Saved from yourself

Your tongue traces the hard, hot length laying on your face. Your pussy aches to be filled, stretched, fucked. You want it so bad, and more than the dizzying lust is this new feeling, this new desire. Giving in. Surrendering. Letting these men take you and use you and own you. It’s something you’ve never imagined in your life, but now that it’s happening to you there’s nothing else in the world you want more.

But there’s still a voice of resistance, deep inside. Not them. Not these two. These disgusting assholes, these creeps, it can’t be them. I can’t let them be the ones to do this to me, I don’t fucking care how much I want it, want their cocks, want to feel them take me and “NO!” Before your mind can be sucked back into the haze of lust, that voice of resistance cries out, and the words it chooses shock you. “DAVID HELP!”

There’s a pause. What had felt like an inevitable slide into your utter defilement suddenly stops. Gary isn’t rubbing his half-hard dick against your pussy anymore, Brian pulls back a bit, removing the weight of his length from your face. It’s like they’re shocked by your refusal, unsure what to do next. And then you hear footsteps coming toward you, and a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in is released.

“Cola, what… what the hell is going on?” You hear what sounds like a bundle of wood drop to the ground, and the footsteps become faster and heavier.

Gary and Brian are up, off of you, hastily stuffing themselves back into their pants. Brian speaks first. “Yo, David, buddy, we can explain…”

You don’t wait for him to explain, or for David to respond. As soon as the men move away, you scramble to your feet and run. You’re not thinking, acting on instinct, and for some reason your instinct sends you hurtling into your stepdad. Throwing your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder, you start sobbing in pure relief, not caring that you’re practically naked. You’re just so grateful to be away from his friends, to have avoided the fate you almost willingly gave yourself to.

The men are stunned into silence, and David awkwardly puts one arm around your shoulders, the one part of your body still clothed. He’s breathing heavily, but you can’t tell if it’s anger, exertion, or something else. “RC, get your clothes and go get in my tent. I gotta talk to these guys.”

Brian and Gary give you a wide berth as you hastily pick up your discarded pants and panties and stumble-run the short distance back to the campsite. You hear a heated discussion behind you, but can’t bring yourself to care as you climb into David’s tent and pull your panties on. There are no thoughts in your head, just a sudden wave of exhaustion as you collapse onto the bedroll.

You don’t remember falling asleep. You don’t remember dreaming.

A pain in your stomach wakes you, and you groan with hunger. You quickly stifle it as you become aware of where you are, and who’s with you. You’re curled up on your side, facing your stepdad, who’s curled up on his side facing you, snoring softly. At some point last night he must have come into the tent, and he’d unzipped his sleeping bag and covered both of you with it like a blanket.

Thoughts race through your mind, but your senses are what grab your attention. It’s quiet except for your own breaths and his snores. There’s dim light coming in from outside, the sun is up but it’s still very early. The tent smells like him, a scent that’s become increasingly familiar. It’s cold, even with the sleeping bag covering you, and you can feel the heat from his body, almost like it’s pulling you closer. Without thinking, you allow his heat to draw you in, and your body wriggles closer to him, and your leg brushes against something hard.

Now your thoughts are focused on one thing, and you can’t ignore them anymore. There’s a glowing ember of anger, you’re angry at him for forcing himself on you, dragging you along on this stupid trip, subjecting you to his disgusting friends. If it weren’t for David, you’d be safe and comfortable in your own bed right now. But also, if it weren’t for him, his friends would have done something to you that makes you shudder to even imagine. You were ready to give yourself up completely, until David rescued you.

Now that glowing ember is stoking a different kind of heat. Yes, he **** himself on you, but you let him. You opened your mouth for his cock that day, down on the dirty garage floor. And thinking about being below him, his boot on your face and his fingers plundering your pussy… Fuck. Fucking god dammit that felt good. Why? Why did it feel so right to be so low, to be… to be… dominated by him like that? You squirm and groan. You can’t help it. And when he was… when he was fucking my face… I could have stopped him any time. But I didn’t. I let him use my mouth and I swallowed his cum and then he called me a… called me a…

Good girl.

Like a spark on a bed of dry needles, those two words instantly light a flame inside you, consuming you. Your breaths are heavy, pulling in more and more of his scent. His solid warmth beside you pulls you in, but you want more than just to touch him, be close to him. I… want him to say that again. I want him to call me a good girl again. Why? Why do I want this motherfucker to… to… Your body is moving on its own, you scooch down under the sleeping bag and curl up in the confined space to bring your face level with his crotch. I… I don’t care. I don’t fucking care. It felt good, I want to feel good. Your hands gently pull down the waistband of his shorts, and the musk of his cock makes your head spin. He… he saved me… I… I want to thank him… Your mouth opens and your tongue reaches out, your desires finally taking control. I want to make him feel good.

Gently, softly, your tongue guides his stiff cockhead into your warm wet mouth. The taste makes you swoon, that fire inside growing hotter and hotter, and as you begin to lick slowly around the dick in your mouth you feel David’s body stiffen and you hear a soft grunt. The sleeping bag is pushed down past your head, and you feel him stiffen again, mumble something you can’t make out, and then he relaxes.

You keep going for a few minutes, suckling and licking, and then David puts a hand gently on your head and rolls onto his back, pulling you with him. In the new position you can look up into his eyes, and you let out a soft moan as you see him looking back down at you and smiling. Do you like it? Am I being good? These unfamiliar thoughts are coming so naturally to you now, and you feel less and less of a need to question them. One of your hands grasps the base of his stiff cock to hold it steady as you start bobbing up and down, your other hand starts to gently caress his nutsack. He nods in approval and strokes your hair, and that fire of lust inside becomes a comforting warmth as you moan around him.

David lets out a little grunt and squeezes his eyes shut. You feel his balls shift and then your stepdad’s cum spurts into your mouth, making you moan in gratitude as you drink it down. His hand in your hair pulls, and then he pushes you down, making you gag a bit, but you don’t stop sucking, don’t stop swallowing his load. When he’s finally done ejaculating into your mouth he lets out a long breath and releases your hair.

You suck a moment longer, making sure to pull out the last drops and gently caress his cockhead with your tongue, and then you let him fall from your mouth. Resting your head on his thigh, you look up into your stepdad’s eyes, his taste still strong on your tongue, and you wait. Wait for him to say it. Was I good? Am I a…

He smiles at you and strokes your hair again, and he looks like he’s going to say something. That warmth inside surges, and you hold your breath, waiting for the words. But then… something happens in his face. The twinkle in his eyes fades, and the corners of his mouth turn down, and he asks in a husky whisper “What the fuck are you doing?”

Your heart drops into your stomach and your mind races. What… what the fuck am I doing? Did I just… why did I… You push yourself up, away, but there’s no room in the tent to get away from him. You scramble around looking for your pants, face burning, breaths coming short. “I… I… uh…”

“Hey.” His voice stops you, and you look into his face again. That warmth is still gone, but the hardness from a moment ago is gone, too. “Do you wanna get out of here? Like, go home?”

You don’t trust yourself to speak, so you just nod, and to your relief he nods back.

David builds a fire and starts making breakfast, and seemingly aware of how little you ate yesterday he hands you a granola bar, which you wolf down without leaving a single crumb. Sitting by the fire, you see Brian and Gary come out of their tents, awoken by the commotion, and you stiffen up as they sit around the fire too. Nobody says anything, but they look at you.

Your stepdad looks at you, and you see concern in his eyes, but also something else, and suddenly all you can think about is the taste of his dick, the feeling of his cum sliding down your throat. Looking away, you lock eyes with Gary, and he gives you a little smile and licks his lips, and your pussy begins to throb, almost like it wants to feel his disgusting tongue on it again, wants to feed him more of your juices. You shudder and turn your head, looking at Brian. He’s not smiling, just staring at your chest, and you become acutely aware of how much your breasts are aching. He gave your tits the roughest treatment of your life by far, and you hate him for it, but you also can’t help but miss it a little, miss his strong hands brutalizing your soft flesh, miss the way he tortured your nipples, miss that exquisite feeling of pain becoming pleasure, and you notice a soft whine deep in your throat. What the fuck, RC?

What would they have done to me, if I’d let them? If David hadn’t saved me?

You’re afraid to answer your own question, afraid of what you’d feel imagining it, and you’re saved by your stepdad yet again as he serves up heaping plates of bacon and potatoes. After everyone has eaten enough to take the edge of hunger off, David clears his throat. “Alright, after we eat it’s time to break camp. We’re heading back.”

Gary nearly chokes on a mouthful of potatoes, and Brian looks up with a glare. “What the fuck are you talking about, man? We still got a whole day of fishing to do. You have any idea how much shit I had to deal with getting this weekend off with my ex? I was supposed to have the brats, but I moved heaven and earth to make this weekend work because you—”

“Brian.” David’s voice is calm, but firm, and his friend stops in his tracks. “I’m leaving after breakfast, with my stuff, in my truck. If you want to find your own ride home, be my guest.” Brian glares, at David, then at you, but he doesn’t say anything else.

David looks at Gary. “Any questions?” Gary just shakes his head. “Good.”

You look down at your plate, feeling a peculiar warmth inside. It’s something you haven’t felt in a long time, and you can’t quite place the last time you felt this way, so you do your best to push it down and ignore it. Doesn’t fucking matter. I’m getting out of here.

Thanks to him.

The drive home is long, and awkward, and quiet. Brian and Gary are in the back, fuming, while you’re sitting up in the front with your stepdad. Nobody seems interested in talking, and you’re not about to start, which means you have plenty of time to think. You think about your stepdad spanking you, and fucking your face, and forcing you to come on this stupid trip. You think about him stepping on you and making you squirt and whine and beg for it. You think about him saving you from giving yourself up to his disgusting friends. And you think about how you felt waking up next to him, how comforting his smell and his warmth were, how good it felt to feel his hard hot length in your mouth as he smiled down at you and stroked your hair. You don’t know what you think about all this, but you do know one thing:

You may finally be going home, but nothing is ever going to be the same again.

David doesn’t say anything, even after dropping his friends off, as the two of you go back to your messy house in your crummy town. It’s late afternoon, and you need a snack and a shower and a nap. After taking care of your business, you lie in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, your mind going back over everything that happened again, and again, and again, and before you know it your hands are between your legs and you’re chasing that feeling your stepdad gave you when he was grinding your face into the dirt.

Fuck fuck fffffffuuuuuck I can’t, I can’t do this, I can’t frig myself thinking about this or else it’s all I’m gonna think about. Why? Why can’t I stop thinking about it? Why does it feel so good? Why do I want it so bad? Why do I want him to… why didn’t he call me a…

Your hands freeze as you hear him yelling down the hall, and then a sharp bang like he threw something. Who was he yelling at? Is your mom even home right now? You didn’t see her when you came in. So who was he…

A heavy knock on your door, and you quickly pull your hands away from your wetness. David’s voice, hoarse and angry. “RC?” Another knock, louder. “Cola, you in there?”

You remembered to lock your door this time, but he sounds very insistent, and part of you is afraid of what he’d do if you told him to get lost. And, to your shock, another part of you wants to know what he’ll do if you let him in.