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  I Can’t Help That I’m A Slut

  By Logan Lee

  Rev 1.0

  Copyright Logan Lee 2011

  Cover Image by Roland Darby at freedigitalphotos.net

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  This is a work of fiction, and all names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  I Can’t Help That I’m A Slut

  I’ve always been a slut. I can’t help it. I went through feelings of guilt as a teenager. The worst guilt I ever had was the day after my eighteenth birthday. I had started filling out nicely my sophomore year in high school. By the time I turned seventeen I had the whole package. I’ve never been really tall, even now at twenty four years old I’m only five foot two, but I do have a nice tight ass that sits on top two beautiful legs. I have hips that one boyfriend in college described as being made to hold onto for a good fucking, and tits that are the perfect size for me. They aren’t too big and they aren’t too small.

  My mother had remarried when I was twelve, which was a little late for me to start thinking of Jon as my “father”. We got along okay; I never had that rebellious streak that lots of step children get when their parents remarry, I just always sort of thought of him as my step father, not my father.

  My mother had gotten pregnant with me in high school and so was only seventeen herself when I was born, Jon was five years younger than my mother, so when I was seventeen he was only twenty nine years old. Maybe that’s one of the reasons that we got along as well as we did. He was a police officer and I think that may be where my attraction to men in uniform comes from. He was in amazing shape since he always worked out at the gym after he got off work before he came home. He stood about six foot with broad shoulders and a muscled torso. He wasn’t a body builder type, more of a panther covered in lean muscle. He had a military short head of brown hair and an easy confidence that totally explained why my mother had fallen for him.

  Not that my mother wasn’t a catch, she was built like me but slightly bigger in all the good areas; those being tits and ass and hips. I never really thought of how hot my mother was, or of how much we looked alike until I was eighteen. I had gotten my driver’s license a few months before and I told my parents that I was going to be out of the house hanging out with friends all night on a Friday until my curfew of eleven pm. So I left at about 4:30 in the afternoon and was almost to my friend’s house when I realized that I didn’t have my cell phone. That being the best leash ever invented for a teenage girl, I of course had to turn around and go home for it. The whole round trip probably took about a half an hour.

  Normally I parked in the garage alongside my mother’s car, and Jon parked out on the street. Since I was only running in and running back out again though, I didn’t want to go through all the trouble of opening the garage and pulling in and then pulling out. I just parked on the street, pulling up right behind Jon’s car. That’s why my parents never knew that I was home again or my whole life may have been different.

  I walked up to the house and opened the door; it was one of the newer houses in those cookie cutter developments so the door didn’t even squeak. I closed it behind me and ran up the steps to my room, I was moving so fast since I was late that I never heard anything until I was passing Jon and my mom’s doorway. Then I looked over and froze like a deer caught in the headlights.

  There was Jon standing with his back to me, his naked back attached to his whole naked body. He was turned ever so slightly so that I was behind and to the right of him. He was fucking my mom like his life depended on it. She was on the bed on her elbows and her knees, her legs slightly spread and her ass stuck up into the air. Jon had both hands on her hips and was pulling his dick almost all the way out before driving it back in with enough force to rock her forward, and what a dick it was.

  It had to be nine inches long if it was an inch. It wasn’t the pencil dick that so many men endowed with length have either, it was nice and thick and had a huge set of balls hanging down below it that were slapping against my mom every time he plowed forward into her.

  They were both grunting and moaning so much there was no way that they knew I was there but all the same I stepped back around the door frame and peeked at them. He just kept fucking her. I was still a virgin at that time but I knew, I mean I knew that he was good. He fucked her for at least twenty minutes hard and from behind. Sometimes he pulled on her hair or slapped her ass but finally, when I thought I would have to put him in for a medal or something he cried out that he was cumming. My mother started fucking back into him harder saying “Cum in me baby, cum in my pussy” and things like that. I was shocked; I’d never heard my mother say anything remotely dirty before.

  Jon pulled out of my mom when he was done cumming and climbed up onto the bed beside her. He lay down onto his back and then motioned her over to him with a smile. Her ass was still up in the air and I could see her wet, hairy pussy. It even had cum dripping out of it! It was so hot it was like something straight out of a porno movie. I watched as my mom crawled over to Jon on the bed and began to suck his dick clean. She licked his balls, slowly sucking each one into her mouth. Then she licked all the way up the shaft to the head before she wrapped her mouth around it and I watched the entire length of Jon’s slowly softening cock disappear into her mouth.

  When she was done she crawled up beside him to cuddle in the crook of his arm. I snuck into my room, grabbed my cell phone and snuck out of the house as quietly as I could. The thoughts going through my head at that time were too many to name. I knew a few things for certain though. First, I knew that Jon was unbelievably hot. Second, I knew that if he fucked me like that every day I would have married him too. Third, I knew that I needed relief. I was still a virgin at that time, but I’d been doing the job myself for years so I didn’t have any trouble as hot as I was rubbing my pussy as I drove to my friends house.

  Things pretty much went back to normal after that. I was very nervous around Jon for weeks though. I couldn’t even be in the same room as him without thinking about his huge dick and I’m pretty sure he caught me staring at his groin at least once. I think I must have spent days added up fingering myself in bed over the next year and thinking about Jon, remembering how sexy he looked fucking my mom.

  Finally the stress and sexual frustration was too much for me and I decided that I was going to lose my virginity at my senior prom. I had just turned eighteen and I honestly couldn’t believe that I was still a virgin. I had started dressing like a whore, or at least as much of a whore as I could get away with from my parents.

  My mom wouldn’t let me get away with it but Jon’s reaction was a little confusing to me. I was hoping to get a reaction out of him that would let me know that I was dressing as much like a whore as I wanted. But instead he wouldn’t even look at me half the time or he would seem to get angry and leave the room.

  Every day for weeks I would take a shower and then wrap a towel around me that barely covered my breasts and my pussy and then I would walk around the house. I tried to seem as innocent as I could about it. Sometimes my mom would tell me to go put clothes on, but usually I managed to avoi
d her. My goal wasn’t to get any kind of a reaction from her after all.

  The only time that I thought Jon noticed in any way that was close to what I wanted was after I had taken a shower and then decided to come down and sit in the living room beside him. He was in the recliner with a beer in his hand, watching something on the Military Channel and so I sat on the sofa off to his right. I had the towel wrapped around me and I brought some nail polish down as part of my plan. I lifted my feet up onto the sofa with the towel still wrapped around me and adjusted until I was pretty sure that Jon would have a nice clear shot of my pussy. Then I started to paint my nails and not look at him at all, just waiting.

  I think I was probably on my third toe when I heard him adjusting in the chair and saw some movement out of the corner of my eyes. My hair was down over my face and I didn’t think he could see my eyes from where he sat so I looked up at him without moving my head at all. Sure enough he was staring wide eyed and intently right between my legs. I was trying so hard not to smile. I took my time with each toe after that, spreading my legs a little to bend and blow on them in as sexy a way as a seventeen year old girl knows how.

  When I was done I stood up without looking at him and saw his head whip back to the television. Then I snuggled the towel up around me and walked over to his chair. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and said in almost a whisper “Goodnight Jon.” He mumbled his reply as I made my exit, conscious the whole time of his eyes on my ass as I left the room. That worked so well it inspired my next attempt that would work better than I had ever dreamed possible.

  I will never forget the first time that I pulled out all the stops around him. I had a date with the guy who wanted to take my virginity at prom, and my mom was working late so Jon was the only person home. I could hear him down in the living room watching some television.

  I put on the shortest skimpy little black dress I had, it barely covered my pussy. I wasn’t wearing any panties at all and I tested it out by bending over in front of a mirror, my cute little shaved pussy lips seemed to be pouting and looking back at me. I had thigh high black fishnet stockings and a pair of black open toed four inch heels with straps that criss-crossed up to my knees. The dress was cut so low in front that my tits, which were a nice B cup at that time, were the first thing that any man should notice about me, especially since my nipples were almost showing.

  I topped it off by doing my hair and makeup in the absolute skankiest and sluttiest, whore looking way possible. I used tons of eye shadow and bright red lipstick. When I was finally ready I took a deep breath and walked downstairs. I didn’t need to go into the kitchen for anything but I did anyway so that I would have to walk right through the living room.

  I made a point of not looking at Jon as I strutted my way through the living room but I could feel his eyes on me from the second I came around the corner from the hallway. There was absolutely no way he could let me leave without saying something and if I knew him at all …

  I opened the door to the refrigerator and bent at the waist with my ankles crossed and a hand out as if I was looking for something on the bottom shelf, and then I waited, but I didn’t need to wait long. I heard Jon enter the kitchen behind me so I casually looked around my legs without ever straightening at him. He was staring straight at my exposed pussy and leaning against the wall, beer in his hand. That’s when I noticed on the counter near him the pile of empty beer bottles and the glazed look in his eyes. I looked back at Jon and saw that he had an absolutely huge tent in his jeans, and that was exactly the reaction I was hoping for.

  I smiled coyly at him and said “I’m a little thirsty; too bad I can’t get one of those.” Before I turned back to the shelf in front of me and pretended to look some more. I heard him crossing the distance behind me, he was anything but quiet. Then I felt his hand on my ass and my heart skipped a beat. I froze. I never thought in a million years I would get this kind of a reaction from him. This was beyond any experience that I had ever had in all my eighteen years.

  His hand rested on top of my ass for a few seconds, and then it slid down over the edge of my skirt to the skin showing at the top of my leg to the right of my pussy. I wasn’t sure how to react or what I was supposed to do now so I just stayed there, bent over with my right hand on the door of the refrigerator as I saw his left hand reach over my shoulder into the refrigerator and set his beer down in there before withdrawing and grabbing my hip firmly.

  His right hand slid across the skin of my ass ever so gently making me shiver, then I felt his finger rubbing against my exposed pussy lips. I think I gasped, I know I reached out with my left hand and grabbed a hold of the shelf inside the refrigerator to help steady myself. I could feel my pussy getting wet in response to his caress, and then he slipped a finger into me, not very far only maybe to his second knuckle. I responded by arching my back and sticking my ass farther up in the air toward his finger.

  I could hear the smile in Jon’s voice now almost as much as I could hear the beer, “You like teasing me don’t you?” I didn’t answer except to gasp again a little as he pulled his finger out and then started slowly fucking me with it. He crooked it forward as if to say “come here” until he was dragging it along the front wall of my now soaking pussy every time he pulled it out of me. My knees were growing weak and I wasn’t sure how long I could stay in this position bent almost in half but I didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to keep going more than anything I had ever wanted in my life.

  Jon suddenly pulled his finger out of me and I thought the whole thing was done until he pulled me backwards by the hand still on my hip. He guided me a few feet to the left of the refrigerator kicked the door shut. Then stepping in behind me until his body was pressed against mine he grabbed both my hands from behind me and placed them on the counter in front of me, sliding his hands up my arms slowly as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my neck.

  Jon began to nibble and kiss at my neck and ear. It drove me wild the way he would gently bite my earlobe. He thrust forward into me and I could feel his hardness through his blue jeans digging into my ass. I pressed my ass back into him and moaned as his hands came around me, feeling across my chest and squeezing my breasts. He gently pinched my nipples between his fingers and made me shiver again as he whispered into my ear “I’m going to give you the fucking you’ve been asking for Kyra. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Did you think I didn’t notice the way you walked around here showing me your pussy?”

  “I w-w-w-wanted you to see my pussy Jon.” It was all I could do to get out a semi coherent sentence just then. I was scared of losing my virginity; I wasn’t even on the pill. Was I supposed to tell him that, hell I didn’t know? I wondered if he was going to use a condom but I was way too caught up in the moment to say anything now.

  One of his hands was behind me now and I could hear him pulling his thick leather belt open, then zipper, then his hands left my body altogether while he kicked his jeans off and pulled his shirt up and over his head. Now naked, he stood behind me and grabbed my hips. He stuck a foot between mine and kicked my legs farther apart almost knocking me down since I wasn’t exactly experienced at walking in heels, not to mention keeping my balance with men kicking at my feet.

  His urgency and his roughness was surprisingly turning me on though. I had never expected my first time to be like this. I guess until then I had always had the girl fantasy of Prince Charming the tender lover, making love to me in a way that girls always tend to dream about, sighing and oohing and ahhing. Jon was rough; he wasn’t planning on making love to me, anything but in fact. He was going to fuck me like I was a whore, and realizing that made me want him even more. Maybe that makes me sick, I don’t know and I don’t care. If a whore is what I am, then so be it. I’m a happy and content whore then.

  Jon reached around the front of me and placed his left hand on top of mine, lacing his fingers through mine on the counter top. I felt his dick against my ass cheek searching for my pussy. He grabbed it with h
is hand and guided it to my wet pussy lips. Then he spit on his hand and rubbed it on the length of his cock. Grabbing his dick again he brought it straight to my pussy. It took him some pushing to get the head through my tight opening and he just about had it when I turned and looked at him over my shoulder saying “I’m a virgin, Jon.”

  He paused for a few seconds and looked at me, and then he grinned, kissed me on the mouth passionately, his tongue exploring the depths of mine. “Don’t worry; it’ll only hurt for a few minutes.”

  As soon as the last word was out of his mouth he shoved forward into me. It felt like someone had knocked the wind out of me. I felt like someone was splitting me open, prying me apart. My head was spinning and I swear I actually felt the tearing deep down in my soul. Jon pulled out of me, and then shoved forward again and again. Every time just a tiny bit more of his huge dick was disappearing inside of me.

  My teeth were clenched against the pain and there were tears running down my face. Finally I felt his stomach against my back and he stopped thrusting, he was all the way inside of me. He squeezed my hand, the hand that was still intertwined with his on the counter; he kissed back up my neck to my ear, and then turned my head toward his with his other hand. He kissed my mouth and bit my bottom lip. Then he pulled back and looked at me, looked into my tear filled eyes.

  “Fuck you’re such a hot little slut. The way your make up ran, turned into raccoon eyes, that’s so fucking hot.” Then he began to slowly fuck me. He lied. It was more like ten minutes later before it started to feel good. I don’t think he cared though; my tears were turning him on. The whole thing was turning me on to be honest. I may have been crying my eyes out in pain, but it was still indescribably sexy. I wasn’t sure how much of my wetness down there was blood or just honest to God wetness but I didn’t care either. Jon just fucked me through my tears, by the time the pain stopped and it started to feel good he was pounding me hard, the way that I saw him fuck my mother.