Big Men of the House(30)

Todd's arms bulged with strength as he pounded in and out of me. I always pictured him having the biggest cock in school. So thick and meaty, pulsing with lust. I wanted to wrap my lips around it and taste him. I wanted to be his girl.



I imagined him softly kissing me on the lips after we'd just made love. The bed was a mess, sheets strewn about and pillows on the floor. His manly scent lifted me off the bed like a magician. His voice whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I wanted to live in that moment forever.



I rubbed my clit hard, feeling the pleasure coursing through my veins. My body jolted with every shock and sensation. I pictured myself on my knees with Todd's big fat cock being jerked off right in front of my face. I waited with my eyes closed and mouth open for his hot cum shower.



I dreamed of his dick shooting out spurts of white cum that hit my eyes and cheeks. Long strands of his seed covered my hair and face. Todd leaned back and moaned as he came all over me. It was like bathing in a tub full of milk. I licked my lips just to get a small taste of him, savoring every moment.



The pleasure was building more and more. I held back as long as I could until it was too much to handle. I let go, releasing my orgasm in full force. My body vibrated like an earthquake, shaking the entire bed. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I rode the waves of ecstasy. The pleasure was so intense that I had to bite my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming at the top of my lungs. I didn't want my parents to hear me downstairs.



The orgasm faded away, leaving me completely helpless. I couldn't move any part of my body nor did I really want to. I could tell that my wetness had soaked right through the bed sheets. It was a good thing that I wasn't going to sleep right away otherwise I would have to lay in it for the rest of the night.



“Ava,” my mom yelled from downstairs. “You better be doing your homework up there.”



Did they hear me? My door was shut and I barely made a peep. “Yes mom,” I called back.



My session with imaginary Todd was becoming a daily occurrence. I could barely keep my hands off myself when I thought about him. The worst was when it happened at school. I would be sitting in Mr. Draper's history class, day dreaming, and then I could feel my panties getting moist. I couldn't even concentrate until I masturbated. Sometimes I had to go to the women's bathroom and touch myself in the stall. Other times I went to the parking lot and did it in my car. It was getting ridiculous. How did one man have so much power over me?



My mom was right though, I really had to get my homework done. There was a huge history test on the Roman Empire that I didn't study for at all. In fact, I never even cracked the book open. I could admit that I was a big procrastinator but this was bad even for me.



I forced myself out of bed and put a pair of pajama pants on to match my over-sized summer camp t-shirt. I plopped down at my desk and turned on my lamp. I looked around for my Roman Empire book and found it at the top of my bookshelf. The book was so fat and heavy that I was surprised I had placed it so high on my shelf in the first place.



I stepped up on my chair and strained for the book, balancing myself at the same time. The textbook was a massive tome, easily a couple thousand pages. I knew I was only going to be able to skim it before the test tomorrow. I nudged the book out enough until I could get a good grip and pulled it loose. I lost my balance for a second and knocked a teddy bear that was sitting on the same shelf. It fell along with the history book and came crashing onto the floor.



I regained my footing and carefully stepped off the chair, thanking God that I didn't fall too. I picked up the brown teddy bear and noticed that it was heavier than normal. It weighed almost the same as the textbook. I remembered receiving it as a gift when I was six years old from my grandparents. They had just returned from a trip to Europe and it wasn't like any other stuffed animal that I had seen before. I carried that thing around with me where ever I went, never letting it out of my sight.



My head tilted to the side as I examined it closer. It was definitely heavier than I remembered it being. There was a slight movement in it's right eye and I could see a small camera lens inside. I froze in place, holding the teddy bear that had been spying on me. Who was watching me?



My first instinct was to rip it apart and throw it in the trash. But I had to know who put it here. I gently placed the bear back in its rightful place and sat down at my desk. I was fairly certain I was out of the camera's view and I pulled out a blank piece of paper. I started jotting down names; ex-boyfriends, guys from school, even girls that I thought might be interested in me. The last one I wrote down was my step-father, Noah.