The Hart Diary: Chapter 5
All the usual legal stuff applies. Enjoy and comment--I love the comments I've gotten so far, just keep them coming. I'm a sucker for compliments.
I heard a rapping on my car door. I looked up and noticed that there were no more cars in the parking lot, except for one. The door was locked--he could wait. I tried to dry my eyes, but they were still red and puffy. No hiding I guess. I would just appear weak when I confronted him, if I confronted him, if I didn't beg him to take me back. I needed him like oxygen, obviously the feeling wasn't mutual.
I unlocked the door, and he opened it.
"What the Hell are you still doing here?" he asked. He looked elated and something else. An hour ago I would have called it concerned, but I can't tell his facial expressions anymore.
"I should ask you the same," I responded meekly.
"We won," he said uneasily.
"How could you," I turned on him. "How could you not cheer me on? We talked about it so many times you couldn't have forgotten, so what was it then? Just tell me right out that you don't love me, don't you ever--"
"Baby," he said, this time genuinely concerned because I had raised my voice. He looked around before saying, "What did you expect? We have to keep this a secret. We've talked about that enough that you couldn't have forgotten. Did you think I could just let loose in the pool? It was state, which meant there were hundreds of people there. Baby, I love you, but you've got to understand--"
"Understand what," I said, getting out of the car, "understand that you love me but not enough to even be seen as friends in public," I began to pace, "understand that you love me at all! How can you even prove--"
He kissed me, shoving me up against the car. He didn't even look both ways before doing it. My rational mind was subdued. All I could think about was how much I yearned for him. I loved him much more than myself, and I was beginning to see the danger therein. But I didn't care, I needed him, I had to have him, now and forever.
He broke the kiss.
"I've got an idea," he said and then kissed my forehead. "Open up your trunk."
I slumped against the car. "Why," I asked.
He looked deep into my eyes. "I want," he said, "to put my junk in your trunk."
"Oh," I said.
"You know what I'm talking about, right?"
"Yes," I said, "but I don't fully understand the mechanics of it."
"Let me worry about that, baby. Now pop your trunk."
We proceeded to open the trunk. I had an older van where the seats could be taken out easily, luckily for us I had taken the back seats out that morning so I wouldn't be asked to drive anyone, namely my father and sister, but they didn't even wake up to wish me luck. Now I had a large, open space for something I was both enticed and terrified by: anal sex.
I got in with him behind me. He closed the door. There was no backing out, literally--the trunk couldn't be opened from the inside--but I wasn't interested in backing out. Thinking back on it, I still don't know the thoughts that were rushing through my head before Pryce took the only real virginity I had to offer. I was confused and horny, a strange albeit incessant predicament of the mind. He didn't have to persuade as much as guide me out of my clothes.
The horniness took over then, and I was able to undress him. He was as hard as could be at the thoughts of deflowering his baby.
He moved into me, biting my ear.
"Baby, you know I love you, right?" he whispered in my ear.
I didn't answer, truthfully I was too enticed with words, but there was a little voice nagging in the back of my head, too far back for me to notice in the dense fog of affection, that cried out no.
His hard cock ran against mine. I started humping him as he humped me. I was filled with frenetic energy.
"Slow, baby, take it slow."
He kissed me, and I melted into him, body and soul. Both of them belonged to him. I moved my arms up his torso, squeezing his nipples, feeling my hands lock into his hair, his luscious, blonde locks. He started grinding on me as I fell to the ground, arching my back in the sheer lust of the moment. Then he stopped.
He moved down on me, licking every inch of me, kissing my nipples, taking each of my fingers and toes and sucking on them. If there had ever been a time I had been more turned on by him, I couldn't remember. I was so infatuated with him I could have came right there, with him sucking the sweat from my ring finger. His lips were better than any kind of wedding band, but then they were gone, and I was left with a wet, naked finger.
He spread my ass cheeks apart and started to lick the crevice. He lightly licked my asshole, and then he moved in with his tongue. He was groaning, I was moaning, and everything was right in the world. He ate me out so seductively it took all I had to control my urge to spew. He stopped and looked up at me with his devilish grin.
I reached out for him, wanting to hold his hand, feel his face, but he moved away.
"Hey, baby, got any lube?" he asked.
"What?" I was feeling high on lust, disorientated by him.
"Lube, baby, lube. Hey," he said, rummaging through my glove compartment, "this'll work."
He retracted a bottle of hand lotion and crawled back to me. He opened the top and squirted some on his palm. He slapped it against my ass. It was so cold I let out a gasp. He grinned, and then he put some of the lotion on his dick.
"Aghhh," he said, "so cold. Was it cold on your tight ass, baby? Well, we've got to make it warm, don't we?"
He positioned his cock right at the entrance of my hole. He looked down at his cock and he guided the head to my waiting hole and plunged in. He looked up at me for a reaction.
"Uhh," I moaned. His cock head was a lot bigger than his finger or his tongue, the only things that had ever been up my hole. There was a tightness I could feel, a feeling of compressed air in my ass. I wondered if guys could queef, or would that just be a fart. I know, a really stupid thing to think about the first time you've got a dick up your ass. While I was thinking about that, the tightness increased exponentially as he burned his way deeper into me. He slammed forward.
"Aghhh, uhhhn," I cried out. The feeling was indescribable, searing pain but also a feeling of closure. It was a happy pain, like when you're full. It was a pleasure pain.
"Did I hurt you, baby?" he asked.
"No," I said, wincing.
"Good," he said, then took his dick back out of my cock, up to the hilt, then slammed it back in again.
"Aghhh," I cried out again.
"You're a noisy fuck, aren't you, baby?"
I groaned in response.
"Aghhh!" He slammed into me again.
"Uhhh."
"Aghhh!"
"Uhhh."
"Ahhh, uhhh."
"You like that, baby?"
"So much," I said.
He picked up the pace a little. He had one hand on my stomach and the other hand on his ass to steady himself. He was plunging deeper each time, getting closer to my heart both metaphorically and physically.
"Do you like my D, baby?" he asked.
"I worship it," I said truthfully.
"Do you like it inside you?"
"I love it inside me, you inside me," I said.
"Is Daddy making it warm, baby?" he asked.
"Uhh huh. It's so fucking hot."
He started to fuck me relentlessly. The heat of the car was escalating. It was like a sauna in my car. He moved up, putting his handprint on my foggy window.
"Oh, Jack," I said as I saw the handprint, "never let me go."
"Never, baby."
He moved over me, putting his clenched fist down in a push up position, enclosing me in his warm, sweating body.
"Baby, I'm getting close, do you want me inside you?" he asked.
"Yes, Daddy, yessss."
"I'm going to make you my baby mama, baby."
"Please do," I said. "Be my Daddy."
"Oh, baby."
"Daddy."
"Baby."
"Daddy."
"Baby! Uhhhhhhuhhhuhhuhuhh." He came.
I could feel his juices squirting around in me.
"Oh fuck," we both said.
"Fuck, baby," he panted.
"Breed me, Daddy!"
He collapsed on top of me, our sweat mingling as other body fluids mingled. I hugged him against me. He kissed me.
We lay like that for a while, holding each other. Then he pulled out of me. Cum came rushing out of my bowels, forever staining the van carpeting. This was our van now, we'd bred in it. It would never be my van again. This would never be my body again. It, like everything else, was ours now. There was no me and him, there was only us, together forever. He'd fucked me, hard, and now we were connected.
He lay down on his back, and I cuddled up next to him, the juicing still occasionally flowing from my butt. He held me close, whispering sweet nothings to me, about how hot I was, about how fast I was, about what a great fuck I was, about him being my Daddy and about me being his baby.
"I love you, Daddy," I said.
"I want you, baby."