The Lodger

'What do you mean Mr Gordon?' I asked feeling suddenly more helpless.

His mention of the rum bottles was a veiled threat that he might tell mum I brought alcohol into the house. Mum had always made it clear to me that we wouldn't drink at home and we would only drink small amounts to be sociable.

He was also reminding me, I was unable to get my clothes without him producing the key and opening the door.

I began to fear what act he planned to perpetrate on me now. 'What now?' I asked shuddering.

'Lift up again, and wait,' he said no longer expecting any resistance.

I raised my derriere for his inspection and further use. It was as if I had no choice. My body assumed the position where I felt vulnerable. Not having any control over his actions was frightening me.

Long moments later, I felt his hands on both feet then trailing lightly along my calves, up my thighs and stop with his fingers at the front of my hips and his thumbs at the back. I couldn't help it. I was getting aroused all over again.

He removed his hands and spread my pussy wide open and I could feel what was probably the end of his thumb sliding up and down the wet valley between my cunt lips again. It was so exciting. Then it remained at the entrance to the opening of my vagina.

His hands resumed their position on my hips so it certainly was not his thumb still between my legs. It must have been his penis. Did he want to force that inside me? I waited, helpless, not knowing what he was going to do to me next.

I asked, 'What are you going to do to me Mr Gordon? Remember you said you would keep your shorts on.'

'Well I've taken them off,' he said 'And now I'm going use my cock to penetrate you.'

'No! I'm not ready. Please don't. I don't think I'm ready Mr Gordon.' I felt defenceless.

'From where I am, You are as ready as you can ever be. You're turned on, you're very wet and you have my hard cock ready to fuck you. It's your call Ariel.'

I didn't respond. But I didn't move away either. I was almost intoxicated by my vulnerability. I was making it his call, and if he didn't fuck me I would probably kill him.

He had his hands at the top of my legs, and his hardened swollen cock jammed up hard against my cunt opening. He pushed his hardened cock at the opening until my vagina stretched open. Mr Gordon's cock slid inside me and he began slowly fucking me with the first 2 inches of his rigid tool. At the age of 19, I had Mr Gordon's cock in me, and I could never claim to be a virgin again.

He pushed it further in and I called out in pain. He kept putting more and more of his swollen hard cock deeply inside me, and he just kept on fucking. My cunt began to feel numb as the pain reduced, then he stopped with his cock fully up me.

I could feel his pubic hair on the top of my legs and on my arse. I could feel his penis throbbing inside me. The discomfort of my torn hymen was present but not stopping the wonderful new array of sensations of my core, being filled with such a wonderful hard cock. I remained still for a long moment, then I involuntarily began twitching and the effect was very stimulating.

I stopped caring about any consequences. I simply needed to be fucked comprehensively.

'Fuck me Mr Gordon. Finish me off. Now. . . I just want . . . to be fucked,' I gasped.

He began fucking me and for the next five minutes he rammed his hard cock into me without any gentleness whatever. Then as his climax raided his body and he ejaculated more that a dozen long squirts of his semen into me. He was grunting as if he had been stabbed. I was breathing heavily but nowhere close to an orgasm. I just felt like I could gladly be fucked for as long as he could last.

Then he stopped, completely out of breath. We both fell forward still connected. From a lying position, I arched my back and he gradually slid his cock out of me, then stood up and helped me to my feet. He was looking at my tits and he appeared to like what he saw.

I looked at the penis that had fucked me for the first time in my life. It was eight inches long and very straight, still standing straight up with a few light streaks of blood along the still throbbing shaft. I wondered if it would ever fuck me again.

'I think I need to shower,' I said. Then another thought occurred to me. 'Am I going to have a baby Mr Gordon?'

'Not if the vasectomy I had four years ago is still working,' he said.

The relief I felt at that information was replaced by something like anger as he reached for the door key, under the Inflatable mattress near where my head had been lying. I could have reached it at any time.

Then, remembering my orgasm, I saw another side of the situation. I'm glad I didn't find it.

I think I'm going to try and get Mr Gordon's lovely cock into me again one day. Next time it will be from the front of me, or the back, which I will never forget. I definitely want to relive that moment. If Mr Gordon wants to do it from both directions, he can. I think I still have a lot to learn, and I don't mind if Mr Gordon wants to teach me.