Porn Star's Daughter Ch. 14

Wait, how long had she been planning this?

Almost twenty years.

My breath caught in my throat. Tracy is dangerous, my mother had said. Now I understood that she had been understating things. She had plotted and schemed to figure out a way to get me and Simone out of her way so that she could have my father all to herself. Again.

Simone had proven herself to be a willing accomplice, a 'useful idiot.' Her sadistic nature and desperate Elektra complex would be easy to manipulate. Tracy must have fed her lies and half-truths about how my father doted on me and must have had convinced her that I was the reason why she had been "ignored" for her entire life.

That made sense. A hatred like Simone's needed to be fueled constantly, and Tracy would have been the perfect person to do that. Hell, she had even admitted as much.

I banged my hand against the shower wall. It wasn't fair. None of it was my fault!

There didn't seem to be a way out of this mess. She had pushed me out of the picture, and I had no doubt that she would use Simone as a sex toy for a little while and then discard her as well. That wasn't my problem, though.

My real problem was that she would have her claws in my father and there wouldn't be any way to get rid of her. He would never know what she had done, because she knew that I could never tell. As long as Simone managed to spend time with my father - even with Tracy as a chaperone - she would never tell either.

Worse, Tracy would never leave me alone with my father from now on. I didn't think that I could spend any more time with her, though. That would leave my father always left wondering why I didn't want to see him. Again, she would get what she wanted, he would be left in the dark, and I would be even more estranged from him.

That wouldn't be fair to him, either. I thought about what Tracy had told me, about how he had tried to do the right thing when I was a baby. I got the feeling that there was a lot that she had left out, things that probably would change the bigger picture if I knew about them.

Tracy is dangerous. When my mother had said that, I couldn't have imagined just how she meant it. I never would have dreamed that this is what Tracy was capable of doing.

One thing became crystal clear. I couldn't let my father spend the rest of his life with Tracy. I needed to stop it. Worse, since I couldn't risk letting anyone know what I'd done, I was the only one who could actually do it. There just wasn't anyone who could help me.

But how?

I heard the buzzing of my phone on the bathroom counter, and realized I had been in the shower for a lot longer than I intended. Hurrying, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel. Wrapping it around myself, I grabbed the phone and saw Andrew's text.

I'm here.

I thought about texting him back, but figured that it would just be easier and faster to let him in. I rushed to the door and opened it, and Andrew's eyebrow raised as he saw me soaking wet with a towel wrapped around my body.

"Come in," I said, and turned to walk back to my room. Andrew followed me.

When we got there he looked around, and I suddenly realized that to someone who lived in a museum, my room must have looked like a bomb hit it.

I didn't know why I brought him into my room - naked except for only a towel - but it was the room in the house where I felt the most comfortable. It struck me that being dressed in nothing but a towel must have really looked odd, given that I had blown him at his house and fucked him already at school.

Sighing, I just couldn't be bothered to care about the rapid escalation of our relationship in light of everything that had happened. I shrugged, and then threw my arms around him and kissed him.

He kissed me back, tentatively. Any concern I had that he thought I was just looking for a third go immediately became irrelevant as he felt hesitant and unresponsive. He knew everything.

"Oh Andrew, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed when our lips parted. "I never should have doubted you."

"You mean you believe me?" he asked, barely daring to believe what I was saying.

I nodded. "Yes," I said. "I should have known it would be Simone being Simone all along."

He looked confused and uncertain. To him, what I said probably made no sense. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean," he said, hesitantly. "But I'm glad that you believe me. I was afraid that you would always wonder if I would do that to you, and I wouldn't."

I shook my head. "No, Andrew, you have nothing to worry about," I said as forcefully as I could. "I believe you."

He smiled, and let out a slow breath. "I'm glad."

God, I wanted to kiss him again. First, though, I needed to let him know about the fight. "Andrew," I said. "About the fight. Simone knew you and I had sex."

He nodded. "The condom," he said.

"Oh," I said. "You know."

He smiled grimly. "Of course," he said. "There were lots of people who saw us kissing in front of the classroom, and as much as they're complete idiots it didn't take much for them to put two and two together. That's what I need to talk to you about."

"What happened?" I asked, a spike of fear causing the hairs on my neck to rise.

He sighed, and I led him to the bed to sit down, adjusting the towel to cover my flat chest and then feeling stupid for being so modest in front of him.

"I got called into the Dean's office," he said. "And they tried to give me the third degree."

"What did you tell them?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Nothing," he said, and a goofy grin crossed his face. "I basically said that I had no idea what was going on between you and Simone, but that I knew that she had been trying to get you into trouble for weeks."

I exhaled slowly. "Did they ask you anything about the condom?" I asked.

He smiled sardonically. "What condom?" he asked rhetorically.

A grin broke out on my face, and I laughed. "What did they say?"

He shrugged. "What could they say? Unless they were going to try to get a DNA test, which I seriously doubt, there was no way they could really connect it to me."

He frowned, then. "Plus, I couldn't risk them talking to my parents," he said soberly. "I'm sorry, Shannon, but I had to say that there was nothing going on between you and me. I might have said that you were coming on to me and I was just trying to be nice."

I smiled, and touched his face. "It's okay, Andrew," I said trying to comfort him. He obviously felt bad for needing to do that. "In fact, I was going to suggest that you do exactly the same thing."

He leaned into my hand, and then his eyes widened as they glanced at my chest. I looked down, and saw that the towel had fallen away from my chest and my nipples were on full display.

My first instinct was to cover up again, but I stopped myself. I looked down at my nipples, and an evil smile crept over my face. I looked at him, and I could see him lick his lips as he stared at them.

"Andrew?" I asked, quietly. "Do you see something that you like?"

He swallowed, and nodded. He looked back into my eyes, searching for approval. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and then pushed my chest out to him.

In an instant, a nipple was trapped between his lips, and instantly I was firing on all cylinders. "Oh yes," I purred as he attacked my chest.

In one fell swoop, Andrew was making me feel much better. My nipples seemed to tell me that all I really needed was to give them the attention they truly deserved. Andrew wasn't making all my problems go away, but I was more than happy for his distraction.

My towel fell down to my waist, and his hands reached for me. Once again I found myself at the mercy of his touch and loving it. In the past few days, a monster had awakened in me, one that I never new existed. It was ravenous and insatiable, and could easily overwhelm all other emotional states.

Well, almost. I thought about Tracy and what she said about fucking my boy-toy, and tried to push the thoughts away and out of my head. I just couldn't seem to do it totally and completely, though.

Her words rattled around in my head. I thought about the life that she was proposing. Or was it condemning me to? No, dictating. Could I simply be satisfied with fucking Andrew - or any other man - as a substitute for having a father?

Jesus Christ. Talk about "Daddy issues."

Andrew leaned me back on the bed, and I cradled his head as he kissed my chest and torso, electrifying my nerve endings and bringing me back to the present. I found my legs naturally spreading for him, almost as if they were on autopilot. The towel still draped across my waist, but I could feel his hands come up my thigh from underneath as it headed toward my pussy.

Foreplay? What foreplay?

"Oh, Andrew," I moaned. He started to scoot down the bed, kissing my stomach along the way. He pulled the towel away, and once again my naked pussy was open to his whim. I knew what he was about to do, and felt no desire to stop him.

He was taking his time, touching me all over and tracing his lips across the most sensitive parts of my body. He grew closer and closer, driving me insane with impatience.

This was unreal. It had only been a little more than twelve hours - only half a day - since Andrew and I first had sex in his bedroom. It had only been a single day before that that I had had sex with Tracy. It was only six or so hours since I had felt him shoot into the condom inside my pussy.

Jeez, say that four times fast.

Four times. Team SUAFM chimed in. Prepare for number five!

Everything seemed like it was moving so fast, and yet I couldn't get over the feeling that I needed things to move faster. I felt rushed, a feeling of being in a hurry that I couldn't explain or understand. I felt like I needed to make up for lost time, but that wasn't really true. I wasn't actually in a race. Why did it have to happen now? Always... now?

Take the chance when you get them, Team Shutupandfuckme encouraged me.

I expected Team Morality to give me a counter-argument, to chastise me for not being patient and thinking things through. After all, that was how Tracy had trapped me in the first place. She had played on my impatience as much as my libido. How much of my situation could have been avoided if I had just taken my time and thought about what was happening more?

Team Morality remained silent, though. The absence of my own Jiminy Cricket seemed to convince me that I needed this, I deserved it.

Andrew was kissing the space between my belly button and my pussy, sending a quiver of excitement across my diaphragm. In half a day he had gone from hesitant and clumsy to actively learning how to touch me the way I liked. It had taken no time at all.

Time, I thought. We have as much time was we need.

I fought my desire for rushing with the knowledge that I could spend as long as I needed letting him bathe my pussy with his tongue. If he could go for an hour, why not let him? What if I wanted to explore his body? I could do that too. It was only because I was impatient, wanted to experience everything all at once.

You'll get better.

His tongue dipped into the crevice between my thigh and pussy lips, not quite touching the labia. I tried to rotate my hips to get him to taste me, but he held my hip down so that he could be in control.

"Oh god, Andrew," I moaned. "You can do this any time you want."

"Do you mean that?" he asked, and then returned to teasing the flesh around the most sensitive parts of my body.

I sighed in contentment. We weren't in a rush, I didn't need to race to the finish line. I just needed to be patient. Then I would get what I wanted.

Don't be so immature, Team Morality scolded. Wait, that was Team Morality? Did my conscience just switch sides?

That thought echoed in my head for a while, and as good as Andrew was my mind returned to my "Tracy problem." Somehow, she had pegged me for the kind of girl I was - impulsive, impetuous, and emotional. In the few short hours that I had spoken with her and hung out at my father's house, she had somehow read me as someone who just needed a little push.

It killed me that she could read me like a book within only a couple of hours after meeting me. How could I have been so easy to decipher? I'm sure that when Simone reported back to her about what had happened with the video and dildo, she must have done some guessing. But how did she figure me out so quickly?

The most insulting part of it all was that I was so predictable. I felt like I had not just walked into her trap, I had made a beeline for it. All because of the fact that I couldn't wait to get laid, couldn't be patient. If I had only been patient, just like Andrew was doing right now, I could have probably beat Tracy at her own game.

She needed to be beaten, and not just in a "she lost this round" kind of way. She needed to be utterly defeated so that she could never get up again. She needed to be taken out, no matter how long it took.

My eyes fluttered and I stared at the ceiling. Had I made up my mind? Was I going to fight Tracy? Was I going to fight for myself, for my father?

A giant eraser swept through my thoughts as Andrew's tongue made contact with my clit. I moaned in ecstasy as he opened me up with his hand like I had taught him, and began to use his tongue and lips in concert to play with me just the way I liked.

He took his time playing with me, enjoying the lack of a deadline as much as I was. I felt his fingers at my entrance, and knew that I was about to be penetrated. I couldn't help it - I clenched in anticipation, even though I wanted him to do it.

For all intents and purposes, we had skipped foreplay and gone straight to third base. We hadn't kissed for any real length of time, and he had spent all of twenty or thirty seconds on my nipples. In reality, we weren't taking our time at all, but it still felt like it was taking too long. He was going too slow.

You have so much to learn, I could hear Tracy in my head.

He lifted his head off of my clit to get a better position, and I felt his thumb at my pussy and his index finger at my ass. Then his lips hovered above my clit. In an agonizingly slow movement, he pressed all three against me at the same time.

I gasped, a giant inhalation of breath, as I felt the onslaught of all three hypersensitive parts of my body. My clit was encircled by his lips and his fingers pushed farther into me. When he couldn't push his mouth any further, he began to suck, adding constant vacuum pressure on my clit as he forged ahead with his fingers in both my holes.

My hands flew to his head, then to the sheets, and then back to his head. "Andrew!" I gasped, and then the rest of my body seemed to take over. My hips began to press up against him, trying to get more of his fingers inside of me.

He obliged, and I felt his knuckles in places that I had never experienced knuckles before. He readjusted his hand so that he could spread the top of my pussy open like I had told him, and he flicked his tongue across my clit in my favorite pendulum movement.

I thrashed on the bed, my entire body possessed by a sexual fiend that Andrew was taming with his incredible talent.

For the love of Christ, when did he have time to learn this since last night?

My orgasm hit me hard, a release of stress and tension and anxiety that I had been holding onto and was only unlocked by Andrew's amazing talent. Everything I had said about experience? Yeah, forget all that. Andrew nailed it.

A strange gurgling sound emerged from my throat as I came, unpronounceable syllables and indescribable sounds trying to express what mere mortal words could not. Once again, he rode me through my climax, keeping me in place and his mouth and hand attached until my convulsions finally subsided. Once again my thighs collapsed around his ears and held his head locked to my cunt.

Breathing hard, I finally relaxed enough to give him a chance to breathe. I looked down across my inflating and deflating diaphragm to see his smiling eyes staring back at me. I touched his face with both hands, lifting him away from my pussy. He came up grinning, immensely proud of his accomplishment.

"Oh, Andrew," I said, breathless. "You are incredible."

He could only grin at me.

His fingers were still inside me, and he wiggled them. A slight aftershock hit me, and I realized that I wanted more.

"Andrew," I said, realizing that I had been saying his name a lot. "I want to feel you come inside me."

He looked around. "Where are the condoms?" he asked excitedly.

I shook my head. "No condom this time," I said.

He frowned. "I thought you said you weren't on the pill."

I grinned slyly. "I never said anything about you coming in my pussy," I said. I suddenly remembered something he said earlier in the morning when we were entering the school through the wrong door. "Sometimes the best entrance is an exit."

Team Shutupandfuckme whooped. A trifecta! Yes!

His eyes widened, and he couldn't stop a smile. "Are you serious?" he asked.

I nodded. "Please, though, go slow," I said. "I've never done it before."

He frowned. "Shannon," he said, suddenly worried. "We don't have to do this if you don't really want to."

I sat up more and kissed him. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't want it," I said. "And I really, really want to feel you come inside me."

It was true, and not just because of Andrew. A plan was formulating in my head, and for it to work I needed to test my limits. It was still vague and nebulous, but I needed to know what kind of options I had, and ironically if I was going to be able to succeed I was going to have to start this very moment.

I rolled over to my nightstand, where I had stored the lubricant that I had planned on using for the dildo. When I rolled back to face him, he was already standing up and pulling down his jeans. His rock hard cock sprang up into view, and bobbed like a buoy in water.

Ha! Team SUAFM laughed. A boy's buoy!

Terrible puns aside, I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight of his cock. I reached for him, and was about to lather it in lube when he called my name. I looked up at him.

"Um," he said, unsure of how to choose his words. "Would you mind, um, putting it in your mouth for a little bit?"

I couldn't help but smile. This whole sex-with-a-real-guy thing was still new to me, despite everything I had already done. I had forgotten just how much guys liked getting sucked off, and in my eagerness to try something new I had glossed over giving him a little foreplay.

Selfish lover, I heard Tracy in the back of my head. I pushed her away, and engulfed his cock in my mouth.

Andrew wasn't tiny, and he wasn't small. He was average. He still filled my mouth and he still reached down into my throat. It was just that because he couldn't possibly compare to the dildo, he didn't seem to pose a challenge for me.

Even so, he was a lot of fun to deep-throat. He fit nicely, he jumped in my mouth, and he made all the right noises. I felt like I could be playful with his dick, and it seemed to enjoy what I was doing. If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to try something different, I could have sucked him all day long. Come to think of it, I don't think he would have minded that at all.

Neither would you, Team SUAFM chimed in.

I handed him the lube and turned around so that my ass was facing him. I looked over my shoulder to see him gawking at it.