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I wake up on the floor. Somehow my entire bed has tilted up and dumped me out. This is a dream, right? I’ve been using those energy tinctures Meg sells to finish up my A.P. History paper and she warned me about this. Or was it hallucinations? Either way I crashed about an hour before dawn. But then the bed lowers to reveal my Stepdad, Jerry, and he does not look happy.

I try to stand but he knocks me back down with his foot. “Pack your shit. You got an hour to get out of my house.” What? Is he kidding? He’s got to be kidding. I stare up at him. He doesn’t look like he’s kidding, and Jerry’s not known for his sense of humor. He glares down at me. I stare back, confused. I haven’t done anything! At least I haven’t done anything that would get me thrown out of the house. He’s a Tapir Beastman that Mom started dating after Dad didn’t come back from the war. No! Not like that! He went AWOL with a hooker. Jerry and Mom just celebrated their 10th wedding anniversary. What the hell is going on? “One hour, Riyah. I want you out.”

“And what does Mom have to say about that?”

He scoffs. “What your whore of a mother thinks no longer matters in this damn house. She left, and you’re next!” He walks out of my bedroom and down the stairs. I hear him moving around the kitchen making breakfast. I stand there, trying to process all this. What the FUCK is going on? I know they fight but he wouldn’t throw her out, would he? I walk down the hall to their bedroom. No Mom. I go in. All her stuff is gone. No clothes. No makeup. No jewelry. What? What the- I need answers. I run down the stairs and head into the kitchen.

“What the fuck is going on Jerry? Where’s Mom? Where is her stuff?” I grab his arm and try to make him look at me. “Answer me!” He nods at the table. I see the note. Snatching it up I start reading, and the more I read the more my stomach drops. Apparently Mom was having an affair with her boss… while sleeping with her personal trainer… and fucking the quarterback of my high school’s football team. And they left last night to start a new life together in Florida. I read the note again. And again. And Again! But the words don’t magically change, nor do I think I’m misunderstanding them.

“So I guess you really didn’t know.” Jerry scoffs, shaking his head and flipping pancakes. “I didn’t want to believe it. You two share about every damn thing.”

It’s too early in the morning for this shit. I flop into a chair trying to wrap my head around what’s happening. “I- I… Of course I didn’t know! If I had known I would have talked her out of it! Because this is abso-fucking-lutely insane!” I bury my face in my hands. I need to think. I need to clear my head.

“Aw,” Jerry smiles, “I didn’t know you cared so much about me Riyah.” He makes a kissy face at me. I recoil. I’ll never understand what Mom saw in him.

“I don’t. I care about food in my belly and a roof over my head.” I grit my teeth and scream. “She couldn’t have waited another year? She couldn’t have waited until I moved out for college? She knew how much work I have ahead of me this fall!” I give Jerry my most pitiful look. “You can’t throw me out. Please. I just need the summer and next school year…and that summer. Then I’ll be out of your life forever.” I make myself tear up. “Please Jerry. Don’t I mean anything to you?”

He stares at me with dead eyes. “You’re not my fucking kid.”

“SERIOUSLY!?!” I smack the table. “You can’t kick me out! Don’t you have to evict me or something? Give me a 30 day notice or something?”

“No. You’re not renting from me.” He pauses, considering. “Though if you want to start paying rent, we could come to an agreement. Don’t give me that look! I have bills! Unless you can contribute something you’re just dead weight.”

“It’s just mean! I didn’t do anything to you! Why are you punishing me?”

He shrugs. “Can’t punish her. And I know it seems unfair but unless you can help somehow…”

“How? You know how many extracurriculars I have? I barely have time to sleep!”

“Well, get you one of those online things. Sell pictures of your feet or something. Get a PoundTown account. Hell, I’d subscribe.” Oh, gods above and below he did not just say that! I suppress a shudder. “Look, I'll give you a week to find somewhere to go. Maybe one of your friends will take you in?”

I stutter trying to think of anything to say. Finally I just give up and head back upstairs to my bedroom. Grabbing my phone I call Mom. I’m gonna…What am I going to do? Convince her to come back? Get her to pay Jerry rent money? I can’t even get her to answer her damn phone! I leave a voicemail telling her to call me back immediately! 10 minutes later she responds, by text.

“Sorry. Not getting a good signal right now.”

Really? REALLY? We go back and forth for several minutes. Me, explaining how bad my situation is. Her, trying to justify her stupid decisions. She’s even less helpful than Jerry. Telling me to just come down to Florida and start over with her. How am I supposed to do that without money? I try to explain that I need to stay here and do everything to boost my transcript, qualify for scholarships, and get into a good college. She responds with, “Sorry, Honey. Sometimes you just have to settle for less. You tried, and that’s what really matters.” How dare she!?! Holy Shit! Now I want to hurt her just as bad as Jerry does. I end the conversation and block her.

Okay, Riyah. Deep breath. You are definitely the smartest person in the school. All the standardized tests have shown you have amazing problem solving skills. You can figure out a solution. Just start breaking down your options and pick the best course of action.

Option 1: Live in your car. Plus? Uhm… Minus: Still need money for food, gas, and other necessities. No bathroom. No shower. No privacy. Would seriously impact grades and transcript. So, no.

Option 2: Move in with a friend. Plus: I can actually think of a couple of people in my study group who would let me live with them. Minus: Huge disruption to my life. Too many variables that I can’t account for that could derail my final year and prevent my Five Year Plan from coming to fruition.

Option 3: Pound Town?Amateur Porn/Feet Pics. Plus: Potential to make a lot of money. Wouldn’t take up as much time as a part time job. It’s just nudity and/or sex. Minus: Would definitely hurt my chances at a lot of scholarships. Not sure I want everyone to know what I look like naked. Could make this last year of school really awkward.

Option 4: Convince Jerry to let me stay. Plus: Nothing changes! Minus: I don’t know what to offer him in exchange for letting me stay here.

Or do I….

He did mention he would subscribe if I had a PoundTown account. He always stares just a little too long when I’m wearing a bikini. I mean, like the amateur porn, it’s just sex. But it’s sex with, ugh, My Stepdad. What? I don’t have anything against Zoeanthropes! There’s several in my Study Buddy group and I’ve slept with all of them. Don’t look at me that way. Relationships are distracting. They interfere with my goals and plans and lead to unnecessary drama. And masturbation doesn’t always clear my head enough to stay focused. Sometimes you just need another person to share your bed for a little while. A person has physical needs and we agreed to help each other out. I just need a way to sell Jerry on a similar idea.

It comes to me in an instant. I run down to the kitchen where Jerry is scraping his plate into the trash. There’s still a stack of pancakes and several pieces of bacon on the table. I’m hungry but know I’m not getting fed unless I can convince him to do me, er, this. He’s wearing nothing but boxers, old ones that sag almost as much as his belly. I remind myself I don’t need to find him attractive, he just needs to be attracted to me. I slap the counter to get his attention, making him almost drop the plate into the trash. He gives me an irritated look.

“Okay! I’ve got an idea. Do you know what FreeUse is?”

He crosses his arms, leaning against the counter. “Yeah. Do you?”

“Of course. I’m offering you the chance to fuck me Every Single Day until I move out. You can do Whatever, Whenever, Wherever and However you want… to…to me.” I hold a finger up. “As long as it doesn’t interfere with my extracurriculars. In short, I won’t ever say no to…whatever perverted thoughts roll around in your head as long as it doesn’t interfere with my Five Year Plan. I am fully willing to be your FreeUse Keyhole starting today.”

“And in exchange for becoming my fuck toy, I let you stay here, and feed you, clothe you, and pay for anything you need for school?” He rubs the back of his neck. “Have you really thought this through, Girl? I mean do you really think I’m going to agree to this?”

“Oh yeah!” I walk towards him, never breaking eye contact. “I think you will. You’re hurt. Mom did you dirty, and you want revenge. You want to hurt her like she hurt you.” I slide a hand into his boxers and finally understand why Mom stayed with him as long as she did. (while also being even more confused about why in the hell she left him!) “Now you can’t get to her, but I’m still here. And you said you’re taking it out on me anyway… ” He starts to stiffen. Sweet Goddess it gets bigger!?! “A-a-AND imagine how she would feel if…WHEN she finds out you’ve made her Sweet Baby Girl into your personal cumsock.”

He looks me up and down, thinking my offer over. “And you’re okay with this? Being a FreeUse Keyhole to do with whatever I want until you leave for college?” I nod, smiling as I keep stroking his massive cock. “Long as I don’t make you miss any of these activities of yours?” I nod again, flicking his nipples with my tongue. Am I really this desperate? Unfortunately, yes. With a chuckle he drops his boxers, freeing his dick. “Okay. Suck it. And you better swallow.”

I stare down at it. I’ve been with Beastmen before, and they all have dicks that put a human to shame. But Jerry has the biggest one I’ve ever seen outside of a porn video. It’s also shaped differently than any other one I’ve encountered. Beastmen have a variety of shapes, colors, barbs, ridges and more that rival any sextoy manufacturer but Jerry’s has a head that reminds me of a Bearguy’s that a couple of inches back flares out like a rounded pyramid and the shaft is almost as thick as my wrist. I kneel down, not sure if I can even fit it in my mouth! And I promised him anything he wants?

I decide to start slow, licking and kissing my way down his shaft until I reach his heavy, pendulous balls. I definitely can’t fit them in my mouth! Doesn’t matter. I can still lick, and kiss, and suck on them while stroking his veiny cock. Jerry barks out some barely intelligible cuss words. I laugh. He is definitely not my type, and I wouldn’t be doing this if I had any other options, but his dick almost makes up for it.

I take my time working my way back up, massaging his balls while dragging my tongue along the entire length of the underside of his dick. I kiss the head, looking up at him while biting my lip. “What do I get for being a Good Girl, Daddy?”

“First time you’ve ever called me Daddy.” He laughs. “Tell you what, every time you blow me, and swallow. I’ll feed you.” Uhm…I’m gonna be sucking his dick 2 or 3 times a day! What the hell? Ugh, I should have negotiated more before agreeing to this. Now he gets to set the terms and what I’m going to get in exchange for being his cum dumpster. I giggle, putting on a front so he doesn’t see how much I’m dying inside.

“DEAL!” I smile, stroking him and looking into his eyes. Without breaking contact I take as much of his cock into my mouth and throat as I can. I go slow. My tongue working his shaft until the head presses against my tonsils. There’s still enough left for me to keep jerking him off. I pull back, sucking my cheeks hollow until just the tip remains between my lips, then dive in again. He grips the counter tightly, keeping up a steady stream of grunts, groans, and dirty talk. I pop off his cock long enough to rip open my pajama top and shove his dick between my breasts. He thrusts, gripping my hair tightly in both hands, fucking my face with a vulgar zeal. We lock eyes. I stare up in complete surrender, letting him know my body is his to with as he pleases. He stares back, eyes full of warring emotions. Lust. Revenge. Triumph, and more. He bellows my name while his dick swells, balls tightening, sending the first gooey load down my throat. He doesn’t need to, but he holds me there until he’s drained them dry. Until my belly is full and my mouth overflows, spilling his hot jizz all over my sweaty breasts to run down my belly.

He leans heavily on the kitchen counter, trying to catch his breath.I lean back on my heels, wiping sweat slick hair from my face. I catch him staring so I wipe myself with my fingers, sucking each one clean until I’ve gotten most of his cum off me. Then I give him my best flirty grin. “Do I get breakfast now, Daddy?” He nods at the table and I fix myself a plate. I’m surprised by how hungry I am, and how much I manage to eat after…Well, you know. Jerry walks on shaky legs to the table and flops into a chair. “So,” I say between mouthfuls of bacon, “Sucking you gets me fed. What does fucking my pussy get me?”

“Rent.”

“For how long?”

He grabs a piece of bacon. “Probably, until I decide to fuck you again.” He holds up a hand to stop me protesting. “You’re the one who came up with this, okay? I’m just telling you how it’s gonna be moving forward.” I can’t really argue with that and kick myself again for not negotiating better terms before sucking his dick.

“What about clothes, school supplies, or other things?”

“Depends. Look, we’ll have to take it on a case by case basis! Maybe I’ll get you to do something a little kinky. You know, handcuffs, or role playing or doing it somewhere we might get caught. Or Hell, giving you to someone else for a couple of nights.” I glare at him. He wouldn’t! That’s not… He… Fuck! He could do it. I only made 1 demand on my end. “Or I could keep it simple and pound that ass of yours. I nearly choke on my orange juice. I’m not sure how that thing’s going to fit in my pussy! But my ASS! Not that I could stop him if that’s what he wants. “I’m going to take a shower. Got an 11 o’clock tee time with the guys.” He grabs his boxers and heads up the stairs. “You mind cleaning up?”

“I got it!” I straighten up the kitchen, thinking about what just happened and how much things are going to change around here. How much they’ve already changed… I decide that’s going to be something for future Riyah to think about and head back upstairs for a nap. It’s midafternoon before I wake up again. Looking out my window I see Jerry hasn’t returned yet. I have vague memories of a dream where I was grey haired and wrinkled and still living here as his Keyhole. Ugh, that is not happening. Two Summers and senior year and I’m out of here for good! I don’t care how big his…

I wonder why Mom didn’t tell me she was leaving? I mean, seriously? I know she had an active sex life with Jerry. Even being on the other end of the house behind closed doors I know how active their sex life was. Judging by the number of passive aggressive notes left in our mailbox, so did the neighbors. Whoever invented noise canceling headphones deserves the Nobel in my opinion. I glance at my phone while the bathtub fills up. Maybe I should try and call her back? Get some answers?

No. Not today anyway. I’ll give it a week then call her again. Maybe by then she’ll be ready to actually talk and answer my questions. I light some sandalwood scented candles, put some Lovecock’s bath oils into the water, then slide into the tub. I make a note to get more bubble bath as I sink down, leaving only my face visible in a sea of pink, fluffy foam. “Relaxation playlist.” Soft instrumentals mixed with nature sounds fills the room. I find it impossible to clear my head and relax though. My mind keeps drifting back to my predicament and Jerry.

I mean, yes, it is weird that I’m fucking my Stepdad, especially considering I don’t really like him or find him attractive. But, I’m not attracted to some of the other guys I sleep with from my Study Buddies group. And I’m not someone who needs an emotional connection to sleep with someone, honestly. They fill a need for me. It’s like masturbating, just a little more complicated, and with other people involved. And I know it’s technically prostitution, in a way, but is anything really wrong with that? We’re both benefiting from the situation. Honestly, given the circumstances and how little I had to work with, I'm pretty proud of how I handled things and fixed the problem. (Outside of negotiating better terms for my side of things but, no one’s perfect.) I’m sure some prudish, uptight, moral crusader might find something wrong with all this but why should I care what they think?

I don’t know what time Jerry got home. I discover it when he whips my towel off as I step out of the bathroom and throws me over his shoulder. “Time for you to pay some rent, Riyah.” I squeal, partly from fear, mainly from excitement if I’m honest with myself. The towel on my head joins its twin on the floor as I’m carried down the hall towards my…passed my room. Where is he taking me? Oh Shit! He isn’t gonna let his golf buddies play a few rounds on my holes is he? I get my answer when I land with a thump and find myself looking at the ceiling in Mom’s bedr-…Jerry and Mom’s bed-…Jerry’s bedroom!

He stands next to the bed, animalistic cock ready for action, and a filthy smile on his face. Part of me doesn’t like this. I know I said he could have me anywhere but, in the bed he shared with my Mom? It feels wrong on some level. Before I can say anything though Jerry’s on top of me. He starts kissing, licking and nibbling his way down my body starting with my ears, then my neck, breasts, stomach… Simultaneously he slips his rough, powerful hands between my legs finding my sweet spot and making my toes curl. Soon, fingers are joined by lips and tongue and I can’t focus on anything else. I feel like…wasn’t there…a thing I wanted to…words? Maybe? My brain doesn’t seem to know how to…Brain anymore? Sweet Goddess! I’m even more confused about why Mom left now! My skin feels like it’s on fire. My breathing is quick, sharp, and shallow. I grab a pillow, covering my face as my body writhes under his oral assault. Reaching my breaking point I quiver all over, arching my back and howling into my makeshift muzzle, acutely aware I’ll be the subject of the next passive aggressive note. Jerry doesn’t stop, continuing to pleasure me until I’m forced to push him away with shaky legs almost completely devoid of strength.

I lay there, gulping air, feeling the sweat cool on my naked body. He leans in, and not even the smell of cheap beer and sweat is enough to knock me out of this blissful afterglow. None of the boys I’ve been with before have left me like this. He’s saying something, but I’m not really paying attention. Something about apples falling from trees I think? He raises up and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my wet pussy. I want it. I want him to fuck me senseless with it, and I manage to focus long enough to tell him this. He obliges.

I come up off the bed, trying to even draw a breath as Jerry slams the full length of his rod into me. He pushes me back down, clamping a hand around my throat to pin me to the mattress. He’s forceful, taking me with long, powerful strokes that rattle the bed. My eyes roll back while inhuman noises explode from my throat. Locking my ankles around his waist, clawing at the sheets, I’m quickly overwhelmed by the raw sensations flowing through me. It doesn’t take him long to break me. My back arching, hands hammering the mattress as I scream through another mind melting orgasm.

Jerry rolls me over, pulling me to my knees. I moan, surrendering completely to the thick tool he slides into my willing hole. Gripping my wrists he pulls me up and back with each thrust, sending shockwaves through my whole body. My head flops, whimpering noises spilling from drooling lips, while my Stepdad continues to make me his cocksleeve. He calls me that, and more, while continuing to dominate me completely. Once again I’m driven into a climax that leaves me with muscles of taffy and a head full of cotton before being roughly dropped face first onto the bed. Every inch of me is simultaneously hot and cold at the same time. I am so worn out I can barely move a muscle. How has he not cum yet?

Jerry hooks his arms under my legs, pushing me into a mating press. Whimpering against this fresh violation I don’t hear Jerry at first. I mumble something. He barks it out, loud enough to make me notice. “I said, Look at me!” We lock eyes while he fucks me again. Like before I can see a storm of emotions in his eyes. Lust. Anger. Satisfaction. Victory. He keeps up the name calling, peppering it with vulgar promises, and demands I tell him how much I love being his Fuck Toy. A dry mouth and quivering voice make it hard to answer but I somehow manage. I squeal through another orgasm. The rhythmic slap of his balls on my ass is barely audible over the sounds spilling from our lips before he finally reaches his own climax. The first spurt of his hot cum lands deep inside of me. He thrusts a couple of more times before burying his full length into my pussy. Spunk fills my throbbing slit until it overflows onto the sheets. With a final grunt he falls beside me on the bed.

We lay there, exhausted and sore, dozing away the rest of the afternoon. I manage to crawl back to the bathroom and get myself cleaned up again. Laying in the tub I go back over the day and once again try to make sense of it. Jerry comes in, tells me he’s ordering a pizza and heads downstairs. Well, I know what I’m doing after I get out of the tub. I stay in until the water is cold, then wrap another towel around me before heading down. The sight that greets me at the bottom stops me cold.

Jerry has the pizza delivery girl rolled up on her shoulders, piledriving her pussy with MY COCK…er,uh…with his cock…HIS COCK! (Not mine. He can fuck whoever he wants with that Bitch Breaker. I, I don’t care.) SHe looks familiar but it’s hard to tell with the faces she’s making. Oh Goddess, did I look like that while he was… NO! I looked sexy, not like, well, THAT! Jerry sees me, and waves me over. “Good timing, Riyah. I was giving the pizza girl her tip, but she said I can’t creampie her.”

“It…Oh. OH!...t-takes toooooo long to…clean up…”

“Whatever. I’m getting ready to cum, so get over here and swallow it. I’ll count that for your dinner tonight.” What?!? He really wants me to put his dick in my mouth, fresh from some strange bitch’s pussy? No! I am not… going to be homeless so I kneel next to them, mouth open and tongue ready. Jerry pulls out, dick starting to spray before he can get it to my lips. Pizza Girl rolls out of the way in a way that suggests she’s done this plenty of times before. Out of my non-jizz covered eye I see her slipping her shoes and pants back on. Right side up I instantly recognize her as Meg Maidenhead. We go to school together! She’s got a reputation as one of the biggest Beastsluts the school’s ever seen. (She’s also a witch that sells various potions on the side.)

Jerry finishes up, pulling his cock free and taking the pizza into the kitchen. Meg pulls me to my feet before licking my face clean. Then she kisses me, tongue darting into my mouth to look for any jizz I haven't swallowed. My cheeks are full. I couldn’t swallow fast enough, so she gets plenty for herself. She looks back at me while standing in the door. “Damn Riyah. I always suspected.” I stutter, trying to think of some way to explain this so she doesn’t tell everyone in our class. “Oh, Don’t worry. I'm not gonna tell anyone we’re Dick Sisters. But I'm definitely gonna be the one delivering to this address from now on.” With a laugh she closes the door.

This could get a lot more complicated than I ever imagined. But, I’m the one who made this choice, and honestly if a sore pussy, and occasional sex with another classmate, is the worst I’m going to put up with? It’s a good deal. I just need to figure out a way to keep him out of my ass for as long as possible. I can do this…Right? Right!?!?