Golden Mustang: A Tale of Betrayal

Thomas and Cindy had been dating off and on for five years when they finally decided to tie the knot. Cindy had a daughter from a previous relationship, but this did not bother Tom. He tried everything to get along with Nichol, who was now 21. Every chance Nichol got, she reminded Tom he was not her real father and could not discipline her.

Thomas owned and adored a 1967 Mustang, which he had owned since high school. The car was modified and very fast. Nichol often made comments about stealing the car and taking it for a joyride. Tom soon began to blow these comments off as a way for her to get a rise out of him.

Thomas had been working late one evening when he received a jarring phone call from Cindy; Nichol had been in a car accident. But not just any car accident, one where she was driving his Mustang. He flew home in a rage.

When he got home, the Mustang sat in the driveway with not much of a front end left. He rushed into the house. He needed no explanation when he opened the front door. Nichol lay on the living room couch watching television, a smug look on her face as he began yelling at her.

"I don't know why you're mad; someone cut me off. It totally was not my fault."

"Not your fault; you were not allowed to drive my car."

"Mom let me run to the store, so blame her," she said with a cold tone.

Cindy tried to calm Tom down, but the uncaring look he received from Nichol fueled his anger more.

"What are you going to do, stepdad, spank me?" she said with a sexual overtone.

"I am tired; I am going to bed." Nichol stood up from the couch and walked upstairs.

Later that night, Nichol's bedroom door opens and a shadowy figure enters. She lies completely still with her eyes closed, but she can sense someone looking at her. The comforter slowly moved off her body onto the floor. Wanting the excitement to grow, she keeps her eyes closed. The individual moved slowly onto the bed and hovered over her before rolling her onto her stomach. Reaching up beside her, the intruder grabbed her panties with both hands and ripped them from her body.

The shadowy figure began to rub and caress her firm butt cheeks. Then a little playful tap on each cheek.

"Oh, yes," she softly moans. "Are you going to discipline me now, stepdad?"

Nichol reached back to touch his hands, but the stranger pulled them from discovery. The playful tapping slowly becomes harsh. Skin slapping against warm flesh caused a stinging sound. Nichol's arousal increases as her vagina becomes wet and inviting.

"Okay, stop with the foreplay; fuck me if that's what you're here to do."

The figure hesitates, and then two fingers slide into Nichol's heated tunnel. The juices surrounded the fingers completely. The movements begin slow and unsure.

"It's okay; it will be our secret," she whispers into the dark room.

The vaginal penetration became more intense with the shoulder and arm forcing more of the hand past the light pink lips. Movement in and out increased the lubricating liquid, allowing more of the fingers to enter. With each stroke came a louder and more intense verbal response to the activity.

"Oh fuck faster, I want cum," she screamed out.

The response from the figure is immediate. The vaginal vault walls stretched to accept the whole hand. Nichol found the intense feeling of ecstasy exceptionally hard to contain. As the hand moved quickly in and out of the juice-filled vault, quick, rapid, small orgasms jolted her soul.

"Oh my fucking God," she screamed out.

The figure, who became more comfortable with the violation, increased movement of their arm. Pounding the hand into the vault with careless disregard, which made Nichol's vagina respond with more hot liquid.

Suddenly, Nichol found her clit being gently tapped as the pounding continued. Once again she tried to touch the hand's of the one who bravely entered her room and brought hot passion to her young body. Both hands withdrew, and the penetration stopped.

"No, please don't stop. I won't try to touch you again, I promise."

There is an eerie silence in the room for a moment. Then the hand is reintroduced into the hot vault. The motion becomes more disparate. A strong sense of hastiness can be observed from the strong thrusts.

"Oh shit, you're really going to make me cum now," she squealed out.

The thrusts become more intentional as a request to the finale. Nichol's back arched and her body convulsed as she let out a high-pitched scream with the intense orgasm.

"Oh my fucking god," she softly moans. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sweet."

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