Education Time

"You're a smart girl, aren't you?" the shorter man asked.

Tierra stayed silent, her eyes fixed on the floor.

He leaned in closer. "I bet you get straight A's in school, don't you?"

She gave a small nod.

"That's what I thought," he said. "A smart girl like you will learn so much from your momma."

The taller man rose from the sofa, his erection jutting out from his open fly. He kicked off his shoes, stripped off his pants and shirt, and stood naked.

He captured Solana's waist from behind, his body and erection pressing against her. Damn, this feels good. His hands settled on her shoulders, sliding down her arms. One hand gripped her wrist, while the other replaced hers between her thighs.

He began to explore her, each stroke recalling how she had taunted him at the 7-11. Her contemptuous smile had dared him to touch her, as she deliberately swayed her hips, exuding confidence and superiority. You can never have me, you silly pervert, her eyes had mocked.

"Keep your eyes open," said the shorter man to Tierra, his hand tightening around her neck. "Ever been touched like that?"

"No."

"Ever wanted to be touched like that?"

Tierra's lips parted, twitching as if on the verge of speech, but no words came. She glanced at her mother, searching for guidance, but Solana's eyes were closed, her body writhing.

Damn, a fucking virgin, both men thought.

Tierra watched as her mother's feet moved in her stilettos, the click of the heels echoing with each movement. She could see her mother's toes curling inside her shoes as she struggled for balance as the taller man cupped her breasts, his fingers kneading her flesh, teasing her nipples.

"Look at your momma," the shorter man whispered to Tierra, his fingers combing through her hair. "She enjoying it?"

Tierra's lips parted but she said nothing. Her eyes remained locked on her mother. This time, Solana's eyes fluttered open, their gazes meeting. Her mother's eyes--pleading, desperate--seemed to scream what her lips couldn't: I don't want this. But Tierra couldn't make sense of it. The way her mother's body moved--the arching of her back, her lips curling--felt like a betrayal of the look in her eyes.

Is mom enjoying this?

Solana lifted one leg, her knee bending as her stiletto dangled from her toes. As the man's erection slipped between her thighs, her foot dropped to the floor with a sharp click, her thighs tightening around him.

"Cocktease," he muttered, thrusting against her again, drawing a squeal. His gaze shifted to the family portrait on the wall.

"Who's the man in that picture?" he asked, lifting her chin to make her look at the portrait.

Solana hesitated. He slapped her hard on the butt.

"I asked you a question," he said. "Who's in the picture?"

"That's... my husband."

"Why isn't he here to protect you and your daughter?"

"He's dead."

"How?"

"A car accident," she moaned as his fingers slid back inside her.

"When?"

"A year ago."

"Pathetic. Couldn't even drive a car."

"You know what that means," the shorter man sneered. "Men who can't drive can't fuck."

Solana's mind flashed to all the times she'd complained about her husband's cautious driving--how he'd always drive under the speed limit and kept a safe distance between cars and pedestrians, always so careful, so predictable.

"How do you think he'd feel, watching his pretty wife getting fucked by a real man?" the taller man asked.

She glanced at the portrait. "He'd be devastated."

"Do you love him?"

"Yes... I love him very much."

"Whose cock is bigger?"

"Yours is...bigger."

"That's what I thought." He looked back to the portrait. The husband's smile quivered, then crumbled, the edges of his lips sagging downward, his eyes dulling. The canvas seemed to ripple as if the man inside it was trapped, suffocating in his grief.

"Have you taken cock since your husband kicked the bucket?"

"No."

"Well, aren't you the perfect widow--saving yourself for me."

He turned her to face him, his hand lifting her chin, guiding her eyes to meet his. His lips pressed against hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth. One hand traced the curve of her back, the other gripping her buttocks, pulling her closer.

"Ummm," she let out.

She was returning the kiss, her mouth moving against his, her tongue meeting his with a force she didn't recognize. What am I doing? She pressed closer, arms sliding around his neck, holding him to her.

This isn't you, can't let Tierra see you like this. Their tongues clashed, each pushing, probing. Why can't I stop? She bit down on his bottom lip, drawing a grunt from him. You're only doing this to survive. That's all this is.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her jaw to her neck. She gasped, her head tilting back.

His hands gripped her butt, lifting her into him as he ground against her. She felt his hardness pressing into her, and before she could stop herself, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck as their lips met again for another frantic round.

What am I doing?

He carried her and lowered her onto the plush carpet, the fibers tickling her back as she sank into it. Her head tilted back, exposing her neck, her hair fanning out like a halo. Her wrists crossed above her head, pulling her chest taut, her breasts stretching upward. Her fingers moved as if searching for something to hold onto.

"Damn," he mumbled, draping her legs over his shoulders.

His hands gripped her shoulders. They slid downward, pressing into her breasts. He kneaded them before catching her nipples between his fingers, giving them a gentle tug before releasing them.

Please, stop this.

"I'm gonna make you scream."

His hands moved past her hips, tracing the length of her thighs, savoring the smoothness of her skin beneath the thin barrier of her stockings. His touch was deliberate, as though he were committing every inch of her to memory. She shivered under his fingers, her body betraying her with the unsettling mix of pleasure and the gnawing fear that his gentleness was nothing more than a façade. Please, let this stay gentle. Please, don't hurt me, she thought, remembering his promise.

When his hands reached her ankle, he paused to explore the hollow behind the bone, his thumb tracing each dip and curve with a light touch before sliding her high heels off, one by one. Her feet felt cool and light without the weight of the heels, her toes flexing.

His thumb pressed into her arches, applying pressure. Solana's toes spread as the tension in her feet eased away. Her ankles flexed, pressing her feet into his grasp.

As his thumbs kneaded the ball of her foot, warmth spread up her legs. His touch was expert, finding hidden knots of tension and working them loose with practiced ease. She felt her body begin to relax.

His palms slid down to her calves, savoring the smooth, sensual glide of her stockings against his skin. He massaged gently, feeling the firm muscles beneath becoming light under his touch.

He moved to the sensitive spot behind her knees, his fingers tracing circles. A giggle escaped her.

"Ticklish, eh?" he asked.

His hands glided down to her thighs before settling on her hips as he paused to take her in. Her folds were dark, slick with arousal. The contrast between the darker outer lips and the faint pink hue deeper inside drew his gaze. Tight. She's going to be so fucking tight.

He lowered his head, his tongue teasing each fold before slipping inside her. His teeth grazed her clitoris, a jolt of pleasure and fear shooting through her. His tongue flicked over it, each stroke pulling her closer to the edge.

"Just fuck me and get it over with!"

Tierra recoiled at her mother's sudden outburst, her grip tightening around the shorter man's shaft.

"Hey, take it easy," said the shorter man to Tierra, his hand grabbing her wrist as the two watched her mother's head thrash from side to side.

Is this what men want to do to pretty women like my mom? Is this what they all want to do to me?

Solana's fingers slipped into his hair, her grip tightening as she wavered between pulling him closer or pushing him away.

Then his teeth sank into her labia like those pussy clamps.

She cried out, her body stiffening as pain ripped through her. Her legs kicked into his hips, trying to push him away, but the movement only made it worse. His teeth held firm, pulling at her skin. Her fingers clawed at his scalp, then slid to his shoulders, trying to shove him away.

"Stop, you're hurting her!" Tierra cried, struggling to rise, but the shorter man held her down.

Solana's scream faded into shallow gasps as the bite's pressure eased and the pain subsided. Her body continued to tremble, aftershocks of pain and denied release rippling through her. Her toes, once curled tight in anticipation, stretched and pointed, as if still reaching for the sensation that had slipped away.

Solana's gaze found Tierra's, eyes heavy with a reassurance: I'm okay, sweetie. I'll be okay.

Tierra nodded through her tears. "I love you, Mom," she whispered.

"I love you too."

The man lifted his head, taking in Solana's panting form. Her gaze met his before drifting over his sculpted body, the interplay of light and shadow tracing the ridges of his abs and the powerful curves of his tattooed biceps. She let her head collapse back onto the carpet.

"Oh, sweet thing," he said as his hands began to explore her again, sliding from her hips across her abdomen before settling on her breasts. "You've never really had an orgasm, have you?"

Solana froze. How could he know? Her mind flashed back to her husband--his tender touch, his gentle kisses. Lovemaking had always been slow, careful, full of affection and kind words. I love you, she remembered him saying.

The shorter man turned to Tierra, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at the family portrait on the wall. "Look at that, sweetheart," he sneered. "Your daddy dearest. What a pathetic excuse for a man."

Tierra blinked, her vision blurring, and her father's smiling face in the photograph seemed to shift--the warm expression melting into something unfamiliar. His smile faltered, his eyes bulging, tears trickling down his cheeks.

"That dickless twat never knew how to please your momma," the shorter man continued.

"But don't you worry, pretty thing," the taller man said, pressing a kiss on her lips. "We're about to fix that problem."

Solana squeezed her eyes shut, triggering memories of her husband--his gentle touch, his devotion. He may not have been the most skilled lover, but his love had always made her feel safe, cherished. He had been her rock, her partner, a devoted father.

Her eyes fluttered open as he lowered his head to her stomach, his teeth grazing her skin, each bite making her to catch her breath and release it when he loosened his grip. He moved upward, his mouth finding her breasts, tongue circling her nipples before flicking over the peaks. Her feet braced against the floor, hips lifting toward him so that his cock brushed against her entrance.

Mom, what are you doing? Tierra thought as she looked back at the family portrait, her mom's face now contorted into the same expression she now held on the floor.

The taller man's teeth bit down harder as his hands slid up her sides, the pleasure at her nipples shifting into a mild sting as his fingertips dug into her ribcage like a pianist playing an etude. The sensation, part tickle, part pain, gripped her and pulled her into a long-buried memory. She was a girl again, in the ballet studio, her instructor's hands firm on her ribs, holding her in a painful stretch. His fingers pressed just enough to make her squirm, then laugh--a high, innocent giggle that echoed in the empty room. Unable to hold her position, she collapsed into his arms, their shared laughter light and easy, as one hand squeezed her butt, the other lingering on her barely budding chest.

That same confusing mix of discomfort and pleasure twisted inside her as his fingers pressed into her ribs. She giggled again, just as she had in the studio--but this time, the sound cracked with tears. Her legs squeezed around him as her body twitched, trapped in sensations that blurred the line between past innocence and present horror.

His mouth left her breasts, the relief of the cool air making them tingle as his lips traced a path up her neck like a snake testing its prey before the strike. She whimpered as her hands rose to push against his broad shoulders, nails digging into the corded muscle.

He grabbed her wrists and guided them above her head, pinning them to the floor as his body pressed forward, his erection sliding along her entrance. Her elbows angled outward, shoulders twisting beneath him, fingers flexed and splayed.

Just get it over with, you sick fuck.

His mouth grazed and nibbled at the tender skin of her inner arms, while his erection brushed and pressed against her, poised to enter. His bites deepened along the twitching muscles of her arm, sending her feet sliding down his legs, pressing against his calves. He pushed himself up, his eyes roaming her captured form.

"Been wanting to fuck you since the first time I saw you."

He leaned down to kiss her, but she turned her head, avoiding his lips. Releasing her wrists, one hand moved to grip her chin, turning her face toward him as his tongue plunged into her mouth. Her muscles clenched and she let out a muffled protest as he pushed forward, driving into her.

He stilled for a moment, groaning at the feel of her tightness gripping him, her cervix pressed against his tip. Grabbing her ankles, he pushed her legs down into a V, spreading her wide to admire the view of his cock inside of her.

Tierra watched as her mother squeezed her eyes shut, tears slipping down her cheeks as her face tensed, bracing for what was coming next.

Is this what men want to do to me? Tierra wondered as the man drew back, relishing the drag of her slick walls clenching around him. When only the tip remained, he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. Solana buckled beneath him, her legs snapping straight, feet pointing as a ragged scream tore from her throat.

He quickened his pace, the sharp slap of skin on skin filling the room, broken only by Solana's cries--louder now, half-sobs, half-screams--mingling with his grunts of pleasure. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her toes curling as unwanted waves of pleasure twisted through the pain.

"Look at me," he growled. "I want to see those pretty eyes while I fuck you."

She opened her eyes, vision blurred with tears as she met his gaze.

"Say my name, Jake."

"Jake."

"Louder."

"Jake!"

"Louder, cocktease!"

"Jake!" she screamed, her body curving as he drove into her harder, each thrust pushing her closer to something she didn't want to feel.

"Do you love me?"

"No, I hate you," she squealed.

His finger found her nipple, twisting it. "Try again."

"Ahhhhh, yes!"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I love you, Jake," she cried, her words broken as he thrust into her, driving her closer to release.

Jake grinned, releasing her nipple.

"Hear that, you dickless twat," he said, glancing at the portrait of her husband, its face streaked with tears.

He turned back to Solana. "I bet your husband never made you feel like this, did he?"

"N-no, oh, OH!"

She felt him pulse inside her as his release flooded her body. Her back lifted, arms stretching tight as pleasure overtook her, toes curling and legs tightening as her body convulsed around him. She began to wail, her cries rising in time with his final thrusts.

As Jake's softening cock slipped out, Solana's body went limp, her legs falling to the sides. A small puddle formed beneath her as Jake's seed seeped from her swollen folds, staining the plush carpet. She lay there, shaking with every sob and breath.