Was Melissa my butterfly, or was I Melissa’s butterfly?
Posted by kinkylube at 01:13 AM on July 2, 2007 in Journal.
After school that day, Melissa rushed home in anticipation of watching the remainder of the tape she found in her parents’ closet. She swiftly yanked her panties down but not quite removing them, leaving them stretched around her thighs. Still wearing her secondary school pinafore uniform, she leaned against the wall facing the wide-screen tv, munching on an apple, the other hand on the remote control.
The television flicked on, first the blue screen and then the sudden fucking: extreme close-up, huge cock buried in a hairless cunt, dragging out thick streaks of white cream as it moved in-out, in-out. Starchy, squelching sounds of fucking, fuck froth all around. She felt such an immediate rush that she shuddered, almost choking herself on a piece of apple. Fancy that, she thought, eyes watery from that near-choke, being found dead with my panties around my knees watching one of my dad’s home-made porno.
The scene has shifted now. Daddy loves and admires wkw, and the porn he shoots looks like bad wkw movies. Mom was sucking on his cock now, his big fat cock, Melissa had thought, how when mommy was getting fucked she grimaced in an expression that told of pain and pleasure, one or the other, or both, she could never tell. Mommy getting fucked like she was getting raped, a look of hurt and hatred in her eyes as she turned back to look at daddy as he fucked her from behind.
Daddy’s cock was in the center of the screen, mommy holding it up with her thumb and index finger; it had a lazy patch of mommy’s cream on it. Mommy licked it and sucked on it, she teased the already swollen cockhead with the tip of her tongue, coaxing deep moans from daddy as he zoomed in closer to the action. The cock was doing the in-out thing with mommy’s mouth, fucking mommy’s mouth, and one time it went a little too deep and mommy gagged, pulling daddy’s cock out along with thick, slimy strings of glassy saliva attached to it. At the corner of the screen daddy was gritting his teeth.
Melissa felt the heat now, and she began rubbing her hairy pussy ever so lightly, feeling her juice slowly leak out. With a hand still on her pussy, she arched her back against the wall and spied at the recorded action through squinted eyes. Daddy was eating mommy out now. Mommy’s wide-open cunt, moist and meaty, the sides of her hole sticky with her whitish gum, daddy was all over it. His tongue snaked all over it, brutally shoving into the juicy pulp inside, the entire scene rendered even dirtier with his long fingers stretching mommy wide open, his facial hair and the loud, deliberate, slurping sounds he was making.
What Melissa saw was unbelievably horny, and she felt as if her heart was going to give up.
Melissa dreamt of cocks being sucked and holes being filled. Her nights were filled with feverish dreams of fucking and sucking, of her father’s bloated cock or versions of it, being sucked or otherwise fucking her mother’s dark cunt, the flaps and lips and the meat of it all. Now and then there’d be shots of her large hanging breasts, extreme upshots from below, her breasts jutting out like mountains.
Melissa loved looking at herself in the mirror, and this accounts for the narcissistic streak in her, she knew she’s beautiful. Petite and long-limbed she was a replica of her mother. Melissa often wondered if daddy had ever thought of fucking his own daughter. And as she sat in front of the mirror with her legs wide open, Melissa relished the fact that her cunt is so hairy; she got horny just thinking about it. A hairy sixteen-year-old pussy, she thought, and her cunt would tingle at the thought.
Melissa masturbated, profusely and obsessively. She toyed with her fantasies the way she toyed with her body. She would whip up a raging, agonizing drama in her mind, and imagine herself being forced, forced to masturbate, forced to watch the fucking and sucking as she sat in a corner shuddering and biting her fingers, her face damp with sweat. Or else she would write stories; she wrote and wrote until she was so horny she couldn’t continue.
