led her down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Mike was just finishing his breakfast

“Hey Mike, guess what? Mary has to do everything I tell her to do this morning, and guess what I told her to do?”

“I have no idea, Dad.” Mike said, looking at Mary curiously. “What did he tell you to do, Mary?”

“He told me to give you a blowjob, Mike.” she said, swallowing hard. “Please don’t make me do it, though!”

“Is this my early birthday present, Dad?” Mike asked his father, grinning. His father shook his head.

“Nope, this what she has to do so I won’t fuck her asshole.” Chad said. “Your birthday present is something else entirely.”

“Oh, cool!” Mike said eagerly, then looked at Mary, who was quietly sobbing. “Mary, you really don’t want to do this, do you?”

She shook her head, openly crying now. “No, I really don’t.”

Mike stood up and moved right in front of her, then put both hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eye. “I’ve always thought you were really pretty, Mary, and I was glad when your mom agreed to be my dad’s girlfriend. You’re almost my sister, now, and I get to see and talk to you every day.” he said, returning her smile.

He put a little pressure on her shoulders, and she looked at him in confusion as he made her kneel.

“Mike? Please don’t make me do this!” she begged, but he was opening his pants right in front of her.

“I’m not making you do this.” he said, smiling down at her.