Ryan and I had been dating for over a year and now that we had the summer off from school we'd been talking about taking our relationship further. He'd told me he had bought some condoms and I played the good girl and explained how I wanted to wait until I was older but at the same time I was enjoying the thrill of planning for our first time together. It was the first weekend in July and his father was going to be working out of town for the month and his mom was going to be leaving to do work for her university. She was going to go to New Guinea and work with some tribal people and try to document their language before it faded away and she'd be gone until September. Ryan was seventeen and old enough to be on his own so his parents were going to let him stay at home. For a whole month. My parents were divorced and they never talked to each other except through their attorneys. My father was distant and wrapped up in his job at a venture capital firm and my mom was equally distant and busy with her interior design business. Naturally, Ryan and I got the bright idea to tell my mom that I'd be with my dad for most of July and to tell my dad I'd be with my mom for most of July! We'd have almost the whole month together and it would be so romantic! As our day got closer we texted back and forth a lot and when we saw each other we were both pretty crazy for each other. Finally, it was July 2nd! I had my bag packed up and I kissed my dad on the cheek as I was leaving and he didn't miss a bit in his conversation with some guy in Singapore. He wasn't going to miss me at all and I realized he'd be happy to have me out of his hair for the month so he could focus on business. I caught the bus and instead of going to the train station like I'd told my dad I switched buses and was shortly at Ryan's house. I rang the front door and he didn't answer so I went around back and found the kitchen door open so I went in. I called out for Ryan and he didn't answer. I figured he must've gone out to get something and he'd be back so I went up to his room and put down my bag. Figuring to get comfortable and to get myself ready for the momentous occasion I changed out of my bus clothes and got into a comfy terry cloth halter-top sundress. I skipped the bra because it just didn't look good with the sundress and, besides, I wasn't planning to keep it on very long once Ryan got home! I also swapped my usual panties for a sexy thing I'd bought that had ribbons that tied at the hips. Barefoot, I padded down to the den and turned on the TV to wait for Ryan. I watched a movie for a while and then started to wonder where Ryan was. I texted him and he replied that he'd be home in about an hour. It was weird how he wrote because he wrote everything out instead of texting his usual, "Cya n 60". I made myself comfy and after about an hour I heard his car pull into the garage. I thought about running out to see him but then decided to just let him come to me and scoop me up and love me! I heard him come into the house and I could hear his car keys as they dropped on the kitchen counter. My heart beat faster as I heard him walk towards the den. I was all set to explode with joy when he came into the room... "Mr. Morris!" It was Ryan's father. "Hi, Alison. I take it you were expecting Ryan? Well, sweetie, he's on his way to New Guinea with his mother right now. See, I found out about your little plans and decided I didn't want my boy getting tangled up with you. He's going to go to Harvard and I'm not going to have you ruin that for him." I was shocked but I had to defend myself, "I'm not going to ruin anything for Ryan, I promise!" He put his hand up, "No, Alison, he'd fall in love with you and then skip Harvard so he could be closer to you and that's just not going to happen." He smirked a little, "So I bet you're wondering how I found out about your little tryst, aren't you?" I looked down at the floor in shame. "See, he uses a phone I pay for so I have it set up so I can monitor his activities. When I found out you two were planning to make a love nest out of my house I set it up to send him off with his mother. From his point of view this was a last-minute thing. I think he expected you to bail out of here the second I showed up. I kind of did, too." "So now you've got no one who's going to miss you for the next month and I suppose I'm going to have to decide what to do with you." It wasn't my thing to cry but I'll admit I was pretty close. "How old are you now, Alison?" I tried to stand a little taller as I replied, "I'll be seventeen in September." "So you're sixteen." He said it more to himself than to me. He just stood there for a minute. Maybe two. I could see he was doing some heavy thinking and I felt it best to just leave him alone. Myself I was thinking I was going to be in some deep shit at home but that in a few minutes I'd be changing back into my bus clothes and heading back home. Instead, Mr. Morris surprised me. "Well, before we decide what to do with you, let's have something to eat, shall we? Maybe you can keep me company in the kitchen while I do some cooking. I'll be back in a minute." Dinner? And WTF? Mr. Morris' whole attitude changed like he'd just flipped a switch in his head. He went from the stern father concerned about his son to being one of my friends. When he came back he was wearing a pair of exercise shorts and a polo shirt and he had me follow him to the kitchen. It was as if the whole mess was forgotten as he made small talk with me and started getting some sort of pasta dish going. He opened a bottle of red wine and poured some in the sauce and then poured two glasses. I didn't argue when he passed one of the glasses to me and I didn't argue when he refilled my glass again before the dinner was ready. The dinner was pretty good and Mr. Morris kept the wine coming while we ate and even after we ate. I'm not sure, but I think he had two bottles going. After we put down our plates he filled my glass one more time and had me join him back in the den. We sat at either end of the sofa and talked. He asked me a lot of questions about my plans for the future and he was not so happy when I let him know I didn't really know what I wanted to do. He asked a bit about Ryan and how serious we were and he kind of spun my head around when he got me to thinking that I was more serious than Ryan was. When he stood up and said it was time for bed I looked at the clock and saw that it was after nine. I guess that was bed time for Mr. Morris and with the wine I was ready to go, too. He took me by the hand and led me upstairs and everything was okay until he led me past Ryan's room. "Um, Ryan's room is back there!" I said. He nodded, "Yeah, of course." "Isn't that where I'm sleeping?" "Of course not. You're sleeping with me tonight. I enjoy your company and I'm not going to have you wander around this house all night so you're coming with me and that's final." He held my hand tighter and when we entered his room he closed the bedroom door and to my ears the sound was the same as a prison door slamming shut. There was one bed. Queen size. "Um, can I go get my pajamas? They're in Ryan's room." Mr. Morris thought about this for a moment. "No, I don't think you'll be needing them tonight. Maybe tomorrow morning you can put them on." My mind absolutely refused to process all of the information I'd just heard. It must've been the wine. "Mr. Morris, what am I supposed to wear to bed? I've just got this dress and a pair of panties on is all." "Then take off the dress and get in the bed. I'll get the lights." If I'd been sober I would have been running out the door but with the wine clouding my judgment and my being the kind of girl who'd never argue with an older man I waited for the light to go off and then I dropped the dress and slipped into the bed. The bed sagged on the one side as Mr. Morris sat on it and then swung himself into it. I rolled away from him only to have him scoot up to me and wrap his arms around me. "Mr. Morris! Please! I barely have anything on!" "Yeah, I know. You feel wonderful, Alison." His hands were all over me and I tried to keep my modesty but then he pulled my one shoulder over and got me on my back. He looked me in the eye. "You're a pretty girl, Alison. I can see what Ryan sees in you." And with that he kissed me full on the lips. It was a soft and gentle kiss that surprised me but at the same time I tried to push him back. Pushing him back meant my hands were no longer protecting my breasts and now his lips sought them out. It was at this point that I started to cry. I was scared and frustrated that there was nothing I could do to stop Mr. Morris. "What's this, tears? Are you afraid of me?" I nodded. "Well, I can't blame you." He got up from me and got onto his knees and reached for something at the headboard. "I didn't think I'd need these but maybe they'd make you feel better." I had no idea what he was talking about but I was enjoying my momentary reprieve from his attention as he fussed with whatever it was at the headboard. The next thing I knew he took one of my hands up over my head and I felt him put something soft but tight around my wrist. And then he did the same thing with my other wrist. "There, that's better." When he pulled the sheet back to expose me was when I realized he'd put some sort of restraints on me. He leaned in and suckled my nipple as my tears started again. His hands wandered over my body and down my sides and when he found the ribbons on my panties he pulled at the ties and then tossed the panties off the bed. Almost instantly he drove a finger inside me where nothing, and I mean NOTHING, had ever been before! Not even a tampon! I shrieked and screamed and that was when he slapped me, just once, to silence me. "None of that! Don't make me have to slap you again, you hear me?" I nodded, "Yes." "No, Alison, say, 'Yes, sir' " "Yes, sir." He spread my legs and gently lay himself on me. He kissed me again and ran his hands all over, dwelling on my breast and playing with my nipples and making them tickle. I could feel them harden as his fingers ran over them and the sensation made my toes tingle. When he drifted a hand back down between my legs his finger slid into me again but it wasn't a surprise this time so I just let it happen. He ran it in and out of me until it was slipping in and out without much resistance. It was more comfortable and even a little bit pleasurable. His kissing got more intense and when I felt his tongue at my lips I yielded. I wasn't a stranger to a French kiss and the familiar feeling helped me relax to where I didn't even notice when he started to grind himself against me. We were in the midst of a very deep kiss when I felt his cock wetly slide between my lower lips and I tried to pull my hips back from his probing flesh. He was patient and he just kept kissing me and exploring me and gently grinding into me. I imagined for a moment that this was what I'd been planning on doing with Ryan and now here I was with Ryan's father instead. I kept trying to picture Ryan as his father molested me and then I felt his father's grinding change from a grinding movement to a push. He pushed at me a few times and then I felt him get himself *just* inside my body. He stopped for a moment and looked me in the eye. "Alison, I want you to look at me. Don't take your eyes off of me. Understand?" I nodded yes as he pushed himself into me. My eyes went wide as I felt him move into me, pull back, and then move deeper into me. I caught my breath as I felt a pinch inside me and then he started kissing me again. The wonder of the fullness inside me was all I could think about as he kissed me and then, slowly, he started to move in me. "There, see," he said, "it gets better and you'll like it soon enough. You'll be doing this the rest of your life and you'll always think of this moment when you do." He punctuated each sentence with a thrust into my body. I allowed myself to get lost in the feeling. My whole universe was reduced to the many sensations of this man on me, touching me, kissing me, feeling me, and satisfying himself in me. I didn't even notice when he undid my hands. I'd wrapped them around him before I consciously realized he'd even freed them. He pulled back from kissing me to look at me and run his fingers through my hair. For some reason I did the same with him and was rewarded with seeing his eyes close as he pushed himself deep into me. My hands wandered down his side and I realized just how big he was. He was much bigger than his son the track star. Jeff was built more like a football player than the lithe boy I'd originally planned on being with this evening. My thoughts drifted back to Ryan and all the things he'd done to prepare for our romantic first time together. I thought of how bashful he must've been buying the condoms. The condoms! "Mr. Morris, are you wearing a condom?" He didn't stop his rhythm as he replied, "No, of course not. Sex isn't nearly as good when you have to use those damn things." "But I'm not protected!" "It's too late to worry about it now." He kissed me again to silence me and his thrusting took on a new urgency. It was pointless for me to try to push the big man off of me but I tried anyway and he responded by holding me even tighter. "Mmm, gonna come soon..." I pushed back at him again, "Please, Mr. Morris! No! I can't get pregnant! Not like this!" His one arm wrapped around me and held onto a shoulder while his other arm went round my waist as he pushed himself deep into me and then held himself there. I felt his cock throbbing inside me and felt the silent 'tick!' 'tick!' as his seed shot into my unprotected womb. He pushed into me again and I felt the 'tick' as yet more of his seed sprayed into me. He gently kissed me as we both started to calm down, his cock lingering inside me for a while until my body forced it out. He rolled off me and took a tissue from his bedside table and handed it to me. "You're going to need that. Now go to the bathroom and clean up." I held the tissue to my pussy and felt a little moisture as I made my way to the bathroom. I flipped on the light and looked at myself in the mirror and saw a girl who'd been made a woman. My hair was a mess and so was my carefully applied makeup. I was naked and holding a tissue in my crotch. I'd never be the same. I sat down on the toilet and let the tissue drop into the water. I took a moment to just get a sense of how everything felt and then I tried to pee. The moment I relaxed I felt thick fluid streaming out of me and I looked down to see it drain from my body. I was hoping I wouldn't get pregnant. He gently knocked on the bathroom door, "I've got your bag here in case there's anything you need. Except your phone. I put that away for safe keeping." I could hear him brushing his teeth and then he spit and was gone. When I finally was satisfied that no more fluid was going to come out of me I wiped and flushed. Going into the main bathroom I stopped to brush my teeth and then stood there wondering what to do next when he answered my thoughts. "Alison, come to bed." I flicked off the light and did as I was told. *** The light was just peaking in the window as I woke up. Jeff was asleep but he had a large hand on my chest and a leg over mine so I couldn't move without waking him. The effects of the wine were mostly gone and I was instantly and wide awake as the events of the evening replayed themselves in my mind. My hand wandered to my pussy and found it feeling sore but also feeling like it had always felt before. He stirred and I looked into his eyes. "Good morning, sweetheart! How're you doing?" He said this as if everything was just fine! Of course, what did I say? "I'm fine." "Good!" With that he got up on an elbow to look down at me. "You're even more beautiful this morning, you know that?" I looked away in shame. He rolled onto me and I thought for a moment he was just going to get up on the other side of the bed. I was wrong. "One secret I'm going to let you in on, Alison, is that most men always wake up with a hard on. Typically it's because we need to pee. But before I do that I'm going to see what else I can do with it." He pushed at me and things were tender down there. "I'm really sore. Do we have to do this?" He smiled, "Yes, (as he slipped into me) we do!" It wasn't like the night before when he took his time. This time he just started on me and I was just beginning to feel more comfortable as he caught his breath and I could feel him emptying himself in me. "There! That's the way you say good morning!" He got off me and took me to the shower and cleaned me up. Modesty didn't really matter now, did it? Afterwards we went down to have breakfast, him in his shorts and the polo and me in just the sundress. After breakfast I asked him if he had to go to work that day... which was a coy way of asking when I'd be able to leave. He shook his head as if he were about to tell me something that should've been obvious all along. "Alison, I took the month off so you and I can enjoy some quality time together!"