“Do you want to grab a shower before I take you home?” I asked.
“Only if you join me,” she replied. So we went to my room and into the ensuite, and got under the steaming water, washing away the remnants of our fucking. I shampooed her hair and gently rinsed it, marvelling at its unusual golden color. She kissed me and I could feel my cock responding again.
“Greedy boy,” she teased, “do you want me again?” Wordlessly, I pushed her face first against the damp tiles and fucked her violently from behind, my vision blurring as I saw the face of the weasel, then Savannah crying and telling me to stop. I could hear the melody and Bess’ tinkling voice singing along, though I couldn’t make out the words.
“Harder, fuck me harder!” Briar pleaded and we both came quickly. I felt unsure after, like I’d done something wrong, like I’d become my dad in those visions I’d had of the past. I got out of theshower and dried myself off.
“What’s wrong?” Briar said, her face flushed from the water and the afterglow of fucking, “that was intense. I loved it.” I grinned, my worries melting away. I loved it too, the roughness, the feral desire. I wasn’t my father. I just had to stop my thoughts seeping into my life in real time. We dressed and then just before we were about to leave, Briar noticed Bess sitting on my bedside table.
“Where did you get that?” she whispered, her demeanour changing.
“Ah Bess. She’s a family heirloom. Why?”
“No reason,” Briar replied. But for the duration of the car journey home, she was silent and when I got to her house, she got out without a backward glance. What the fuck?
* * *
My father had invited me to the beach house for a “man’s night” for my birthday. It was on Plum Bank Beach, high on a bluff with a killer view of the ocean. I arrived just as it was going dark. I paid the driver and made my way up the wooden steps to the house. Parked outside the front door was a cherry red Land Rover with a big, white bow on it.
My dad opened the door and embraced me.
“Hey son! How d’you like your new set of wheels?” he said, looking smug. I was happy as fuck. Now I couldescape my mother whenever I felt the need.
“Thanks dad,” I grinned, as he handed me the keys. My dad looked worn out and teary-eyed. The shadows under his eyes and redness around his nostrils informed me that he’d been partying already. He took my luggage and placed it next to the door.
The house was very plush; the décor was chrome and brilliant white with cool landscape art on the walls. It had two bedrooms and a large living room with a ninety-inch TV and black leather Italian sofas. I heard giggling from one of the bedrooms and two hookers stumbled out, each clutching an open bottle of champagne. One was blonde and wore a red PVC dress and clear platform shoes and the other had dark hair and wore some lacy black lingerie and black PVC thigh high boots. I swallowed hard, my cock beginning to sprout, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to fuck a random slut. I still felt a bit rattled after my shower session with Briar, who had been ignoring my calls.
“This is my son Caspian, the birthday boy,” my dad said, grabbing the blonde whore’s ass. The dark-haired girl came closer to me, offering me a glug of the champagne. I took a swig, enjoying the fizz as it went down my throat.
“Hey Caspian,” she said, “I’m Mona and that there is Angel.”
“MMM you’re no angel!” dad said crudely as he groped the blonde girl’s tits. I suddenlyfelt very cornered, and not sure what was expected of me.
I blinked and saw train tracks and knives glinting in the moonlight and I heard the squelching of cocks going in and out of holes, and the muffled whimpering of a girl in pain.
“Caspian?! Caspian?!” my dad said, clicking his fingers in front of my face. I was back in the room, and Mona was cutting up cocaine on the black glass coffee table.
“Braiden, are you sure he can have some? He’s just a kid,” Mona said worriedly, licking the remnants of coke off dad’s black Amex.
“Not tonight,” dad said happily, “my boy is now a man! Go on son,” he handed me a metal straw. The whores looked at me expectantly and I swore I could hear an indecipherable whisper, a voice like tinkling bells. I knelt down and snorted, my head spinning as the cocaine entered my system. Angel clapped her hands.
“You’re gonna be a bad boy just like your daddy aren’t you,” she cooed and then crawled seductively over to my father undoing his zipper and getting out his cock. There was just some things a child shouldn’t see, and his dad getting blown by a hooker was one of them. Oddly, I was fascinated by her technique; the garish fluorescent acrylic nails that pumped my dad’s shaft, as eagerly over made-up eyes stared into his. The way she began to finger herself and lubed up his cock even more by spitting on it.
My dad had his hand in her peroxide hair and was pulling her onto him, ramming his dick down her willing throat as far as it would go. My cock was painfully erect, and I felt Mona turn my head away from the illicit scene.
“Come on, let’s go to the bedroom,” she murmured.
Numbly, I followed her. The bedroom was elegant and chic with a California king bed strewn with different coloured velvet bolsters and pillows. Mona walked over to the bedside table where an unopened bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket. She expertly popped the cork and giggled as the champagne fizzed out all over the shaggy orange rug. Without preamble, she undressed leaving her boots on. I stood frozen in the middle of the room, cock erect, mind in shambles. Mona sat at the end of the bed and drank from the bottle, coarse as she was.
“Come and sit next to me,” she said, laughing at my hesitation, “it’s OK I won’t bite!” I perched on the end of the bed, and chanced a look at her beautiful, naked body. Her skin looked so smooth, and her rosy nipples stood out on end, begging to be touched. She took my shaking hand and placed it on her breast. I gasped as I felt her nipple harden further. She then lay back on the bed and opened her legs, showing me her shaved, pink pussy. I could see that she was wet.Fuck it,I thought and knelt down on the floor pulling her gaping pussy towards me as I licked her sticky lips. She moaned with pleasure, and I could feel her hole grip my fingers as I slid theminside her and gently finger fucked her. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me deeper inside her, fucking my hand so hard that I thought she was going to break my bones. My mind began to wander. I didn’t really want to put my dick in this girl. Who knew how many guys she’d fucked. I felt her vaginal walls gripping my fingers like a fucking suction cup. She gave one last almighty thrust and then I felt her juice leak out all over my hand. I felt a bit repulsed and wanted to go outside and get some air.
“But don’t you want me to blow you?” she said, clearly put out by my indifference.
“Nah, I’m good. Enjoy yourself. I’m sure my dad wouldn’t mind another pair of willing hands,” I said, throwing her a fake smile as I left the room, grabbing my bag and making my way onto the impressive terrace. There were some loungers and a hot tub, that bubbled merrily away. The sky was full of stars and the crescent moon glinted. I breathed in the salty sea air and leaned over the railing, turning with a start as I heard moaning. My dad’s patio door was open, as were the blinds and I could see him fucking Mona while Angel was rimming his ass. Whores. They made me feel dirty. I liked sex but with respectable girls of my own standing.
But isn’t Briar a slut?A voice in my head argued. I guess she was, but these girls were the scourges of society. Cheap, tacky and brash. I kicked myself for being somewhat of a hypocrite and went and lay on one of the loungers. Savannah wasn’t a slut, she was a good girl, someone in love who was betrayed bythose she loved and trusted. I unzipped my bag and took out Bess.
“How am I supposed to save you Savannah?” I whispered as I looked at the cracked, porcelain face of the doll, “you know Bess, you’re still pretty, even though you’re a bit broken. Is that what I am? Damaged?!” When she didn’t reply, I giggled stupidly. Perhaps it was my mind that was fractured. I closed my eyes and drifted listening to the waves crashing on the rocks below. I was awakened by a little girl’s laugh.
