“Oooh yes, don’t that feel good...you feel that..? C’mon Baby Girl it’s not gonna hurt all that much, just a little sting for awhile...just be still and let me ease it on in just a lil further...yeah, like that”, crooned John as he plunged deeper enjoying the sensations of yet, another nubile and tender soul. Make no bones about it, this was not just any tender soul. Nicole was his favorite, both out of choice and necessity. It was he who broke her in and first introduced her to the sensations she didn’t understand much early on. “You always came through for me all these years so don’t stop now”, he added. John felt that he was in another world as he relished the tightness and snug feel that gripped the hardness in his crotch. This was the type of pleasure he couldn’t never imagine getting from his wife. There were many reasons why he married Janice Williams, and it wasn’t for love, nor the plain lifeless sex she rendered, either. Besides, she was frigid and felt that sex was overrated. He needed to satisfy cravings that went far beyond money and financial satisfaction, and didn’t have a problem getting satisfied elsewhere, especially young tender pussy. He needed a cover and she was convenient. At times though, he couldn’t help reminiscing about his childhood. The demons inside him made sure that the art of manipulation coupled with cunning insight was not lost on him, nor wasn’t blameless or remiss BECAUSE of him. It was his own daddy’s fault -- his crave for money and how he treated him and his brothers, set in motion desires that only intensified as he grew older. Those desires were much more than sexual -- they were about control and domination. The need to force his will on girls gave him a rush that gave adrenalin equal footing as if it was a drug. His penis grew harder and harder thinking about what was in his domain to control, and nothing at the moment could deter from his euphoric state. “Nicole, I’m so sorry, my love. You will one day be grateful to me for preparing you for the essential role you will play in being the perfect wife and loving woman to your husband. You will look at what I’m giving you and know that I truly cared about you.”
Nicole was numb but not devoid of the disgusting situation she was in. Nicole didn’t need to look at him to know that a different breed of ‘monster’ was not only in her midst but about to enter a space he didn’t need to be. She closed her eyes tighter to block the image of this vile and contemptuous man who happened to be the wrong man her mother married. Is this the reward for a second chance at having a loving father...the type of father she was used to having? Oh, how she missed her real daddy! Tiring of the lines she heard over and over for the last 5 years, she suddenly faced him with anger rising, and courage that wasn’t there before -- “For crying out loud I’m only 16! How can you continue to do this to me...have you no conscious or sense of guilt to know that this is wrong? I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!” screamed Nicole. “Now, now, Sugar Plum, you know you love it! Is this the way to treat your father who’s just trying to protect you from those that only want to get what they can get? I’d rather have you, show you the ropes before any of those hoodlums get to you. I’ve seen the looks of them...and even the grown-ass men how they lust after you”, said John as he defended himself, totally oblivious to Nicole’s defiance.
Nicole looked at him with disgust and resigned herself to his powerful grip on her momentarily but not the will to turn the tables at some point. Another night of discontent and shame she endured and lost count of the many times that this scene has played out. Time and time again after he spent himself, she always sat in shameful trances, cold, and totally violated. Defeat and helplessness were the unwelcomed signs of utter disgust with feelings of being used like a dishrag. Her body ached and her mind was heavy. She felt overwhelmed and searched for answers to questions that she knew wouldn’t be answered at this stage of her life. But in her young mind she HAD to find a recourse for what should not be happening to a 16 year-old. Is it my fault? Who can I run to? Mother has no clue, always rejecting my pleas, and denying that her husband is at fault. I’m tired of hearing her say, “Nicole it’s YOUR fault, stop walking so deductively around him.” Once again the forces of unjust circumstances pitted her against all odds and certainly without justice prevailing. Of course it was dark, just like many other nights just like this one and with the same results. A thousand midnights couldn’t be more blacker than her soul at the moment. As she looked at the man naked before her she knew that she was trapped for now, paralized because of the circumstances but beyond repair and she knew that help was fleeting but not forgotten.
John watched Nicole watching him. She looked so cute with such a bewildered reflective look on her face...but he knew that she’d never understand his need and longing for young girls in general and her specifically. There was something about them in his opinion that satisfied all that it needed to be...making them women before their time gave his a sense of completeness for a task that he knew wasn’t done on a whole, yet loving the primal fear that he put in them legitimized the control and power he craved. But Nicole was special and he knew he had time on his side. Nicole wasn’t going anywhere. He felt that young girls should be taught early that their only purpose was to serve men in the bedroom and endow themselves further in the kitchen. He reveled at the pain and anguish he’d seen in countless eyes after rendering them helpless so that he could bend his will. Once they found out how good it felt he knew that it would be a matter of time when he’d have them where he wanted them. He couldn’t believe his good fortune back in the day when he learned about Janice William’s state of affairs. He knew that she was recently divorced with an appealing daughter who had such a nice body and a set of tits that he could appreciate. He liked them young...always did. Watching Nicole and seeing the potential for what he felt would be a good investment if only he could just get Janice to believe in him. There was magic the way Nicole walked and carried herself bore his attention -- she walked with hips like a grown-up and firm titties that begged to be sucked. It only heightened his determination. He knew it would only be a matter of time when he would be where he needed to be! Both of them, he felt, was too crucial for his plan to fail.
Snapping back to reality, he had to finish the job. No action with Nicole was complete without him going down between her legs tasting her and licking her until he came again and again! Oral sex was a key element in his repertoire, for he felt that the best way to get her in rhythm was to allow pleasure to flow from the feeling of touch what better way than from the center of everything? And touching her tenderly where the mind would register first, would be preliminary for when he would mount her in earnest. He had to make this happen before the household woken though, and especially before Janice can prepare his breakfast.
End of Part 1
