Clarice’s final day with Bob. She learned things about herself. A few years later, find out what happened to Clarice and how she is living now.
Clarice’s second day away part 5
Me and Bob were returning to the hotel, but the words of Steph kept coming back in my head. ‘He is unintentionally grooming you...’ and it was scary. Then l started to think. I had three strangers have sex with me today. Three guys l never met before, and never will again. I had other guys looking at me and undressing me with their eyes. I started to feel weird. But l had to get through this.
Bob gave me good sex this weekend, but it was starting to feel different as the day went by. I did not have an orgasm with him today, even though there was multiple occasions that could have happened. What l got was a few with my own personal help, and others from a girl. Now l will probably have to give myself to him again tonight, and probably tomorrow. But l will do it because now it’s what l have to do. I want to be home already.
I was thinking all of this as he was driving with one hand, and fingering me with the other. I was spread out, and even though my mind was not totally into it, my pussy thought otherwise and was dripping. That thing has a mind of its own. I accepted the idea that once we get to our room, we will get together again. So l was preparing myself for it.
In the elevator up, he slid a hand in my underwear from the back and grabbed my butt. He slid a finger between my cheeks, travelling hole to hole. My body was starting to react positively to his touch. Even though my mind is elsewhere, my body is giving me pleasure. I might as well enjoy it, l could still feel the wetness there.
“You have the most perfect ass, Clarice”, he tells me before we hear the ding that tells us we are on our floor. He pulls out his hand from my underwear and we walk out of the elevator. As we are walking down the hallway, l stopped to a door. I can hear a couple doing each other in that room. There is one deeper, rougher voice, and then there is a higher pitch, almost younger, voice. There were really going at it. If you listen closely, you could hear the bed squeak. From time to time, you could hear them talk during the act, but l couldn’t discern what were the words mentioned. I was getting turned on by this. After a while, the sounds stopped. So we walked back towards out room. Then l heard a door opened. It was that room. A young girl came out, completely nude, with a bucket, going to the ice machine. She was smaller in size and stature as l was. As she was about to close the door behind her, l could hear the guy said “fill it to the top!”, and her to respond “yeah, dad” to eventually close that door.
Bob unlocked our door and we went in. Even though what l have just witnessed and assumed was totally weird, l was strangely aroused by it. This father and daughter duo are doing each other? For how long? How did it start? I was getting myself worked up, and probably that’s what l needed because as soon as our door closed, l turned around and went for Bob’s pants. The part of me thinking slept away while the wild side of me has risen. Suddenly l was bursting with horniness. I wanted dick and l am about to get one.
I dropped to my knees and pulled the pants down. The thing peaked out. I did not even took it with my hand that my lips were already around it. I grabbed his ass and force my face in his pelvis repeatedly. It got hard in my mouth. I love when that happens. I took it out and aggressively licked the shaft from top to bottom and back. I started sucking on the balls and passing my tongue on his hairy sack while holding it with my hand. I licked it back to the tip and started blowing Bob again. He loved it! I loved it too. I was enjoying having his stiff cock between my lips and up my cheeks. He took his shirt off, and then his pants. He also undressed me while l was still kneeling on the floor. Then he picked me up and threw me on the bed like a rag doll. I barely landed that he was trying to climb between my legs already. He opened my legs up and l could feel his tip lining up with my entrance. I put my hands down there and spread my lips opened. And l told him...
“You put me in so much sexual positions and scenarios today, but you never truly had your chance with me, except for a quickie this morning. Now take me! Take me hard! I want to shiver on your cock!”
“That’s what you want?” he answers back. “That’s what you will get and what you deserve!”
He aimed his dick, shoved it hard and quickly in me. My body was in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. He took my thighs and lifted my bum off the bed, and started pounding me hard! My little ass was getting slapped by his hips. He held me up with one hand and grab my breast, quite hard, with his other hand. He pinched my nip. I was still mixed with pleasure and pain. But l was in my ‘beast mode’. I wanted sex, l wanted to cum, l wanted to be slutty.
“Fuck me, Bob! It might take a while before you get that chance again, so fuck me hard!” And he fucked me harder. I dropped back on the bed. I spread my legs as much apart as l could. His body was on top of me. My head barely peaked out from his shoulder. He was holding my shoulders, and continued pounding me. He was moaning louder. Is he coming already? No he stopped and pulled it out. He started to put his fingers in me and fingering me rapidly. He was slowly, but surely, hitting my g spot. I could feel the intensity growing. My body was getting tighter, muscles were crisping, l started to slowly black out (I am starting to know the routine and signs), and l just let myself explode. My body was convulsing. I couldn’t see anything, nor really feel anything else than the shivering throughout my body.
When l started to snap out of my orgasm zone, l realized l was face first in the bed, and Bob was taking me from the back, in my vagina. He was on top of me and pounding me hard! In that position, he was hitting my g spot again. This time my body did not wait that long. It convulsed again, and l was screaming loudly. If this room is as sound proof as the one l heard before, they know that l am getting it good. I was still shaking when l got picked up and brought to the couch. He sat down with me on top of him. I slid him in me. I rode him and made sure my body would slap his when l go down. He grabbed my ass. Even stuck a finger in there. He played with my clit. I exploded again. I came all over his dick. His pelvis area was wet. He did not came yet.
“Fuck me more...” l tell him.
He rolls me around on the couch, and l end up on my back. He is pounding me some more. And he is going quicker and faster. That guy is going to give me another orgasm. It was a smaller one though. But one nonetheless.
He picks me up and puts me now face first into the balcony window, no drapes. Everyone who looked into our direction would see us (but l do not think anyone was looking). He is still doing me hard. At that poing l don’t think l will have another orgasm, so l just enjoy the sex. My nipples are quite erect next to the cold panel glass. He slid it out of me. I turn around and kiss him, but not a gentle kiss, but a slutty kiss, with tongues and everything.
“Go on the floor...” l ask him, which he does. I go down and suck his dick some more, l am moaning while sucking. Then l sit on it, but l turn my back to him while l ride him. He holds me by my hips and keeps pushing me down.
“Man, that ass...” he says.
He picks me up and puts me in front of our numerous mirrors. He takes the lube and says to me.
“Look at you now. You were such a sweet little gentle girl. Now look at you, having sex with older men. Look at you being so sexual...” he slid fingers in my ass, l moaned. “Look at you, taking it like a pro, like the little slut you have become...”
He continued fingering my butt while l was asking myself ‘did l become a slut that enjoys sex?’ Then something bigger went in there. He pushed his penis in my little, supposedly perfect, ass. And he was pounding me hard, and l could see it all in the reflection of the mirror. I looked like a slut. Giving myself up like that. And me l was just there, just ‘taking’ it. Bob was moaning loudly and l could feel him getting bigger in my rectum. I slid it out of me and dropped to my knees. I took the load in my face... like the slut l am. I sucked off the last few drops as my face was covered with his semen. He dropped to his knees also, trying to catch his breath.
“You... are so wild... Clarice...” The only thing l could say was thank you. I went to the bathroom to clean my face off. I looked at myself in the mirror. I think l might have a problem. I shouldn’t act like this, being all slutty and sexual. But now, can l stop myself? I mean its my decision in the end, and my life. No one can stop me. But will those urges ruin me? That’s something to think about.
I came back to the room, Bob was already sleeping. Wow... that didn’t take long. I decided l will at least try the pool before l leave. I changed, left him a note (in case he wakes up), took the room key, and went out.
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I arrived at the pool and there were just a few people there. I went in the water. I was happy to see it was warm. I did not swim, l just walked around in there with the few people in it, and the others on lounge chairs. It is quite surprising to see how many people are in the pool area so late on a Saturday evening. I was expecting to be alone.
There was another young girl in the pool. I recognized the one that came out of the room naked earlier. But she recognized me first.
“Hey, l’ve seen you on our floor. You were going into a room with a guy while l was coming out of mine...”
We chit chatted for a while. She is two years younger than me. She is here with her father who is a salesman (like Bob, imagine). They often travel together. She pointed me to the guy. He was on one of the chairs. He looked serious for some reason. The girl, Rebecca was her name, said her dad doesn’t like it when she talks to other people (maybe because others might find out your screwing your daughter). The girl was sweet but kinda shy, even though she talked to me first.
Becky, short for Rebecca, asked me about my guy. I told her he was my uncle. She believed me. Told her he too was a salesman. But this is our first time travelling together. She adds...
“I... uh... heard... you while we were coming out to go downstairs. (Pause) You know... like you heard me?”
I did not know what to answer. It was a total shock. My hand went to my mouth in disbelief.
“It’s fine. It’s nice to know that l am not the only one.”
“Only one what?”, l dared ask.
“To be with a family member...”
Am l actually having THAT conversation? What am l suppose to do or say? I thought about Stephanie who looked out for me earlier...
“Do you need help? Are you okay?” I ask her.
“There is not much l can do since mama died. I live with him now.”
I was getting uncomfortable. I glared at the father, he was still looking at us but his eyes have changed. He is not as serious but definitely looking at us. A few people left.
“Is it... weird? I mean with your dad?”
“I love my dad. I make him happy. He is happy with me...”
“But are you happy?”
“I learned to be happy”, is what she said.
“Aren’t you afraid to get pregnant?”
“Oh no, he got operated a long time ago. And now we can just enjoy it without accidents. Do you enjoy your uncle?”
“Sometimes yes, sometimes no...” and that is now the truth.
“Yeah me too. I wish he wouldn’t come so quickly...”
Please don’t ask me to get into details, l am sure l lived much more crazy things than you. A few more people left the area. Dad was now in the pool coming towards us. It was only us three.
“Hello”, he says, “how are you?”
“Dad, this is Clarice, the girl from the room we heard on the way here?” I blushed.
He was a little shocked. Said l sounded like an older woman and not a teen. I can’t believe this is what l am hearing.
“So just like Becky, you are an active little lady, right?”
I guess l am. What are you getting at?
“Yeah the guy is her uncle!” Rebecca adds. “They are like you and me!” Becky was way too excited to announce this to her father.
“Oh really... maybe we should double date and swap.” Did he just say that?!? “I am sure my little Becky could make another man happy... and then you can make another guy happy...”
“Oh really?” Becky says. “You’d let me have a special moment with someone else? And you would let Clarice have a special moment with you?”
She turns her head towards me. “Do you want to have a special moment with my daddy?” Shut up! You’re not helping!
“I don’t think my uncle would like to have a... ‘special moment’... with someone else...” hoping to defuse this situation because now my mind is mixed with repulsiveness but my body is with excitement.
The dad goes on “Then maybe it could just be you and me...” l was never hit on so directly before. His intentions are so clear l do not know what to do. I spent the whole freaking day having sex. Will this continue?
“Oh Clarice, please do my daddy! That will make him so happy!”
Then the guy untied his bathing suit and took them off and threw them to the side of the pool. “C’mon, you know you are curious. You know you want it...”
A part of me did.
Then Becky grabbed it and asked me to look. “Isn’t it pretty?” she adds. She shakes it around, even jerks it off a little.
I am thorn between running out of there, or grabbing the old man’s cock. Shit! What can l do?
I sighed. “Stupid, son of a...” and grabbed it and started to give the guy a hand job in the pool. The guy moaned.
“Daddy loves it.” He better!
It was getting hard. If l was lucky, he would come quick. But Becky had other plans. She came behind me and pulled down the bottom part of the bikini.
“Here daddy, you can put it in here.” Becky said with such innocence in her voice. The guy turned me around. Might as well let him do me at this point. I slightly bent over and held onto the side of the pool. He slid it in me. And yes, he came quickly. Becky was all joy. She kept saying l made her daddy happy. After a few minutes, l took my stuff and went to my room.
I opened the door, Bob was still sleeping.
I pug my jammies on, covered him with the blankets, turned off the lights, and went to bed.
What a crazy day today was.
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Clarice’s epilogue
It was a year and a half, or so, after the weekend getaway with Bob. I graduated high school and went to the prom that summer. I went by myself, and so did Sara, and we sort of hung out there together. Boys were noticing me now, but l wasn’t really interested in boys. During those 16 months, my breasts grew out. My dress was a little cut low, but would push my boobs up, and had a leg exposed on its side. At the prom, Sara gave me a letter and promised me not to open it until mid-summer. Sara like my Bob escapade from a year and a half ago, and she is still seeing that guy who is a friend of her dad’s on the side. I promised not to open the letter until July.
I was still seeing Bob occasionally. And that is between his girlfriends, and yes he is still married. So Bob cheats on his wife, and then cheats on these women with me. Sex with him is still intense, but not always great. I do have slept with a few guys. A few months after the escapade with Bob, the family went to a beach trip. We stayed at this hotel where we were friendly with some guys there. I would play a mean hand of poker with them. One day, while my parents were out watching a movie, l had sex with them at the same time. It was my first double penetration. I felt so petite sandwiched between these two older guys. But the orgasms were great. I had sex with a few strangers. I also had sex a few times because l lost a bet. I had sex with a lab teammate from school (first guy my age), but then later on sucked his dad’ cock in the bathroom. I had sex in a fitting room in a clothing store. I had sex with a woman, aged around the end of her twenties. I was filmed sexually when video cameras were starting to come out. I had sex often, and l could get away with it, and my parents had no idea whatsoever.
I was also seeing a psychologist. Paid by the government. He made me realize l was a sex addict. I have also accepted l was sexually abused up to now, and not just touched or fucked. I cannot have a relationship with a guy my age. I am attracted to older guys. But they do not want a relationship with me.
The worst though what this summer, after my prom, is where my world collapsed.
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It was a week or so after my prom that my dad left my mom. She was screaming, crying, and going through every possible emotion.
My father ran away with Sara.
We do not know where they are. We just know they have been secretly seeing each other for almost two years now. I found that out because of the letter Sara gave me. They ran away to start life somewhere else because my dad got my high school friend pregnant, even though ‘they have been trying for over a year’ Sara said. They want to be a family. My dad is almost thirty years older than Sara. They both left. The two most important people in my life left... together.
My mom, and Sara’s mom, blames me for this. My mother threw me out of the house, never wanting to see me again. I had nowhere to go.
Jack left with his new girlfriend to another city. Bob used me at his own convenience. But had no true interest in me otherwise. Quark though helped me. He was freshly divorced and his kids went living with their mom. Quark let me stay in his place and would take care of everything. We did not have sex, in case you were asking. He had a friend who found me a small one bedroom, already furbished, apartment in a 12-apartment complex. He had another friend who got me a job as a cashier in a supermarket. I work at least thirty hours per week. He helped me move, and brought me groceries. We went shopping for the basics, like bed sheets and such. He gave me a bunch of stuff left over from his divorce with Diane. He was a true gentleman and told me that when he said he loved me almost two years ago, he meant it.
The building complex withholds a few young families, some older guys by themselves, and some older women by themselves. I was supposed to pay rent but the landlord offered me no rent to pay if we sleep together once a month. I agreed. On top of that, l managed to suck the dicks of guys occasionally in exchange for cash. It was a “mouth to ear” side business where my name was brought up and l would get a phone call.
My life had took a turn l was not expecting on the summer of my sweet sixteen. I went from being a dreamy teenager to a responsible young woman who, now, is only trying to survive.