After the night my mum’s boyfriend, Dirty Derek, snuck in my room and fucked me, things changed dramatically in our household. For a start, he stopped showing an interest in my mother. I thought she would be angry with me, but instead, she was really pleased.
From what I heard most nights while lying in bed, Derek was pretty brutal and kinky with my mother in the bedroom. I assumed she had gotten sick and tired of his kinky games and sexual fetishes. Also, I don’t think my mother ever liked him that much to begin with. It was evident from the start that she was only shagging him for his money.
It seemed that Mother was only too pleased that Derek had turned his attention to me. She seemed only too happy to pass the mantle to me, her slutty seventeen-year-old daughter.
It was a week after he fucked me that I saw him standing at the entrance of my bedroom once again. This time it was morning and I had just woken up. Derek stood there leaning casually against the doorframe with his arms folded. He had on a grubby string vest, a pair of tatty old socks with a hairy toe protruding from the end of one, and a pair of Y-fronts that looked like they had seen better days. Again, like before, I was horrified by how hairy he was. His entire body was matted with wiry grey hair that made him look like a bear.
My gaze dropped lower and I noticed his Y-fronts were tented at the front, propped up by a raging hard-on that must have been at least six inches in length and as thick as my forearm. I had slept naked that night and my bedclothes had rucked up, leaving the slot between my legs fully exposed. My legs were wide open, giving Derek a titillating view of my tender teen cunt.
I coughed to clear my throat and then covered myself with the bed sheets.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” he sighed in a kind tone. “We’re going out for some fun today. Just you and me.” He entered my room and stood beside my bed, squeezing the bulge at the front of his Y-fronts. “Come on, be a good girl and open those legs. Let me have a taste of that juicy fruit between your thighs.”
I really wanted to. The urge to have this dirty old man lick and suck my tender cunt was overwhelming.
“Where’s Mother? What if she catches us?” I asked.
Derek sat beside me on the bed, the springs groaning with the onslaught of his body weight, and started to pinch my toes and ankles. “She’s downstairs making breakfast. She won’t disturb us. She knows the score.”
Derek’s hands moved to my sides, pinching my outer thighs and stomach. I giggled and pushed the soles of my feet against his chest to halt his advancements, saying, “Stop it, you dirty old git.” I giggled, enjoying the feel of his clammy hands on my body.
Little did I know, in doing this I had left my buttocks gaping open, exposing my tight little arsehole for a swift invasion.
His hand didn’t need a second invitation. Before I knew what was happening, a greasy forefinger had slipped straight up my anus, all the way to the knuckle. It was a shock at first and I screeched, “Oh my God!” with fright. But then it felt weird yet wonderful and arousing, and I found myself involuntarily squirming on the bed, bucking my hips and squealing and giggling, then writhing with the heat spreading out over my body.
My body was alive with sexual sensation, so I lay on my back, opened my legs and wrapped them around Derek’s fat head, gripping him in a tight headlock and smothering his face with my juicy cunt. I thrust my hips, mashing my pussy against his stubbly face. Then I felt his tongue go to work over my crevice, his stubble tickling my nether region and heightening my arousal. I groaned as I felt exotic sensations washing over me.
I felt myself drifting off into a state of intense sexual arousal. I don’t know what Derek’s tongue was doing between my legs, but before I knew it, an orgasm was sweeping over me that nearly blew my head off. I was seeing stars for a moment. My hips bucked manically and I was grasping at the bed sheets to stop myself from bouncing off the bed. I gave out a loud sigh as I fell back to earth, regaining my composure.
Derek couldn’t resist giving my arsehole a little lick before standing up to admire my naked form.
I lay on the bed, spread-eagled, breathing heavy, my most intimate areas exposed to Derek’s avid gaze. He spent a moment leering down at me and fiddling with his cock that was now poking out of his Y-fronts. In one swift motion, he whipped his underpants down to his ankles and sat astride my face. Mounting my head, he grabbed his cock and began slapping it over my face.
His groan of delight filled the room as he sank his chunky cock into my mouth. It smelt strongly of sweat and tasted vaguely of piss, but that just served to heighten my arousal As he held the back of my head and pumped his rampant member in and out of my mouth, he gasped, “Oh yeah, that’s a prime suckhole. We’ll call this one the cum-dump as well, 'cause it’s where I’m gonna dump my load when I’m done.”
Opening my eyes, I watched his thick meat sliding in and out of my mouth. My jaw started to ache, but his filthy words made me hot. I loved the fact that he had assumed total dominance over me and was treating me like a little fuck-slut.
He was like a man possessed now with his blood up, relentless as he thrust his fat erection in my mouth over and over. “Suck it, you dirty little bitch!” he barked excitedly. “Suck that big fat fucking cock!”
I could do nothing but answer him with a helpless glug, glug, glug. I was choking, suffocating on his fat rod and my own spit.
“Oh fuck!” he snapped. “Time to dump some cum into the cum-dump!”
I looked up at him, watching his face contort into a grotesque sneer as his cock throbbed between my lips. Then my eyes widened with surprise as I felt a jet of warm spunk hit the back of my throat. He held my head still as he filled my mouth with a full load of cum, making me choke and gag with the onslaught. My cheeks bulged after the fourth spurt of liquid, the cum leaking down my chin as I struggled to swallow the thick spunk.
I was running out of air when he finally fell back onto the bed, his cock slipping from my lips. Wheezing and panting, he jumped off the bed and went to my clothes drawer. Pulling out the skimpiest two-piece string-bikini he could find, he threw it to me and said, “We’re going shopping. But you’re wearing that.”
The thought of wearing such little clothing out in public gave me an almighty thrill. I got myself showered and slipped on my bikini, ready for a day of sordid perversion with my mother’s boyfriend, Dirty Derek.
***
“Have fun, guys,” my mother shouted as we left the house, not even trying to hide her delight at spending the day alone instead of having Derek lurking around her all day making constant sexual demands.
Despite it being a very hot day, Derek wore black polyester trousers and a white button-up shirt. On his feet, he had open-toed sandals with white socks with a fat hairy big toe protruding from the end of one.
I can’t describe the thrill I felt venturing outside wearing so little clothing. My nipples and pussy, the only parts of my body that were concealed, immediately tingled with sexual delight.
As we approached the car, Derek stopped and scratched his chin. He thought for a moment then said, “It’s pension day today, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I replied, looking confused.
“Why don’t we take the bus instead of the car,” he suggested. “Those old boys on the bus will have a treat when they see you wearing that bikini.”
I smiled widely. The thought really did turn me on.
The bus was pulling into the stop when we arrived. We had to run to get on before it pulled away. Derek waddled quickly rather than ran, with his potbelly bouncing up and down at every stride and sweat pouring down his face.
When we boarded the bus, the driver’s eyes immediately fixed onto my tits. He was delighted to see only my nipples were concealed within the skimpy top with the fleshy parts of my breasts fully exposed. His eyes never left my tits the whole time we were paying our fare.