Chapter Seven

 

 

Cherry couldn’t sleep for a second night running.

She flicked through old sexts from Brad, looking for love. None. No love anywhere. Nobody loved her, certainly not Phil. He’d made that pretty clear the night before. Maybe she shouldn’t have expected him to hold deep feelings for her after a few days and just one fuck, but how could he have given up like that?

Mom and Daddy were mad as hell when they spotted Cherry standing arm-in-arm with Phil. “Where have you two been?”

Phil quickly unravelled himself from her, spitting out excuses her parents obviously didn’t buy. They weren’t stupid.

“How could you?” Daddy asked. “Phil, you’ve defiled my daughter.”

“Well,” Mom said. “I don’t know about defiled…”

When he begged her parents’ forgiveness, Cherry smacked him in the chest. “Are you an idiot? You don’t know how to lie?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, like he was talking to everybody. He tried to explain how wretched he’d felt since his marriage ended, how unworthy and unnecessary. “With Cherry, I felt like a man again.”

“Phil!” Daddy barked. “Put a sock in it before I throw a punch. That’s my daughter you’re talking about.”

Cherry had to admit, she felt pretty proud she’d made Phil feel like a man. She knew it was the truth, but it was always different hearing the words.

“I should have known this would happen,” Mom kept saying. “Cherry, how could you? He’s your father’s age. Is this about your dad? Do you have incestuous feelings to deal with? Is that it?”

“Ewww, Mom!”

“Yeah, Sylvie,” Daddy said. “Let’s give it a rest.”

Now Cherry couldn’t get that image out of her head, of lying flat on her back on Flat Rock, with her father rutting between her legs. She clasped her hand to her stomach, trying to keep her dinner down.

That’s when Daddy told Phil, “I think you’d better leave.”

“No!” Cherry wrapped both arms around him. “You can’t do this, Daddy! I love Phil. I love him!”

In the moment, she believed everything she was saying.

Her mother didn’t. “Oh, grow up, Cherry. You’re not a little girl anymore. When are you going to realize your actions have consequences?”

“I want him to stay,” she shouted. “Why doesn’t anyone ever care what I want? Why doesn’t anyone care about me?”

“Keep your voice down,” Daddy and Phil said, both at the same time.

Something snapped inside of Cherry, and she cried against Phil’s hard chest. He didn’t hold her. He didn’t pet her hair. Instead, he stepped away and agreed to leave first thing the next morning.

Cherry didn’t remember falling asleep that night, but by the time she awoke Phil’s convertible was gone. Phil was gone.

Gone.

She’d barely spoken to her parents all day. They’d asked if she wanted to go for a hike or a swim, or play a board game, and every time she’d snapped, “No! I hate you both!”

Now, in the middle of the night, she was tossing and turning in her tiny bed. She wanted to get some relief from the pounding between her thighs, but she didn’t feel like masturbating.

Gah!

Cheery flipped from her back to her front, landing so forcefully the bed knocked against the wall. She lay still, but it happened again.

Wait, that wasn’t the bed against the wall… it was somebody knocking at her door.

Cherry’s chest froze. The last time someone had come to her door in the middle of the night, it had been Phil. But Phil was gone now… so who could it be?

She’d kicked off her pyjama pants earlier, but she still had on her cotton camisole. It was skin tight and short. She pulled it down at the edges, but it barely covered her shaved pussy.

Creeping toward the door, she asked, “Who’s there?”

“It’s me. It’s Phil.”

This had to be a dream. Cherry swung open the door, and there he was, looking tussled and unkempt. She reached for his face in the moonlight, like she couldn’t be sure he was real until she touched him.

“I couldn’t leave you like that, Cherry.”

She threw herself at his mouth, climbing him like a tree.

Cradling her bare ass, he carried her over the threshold and pressed the door shut. She had a million questions for him, but he wouldn’t let her up for air. They breathed through each other’s lungs as their tongues thrashed wildly.

Ten seconds ago, she’d wanted to kill Phil. Now? Now she just wanted to fuck the life out of him.

Kneading her sweet cheeks, he pushed her up against the wall. The exposed wood sent shockwaves through her spine, and those shocks burst in her cunt. Her nipples had gone so hard she could feel them jabbing into Phil’s chest. Why was he still wearing clothes? And how could she get them off when she was pinned to the wall?

“Get naked,” she said into his mouth. “I need a good fuck.”

He threw her on the sturdy log bed. She bounced. At least the mattress wasn’t as hard as the wall.

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” she said, watching him strip out of his shirt. “What happened? My parents sent you home.”

He unzipped his shorts and threw them on the ground. “Couldn’t go. Couldn’t leave. I turned around and booked another spot, but have you ever tried sleeping in a convertible?”

Cherry giggled. “No.”

She couldn’t believe he’d defied her parents to be with her. She couldn’t believe he’d come to her cabin in the middle of the night, sneaking around when Mom and Daddy were asleep next door.

“I thought you’d never forgive me.” Naked, he launched himself at her. “I thought I’d be grovelling for days.”

“You can grovel later,” she said, bearing his weight with a giddy thrill. “For now, just fuck me. Fuck me all night long.”

When his cock found her cunt, she cried out. Couldn’t help it. He cupped his huge hand over her mouth, and a wild sensation coursed through her. Whenever he quieted her, she felt owned, in a good way. Not in the sense of having no freedom because of some guy thinking of her as property. No, this was different.

With Phil, Cherry was starting to feel like she could let go. She didn’t have to try so hard. He would take command if she didn’t want to. They’d passed the point of no return.

“You need to stay absolutely silent.” Phil’s big cock throbbed inside her pussy. “We don’t want your parents to hear.”

She agreed with a silent nod.

“Can I trust you?”

Another positive nod.

He moved inside her, just barely. God, why wouldn’t he thrust that big cock so far up her snatch that she screamed bloody murder? Why wouldn’t he fuck her hard?

When he moved his hand away from her mouth, she whimpered. Didn’t mean to. It just came out. She squirmed beneath his big body, but his chest was a cage and his legs a trap.

“Come on,” she growled, bucking her hips, trying to drive him into action. “Why are you just lying there? Why won’t you fuck me?”

His erection grew between her folds, filling her up and training her for more. But he didn’t give her more. He pulled out.

“What are you doing? Get back here with that thing.” Cherry kicked her feet against the mattress when Phil abandoned the bed. “Why aren’t you fucking me, Daddy?”

Before this week, she’d never dreamed of calling a lover “Daddy.” Now it was the most compelling word in her repertoire. Every time she said it, a little more juice soaked her smooth thighs.

“You promised me you’d keep quiet,” Phil said, calmly and slowly. He picked up his shorts. “You broke your promise.”

“Don’t go!” Her pussy suddenly felt raw and desperate. It needed him. “I promise I won’t say another word. I’ll be quiet as a mouse. Just please, Daddy, don’t go!”

“You’re only making matters worse, Cherry.” He slipped his belt from the loops, dropping his shorts to the floor. “Every word you say is another broken promise.”

Her ass tingled as she stared at the supple leather. “Are you gonna whip my ass, Daddy? You gonna whip it with your belt?”

He took a slow step toward the bed, holding that dark strip of leather end to end. “Is that what you want?”

“It’s what I deserve.” She flipped over, exposing the swell of her ass. “I’ve been naughty and bad.”

“Disobedient,” Phil added. “But no, I’m not going to whip your ass, Cherry.”

“You’re not going to whip it until it’s cherry-red?”

“I’d like to.” His voice was a low growl. “But if I did, you’d scream bloody murder and your mommy and daddy would come a-runnin’. Or maybe that’s what you want. Do you want to get caught, Cherry?”

“No,” she said in a whisper.

Pulling her arms up over her head, he bound them with his belt, tightening it until the leather bit cruelly into her skin. “Turn your head, Cherry. I want to see that pretty mouth.”

“You want to fuck my pretty mouth?”

“Not tonight.” Picking her dirty panties off the floor, he crammed them in her mouth. “You’ve proven you can’t be trusted to keep quiet, so you get the panty-gag.”

She couldn’t speak. Every time she breathed she tasted sweat and pussy. Who’d have thought good ol’ Phil had this in him? Although, for a man who had no trepidations about pissing on her tits, maybe a panty gag was a little on the tame side.

“Fold your knees up under your belly. Stick your ass in the air.”

Cherry’s heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her ears. Would he try ass-fucking her? Oh God, that would hurt so much.

“What’s the matter?” Phil asked. “Cherry, you’re shaking.”

She couldn’t respond. The panty-gag prevented it. And she couldn’t cover her butt cheeks with her hands, because they were bound above her head. She could only wait, resigned to her fate with her rump in the air.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” He growled, like an animal. “God, I wish I had reigns to hold. I’d ride you like a racehorse.”

Cherry whimpered without a sound. If she could speak, she’d have said, “Well do it, then. You think I like waiting?”

Phil’s palm found her ass cheeks, and he rubbed them in a forceful figure-eight. Every so often his hand lifted slightly off her skin, and she cringed, certain he was about to spank her. She both hoped he wouldn’t and wished he would. Weird, how easy it was to want two opposites at once.

“You’ve got such a sweet ass, Cherry.” He climbed on the bed and pressed both hands against her tingling cheeks. “God, it’s perfect. I could take a bite out of it.”

Her butt was far from perfect. Like the rest of her skin, it was dappled with freckles. Maybe that’s why he’d said he wanted to ride her like a horse. Maybe her freckly rear reminded him of a pony’s dappled rump. The idea made her feel dirty in the best possible way.

“Get ready,” he warned her. “Because once I’m inside you, I’m not coming out until I’m spent. And trust me, kiddo, it’s gonna be a rough ride.”

Where did he learn to talk like that?

Cherry’s pussy spilled juice all down her inner thighs as he guided his erection between them. She could feel his hugeness against her skin. God, his cock was hot—like, genuinely scorching. It blazed against her skin until it found her pussy ripe, raw, and ready.

He pierced her flesh with such force she slid down the bed. She didn’t have a comfy quilt, or a duvet like on her bed at home—just a scratchy sleeping bag. It burned her nipples as he fucked her. Phil moved fast, for an old guy. In fact, he moved just like a teenager.

Digging his fingers into her sides, he held on tight. She’d never found herself in this position before: legs folded under her belly, arms tied together over her head, mouth full of dirty panties. She felt like a cat stuck in a never-ending stretch—a cat getting fucked so hard her pussy roared.

Maybe Phil wasn’t after her ass at all. He’d made no mention of it. But if he was anything like Brad, he’d probably try to sneak in while she was busy having an orgasm. Stupid Brad always seemed to think that if she was super-turned-on she wouldn’t notice that he’d stuck his prick up her butt.

“I see that purple hole winking at me,” Phil growled.

Cherry whimpered into the panty gag. Her asshole clenched tighter with every thought of the pain he was about to cause her.

“Don’t worry, little asshole.” Phil slipped his thumb across it, sending shivers down Cherry’s spine. “I don’t have any lube with me, so I’ll leave you alone.”

As she breathed a sigh of relief, Cherry felt strangely disappointed. Why did she need him to hurt her? Why did she crave all these opposites? Comfort and pain, bliss and distress? It was like she never knew exactly what she wanted, because she wanted everything at once.

“I feel your wet pussy hugging my dick, little girl.” Phil chuckled. “You want it so bad, don’t you? You just want to fuck day and night, you little slut.”

“Mmm-hmm!” Cherry replied, though her response was muffled by the gag. “Mmm-hmm!”

“Quiet down,” Phil growled, almost silently. “Unless you want your mommy and daddy bursting in on us.”

She tried to shake her head, but it locked against her arm. She tried to say no, but not a sound came out.

“You little slut, sleeping around, fucking everything you stumble across: your daddy’s best friend, drunk chicks in the shower—anyone. You don’t care who they are.” He really laid into her, grabbing her hips hard enough it hurt, piercing her cunt in swift repetition. “You’ll screw anything with a pulse, Cherry-baby, Daddy’s Little Girl.”

Her pussy locked on his cock. Something about those words. Though her motion was limited, she bucked into the saddle of his hips, riding him while he rode her. His dick struck all the right places, heating her from the inside out.

“Only little sluts can come from getting their pussies fucked.” Phil’s cock propelled through her. “Are you gonna come, little girl? Are you gonna come for Daddy, Cherry?”

The air felt stiff and tense, like she could see every molecule hanging in the space around them, waiting to see what would happen next.

“Yes!” The panty gag stole her words, but her hips answered fiercely. Her muscles trilled as an orgasm swelled deep in her belly. She was a proud slut. She could come any which way.

Her pussy clamped down on his dick, milking the holy froth. It wasn’t long before Phil started convulsing behind her, pressing his palms flat on Cherry’s ass while his erection throbbed in her snatch. When he yelped her name and launched himself balls-deep inside her pussy, she could have sworn she felt his warm seed swirling around her cunt.

Panting desperately, Phil fell across her back. The bed was so narrow he couldn’t even settle beside her. His body crushed hers. She could barely breathe, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Crushing her was owning her, taking charge of her little body with his.

He slipped his hands between the bed and her body, cupping her swollen breasts. God, his skin felt so much nicer than that itchy sleeping bag fabric. He kneaded her tits while his mouth found her ear. “Do you know how good you make me feel?”

She couldn’t answer. Did he realize she was still gagged, or had he forgotten?

“God, Cherry, you make me feel eighteen again, but with more control over my body. When I’m inside you, the world is mine. I own it. And when I touch your skin, I just melt. You make me giddy.”

Cherry smiled around the panty gag. She could listen to nice things like that all night. Why had Brad never whispered sweet, dirty compliments in her ear after sex?

After Phil had unbuckled his belt and pulled the gag from her mouth, he said, “I know this’ll sound really, really dumb, but can I sleep here tonight? My car… I just can’t.”

“Of course. Why is that dumb?”

“Because there’s a pretty good chance of your parents catching us together if I stay the night.”

Oh god, that was true. She wasn’t sure how to respond.

“I’ve spent too many nights alone, Cherry. You don’t know what it’s like, going from marriage bed to nothing. It’s hell.”

When she snuggled inside her sleeping bag, he dove in next to her. They were like sardines packed in sweat. Nothing romantic about it. Wasn’t even comfortable. But she couldn’t kick him out of bed after they’d fucked. Didn’t seem right.

He fell asleep in what seemed like seconds, with his heavy arms around her, his chest crashing into her back. If she could have escaped, she would have. She thought she’d never fall asleep.

But she must have, at some point, because she wasn’t entirely awake when Phil’s morning wood delved between her folds. In her half-sleep, she worried she wouldn’t be wet without foreplay, but she must have been dreaming of sex, because her cunt was juicy as hell.

“Oh, Cherry.” Phil’s hands found her breasts inside the sleeping bag, and he kneaded them gently. Maybe he wasn’t awake yet, either. “God, you’ve got sweet tits.”

She giggled, forgetting momentarily that her parents were right next door.

“Sweet teenaged tits,” Phil went on. “Barely-legal boobs. Fuck, you turn me on.”

His cock found her cunt entirely unaided, acting on instinct alone. His head bulged in her wet snatch. The deeper his dick delved between her legs, the more it stiffened up.

Locked together inside her sweltering sleeping bag, Phil’s and Cherry’s bodies both knew what to do. His hips moved gently, forcing his ever-hardening cock deeper into her snatch. Cherry rolled her pelvis, making waves with her belly, sucking him in.

He grew and swelled inside her. Morning wood was the best wood. He got huge enough to stretch her out, to make her feel small and tight. She didn’t often feel that way.

“I love it when you pinch my tits,” she whispered, though she wasn’t entirely sure if he was awake. “Turns me on so much when you play with my little boobs.”

“Mmm…” He mashed her breasts together, catching both nipples between his fingers. Teasing them and squeezing them, he brought a pounding ache between her legs. Now she didn’t know what she wanted more: both hands working her tits, or one sneaking down to play with her clit?

Before she could make a choice, there was a knock at the door.

Phil’s cock hardened like a steel rod. All at once, he was straight as an arrow, threatening to burst right through her belly. He pressed so forcefully at the apex of her cunt it actually hurt.

“Cherry?” Mom called through the door. “Are you decent?”

“No!” she shrieked, betraying the pang between her legs.

“Honey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just give me a second to get dressed.”

The door handle shivered. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

Phil froze against Cherry’s back. If they tried to struggle inside the sleeping bag, they’d only make matters worse. But what if Mom came in and found them in bed together? She’d get Daddy, and he wouldn’t be as level-headed as he’d been before. Friend or foe, he’d probably pick a log out of the fire and start swinging it at Phil’s head.

“Okay,” Mom relented. “But don’t sleep too late. Your father and I need to have a talk with you.”

Cherry’s stomach dropped. A talk? This could not be good…