Your Final Rebellion

Fuck him. You’ve put up with enough of your stepdad’s shit this weekend. Why can’t he just leave you alone for one fucking night so you can pull yourself together and get past this insane idea of wanting to… wanting him to…

He bangs on your door hard enough to make it rattle on its hinges. “COLA! If you’re in there you better open the door!”

The banging, the yelling, the ordering you around, make you set your jaw in stubborn rebellion, but also make your body tingle with an unfamiliar warmth. In spite of yourself, you get up off your bed and go to your door. It’s not like I’m gonna get any thinking done with him hollering like that anyway. Might as well see what this motherfucker wants. You open the door and try to steady your breathing, which suddenly becomes shaky when you see his glaring eyes and red face. Hoping it doesn’t show up in your voice, you defiantly ask “Who were you talking to?”

His eyes go wide and his nostrils flare. “None of your…” He stops himself, looks away, and takes a deep breath. “Your mother. She’s out with her friends, who knows where, totally soused of course…” his voice trails off and he looks at the floor.

Yeah, big surprise. “So what do you want?”

His eyes snap back up to yours and he leans in through the doorframe, making you take a step back. “This is all your fucking fault, Cola.”

The fuck did he say to me? The camping trip is already starting to feel like a bad dream, and him bringing up your mom has you in an absolutely foul mood. Even after everything that’s happened you are not gonna put up with his shit right now, not in your own fucking room. “Excuse me?”

He steps forward, through the door, and in spite of yourself you step back again. He points a finger at you. “If you didn’t make such a fucking mess of yourself with my friends, I’d still be at the lake right now instead of home dealing with your mother’s horseshit like I always have to.”

OK, no, no fucking way, fuck this. You dragged me along, you threw me in the backseat next to Gary, YOU got me all… made me… “Make a mess of myself? The fuck?” You’re so fucking angry, but your eyes widen when you hear how much your voice is trembling. “You were the one who—”

“And what are you trying to pull anyway?” He steps forward again, but you refuse to back up any further, so now he’s right in your face. “This draping yourself over me naked shit. This good morning blowjob shit. What’s your angle, huh?”

Why is it so hard to breathe all of a sudden? “I… what… hey…”

He narrows his eyes. “What do you want out of me?”

I want you to call me a good girl. You clench your teeth together to keep those words inside. Part of you is **** to say them, **** to hear him call you that, but you refuse to admit it out loud. No… no… that can’t be true… that can’t be me… right? You jut your chin out at him and try to ignore how weak and pathetic your voice sounds. “Why the fuck would I want anything from you, pervert?”

His eyes flash and his whole body tenses, but you can’t help noticing a smile curling the corner of his lips. His voice is low, with a firmness that makes your knees shake. “All that, and you’re still gonna disrespect me in my own house.” He’s too close to escape, even if you wanted to. He has a hand in your hair, another on your shoulder, and in a flash he’s turned you around and bent you over your own bed. “All this because you couldn’t keep your goddamn panties on.”

You yelp in surprise as he yanks your pants and panties down, baring your ass, then pulls them off entirely. Pushing through your shock, resisting the urge to bend over more for him, you look at him over your shoulder. “Pretty sure you were the one who took my panties off, pervert.”

“Shut up.” His words are a growl, and without warning he takes one hand to shove your face into your bed and uses his other to smack your bare ass.

He spanks you again, and again, and again. You can feel each strike reverberate through your body, and the overpowering sensation starts to work its way inside. Everything that had happened this weekend, your confused thoughts while touching yourself, the deep bitterness when he brought up your mom, it had all made your heart into a confused storm of emotions. Now, every impact of his hand on your unprotected skin sends a shockwave through that storm, smoothing that chaotic sea of feelings until all that’s left is the bewildering and exhilarating experience of being punished by your stepdad. On the outside, you’re releasing a steady stream of muffled grunts, squeals, and curses into your blanket, but inside there’s only yes yes yes fuck yes please yes harder please harder spank me harder fuck yes.

He’s not letting up, his hand on your head twisting in your hair, his hand raining blows on your rear, being sure to cover every inch of your exposed flesh. When he gets to where your ass meets your thigh the sharp smacking sound suddenly changes in quality, almost like a splash. Your stepdad finally stops spanking you, only to run his hand up in between your legs, chuckling to himself. “Just like I thought, leaking like a busted faucet. Who’s the pervert now, Cola?”

It’s me I’m the pervert I fucking love it when you spank me. You manage to lift your head off the bed enough to reply in a trembling whisper. “Y-you really think I like this? You’re p-pathetic.”

“Pathetic, huh?” He slides two fingers all the way inside your soaked pussy and you clench around him like you’re starving. “You sure I’m the pathetic one, Cola?”

His fingers start moving in you, and your body immediately responds. The whiplash of going from searing pain to piercing pleasure obliterates your ability to think. He clearly remembers your weak spots from last time, and before you can even draw a breath he has you on the brink of ecstasy. “ANH! D-david, wait, waaAAAIIIIT NO! AH! AH! AH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK I’M COMING FFFWAAAANNNGHHHH!”

Your body bucks like a wild colt, his iron grip in your hair the only thing keeping you in place. Juices squirt over his hand once again, and when you stop moaning you can hear his low chuckle, making your cheeks glow with humiliation. How the fuck can he do that to me so easily, it’s like I’m putty in his hands. A slow soft sigh escapes your lips. It feels so good to be helpless.

David waits a moment for your pussy to stop desperately squeezing around his fingers, and then he pulls them out of you with a wet sucking sound. His hand in your hair pulls back sharply, making you gasp with pain, and then he’s smearing your juices all over your face before quieting your soft whines by shoving his two fingers into your mouth. In spite of yourself you start to suck and lick your juices off them, moaning around his fingers as he pulls your hair more, forcing you to look up at him.

“Now who’s pathetic, Cola?” That smirk, that twinkle in his eyes, the feeling of his fingers forcing your throat open, it’s all enough to make you melt.

You mumble around the invading digits as your eyes plead with him for more. “M-me.” What the fuck RC what are you doing you can’t give in to him this easily.

You don’t want to give in.

Right?

That smirk becomes a smile, and he pulls his fingers from your mouth before using them to grasp your cheeks, forcing you to keep your eyes on his face. “That’s more like it.” He roughly flips you around so you’re leaning back against your bed with your chest thrust out. “Now I want a better look at these.” He pulls your shirt and bra up and over your head, making a small quiet part of you wonder why you’re not protesting, not resisting as your stepdad bares you completely. His eyes go wide. “Holy shit, what did they do to you?”

You look down, seeing what he’s seeing, the bruises all over your chest, your breasts a tapestry of pain, a reminder of how far you nearly fell last night. Looking back up at your stepdad, all you can do is make a soft whimper. I’ve never had anyone do anything like this to me before, why did I like it so much?

There’s just a glimmer of concern underneath the lust in his eyes. “That must’ve hurt like hell, huh?”

You nod.

The concern fades away. “You like getting hurt, don’t you Cola?”

There’s no hesitation, just another whimper as you nod again. I do, don’t I? Why? Why does…

You don’t have time to finish your thought before he reaches down and squeezes your tender breasts. He’s firm, not rough like Brian, but you’re so sore that the pain still makes you whine and moan, bringing a smile to your stepdad’s face. “That hurt?”

Yes it hurts please don’t stop. “NNNHhhhh… yeah…”

He continues for a minute, fondling your bruised tits, rubbing at your raw nipples, and then a sparkle enters his eyes. “OK, I need to try this.” He releases your breasts, then quickly pulls off his pants and boxers, making his stiff cock spring up right in your face. He crouches down just a bit, presses his length against your chest, then squeezes your soft orbs around it. “Ohhhh yeah, that’s nice.”

“Ahhh… ANH! H-hey… nnnhhhhh…” He’s squeezing you harder now, pressing your pliant flesh tightly around his hardness, slowly stroking in and out. It hurts, but more than that is the sight of your bruised tits being fucked by your stepdad’s cock, and when you look up at him you see his eyes closed in bliss. He doesn’t even care, he’s just using my body, using me, hurting me and humiliating me just to get off. That thought somehow tips the pain over the edge into that bewildering pleasure you felt last night, and suddenly your mouth is open and you’re panting, unable to take your eyes off the sight of his cockhead poking out from your cleavage. “Anh… anh… anh… aaahhhhh…”

David looks down at you, seeing your open mouth, and on his next upstroke he keeps pushing forward, sliding his cock between your lips. And he doesn’t stop there. He reaches the back of your throat, and keeps pushing. You look up at him, eyes wide, coughing and gagging, hands pushing uselessly against his legs, and he’s just smiling down at you. He’s just doing whatever he wants to me.

Why don’t I stop him?

Do I… do I want him to use me?

His hands are in your hair again, holding you steady as he fills your throat with his hard dick, pushing all the way in until his balls are resting on your chin. Tears blur your vision, this hurts you can’t breathe you’ve never taken a dick like this but oh that gleam in his eyes, he’s loving this. He’s loving that it hurts you, he’s loving that you can’t breathe, he’s loving the tears and terror in your eyes. Part of you hates him for that, but more and more you just feel an overwhelming need to let him take whatever he wants from you.

After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out enough to let you take a few gasping breaths, then plugs your windpipe again. He repeats that a few times, chuckling to himself every time you hack and gasp and spit. That little part of you that hates him begins to fade away, becoming smaller and smaller every second his cock robs you of breath, and you feel a warm fuzziness take over your body. He controls me, he controls how I feel, how I breathe, how I think. Why do I want this why do I crave this so much?

Your stepdad lets out a long, satisfied groan as he starts to fuck your throat in earnest. He’s still only letting you breathe just enough to keep from passing out, but now he’s clearly focusing on taking his pleasure from you. “Never knew you had this in you, Cola. FUCK ahh I wish I’d known this sooner, would’ve saved me heaps of trouble.” A few more rough thrusts. “You like it when your stepdad fucks your face, don’t you?”

He pulls his cock all the way out of your mouth, smacking your cheek with it, clearly waiting for an answer. You pull in a few lungfuls of sweet, delicious air, and as soon as you can speak you let out a pathetic. “Y-yeah.”

David smiles, pushing his cock all the way back in and holding it there, watching and smiling as you cough, as your face turns red, as your eyes start to roll back. He pulls out again, laughing at you as you gag and gasp. “You want more of my cum, pervert?”

You can’t even muster the energy to get mad at him for throwing that word back at you. “Yes.”

He smacks your cheek with his hard cock again, smearing your spit over your face. “Beg for it. Beg to get me off. Beg to swallow my cum.”

Are you really going to beg this motherfucker, RC? “P-please. Please let me get you off. Plea-URKH!”

He viciously fucks into your throat without warning, giving you a dozen or so thrusts before pulling out again. “Try again, Cola. And mean it this time.”

Seriously, RC? “Please! Please, David! Please, I want to swallow your cum, I want to get you off please. Please I’ll be good.” That’s what you want isn’t it? You just want him to call you a…

He smiles down at you, setting off a bloom of warmth in your chest. “That’s more like it. Now come here, I’ve done enough of the work.” With that, he lays down on your bed and spreads his legs, motioning for you to get between them. “What are you waiting for?”

Trying to catch your breath, you climb up onto your bed and crawl between your stepdad’s legs, grasping his cock and running your tongue over it. I just need to get him off, I just want him to finish so he’ll leave me alone, that’s all. You suck on his cockhead, teasing his slit with your tongue, moaning as you hear him grunt in response. This is just to… just to get him off my case… I don’t need him to… I don’t want… Pushing down, you manage to get him into your throat yourself, moaning around his length, loving the way he fills and stretches you. Please, I can be a good girl.

You slobber over your stepdad’s cock like it’s your last meal. It’s the most intense blowjob you’ve ever given, and you can tell it’s having an effect on him, just like it’s having an effect on you. It feels so good to be serving him like this, naked, between his legs, his warmth his solid presence his intense masculine scent surrounding you. It feels right, it feels safe, it feels like where you belong.

Moving down to his balls, you start to suck and lick them, stroking his slick cock with one hand, looking up into his smiling face. Am I being good? He strokes your hair, making you moan into his nutsack. Am I… do you think I’m… why do I want him to call me…

“Are you gonna listen to me from now on?” Your stepdad’s voice is warm, firm, holding your attention in its undeniable grip.

You let his nut fall from your mouth to answer. “Yes, I’ll listen.”

“You gonna respect your stepfather?”

You stroke faster, bathing his balls with your tongue, and you mumble through it “yes yes I’ll respect you.”

He groans and squeezes his eyes shut. “Mmmnn, and you’re gonna do as you’re told, you’re gonna take care of my needs just like this, be my obedient little cocksucker, aren’t you?”

Really? He wants me to be his little cocksucker? And I’m gonna go along with it? You lick up his length, pausing at the top to answer. “Yes, I’ll do whatever you tell me, anything you want.” And then you’re slurping and bobbing on his cock again, stroking him with one hand, caressing his balls with the other, looking right up into his satisfied smile into his twinkling eyes and you feel it, you can feel the pulse of his cum a moment before his whole body tenses and he lets out a long, deep groan and then he’s filling your mouth. Oh fuck it’s so good, you’ve never had anything so good in your mouth. Sucking, swallowing, drinking it all down, eager to get every last drop until he’s completely satisfied.

When he’s finished, you pull your mouth off him with a wet pop, and then slouch down, letting his cock drape over your face, gazing dreamily up into his eyes. That… that can’t… I didn’t mean all that, did I? I’m not really gonna be his good obedient little cocksucker, am I?

He smiles and strokes your hair again. “Good girl.”

A wave of bliss flows through you, and that little voice of doubt vanishes. Yes, I am.

I am his good obedient little cocksucker.

I am his good girl.