Chapter 1

Bella bit her lip in a vain effort to hold back the tears. Her mother, Evie, had recently passed away, and Bella was unprepared for the emotional roller coaster ride that followed her death. Stepdad, Al, was lost in his own grief and not much help. Mom was the glue that made them a family, and now she was gone forever.

Bella had never met her birth father because her mom wasn't sure who he was. Evie had married Al after she got pregnant, and he was the only dad Bella had ever known. Al often commented that Bella was just like her mother. Evie's beauty and sexual prowess were widely known and Bella never felt she could compare. Her long dark hair and vivid blue eyes made her memorable, nevertheless. Her young, slender, body with full breasts, and rounded buttocks was very appealing to men. Bella also realized she was highly sexed, just like her mother had been. She craved human touch from an early age, and would do anything to get it. This was a trait that had gotten her in trouble more than once in her young life.

 

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Shortly after her mom died, her stepdad started bringing home other women. The walls were paper thin in their small home, and Bella could hear everything that was happening in her dad's bedroom. Tonight was one of those nights as her dad loudly banged his latest floozy. The woman screamed "fuck me harder, Al," over and over.

As she lay naked in bed listening, her pulse quickened, and she could feel herself getting wet. Bella's fingers moved over her clit, rubbing it until she was close to climax. Desperately craving penetration, Bella reached for her bright pink dildo, and quickly inserted it into her dripping, wet pussy. One hand was furiously rubbing her clit while the other hand was working the dildo to satisfy herself. It did not take long until Bella's own cries of passion drowned the noise from the next room. As the waves of pleasure subsided, Bella was aware that it was quiet in her stepdad's room too. Good, she thought to herself. She was tired of her father's selfish attitude of taking his own pleasure while she suffered alone.