Call Me Baby
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Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - A man with a sketchy past gets the anal virginity of his girlfriend as part of a deal, only to find it is much, much more than he ever expected. Twists galore, a huge surprise, and payback in the form of bitchy karma reigns supreme in this tale of revenge. By the author of Hall-of-Fame honored Potential (5 books) and Attic Voyeur: The Incest Next Door, Fast Car, Let It Snow, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, The Kiss, A Dinner Surprise for Three, Alice in Dragonland, and The Tide.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Blackmail Coercion Consensual Reluctant Teen Siren BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Mystery Cheating Incest Father Daughter Anal Sex Cream Pie First Oral Sex Pregnancy
“We were drinking, yeah, and I was pretty drunk, I guess, but I said no. I know I did. A bunch of times. Didn’t I? Then why did I get off? Doesn’t that mean I might have wanted it? No, John knew. I told him I wasn’t ever gonna let him put that thing in my pussy. It was too big for me. I’m too young. He knew that. Why couldn’t he have been happy with another blow job? Damn it, what the fuck.”
“I swear, I don’t remember ever having sex with her,” John said. “We weren’t even dating. I just knew her, but I was a senior, and she was a freshman. If I did anything like that, she would have said something ... told somebody. I don’t even remember what happened to her. It was as if one day she was there and then she vanished. I never saw her again.”
After turning a few pages, Madeline said, “Here it is,” and started reading:
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the fuck! How could he say that? My own father said, ‘Jennifer, you know how you are. Always wearing those provocative clothes and hanging out with all those boys. How many times have we warned you about being loose? You know how you are, and boys pick up on that, take it as a yes.’ I looked at my mother for help, but she was nodding in agreement with my father. I got raped, and my father accused me of being a slut. So what if I like sex? I should still get to choose when and who. What the fuck am I going to do now?”
John said, “I promise, I swear, if anything like that really happened, I don’t remember it. I’m not that kind of person. Yeah, I might have drank a lot, used drugs, back then, but I was never that kind of person. And if you really thought I was, why would you be here with me all this time?”
“I wish I didn’t believe you.” She kissed him. “I do, but does that make it okay? Should that make Jennifer feel better?”
“No, of course not,” he said. “But if it happened, and she never said anything, what was I supposed to do?”
She shrugged.
“Madeline, let me loose. I want to talk, know all about this,” John said.
“You should call me, April, that’s my real name,” April said. “I hate Madeline. Can you imagine being named Madeline Wilcocks? What a horrible name that is. Can you imagine the nasty things high school boys would say to me with a name like that?”
“I saw your driver’s license. You’re Madeline Wilcocks, and you’re twenty-one and—”
“Fake,” April said and let his cock and cum slide out of her body.
“Why?” he asked. “I can’t make sense of this. Why would you do this?”
“I had to,” she said. “You never would have brought me home if you knew I was sixteen.”