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David
God.What the fuck is happening tome?
I can't believe what just went down the other day. Was it Christina? Was it me? Was I just acting out and getting off on doing something completely fucked up and forbidden? Sleeping with my fucking stepmother?
Let's face it. Dad was never a good father. He was probably one of the most selfish and self-serving people I've ever really met. Boarding school for much of my fucking life and when I was home in the summer it was really me raising myself in a mansion while he indulged himself in his passions. That is until a few summers ago when Christina came into our lives.
From the very beginning he viewed her as just arm candy that would make it more acceptable for him to go places. He used her and expected her to usehim.
But someone as fucking beautiful and gorgeous as Christina wasn't looking to use anyone. Poor fucking girl was looking forlove.
Well, she certainly didn't find it withhim.
And every day that I watched her, in those skimpy fucking dresses that hugged that heart shaped ass, I would feel my cock get hard and my blood pressure surge. I don't know how many fucking gallons of cum I've shot out as I jerked off to thoughts of fuckingher.
Of putting her on all fours and just banging the shit out ofher.
Of tying her up and making herbeg.
Well...all that just happened yesterday.
And then sheleft.
"I need to go to Las Vegas," she said to me. I remember it clearly. Of course I played it off. Played it cool. Pretended I didn't fuckingcare.
But inside, I wasdead.
I knew why she had to go to Vegas. She's starting her career. Trying to be free from the shadow of my father. She's got some convention.
She said what she does. Something in hospitality. I don't remember exactly what come to think of it. I'm sure though if I didn't have to contend with thinking about those fantastic fucking tits of hers and how they felt in my hands as I sucked on them, I'd remember. If I didn't have to think how fucking insanely amazing it was squeezing those ass cheeks every other thought wouldn't get drownedout.
But no. All I can think about is Christina.
"Hey David," I hear my name called out loud and I see Tracy. She's been coming by the fraternity for a while now. Total fucking slut. The way I treated Christina yesterday is what Tracy is in person. But the difference between the two women is that Christina only acts like that forme.
Ihope.
Tracy has fucked almost all the guys in the house. I've always wanted to hit that but I've stopped myself.
Why?
I mean, I've fucked plenty of women in the three years I've been at Stanford. Why stop with Tracy?
You're not going to believe this, but I've always had more important shit todo.
She's wanted to also. She's been trying for so fucking long. But I've always beenbusy.
Except I guess...today.
Because today I'm just sitting on my couch in my room with my door open as I contemplate the marvelous depravity that occurred with my stepmother yesterday.
What would happen if I told Tracy about it? Would she blanch and runaway?
Probably not. She would still want a piece of my body. My fucking man meat. My chiseled abs. My amazing pecs. My entire body is built for fucking. I think I demonstrated that to you the other day with Christina.
"You seem to be a bit lonely," Tracy says, walking into my room and closing my door. She's got a wicked gleam in her eyes and her short shorts leave very little to my fucking imagination. I look up at her red tank top — one size too small that makes her tits pop out and I think how any other time I'd be fucking all over that bynow.
