Chapter 29

“We had huge, huge arguments about it. Screaming in each other’s faces while in the missionary position and legitimately still slamming our hips together at the same time.”

Nancy was still riding upon your lap. The shifting weight of her bounces making the cheap, plastic chair creak beneath you. You couldn’t possibly imagine being in such a darkly volatile relationship as the one she was describing. Being the kind of person who could build up and then vent out all their frustrations with the one you loved, while still endlessly slamming your body against theirs. You could feel the memory of that life through the current connection of flesh you were sharing with this woman, though. See the pornographic, sitcom shapes of someone who had introduced herself to you with a bat, colliding constantly with the man who had promoted both you and your step-sister to your knees.

“Somehow the angry sex just felt even better! But... I started ‘forgetting’ to take my pill. Or ‘losing’ the condoms after driving him mad with horniness all day. Until one day, he woke up to find me already riding him like a bareback… just like this.”

Now you were the perfect prop. The therapy filler to her reminiscing over mistakes that had felt so good, and cost so much. There was no way you could keep up with that legacy. You were a timid, little cocksucker still wearing a bra… not the soulmate in sin who had made her. You felt the inner muscles of this backstreet princess squeeze tight around your pathetic manhood… and could not help but cry out as it was milked for all its worth. Spurt after spurt of semen shooting out into the centre of her, the third time you’d cum that day… and second that she had let you spill in one end of her, or another. Nancy ground out the experience of stealing your virginal ejaculation, still continuing her story as she took one of her own tits in hand, and squeezed it tightly.

“He had no chance to pull out before cumming buckets, straight up into my currently-ovulating cooch. Filling me up with everything I’d wanted. I guess I figured, once it had just happened… he’d come to terms with it.”

She deflated a little then, knowing the tale had reached its peak… and you were past your limit. The twenty-something did not release you yet, though. Continuing to push and pull the emptied length of you trapped within her cooch. Enjoying the friction for her own sake… with little care that you were so drained and tender.

“He kicked me out then and there... Wearing nothing but one of his old hockey shirts and with his spunk still dribbling out of my snatch. I stayed with Dave for a bit, but he still lives above his mom… and was scared to **** she’d find out he was keeping a half-crazy, 19-year old nymphomaniac in his 1-room flat. I kept having to hide naked behind the door, half-covered in sweat and jizz. Everytime she randomly popped up to bring him a sandwich or something… which she did like every other fucking hour!”

Nancy reached up to wipe a sweated lock of hair away from her eyes, laughing at the absurdity of these situations she had lived through.

“So then I moved in with Rod and his wife… only it turned out she is way into the kinky BDSM stuff. I got tied up and gagged and whipped and shit every night. Even started getting major muscle cramps from falling asleep still with my ankles behind my ears and with god knows what shoved up my everything. Like… Jill was actually really sweet to me during the day, and I still go back for some fun every now and then but… jeez. I just couldn’t go on like that.”

She looked down at you, white faced and still buried between her breasts. You were drowning in pity and sympathy for how lost she must have felt, back then. Tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. But… she was not someone who wanted or needed your sympathy. She had taken what she wanted from you, and now was just back to her same, strong-minded self.

“So I found my own place… and got a job at a bar. No baby turned up, despite all my efforts… so I just got on with life. And slowly my step-dad just became one of my ex’s, same as everybody’s got. We avoided each other most of the time, unless he needed to borrow some cash… Until suddenly you showed up... and I decided I hadn’t taken any of the other boy’s money, for a while.”

Nancy swung one of her long legs up and off of you, then helped you back up yourself. She took you gently by the hand and led you back through the darkened shop. Back in the apartment, you found all three of the others… collapsed haphazardly on, or in, the slumbering shape of your step-sister. So instead, you found yourself on the couch, under a moth-eaten blanket. Wrapped in the arms of a woman who you were more scared of, and impressed by, than anyone else you had ever met.