My father’s partner is standing in front of me with a gentle smile on his face.“Hello, wife. Oh, I should say future wife.” He whispers softly...as his hand cups my face.“Kevin! Please, help me. Pay him, or how much does dad owe? Please what.. what….. I’ll do anything. Don’t let him hurt me or Susan... Please!” I’m babbling.. I know I’m babbling.. My thoughts won’t form a cohesive thought. Cock... wife... debt... father... Kevin... Susan… shirt... bra... all these snippets of thought rush. “Please Carl be careful with your teeth, that would hurt me really bad, watch your teeth: oh god son this is wonderful”He was now rocking backwards and forwards, he was slightly fucking my mouth like I did to him. Every now and then it touched the back of my throat, and I felt a sort of gag feeling. His fucking got stronger and a bit more forceful, making me gag more; and the knob was going further into my throat.“Oh god Carl you are wonderful. You are a natural oh god do you think we should. ” He said as he reached out andturned my head to look at the reddish imprint of hishand on my face. “You can get on back to your ironing.I’ll call you if I need anything else.” I returned to my chores with an odd feeling. I had two hugeloads of his hot jism in my tummy and a slimy, but not totallyunpleasant aftertaste in my mouth. Moments later, I had gottenover being angry at what he’d done. I’d rationalized that his sexdrive had gotten the best of. I knew he was embarrassed to admit that in front of ourclassmates."I know you feel that way now," I told him. "But honestly, Paul, I'm theonly girl you've ever really talked to. It's natural that you might feelthat way." But--" he started."But you need to expand your horizons," I interrupted. "There are somegreat girls at this school, and one of them may be the girl you are lookingfor in me." I don't need another girl," he said. "I have you."I sighed, and we fell into silence for a few minutes.