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Football Sundae

By: peebudy



It's almost game time.

I've got a cold beer, some snacks and my favorite place on the couch. The only thing missing is my favorite person to watch the game with.

"SIMONE" I call loud enough so I know you'll hear me wherever you are. "THE GAMES ABOUT TO BEGIN!"

You know you're in trouble because you're late again, so you hurry downstairs to take your place on the couch next to me. But instead of sitting down, you top directly in front of me, standing between me and the TV, and I try peering around you to see the pregame show.

You're pouting and biting your lower lip, as you sway your hips from side to side. You can see I'm getting a little annoyed. So you turn around and pull your yoga pants down, bending at the waist until your pants are bunched up around your feet, and your hands are on your ankles.

You're still wiggling your hips back and forth and I'm no longer trying to look around you. Instead, I'm staring straight into your ass crack, watching your little brown pucker tensing and relaxing, and I know you're doing the squeezes that I love so much.

SPANK! I reach across an place a stinging slap on your right cheek, and you squeal with delight. You know you're being naughty and you know you're due for a good spanking.

I grab your right arm but don't have to pull, because you obediently turn around and lie across my lap. SPANK, SPANK, SPANK...three more sharp cracks come across your ass. Red marks are rising on your butt cheeks and I can see your pussy responding to the wicked attention you are getting. I'm so enamored with your beautiful ass that I miss the opening kickoff, which earns you another SLAP!

Each time my hand contacts your ass, you squeal sharply with delight, and suck air in through your clenched teeth. Your pussy is not glistening with moister and your lips are puffy and pulsating.

"Simone" I ask, who is your favorite Seahawk player?

"Matt Hasselbeck" you reply.

"What's his jersey number?" I ask

"Eight" you reply.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP four quick spanks to your right cheek.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP four quick spanks to your left.

Your ass is stinging but your pussy is tingling, and your nipples are rock hard and poking through the material of your blouse.

"Now stand up for me and strip off the rest of your clothes" I command. I see that the only game you're interested in will be played between your legs, but I really want to watch the Seahawks now.

"FINE" you say in a huff, and plop your naked ass on the couch next to me. I take a long swig off my beer and put my arm around your shoulder. You're hopeful that I'm changing my mind about playing with you, so you lean into me and my hand reaches all the way around to your right tit. I grab it and start rolling the nipple between my fingers, and you let out a small moan.

You place the bottoms of your feet together and pull them almost all the way to your bottom, so your knees are pointing in opposite directions, and your pussy if fully exposed and open. I prentend not to notice, and just go on rubbing and tweeking your nipple, and drinking my beer. I can see out of the corner of my eye, as I watch the game, that your cunt is getting puffier and wetter, and you're squirming a little in your seat, dying for some contact.

I put down my beer and reach my left arm across my chest in your direction. I hear you breath in sharply and open your knees a little more, expecting that I'm reaching for your puss or clit. Instead I just scratch a phantom itch on my right side, and then reach back and grab my beer again.

I see your legs sag a little with disappointment, but your pussy just keeps getting wetter with anticipation.

It's the end of the first quarter, and the Seahawks have a 3 point lead.

"Simone" I ask as the first commercial comes on. "Will you do me a favor?"

Your mind races to think of what deliciously nasty request I might be conjuring up in my head. I pause for several seconds to increase the tension in the air while you're waiting for me to finish that request.

"Will you please get me another beer, and that bowl of fresh cherries we picked up from the farmer's market today?"

"FUCK!" you say to yourself, as you pull yourself off the couch and stomp into the kichen to get the beer and snack like I asked. The commercials are still on so you do your best to try to divert my attention.

You straddle my legs and kneel on the couch facing me, so your pussy is just above my stiffening cock within my jeans, and your pert breasts are inches from my face. You start to rhythmically grind your pussy on my cock, dry humping me, in an effort to get me to forget the game and play with you. I just take another long hit off the beer bottle.

I swallow most of it, but then I lean forwarder and put my mouth on your left breast. You can feel the cold beer in my mouth, and the rising bubbles of the carbonation, as my tongue flicks over your nipple. You grind your hips a little harder and are moaning under your breath. Some of the beer leaks out of my mouth and runs down your flat belly and collects in the hair above your snatch. 

You put your hand in the trail of beer and start rubbing it into your skin, like it was a fresh load of cum from my cock. You bring your fingers up to your mouth and seductively start licking the beer off your fingers.

The game comes back on and I gently push you aside, expecting you to take your place next to me again. Instead, you dramatically fall in a heap next to me, as if I pushed you with all my might. I giggle at your lame attempt to get a rise out of me and you pout. 

You know how hard it is for me to resist your ass, so you tuck your knees up underneath you and lean down on your forearms. Your ass is just below eye level and nearly touching my right arm. You again start wiggling and clenching trying to get my attention. I ignore this and start enjoying the cherries.

"Won't you play with me....please?" you whine in your schoolgirl voice, looking back at me with a full pout on your face. "C'mon, Simone" I argue, "This is a very close game and the Seahawks are actually winning" We can play after it's over.

"But I don't want to wait that long" escapes your pouty mouth.

SLAP! I land a quick strike on your ass. "I don't remember asking you how long you WANT to wait. I'll take care of your pussy and ass when I'M good and ready, and not a moment earlier"

I feel a little bad, but not much, so I reach over and start rubbing the red area that I just rose up on your cheek. You keep trying to maneuver your ass so that my hand will touch your burning hole, but I only let it get close, and then pull it away before making contact with your pucker. The Seahawks are moving the ball and are close to going up by 10, and I'm getting a little more frisky.

"Simone" I ask "are we going to have ice cream sundaes at half time like we usually do?" 

"Yes" you blurt in a huffy who-cares-about-ice-cream kind of way.

"Good" I reply, go get the whipped cream and bananas, as I want to get started on them early."

"Well then, don't you need the ice cream too?" you ask with a very snotty tone.

SLAP! I lay a blow to your left cheek, "Just get this ass into the kitchen and get what I asked for"

You stand up to follow my orders, and I see that your pussy has been leaking on the couch. You wiggle your ass lewdly as you walk to the kitchen. You come back to the living room just as Steve Raible yells "Touchdown Seahawks", and with the Mare extra point, the boys have indeed gone up by 10. I tell you to get into the same position you were in before, and you squeal loudly as you think it's finally time that you'll get the pink part attention you've been craving since the game began.

I reach under your upturned butt and gently stroke your pussy. It's so hot and wet that I'm feeling a little badly for how much I'm teasing you, but I'm really enjoying it and I know you love it. I take the unpeeled banana and insert it into your pussy. You moan loudly as it fills you up and shriek as you feel the sensations on your lips. 

However, after a few quick strokes I take it out of you, and you push yourself back, trying to recapture the fruit in your hole. I start peeling it and break it in half. You look back at me with frustration as you watch me devouring the thing that was providing the only pink part pleasure of the day so far. I know you're watching me, so I eat half of the banana very slowly as I'm watching the game.

"I was enjoying that banana" you complain to me and I turn and just laugh. "You want it back?" I ask, and you say "YES", which is exactly what I wanted you to say. I take the other half of the banana and slide it into your pussy so the blunt end is engulfed by your pussy lips. "There you go" I say with a chuckle, "now hold that in place and don't let it slip out."

I see your pussy start to quiver. You are happy to finally be filled with something, but now you need to concentrate on not letting it slip out, when really you want to feel it, me, anything, slamming in and out of you to bring needed relief to your neglected pink parts.

I start rubbing your ass again, and you start moving it in time with my caress, hoping to feel my fingers enter your asshole. "You want your ass filled, don't you?" I ask. "YES!" you exclaim eagerly, before realizing what a playful mood I'm in. "Good" I say, and I let my thumb slide into your ass and start pumping in and out of you.

You're still concentrating on holding the banana, but you start to move your hips in time with my thumb, and I can feel your passion, and need for release, rise in your body. On the next thrust of your hips, I let my thumb slide out, and you start pushing your ass back at the air, trying to find it and reinsert it.

But my thumb is busy now, selecting the biggest and firmest 3 or 4 cherries out of the bowl. 

"Simone" I ask, "turn your head back toward me and open your mouth please." 

You do as you're told, and I present one of the selected cherries to you, stem-first. You open your mouth to take the whole cherry, and I pull it back and make a tsk-tsk noise with my mouth. "Just grab the stem with your teeth" I instruct, and return the cheery to your mouth. You bite down on the cherry stem and hold it in your teeth. I pull the cherry back toward me, removing the stem from the cherry. You're still holding it in your teeth, as you watch me inspect the freshly de-stemmed cherry, and then move it to your ass and gently insert it into your asshole. "MMMMMmmmmmmm" comes the low groan from your lips.

I take the stem out of your teeth and present you with the next cherry, stem first of course. It's about the size of a 50-cent gum ball, and your eyes widen as you can't believe I might do it again. You're right on the money, as I make you pull out the stem with your teeth again, and then insert the second cherry into your ass. 

We do this two more times, and now you have four cherries in your ass, and a half banana in your pussy. You fill filled, but unfulfilled, and you glance at the TV and see that there is 7:45 left in the second quarter.

"Simone" I say in a little more authoritative voice, you are to keep that fruit inside you until it's time to enjoy our sundaes. Now straddle my lap again and hand me that can of whipped cream.

You do as your told, and I squirt large amounts of whipped cream on each breast. For the rest of the second quarter, I'm licking and suckng the whipped cream off your tits. You're straddling my crotch, rubbing your clit against the folds of my jeans, but it's taking so much concentration to hold the banana and cherries inside you, you can't bring yourself off.

I see the frustration in your eyes and your pussy, and I smile to myself. Neither team scores, and after the longest seven minutes of your life, the half ends with the Seahawks still up by 10.

"OK babe" I say, time for you to go make our sundaes. I gotta go take a leak"

Your eyes open wide at the thought of having to navigate to the kitchen and make our sundaes while holding this fruit inside you. I giggle to myself and I walk to the bathroom, rubbing my throbbing erection though my jeans on the way.

I finish quickly and wash my hands, and then return to the kitchen to watch you suffer through a relatively simple task due to the foreign objects in your pussy and ass.

You have our sundaes almost done when I come up from behind you and reach under you all the way to your clit and start rubbing it. I whisper in your ear to give me the banana, and you slightly loosen the pressure in your pussy lips to let the banana slide out into my hand. I bring it to my mouth and savor the exotic flavor of the fruit mixed with the taste of your cum.

I kneel down behind you and put my mouth on your asshole. "Give me a cherry" I say..."BUT ONLY ONE" I add. You slightly loosen the grip of your asshole, and the last cherry inserted in your ass pops into my mouth. I bite down and enjoy this deliciously decadent snack, spitting the pit into the kitchen sink. I continue to tongue your ass, periodically telling you to release the next cherry. You show amazing butt control to be able to dispense and clench, so only one cherry pops out at a time.

You are hoping that the teasing is over and that soon my mouth, or cock or fingers will be deep within your pussy, bringing you the sexual release that you so madly desire. 

Instead I stand up, grab my ice cream bowl, and plop myself back on the couch. The second half is about to start, and the Seahawks are getting the ball. You come and sit beside me again, and pout while you eat your ice cream. 

Nate Burleson receives the opening kickoff of the second half and starts weaving through and around would-be tacklers, and the Seahawks are now up by 17 just seconds into the third quarter. We high-five each other, briefly forgetting this sexual game of cat and mouse we've been playing for the past 2 hours.

Feeling great about the game, and more and more sympathy for your situation, I let my hand lie in your lap and start fondling your extremely wet pussy.

On the next possession, David Hawthorne breaks through on a linebacker stunt and blind-sides the quarterback. Brandon Mebane scoops up the loose ball and rumbles 60 yards for another touchdown. The Seahawks are now up by 24 and seem to have this game in hand.

That game is over, and I think to myself that I'd better end this other game, before you go crazy from the constant teasing you've been enduring all afternoon.

"Simone" I ask

"WHAT?" you reply, your frustration evident in your voice.

"Do you trust me?" I ask

You squeal sharply and jump into my lap, because you know what usually comes after that question. "Yes, YES! I trust you." you say enthusiastically, as you start pulling my clothes off and kissing my face and neck.

Then get down on the floor on all fours, so we can enjoy the rest of the game together" I instruct, and I swear you flew from the couch to the floor telepathically, because I never saw you move!

I finish stripping off my remaining clothes as I kneel behind you. I grab my granite hard cock and place it at the entrance of your pussy. "FUCK back on me" I command, and you start moving your hips back to totally engulf my cock in your puss. You've been waiting all day for this so you just keep bucking back and forth on my cock. You are so wet with anticipation that your juices are running over my cock and I feel them dripping down my balls. 

You can't wait much longer, and your hand goes up to your clit to start rubbing. This tells me you're close, so on my next stroke, I pull out of your cunt and let my cock slip into your ass without breaking our rhythm. You shriek and squeal and shriek again at the wonderful feeling of having my cock in your ass, and you push back against me even harder.

'I...I....I...I'm...gonna...gonna....CUM!" you say in between the pounding your taking up your ass and the beating your applying to your clit. "Me Too!" I reply as I quicken the pace in your ass and spread your cheeks apart so I can watch my cock draw out and slam back into you with every stroke.

I push on your hip and you instinctively roll over on your back, but we keep fucking and manage the maneuver without having my cock slip out of your ass. I'm holding your legs straight up in the air now and ramming myself up your butt. Your hands are still furiously working your pussy. I sharply pull out of your ass and give my cock three good strokes with my hand, and my cum starts jumping out of me in long white ropes.

The first shot lands on your right breast, and the others trace a path down your torso, to your pussy, and the last glob lands on your asshole, which has yet to return to its puckered state, still gaping open in the diameter of my cock.

As I'm cumming all over you, you start to writhe and moan and wiggle in your own orgasmic bliss. You bring up your left hand and start rubbing and massaging my cum into your skin, and then bring your fingers up to your lips to enjoy the taste of my spunk.

Not to be outdone, I'm rubbing the cum into your pussy and asshole, and then offer my fingers to you to suck and clean as well. You reach for me and place my softening cock in your mouth, to clean the traces of cum from it, and to start coaxing it back to full attention.

The Seahawks game may have ended, but the action on this playing field looks like it's going into overtime!

Football Sunday



Steve usually comes over every Sunday for the football games.  Judy will make snacks and the three of us will watch the game and drink beer.  Judy and I often fantasize about Steve when we are making love.  I will talk about watching the two of them and we have really great sex.  After one session we were laying there and Judy said she wondered what it would really be like to have sex with another man in front of me...I suggested that we find out.  She said she could never do it.  I told her that if the right moment came up it would be fine with me...it would fulfill a fantasy of mine.

Anyway, several Sundays passed with our usual routine except Judy and I exchanged knowing looks.  One Sunday Judy said that she was going to go up and take a shower during half time and that she would be back for the second half.  We had been drinking all afternoon and were all very mellow.  Judy came down brushing out her hair.  She was wearing one of my tee shirts.  I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, but wasn't sure about panties until she sat across from us and curled her legs under her flashing us both with a nice view of her nakedness.  She looked right at me and smiled.  The look saying "did you like that". The grin on my face gave the answer.  During the second half she got up several times to get beers and snacks.  When she leaned over us with the drinks her tits were in plain sight.  Steve was taking it all in.  He even said "nice" a couple of times.  During the fourth quarter she came over and sat between us on the couch.  It wasn't long before she was rubbing the inside of Steve's thighs.  Running her hand up his shorts.  I got up to get the next beers and when I came back in Steve had his hands under her shirt and was obviously fingering Judy.  The head of his dick was sticking out of the bottom of his shorts and she was rubbing it.  I sat across the room from them to get a better view of the show.  Judy bent over and kissed his dick head as it stuck out and sucked it a little.  She then undid his shorts and pulled his rock-hard dick out and started sucking with a passion.  Steve looked at me and I nodded, he pulled her shirt over her head and Judy was sitting next to my neighbor totally naked sucking his dick in front of me.  She would look up at me and look straight into my eyes as she sucked.  I was so turned on just watching! 

It wasn't long before they were both totally naked and he was eating her in the 69 position.  Judy turned over and sat over Steve and lowered herself onto his wet dick.  As he slid in she looked straight at me as she slid down and started to ride him. It wasn't long before she was riding Steve wildly looking right at me.  He was rubbing her bare breasts and squeezing her ass as they pumped.  Steve came first and Judy did right after.  She arched her back and moaned as she jerked with the orgasm.  She then fell forward onto Steve's chest.  He was still inside of her and pumping slowly.  

I guess he never got completely soft because he started pumping harder and Judy started to respond.  He grabbed her ass and pulled her tighter to him so that he could enter further.  They rolled over on the sofa and he was riding her again.  She wrapped her legs around his ass as he thrust harder and harder.  She came again almost instantly and he continued to pump.  After he came the first time it looked like he was going to last awhile.  I counted at least two more orgasms for Judy.  He was sucking and chewing her nipples and kissing her passionately.  Finally he came again and just laid on top of her.  I was transfixed watching the two naked bodies.  One of them my wife.  I was so turned on.  After a bit they sat up and drank a beer.  Judy said that she needed another shower and told Steve to come with her...they could save water.  She took his hand and led him upstairs to the shower.  I heard the water running and walked up to observe.  I could see them washing each other.  Judy washed his dick and balls then knelt down in front of him and started sucking him.  He started to respond by pumping slowly.  He was getting hard, but, not fully erect.  They stepped out of the shower and toweled each other.  She took Steve's hand grinned at me as she walked past naked and took him into the bedroom.  There I watched Steve and her do 69 for what seemed like an hour.  They fucked again.  I was at my limit.  I stripped and joined them.  I started to fuck Judy while Steve watched.  I was so hot that I came almost instantly.  I laid on top of Judy while she sucked Steve.  I was still inside of her and getting hard again watching her and was pumping away in no time.  I know that she came twice while I was in her the second time.  I figured that she was all fucked out.  

She went back to the shower, and came down wearing another tee shirt.  She surprised me by sitting next to Steve and cuddling with him.  We spent the evening watching TV while Judy and Steve played with each other.  When it was time for Steve to leave Judy asked if they could go upstairs for one last fling before he left.  She wanted to fuck him alone.  She said that this time it would be for her...not for me.  I was eager to please her and agreed.  They were upstairs about 30 minutes.  When they came down Judy was naked and holding Steve's hand.  We both walked Steve to the door; Judy still naked for anybody to see.  They kissed passionately and she said that we'd have to do this again sometime. That night in bed Judy and I had the greatest sex that I can remember. 



Football Sunday



As Michael watched football on the tube, I piddled around the house picking up and making breakfast for us. Just as the 10am game was about to start we settled down to have a light meal of scrambled eggs, English muffins and bacon with orange juice and coffee.

As we watched the game and rooted on the NY Giants and Detroit Lions as Michael flipped thru the channels watching 2 separate games at the same time. I picked up after we were done eating and settled in next to him on the sofa. Cuddling up in the crook of his left arm as he engulfed me.

I was rubbing his chest as we've been battling head colds as of late. My hands moved from his chest down to his tummy as I snaked it under his robe. Moving my fingers in small circles along his tummy I drifted down to his groin. Rubbing as he watched the games I know I wanted but did he?

I repositioned my body a bit so that I was laying on my side with his arm still around me. My hands moving along the edge of his thighs then moving inward between them. I lifted my outside leg up and planted my foot crossed in front of me as my robe slipped off my shoulders as I pushed it back behind me.

Having a short teddy under my robe I was able to run my hand under it and caress my inner thighs. I ran my fingertips along my inner thighs and moved up towards my shaven flower. I caressed myself as I slipped a finger inside my folds which made my body tremble from the sensation. I watched Michael as he looked across me and watched my fingers enter my pussy.

My other hand continued rubbing his thighs and moving lightly over his package. I laid my palm on his cock and could feel him firming up. I moved my fingers as I rested my hand on him. Feeling his cock begin to stir I massaged him slowly. I could feel my pussy starting to throb and get wet knowing I was getting to him. I slid another finger into myself and moved it in and out while he would watch when turning his head away from the game.

I asked him if he was in the mood for some playful fun or if he wouldn't mind if I played with myself. He told me to do what I wanted to do and I began rubbing my clit harder. I knew that if he watched me long enough, I'd have his cock in my mouth in no time.

I rubbed myself slowly then sped up, pushing my fingers inside me then withdrawing them to lick my wetness from each finger. I had Michael tell me what he wanted me to do and he told me to continue what I was doing so I pushed 2 fingers back inside myself and began pumping my hole. I felt my body tighten as I closed my eyes. He told me to orgasm as I used my thumb to stroke my clit as I pumped myself.

I felt my orgasm approaching and lifted my leg up and placed it on the back of the sofa. I rubbed my clit hard as Michael took my left nipple between his fingers and pinched them together several times. I moaned out and grabbed his cock with my other hand, he was hard and I couldn't wait to feel his head in my mouth. I stroked my clit a few more times and felt my pussy contract as I felt the orgasm flow through me. I moaned and ground against my hand, rubbing my clit with my wet fingers as his finger pinched and pulled my erect nipples.

Michael whispered to me to come hard for him and felt another orgasm shoot through me once more. Rubbing my clit with my thumb nail the sensation was so intense. I felt myself slowing now as my fingers rubbed my clit raw. Michael told me I looked most beautiful in the middle of an orgasm as my body becomes tight and flushed. He took my wrist and brought my fingers to his lips and sucked on each my fingers so slow and methodical.

I pulled his cock from his robe and slowly wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I began to pump in my hand. His erection was thick and hard. I moved up into his lap and kissed the spongy head. moving my tongue over the crown then underneath it. I closed my lips around the head and gently sucked, teasing him slowly as I wanted to engulf him into my throat and suckle his come into my tummy.

I licked the shaft like an ice cream cone stopping to suck the foreskin just under the head. I would look up at Michael's face and see that he was watching me. So wanting to give him as much pleasure as I gave myself I took my time licking and sucking him. I would close my lips over his head and suck, then lower my jaw and take most of his length into my throat. I moved over his cock held firmly in my hand as I lifted and lowered my lips on him.

His cock was so firm and hard that I wanted to feel his hot come pour into my mouth and throat. He had one hand on my head while the other rubbed and penetrated my ass as I spread my thighs for his touch. He would push into my bottom and pump me when I continued pumping his cock into my mouth. I knew if he kept doing that to me that I would come again but not before I tasted his sweet mess.

I felt his cock throbbing in my hand as I licked up his shaft, I would lift his cock up and suck his ball sac, sucking each testicle one by one before going back to his thick head and taking him into my throat again and again. I asked him if he was ready to give me my dessert and he said anytime now.

I took him deep into my throat and sucked him hard. I massaged the base of his cock with my hand and fingers as I bobbed on his shaft and head. He pushed 2 fingers into my tight ass and began pumping me harder and deeper. I had his cock at the base of my throat just as he groaned out and flooded my mouth with his delicious seed.

I bobbed and swallowed as he repeatedly filled my mouth with come but pushed his fingers deeper into my ass. Feeling his orgasm in my mouth, hearing his moans had done it for me as I began to come from his fingers pumping my backside. I sucked harder while pumping his shaft still emptying inside my mouth. I gulped down 3 or 4 heavy loads of sperm as I relished my anal orgasm.

I pulled off his cock and pumped him in my hand, drawing out the last remaining drops of white hot reward as my tongue flicked over the head. He had his head laying back on the back of the sofa as he breathed hard and heavy. I too, was breathing hard as my anal orgasm subsided. I kissed his cock head before taking him into my mouth for one final suck before letting him slip out. His cock still as hard and erect as when I started.

We both relaxed a bit as I stroked his shaft in my hand. Knowing that he was not yet done with me. We started talking to each other about one woman who has really made an impact on both our lives lately with her caring, loving ways to each of us as individuals. As he was telling me of how she made him feel, I began kissing his cock again. Taking him back into my mouth as he spoke of her.

His words would pause as I closed my lips over him. I then moved up and pulled myself off the sofa then moved over to him and lowered myself onto his lap. Reaching between my thighs and taking hold of his cock, I guided him into my wet n warm pussy. I lowered myself own onto him.

Riding his cock felt wonderful, his hands played with my breasts, pulling the nipples or pinching them. I love when he cups my breasts and pushes them together, these are the time were I wish we had another body to feed me his cock or a woman to ride him while I kneel between his thighs licking them both. But since it was only him and I, all I had was my imagination and began rubbing my clit as I rode his magnificent manhood.

I rocked up and down but wanted more, I lifted off of his hard shaft and took a half step forward then lowered myself back down upon him. His cock wet from my juices as he took the base and guided it into my bottom. I felt the head part my sphincter as he slid into me. I stopped halfway down then dropped my ass down onto his lap. Engulfing his thick cook deep into my bowels. I began riding him, enjoying the tight fit of his cock rubbing along the walls of my anus.

He was gasping as he felt my muscles gripping his shaft as I slowed myself as I moved and down on him. Determined to feel his cock jump and grow thicker inside my ass. I rode him using various methods of motion. Sometimes sitting down and wiggling my hips forcing him deeper inside me. His hands were busy on my breasts as my own hands and fingers played with my clit or his balls.

I love reaching under me and slipping my fingers around his shaft as he stands at attention as I lower myself down onto him. Just the feeling of him being in my backside gives me such naughty feelings as my desire for this man become evident in my actions. To be taken in this manner by him has always been a special gift for me in which I show my submissiveness to him. Only for him am I this way ever.

I love the way he takes me, I await the day that he just takes me in an animalistic style and ravages me, to feel him force himself into my body, giving up my innocence to this magnificent man. I absolutely love how he takes me, the excitement within me is an absolute pleasure in which I have not had with anyone else. From his talented tongue licking and sucking my clit and pussy to his skillful fingers as he parts me open and invites himself inside me or allows his friends to have their way with me.

I was begging for him to take my ass deeper as I rubbed my clit. Michael's breathing was hard and varied. I rode him for what seemed like an hour but was about 10 minutes. I was going wild feeling his thickness buried in my backside. I love sitting on him. A position he has imagined taking our girlfriend in many times. Filling her like he was filling me. I caressed his balls again when he lifted me up almost off his cock before grabbing my shoulders and slamming me back down on his cock.

I moaned out loud from the sudden sensation of that movement as I felt his cock contract then felt his hot blast of come filling my rectum. I rode him hard and fast milking as much from him as I can. Only another cock in my mouth could have made this better than it was.

I felt him thrusting back into me, but his movements were limited by my legs between his. I felt my body erupt into a massive orgasm shortly after. Riding him hard as his slick shaft penetrated me deeper and deeper. Oh it felt so hot and nasty! I was loving every second of it.

Once complete, I sat back on top of his lap. His manhood still embedded inside my backside as I draped my arms over my head and around his. We kissed hard and passionately. Assuring the love we have for each other and for those who we have become close with or have been intimate with. Except for one exception, that being a close friend of ours who has been a part of our lives now for the last few months.



Football Sunday



"Wasn't it nice of the guys to do this for us?" Karen asked her friend Shelly.

"Yeah, leaving us here to enjoy the Soap Opera Channel while they go out to Hooters and watch the game. They are simply so considerate."

"Yes, leaving us to quietly sip some wine and watch our soaps while they go watch some boring football, drink a lot of warm beer and settle on eating just chicken wings. And all that served by those repulsive tight-assed perky tit waitresses. So nice of them."

"And then, after all that they'll come home horny, flop us in bed and favor us with quick roll in the bed while they pop off almost immediately thinking of one of those waitresses," Shelly added, taking a sip from her wine.

"At least the wine is nice, except this bottle is empty. Guess I'll need to open another," Karen replied pulling a bottle out of the wine cooler. "Pinot Grigio okay with you?"

"Yes, pretty much anything will be fine."

Karen opened the wine and poured it into each of their glasses. They clinked the glasses together and Shelly said, "Here's to our kind, considerate husbands and their tight-assed waitresses."

"You know Shelly," she paused furrowing her brow, "We should do something... something that will make them sorry they left us here and went out."

"Sounds good, but what?"

"Well it will need to be something good to make them feel bad about drooling over some hot women half their age."

"Okay," Shelly replied.

"Something that will make them both wish they stayed here with us."

"But what?"

"Well, what is everyman's fantasy?"

"You mean besides young, tight-assed women?"

"Oh even better," Karen replied holding up two fingers.

"Two women?"

"Shelly, have you ever... I mean did you ever... with another woman?"

"Some fooling around in college, why?"

Karen just nodded, looking square into her friend's eyes.

"You mean... you and me?"

"Here, have some more wine," Karen said, filling up her friend's glass. "Look this will drive them wild. You and I take off our blouses and bras, kiss and fool around a bit."

"And tell them about it?"

"I've got a video recorder. We set it up, video ourselves and then burn a couple of DVDs. Give it to them for Christmas and let them see what they missed."

"I don't know," Shelly said, noticing Karen starting to blush.

"Come on Shel it will drive them nuts."

Shelly leaned her head to one side thinking, soon a smile came over her face."

"Then it's on?"

"Oh It's on, but let's not just take off our tops, let's get completely naked."

"Really?" she said hesitantly. Then looking at Shelly's face she continued, "Okay, go on back into the bedroom and I'll get the camera."

It took just a few minutes for them to set up the camera and get undressed. They climbed into bed together and sat there for a moment. "What do we do now?" Shelly asked, "Should we figure out what to do first."

"Look, why don't we just start kissing and she what happens from there."

"Okay," Shelly replied, leaning her head forward.

"Wait, let me turn the video on," Karen replied pressing the remote.

The two women leaned forward and lightly touched lips. They did it again, this time lingering a bit, until Karen reached up, gently took Shelly's head and pulled her. This time when their lips met, Karen slipped her tongue into Shelly's mouth.

As they continued their kiss Shelly moved her hand to Karen's hip, slowly ran it up her side and then moved it over to her breast. She lightly ran her palm over her friend's nipple circling as it hardened and grew. She then broke off their kiss, ran her lips down Karen's neck and onto her breast. She kissed her breast moving to her nipple where she drew it into her mouth and sucked.

Karen arched her back pressing her breasts out to Shelly, letting her kiss, suck and fondle them. While Shelly's mouth worked on her breasts, she slowly ran her hand up Karen's thigh. Moving her hand onto her friend's pussy, she worked her fingers between her lips and then eased them inside while her thumb found Karen's clit.

Karen moaned as Shelly continued on her clit. She then leaned back onto the pillows opening her legs wide. Realizing that Karen was willing, Shelly moved between her friends legs and burrowed her face into Karen's pussy. She worked her tongue between her lips and then pressed it into her wet opening. Shelly had forgotten what a woman's pussy tasted like, but the intense earthy taste of her friend took her back to her college days where she had done a bit more than just fool around with some girlfriend.

Shelly savored the taste of her friend, working her tongue in circles inside her pussy before moving up her slit to the tiny nub. She worked two fingers into Karen's pussy as her tongue began moving over her clit. She continued as Karen responded by moving her hips up and down, pressing onto Shelly's face until her body tensed and she moaned, "Oh Shelly, I'm coming... God I'm coming."

Shelly pushed her fingers deep feeling her friend's pussy pulsate around them. She stopped licking her clit instead just holding the nub between her lips. As Karen's pulsations subsided, Shelly slipped her fingers out, propped her head up on her hand and asked, "Well Karen, the guys really did miss out."

"Damn Shelly, that was incredible. You had to have done that before."

"I told you I fooled around some in college."

"No, that was more than just fooling around."

"Well, maybe a little. Think the boy's will like it?"

"Oh yeah, but we're not finished yet," Karen said, moving over and resting her head on Shelly's thigh. "I haven't done this before so you'll need to help me."

"Look Karen, it's really easy. Just think about when your husband goes down on you. Then think about what you wish he was really doing when he was down there. Then do that to me."

Smiling, "What I wish he was really doing?"

Shelly nodded, reaching down and guiding her friend's head between her legs. She then leaned back and simply enjoyed the sensations as Karen slowly moved her tongue up and down her slit before plunging into her pussy. Shelly wrapped her legs around Karen's shoulders as she felt her tongue roll up onto her clit.

It only took a few minutes as Karen's tongue moved over her clit and her fingers pressed in and out of her pussy. Soon it was Shelly moaning and grasping Karen's head as she came, her pussy clenching and releasing her friend's fingers.

As she finished Karen lifted her head from Shelly's pussy and, with her face glistening in her juices, she looked directly into the camera, "Hope you enjoyed the game boys. Just thought you 'd like to know what you missed." She then grabbed the remote control and turned off the recorder.

The two women then moved over to Karen's computer where they transferred everything onto a DVD making two copies. The two of them previewed the DVD.

"Think they'll like it?" Karen asked.

"It will drive them crazy."

"What do you think they will do?"

"Well they certainly won't be thinking of the tight assed waitresses when the try to fuck our brains out. Only thing is, they will be too turned on to last. Bet they'll cum with two or three thrusts."

"Yeah, sometimes that's almost as good as when they do fuck our brains out."

"I know what you mean, makes me feel so..."

"Powerful."

"Right."

"Shelly could I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Do you think you could... ah, I mean could you do what you did to me again."

Smiling, Shelly reached down and took Karen's hand. The two of them then walked over to the bed and climbed in. They locked in a kiss and then Karen leaned back as Shelly moved down between her legs.



Football Sunday



Note: This is a story about father/daughter incest. There's rough sex and dirty talking and so if any of that offends you, you shouldn't read. Nothing is intended to be strictly realistic, the people or their body parts, but rather the heightened reality of fantasy. 

There's also some use of language that could be offensive to Native Americans. Just a FYI. 

*****

Sunday, October, Somewhere in Canada

It was an ugly sense of deja vu that ran through me as I woke up. Somehow, I was back in high school, the cold grey dorm room I'd woken up in every day for the last year replaced by the bright yellow that had been my bedroom when I'd still lived at home. There was the photo collage of all of my friends on the wall and my old Macbook sitting on my desk. 

Worse yet, I was waking up to the sound of my door being knocked on sharply by my mother. 

"Keeley!" her voice said loudly, "Are you awake honey?" 

My eyes slowly adjusted to the early morning light as I hopped out of bed and I remembered my surroundings. I grumbled as I walked to the door. I hadn't wanted to be home at all and that was before I knew about the involuntary early-morning wake-up call.  

My plan had been to spend the holiday break with Mark, my now ex-boyfriend's family. I liked Mark's family, liked his mother's cooking and had been looking forward to a very nice thanksgiving. That had been before Mark had unceremoniously dumped me over the phone two weeks before. I'd heard about the "Turkey Drop" but it had still been out of the blue. Deep down I'd known that us going to different schools would make our year long relationship a long shot to continue but it had still been a shock to have been dumped so suddenly.

I opened the door to see my mother standing there. Her graying hair tied back, her coat on and her purse over her shoulder. I briefly wondered why she looked like she was going out at ten o'clock on a Sunday morning. 

"What's up," I asked, trying not to sound too much like a bratty teenager True, having turned eighteen only nine months earlier I technically was still a bratty teenager but I was in college now. I wanted to at least seem adult. 

"Oh, it's your Aunt Elizabeth I'm afraid," she said, "It seems like she's broken up with Tom and needs me to drive out to pick her up."

I shook my head. It seemed like it was shaping up to be a lousy Thanksgiving for many of the women in my family. Still, what my mother was saying didn't make much sense. 

"That's insane," I said. My Aunt lived four hours away, "Can't you just send her the money for the bus?"

"I would, sweetie, but it looks like it's for good this time. She needs me to take the truck out there to pack her things and, you know..."

I winced at the mention of the truck. A reminder of why I really didn't want to be at home. 

"Great," I said, "Give me a couple minutes to get dressed and I'll go with you..."

My mother took a nervous glance at the floor.

"Actually, honey, I was thinking you could spend the day here." she said, "There won't be a a lot of room in the truck with all of her stuff and it would give you a chance to spend some time with your father."

I stared in disbelief. She knew how I felt about my father even being in the house, let alone the idea of spending any one on one time with him. 

My father hadn't been a presence in my life growing up. Or at least not a regular one. He'd left my mother when she was five months pregnant with me and had been a non-factor in my life until I was ten years old. That had been the first time that he'd gotten back together with my mother. 

As I looked at her I wondered for the thousandth time why she did this. She was a smart woman, I thought. Hard-working enough to go from being a waitress to a secretary to a successful real estate agent. Yet, when it came to my father, her brains seemingly disappeared. My mom had even been seeing a reasonably nice guy named Terry who treated her well at the time. But she let him back in and even swore that things would be "different" this time. 

That lasted all of five weeks. Then he was off again. That happened twice more in my life, when I was thirteen and again at fifteen. Both times the patterns were identical. He'd run out of money or been kicked to the curb by a woman who'd come to her senses and he showed up at the nice little house she'd bought for us, expecting to be taken back. And he always was. This time he'd shown up only a few days after she'd dropped me off at college. 

"I don't want to spend time with him," I said, "I'll just go over to Rachel's or something,"

My mother's face twisted into one of exasperation.

"Please, honey," she said, "Your father likes to watch football on Sundays and really hates it when I'm not around. Just watch it with him and maybe fix him a quick lunch."

I stared at her in disbelief. Every fiber of my being wanted to scream at her, not just for the gall of asking me to make lunch for someone I couldn't stand, but for her inability to see him for what he was.

I held my tongue though. I might have had no use for my father but I cared about my mother. She'd worked hard to give me every opportunity I needed and now, with a seemingly bright future ahead of me, I owed her. 

"Fine," I heard myself saying, "Just try to be back as soon as you can."

"Thanks sweetie." she said, kissing my cheek, "His beer's in the fridge and he likes his sandwiches with mustard and mayo."

My mother turned away from my room and I heard the heavy sound of her boots on the steps before hearing her shout a goodbye to my father and then the slam of the door shutting behind her. I exhaled loudly and reached into my dresser. I grumbled as I remembered that I hadn't packed many clothes and what I had packed was dirty. A pink pair of fleece shorts and a ratty old gym t-shirt were the best examples of the clothes I'd left behind. I pulled my long, strawberry blonde hair into a pony tail and tied an elastic around it.

Still, as I looked at myself in the mirror I realized there was a certain appropriateness to what I was wearing. It was exactly the sort of thing I might have worn on a lazy Sunday morning when nobody else was home and, as far as I was concerned, nobody was. 

I walked down the stairs and heard the sounds emanating from the living room. I wasn't the world's biggest football fan but knew that games wouldn't be started this early. I briefly considered heading back upstairs and only coming down when the games would start but I'd promised Mom I would be around while she was gone and I felt committed to that. 

The living room was different from how I'd last seen it. There was still the white couch and old coffee table but there was now a large black recliner to the left of it, brand new and expensive looking. In it, seated the person who, I hated to acknowledge, had been my mother's sperm donor. 

Looking at him there were barely even any signs I was his daughter. I'd clearly gotten my height from him. At five-foot eight, I was half a foot taller than my mother but he was at least another half a foot taller than me but I was blonde like my mother had been and slender while he was at least fifty pounds overweight, with big arms and thick hands, one of which was wrapped around a can of cheap beer and the other around the TV remote. He had thick black eyebrows matched with black hair that was thinning at the top. He was, I thought, a pig. 

"I didn't even know you were here," he said. I briefly considered saying something bitchy about how that had been true for the last 19 years of my life but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. The reality was that as I looked at him, I felt nothing. No hate, no disappointment. That would imply I gave a damn about him. He was just some asshole who lived with my mother. That we shared DNA was, as far as I was concerned, the stuff of trivia. 

"I got in late last night," I said, referring to my last minute decision to not spend my holiday weekend alone in the dorms. A decision I was now regretting. 

"What do you want?" he said, taking a sip of his beer. 

"Mom asked me to watch the game with you," I said. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. 

"Do you have to?" he asked, his gruff tone seemingly indicating that even spending this much time with his only child(that I knew of at least) was too much to ask. A part of me was intrigued by his seeming interest in watching the games alone. Lord knows I wouldn't have chosen to spend time with him by my own volition. But there was another part of me that was pleased. Knowing that me being there annoyed him made the whole thing satisfying on another level. 

"I told her I would," I said dismissively, "And I like keeping my promises to her. So why don't you just drink your beer and pretend like I'm not even here. That should be easy for you."

If he took any note of my shot in his direction he gave no notice, simply taking a swig of his beer. 

"Well, at least try to be quiet." he finally said, "I fucking hate it when your mother talks to me all the way through a game."

No problem there, I thought. I had no interest in talking to him. I pulled my phone from my pocket and decided to make use of the good wi-fi the house had. 

The next few hours passed fairly quickly. I ignored the pointless ramblings and bullshit that apparently made for football pre-game shows and sort of idly chatted with a few friends as my father watched intently. Every now and then he'd talk about what was being said on-screen but being as it tended to be crude, referring to players he didn't like as "faggots" or "fucking pussies" it certainly didn't prove itself to be the entry point to a conversation I didn't want to have any way. 

Then the game started. I half-heartedly looked up at my phone to see who was playing. Dallas and Washington. I didn't know a lot about football but even I knew that this was a big rivalry game and my Father was a Washington fan. 

"Ugh, they're still called the Redskins?" I said, almost involuntarily, noting the nickname of the team. 

"Don't get started on that PC bullshit." my Father said dismissively, "Why should they have to change their name just because a bunch of whiny Liberals want to take the fun out of everything." 

"Because it's not 1955 anymore, I don't know," I said, rolling my eyes, "Maybe it's not cool to use a racial slur so casually any more."

My father took another sip of beer.

"See, this is exactly what I meant," he said, "I don't want to listen to your big mouth when the game's on. Why don't you just fuck off to a friend's house?" 

I felt the heat in me, start to rise. 

"Why don't you fuck off? This is my mother's house, not yours, and I have way more of a right to be here than you do." I said, "She asked me to sit next to your worthless ass and watch the game and, believe me, if I didn't care about making her happy I wouldn't be here. I'm going to sit right here until she gets back and if you don't like it you know where the door is."

I could see in his eyes that my 'worthless ass' comment had stung him. I saw some fire in his eyes before he took another swig of beer and it was replaced by a self-satisfied look. 

"Fine, stay," he said. I buried myself back in my phone as the game cut to a commercial. There were a few minutes of awkward silence before the game came back on.

"Look at that," I heard my father say, although I didn't think it was to me. Regardless, I looked up. There was a shot of one of the Washington cheerleaders in their famous Red and White outfits. She was a pretty blonde and the short shorts and cleavage bearing top revealed an athletic body with large-ish breasts, not entirely unlike mine. I snorted my disapproval.

"She looks like a fucking slut," I heard him say, "Bet she lets all the players fuck her after the game."

"Don't be gross." I said, screwing up my face. 

"Tell you what they should do," he said, clearly not listening to me, "I'd use all of those cheerleader sluts like my own personal reward system. If a player gets an interception or a touchdown he should get to choose the one he likes the best and get sucked off before the next series. Bet they'd win a couple Super Bowls like that."

I wanted to leave. The last thing I wanted to do was hear my disgusting father say these things. But I knew what he was doing. He wanted me to leave. He wanted to get me out of the room and think those things in peace. Fuck him, I thought. 

"They'd still fuck it up somehow," I said, "They're a piece of shit team, with a piece of shit owner and shitty fans. Go Cowboys." 

I looked over at him as I said the last two words and he smirked. Clearly, I wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. 

"Have to get good ones, though," he said, "The kind who really know how to suck a dick. These players probably get all sorts of pussy so they'd have to be the champion cocksuckers of the world."

"Probably need good players first," I spat back, "Most women don't want anything to do with pathetic losers."

Again, I saw a burning in my father's eyes. For a second I wondered if I shouldn't be playing this game. As far as I knew he'd never hit my mother but for a second it looked like he wanted to hit me. That faded, though, and he just went back to looking cocky as he took a sip of beer. 

"You were a cheerleader, right?" he said, turning his head to look at me. 

"What?" I asked, unsure of why he'd changed the subject "How do you know that?"

"Your mother told me in one of her boring ass-letters, I think," he said, "You ever fuck any players?"

I froze cold. He wasn't asking out of anything resembling fatherly interest, I could tell right away. I had expected him to be crude and filthy but not towards me. I had figured, wrongly it seemed, that some things were beneath even him. Still, I was resolved not to crack. He wasn't my father, he was just a gross old man I had to spend time with. 

"It wasn't that kind of cheerleading," I said, refusing to answer the question "It was a competitive sport, not stand on the sideline and look cute cheerleading."

"You lez out with any of the other ones" he continued looking at me, rather than the game, 

"God, no," I said reflexively, not so much at the suggestion than a growing distaste for him.

"No, didn't think so," he said, shifting in his seat "You're definitely more of a cocksucker than a rugmuncher."

I shifted in my seat as I saw his eyes roam up my body. I'd chosen my outfit to spite him but now I was regretting what I'd chosen. It hadn't seemed revealing upstairs but sitting on the couch I knew the shorts revealed most of my legs and the shirt was tight enough to reveal the outline of my full c cup breasts. I'd never considered someone would look at me in a sexual manner wearing but now I could see that was exactly what he was doing. It seemed as though there was no depths that my father's depravity wouldn't sink to.

And yet, as much as I hated to admit it. There was a part of my body betraying every instinct I had. I could feel the heat of my body rise and a growing wetness between my legs. I rationalized it away as being the product of not having had sex for weeks or even masturbating due to a busy first few weeks of classes and a desire to stay faithful to my now ex-boyfriend combined with the fact that dirty talk had always been a turn-on for me. I knew that those words coming from my father's lips shouldn't have had that effect on me but they did. 

I tried to push that fact from my head and focus on the battle of wills. I wouldn't lose. My father couldn't push me into doing whatever he wanted the way he could with my mother. 

"You're right about that." I said finally, hoping my words would push him back. I wasn't ashamed of having had sex and he couldn't make me feel that way. "I've definitely sucked a dick or two in my day."

"I bet you have." My father said, shifting in his seat again, "I bet you're fucking great at it."

"No complaints so far," I said smugly.

"It's those big cocksucking lips you have." he said, moving his hand down to the waistband of his sweatpants, "I bet they feel like two big, soft wet pillows running up and down your shaft."

I shrugged. Mark had said something similar about them. I squirmed again as I felt his eyes roam down my body. I felt the heat inside of me rise to burning as I watched him slide his hand into his pants where, I noticed, there was a very large bulge now straining against the crotch of the old fabric. 

"Nice big tits too. I tell you, I wouldn't know where to cum if you were sucking me off." he said as his hands went into the waistband of his pants. I thought he'd just adjust himself but he seemed to grasp a hold of whatever he had inside there. Shaking myself from the fog I found myself in, I found room for one more retort.

"You'll never find out, you pervert." I spat, "I wouldn't touch you if you were the last man on earth. Last person, hell, last living thing."

Those words seemingly had an effect as he turned his head from me and back towards the football game. I felt a pang of relief. Whatever bizarre mix of emotion had led me to my heated state seemed as though it would dissipate now. I could ride out the rest of the afternoon and then later, when she returned, I could tell my mother about what happened and why I would never set foot in the house as long as he were here. 

Or so I thought. My father, to my surprise, picked up the remote to the TV and punched in a number that I knew took him to the pay-per-view movies our cable system had. I didn't have to guess what he was about to do. Scrolling through the list of movies I could see which one he'd choose before he even stopped on it. The delightful title was "Cheerlead-whores #7" and after a few more presses of the remote pretty soon the screen was filled with the cheesy music and bad lighting of a cheaply made porno flick. A bleached-blonde woman in her mid 20's was the "star" and her clearly fake tits stretching out what looked like the sort of naughty cheerleading costume a cheap costume shop might have at halloween. 

"You're not seriously going to watch this," I said angrily, more at myself than anything. I knew the right thing to do was just leave but there was something about the way that he just casually bought the movie, that I knew would be paid for by my mother, that made me more determined than ever not to let him beat me.

"What? You said to pretend like you're not here and if you weren't here and my dick got all hard watching those slutty cheerleaders I'd buy a porn and jack off." he said, sipping on his beer and watching as the girl was joined by an older looking man. I cursed the limited imagination of porn directors. If it had been a girl-girl scene that would be one thing but, now, it seemed as though our "cheerleader" was going to be fucked by the coach in the first scene. 

And then, without warning, I watched almost in slow motion as my father grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and yanked them down. His cock springing forth like a coiled snake. 

I sat there dumbfounded. I could tell from the bulge that he would be big but I wasn't expecting this. Mark, I knew from health class, had a relatively average sized cock but my father's was at least twice as long with a bulbous head and a series of pronounced veins running along it's length. It was thick too. So thick that as I watched his big hand wrap around it his fingers only barely met. 

More than that it looked hard as steel. I'd seen pictures of big dicks before but they always looked like they were only partially full, like they were sagging under their own weight. My father's dick looked like it would break if someone tried to bend it. Against my will, I wondered what it would feel like and immediately regretted it. 

I watched as he began stroking it. Feeling paralyzed to move or speak as I watched his hand travel the length of the stiff, blood-swollen prick. I tried turning my attention to the action on screen, watching the porn with my father seemingly the lesser of two evils than watching him jack off. I felt the uncomfortable heat rising in me again and my mouth going dry as the girl on screen began sucking on a cock that, I had to admit, was definitely the sort of above average size you'd see in an adult film but that was significantly shorter and skinnier than the dick I could see my father stroking out of the corner of my eye. 




Football Sunday



"Feel free to take off your shorts and finger your pussy if you want." I heard him say, something that would have made me physically nauseous if it weren't for the fact that there was a part of my brain that very much wanted to do just that. I could never remember a time in my life that I felt more turned on or angrier and, somehow, the two impulses were feeding each other. 

"Fuck you," I said, those two words the only ones my brain could come up with. 

I sat and watched for what seemed like hours as my father stroked his dick. He alternated between long, slow strokes and rapid jerking motions. Every time he sped up I hoped that he would finish, both to end the ordeal and, somewhere deep in my lizard brain, wanting to see a dick that big and that hard spurting. Every time he just slowed down though, prolonging the experience. Finally, I had enough. 

"Just cum already!" I blurted out. My father looked over at me and continued stroking. 

"I don't cum from jerking off," he said, "I just use it to build up my energy for something real. If you want to see me cum so bad you're more than welcome to get on your knees and finally do something useful with that big fucking mouth of yours."

"Fuck you" I spat again, unconsciously though I felt my lips moisten at the thought of sucking on a cock that big. 

"Fuck yeah," he said, his attention again diverted from the porno movie, "I'd much rather shoot my dick off in your little bitchy teenage mouth than anything else."

"I'm your daughter, you creep." I said

"You're a whore," he said, "You said it yourself. You like sucking cock."

"Fuck you, I don't have to take this." I said, standing up. I knew that if I stayed in that room I would either kill him or...something worse. It was over. If asking his own daughter for a blowjob was what he'd stoop to in order to make me leave, he could win. I took a step out of the room when I heard him chuckle.

"Too bad," he said, "Guess I'll have to take it out on your mother's ass instead."

I stopped.

"What did you say?" I said, turning around.

"Going to need to cum tonight somehow." he continued, his hand back to it's slow strokes, "And if you can't handle it then I'll fuck her, I suppose. Of course, her pussy isn't as tight as I like so tonight's the night I'll talk her into letting me finally fuck her ass."

"You wouldn't-"

"She's always said no in the past," he grunted, "But then again, I'll just threaten to leave her again if she refuses this time. That'll do the trick."

I took a step towards him, my eyes searching around the room for something to kill him with. Still, when my eyes fell on what I knew was the best murder weapon in the room, I stopped myself. He might get to me, he might make me hate him, but I wasn't about to go to jail for life just for the pleasure of beating him to death either. 

I took a step towards him though. I couldn't explain why. There were dozens of conflicting emotions in my head. The horniness and hatred for him, sure, but there was also a desire to protect my mother. I couldn't imagine how anyone could take a dick that big in their ass, let alone a small woman like my mother. It would rip her in two.

But more than that, there was something new. A sort of anger towards my mother. It was her stupid, pitiful decision to take my father back. It was her bullshit about connecting with my father that put me in that room, that led to this stupid battle of wills. I had never been particularly rebellious before but there was a very real part of me that began thinking something unthinkable.

I took another step towards him and was standing in front of him, between him and the TV. He craned his head to look up at me, his big dick still in his hands. 

I dropped to my knees. 

My father took his hand off his cock and rested it on his thigh. Up close, from this vantage point, it looked even bigger. I gripped it by the shaft, feeling its hard, heavy heat fill my hand past capacity. 

"Good girl," I heard my father say. I didn't reply, didn't look up at him angrily. I remained transfixed by his big cock. I wrapped my other hand around it, my two hands pressing tightly together. I then removed the bottom hand and put it on top. To my astonishment, I closed that hand and there was still his large cock head uncovered, a thick viscous pre-cum leaking out.

My mind was gone now. Any conscious thought I had angrily elbowed aside by sexual desire. I leaned forward and kissed his cock head, the pre-cum staining my lips as I reverently kissed the big thing. I kissed it like I would a love, my tongue sliding into the slit of his dick like it might a boyfriend's mouth. After nearly a minute of slow, sensual kissing I opened wide, sliding the big cockhead into my mouth and sucking. 

There was a part of my brain that was telling me to hurry up. Make this fast. Get my father to cum as fast as all of my accumulated cocksucking experience would allow for. I didn't want to though. I wanted to take my time. Savor it. I knew, in my gut, that I would never find a cock as magnificent as this one in my life. There probably wasn't one like it in the world and that lizard brain of mine was telling me that a dick like the one in my mouth deserved special treatment no matter who it was attached to. 

I sucked a few inches into my mouth, the thickness straining my lips wide, and began slowly running my fingers along the underside of his shaft. I felt him grunt and shift in his seat as I did and a thrill went through me. 

"Jesus fuck," I heard him say, "If I'd known you were such a hot little cocksucker I'd have been around the day you got legal."

I moaned around his cock and pushed my head down a few more inches. 

"Would you have liked that you little slut?" he went on "Blowing out those birthday candles with a big mouth of cum?"

I opened my eyes and looked up. Saw his self-satisfied grin. I don't know why but I felt my pussy get even wetter. In that moment, I would have liked that. I pulled my mouth off his cock, my stretched and sore lips getting a reprieve, as I licked around the head of his dick and then back down the shaft to the very base. I licked all around the bottom of his cock, hoping to pay attention to the parts I knew that my mouth couldn't engulf. 

"My balls." he croaked, "Might as well be nice to all your little brothers and sisters."

I wordlessly obeyed, my tongue enveloping the plum sized orbs one after the other. Gently rolling them into my mouth and sucking as my finger tips replaced my tongue on his shaft. I felt his hands reach down to squeeze at my tits and I couldn't help but gasp. They'd always been sensitive and the way he roughly grabbed them couldn't have been more to my tastes. 

"Get those big jugs out," he commanded, yanking at my shirt. A task I reluctantly removed my lips from his big ballsack to help him with. I yanked my shirt up over my tits and let him paw at my now exposed boobs for a second before my lips again encircled his big dick and began frantically sucking. 

I don't know if it was the sight of my tits or my efforts or what but I finally got a reaction from him. I felt his hand grip my tight pony tail like a handle as he began bucking his hips upward, into my mouth. Fucking it. I gagged as I felt his big dick hit the back of my throat, saliva choking out of me. If it caused him any concern I didn't know it, he kept fucking my face like it was a cunt. Jackhammering inside of me. I felt my eyes water as I looked up at him. His face was not that of a man who cared about his daughter, it was that of a man who was just using the cheap whore between his legs for his own pleasure. I don't know why but the thought turned me on even more. My hand tucked between the waistband of my shorts almost involuntarily and began frigging away at my clit. 

"Oh fuck I'm going to cum, you dirty little slut." he groaned. I couldn't do anything but make the same sad gagging noises I was making as my fingers on my clit made my throat hum with my stifled moans. I was close too. 

He came first. I felt his dick throb and knew my stomach was filling even as I couldn't taste his first few shots. Knowing that my father was cumming down my throat set me off, I felt my wet cunt clench and gush as I came with a whimper. 

He pulled his cock from me, still spurting, I tasted the next few shots as they filled my mouth before gulping them down greedily. His spunk, the same stuff that made me, was thick and warm and despite myself I found my hand squeezing at his balls and pumping his shaft for more of it. I didn't have to worry. Two more shots bulged my cheeks before he yanked his dick clear from me. It was still going off, at least half a dozen thick, powerful blasts of sperm streaking my face and hair. My father had cum more in one orgasm than all of my boyfriends must have in all of the combined orgasms I'd. I was shaking, my leg twitching, as my own orgasm pulsed through me. 

"Look at you, you little cum covered whore," he said, "Not such a big talking bitch now, are you?"

I was dazed. Broken and humiliated and recovering from an orgasm of earthshaking intensity. I couldn't even begin wrapping my head around the reality of what had just gone on. I was lost. My tongue instinctively reaching out and licking some of the cum from my lips. Gradually some outside senses came back to me. To my surprise, I heard the sounds of a football game. At some point, I figured, the game had been switched back on. I guess he didn't need to watch some actress sucking cock in a movie when he could watch his own eighteen year old daughter sucking him off. 

"I...this," I opened my mouth, still sore and sticky with cum leaking out the sides, "I don't think we should do this again,"

"Shut up and go get me a beer." he said, his saliva covered dick standing nearly as hard as it had been. 

I rose unsteadily to my feet with no help. I thought about telling him to fuck off but it seemed pointless. I had sucked his dick and was wearing his cum. Being defiant would have seemed ridiculous. Without even pulling my shirt back down over my tits I walked to the kitchen and did as I was told.

Before returning I turned on the tap. I intended to wash the excess cum from my face but to my surprise I resisted that instinct and gave in to a baser one, pushing the still warm jizz into my mouth and licking my fingers clean. A quick splash of water on my face only after I had tasted every last salty, incestuous drop. 

I walked back into the room to find that my father's cock was still exposed and still nearly hard, only sagging a little. I couldn't help but flush with pride as I saw the big thing twitch as his hungry eyes roamed over my body now. I bit my lip as I came to the obvious conclusion. My day wasn't done. I knew that whatever spell I was under hadn't gone away. If anything, I felt it stronger than ever. My resentment and contempt vanished, battered into submission by my father's giant cock. Whatever he wanted from me, I would give him. 

I reached my hand out to give him the beer but his hand grasped my wrist tightly and yanked me forward. His strength surprising me and my wobbling legs no match.

"You're going to sit in my lap for the rest of the game." he said, leaving no impression that there was another option.

"Ok," I said blankly as he yanked me into place. It was difficult to maneuver around the big cock sticking up but I managed to sit on my side, my butt on his knee and not blocking his view of the game.

I turned my own attention to the game to see that my father had gotten what he wanted in more ways than one. Washington was up by fourteen points. 

"Get your tits out again, like last time." he said, "I liked how they looked with the shirt still on."

I nodded and again yanked my shirt up and over the big swell of my tits, my small pink nipples still painfully hard. With his free hand he slapped one of them, causing me to yelp.

"When I speak to you, say 'Yes sir" he said

I groaned. It seemed like he knew I was broken and he was determined to take every drop of pleasure out of the satisfaction of what he'd done to me. It wasn't enough, it seemed, that he'd broken me. He wanted me to say it. Wanted me to agree to it and as much as I didn't want to, I did.

"Yes sir." I obeyed.

He cupped and squeezed my tit, again I moaned. 

"No, that's not right," he said, "That's what I'd make any old slut say. But you're special, aren't you? You're a daddy's girl now, aren't you. You're going to say, yes daddy."

I winced again even though the words make my still sensitive cunt tingle. 

"Yes, daddy." 

"You like the Redskins, don't you," he asked, taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching.

"Oh god, yes, daddy."

"You thought you were a big strong cowgirl but you were just a sexy little redskin Princess waiting for her daddy the chief to come home and fuck her raw." he said again, his hand on my chin, tilting my head to his. 

I nodded. He lowered his head to my exposed boob and took it in his mouth, sucking hard. I groaned in pleasure as my hand wrapped around his dick. I heard him open his beer and, before I knew it, he was pouring it onto my exposed chest, the cold liquid causing me to shriek as he began licking the beer off my tits, soaking my shirt. I delighted in it. I cupped my tits so as to let him drink his cheap beer from my nipples more easily. 

He drank nearly the entire can off my body before pulling me into a straddling position. My drenched shirt sticking to my skin as I looked down at him with awe. I still couldn't believe what he'd done to me that day but more and more my hatred was being replaced with a sense of respect. Not for him, but for the power he had over me. His cold, hard eyes looking into mine with absolutely no doubt about that either.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he said, his voice a low whisper.

I shook my head no. That wasn't entirely true. My cunt was soaked and I was desperate to be fucked. Still, as hot as I was, as wet as I was, there was more to it than just my own desire. I was too afraid of just what effect his cock would have on me once it got inside my pussy. After all, just sucking his dick had turned me this far, the pleasure I suspected I might get from his big dick might be the sort of thing that there was no going back from.

"But you're going to let me fuck you, aren't you." he said, clearly knowing the answer to the question.

"Yes daddy," I replied quickly, biting my lip. 

"Stand up," he said, lifting me off him. "Take off your shorts."

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband but I felt him stop me.

"Do it sexy," he ordered, "Like a stripper," 

I agreed. I wanted to please him. I swayed my hips to an invisible beat, remembering some of my old moves from cheerleading and ran my hands from my neck all the way down my body, cupping my breasts, trailing over my firm, flat stomach before I turned my back to him and bent over at the waist, pulling my shorts and panties down over my ass and down my legs. My little strip tease clearly worked as he yanked me back down, I ground my ass against his dick like a lap dancer before he turned me around to again straddle him, my knees on the armrests of his chair. A thought popped into my head one that, I knew, should be the least of my reasons for not doing what I was about to do but it nevertheless stuck.

"You have a condom, right?" I said

"I don't like using condoms," he said, "You're still going to let me fuck you though."

"Yes daddy." I said, my desire to please overriding any concerns I had. I thought about asking him to pull out when he came but I knew it would have no effect. He was going to come wherever he wanted and I'd take his cum gratefully however he wanted to give it to me. 

He pulled me towards him, positioning his big cock below me. Even with my long legs and elevated position he had to push himself down in his chair to get the big cockhead in line with the entrance to my dripping wet cunt. I gave him one last look before I let myself sink down. 

It was enormous. Otherworldly. None of the other cocks I'd had inside me came close. I felt spread open and yet completely full all at once. My pussy lubricating like mad trying to ease its massive entry.

"Too big, oh fuck, too big." I moaned

"You'll take it," he said and I pushed myself further. I looked down. It felt like I had a baseball bat inside me but there was still at least six inches not inside me. I sank down further, groaning as I did. Every inch that I took seemed like the last, like there was no way that my cunt could take any more but then I would feel myself get wetter and another inch would slip inside. My whole body was on fire. 

"Oh god daddy, I love your big dick so much." I groaned. 

"I know you do, you little slut," he said, the strain in his own voice evident, "the second you walked in the room this morning I knew you would be bouncing on it today."

The pain I was feeling at being stretched wide increased, I did what I could to spread wide, relying on some of the gymnastics I'd taken and eventually I felt my journey end. My pelvis came to rest on my father's, the entire cock stuffed into my cunt.

"Oh god, daddy, I did it. Your whole cock is in my cunt and it feels so incredible." I said. It did. Some of the pain was giving way to pleasure and it was a sort of pleasure I'd never felt before. Bigger and greater and more intense. 

"Then you should say thank you."

"Oh god thank you daddy. Thank you for this magnificent cock. Thank you for putting it in me." I said, near delirious. I meant it. I was so, so grateful that I had the kind of father who wouldn't deny his daughter his magnificent, glorious dick. 

I rolled my hips and groaned. However good his dick felt in me it felt even better as it pushed inside and withdrew. 

"You've got such a tight little pussy." he grunted, "I'm sorry I haven't been fucking it for months."

"Me too, oh god, me too." I agreed. 

As I slid back down again, I felt him grab a hold of my hips and keep me pressed against him, even as I tried to raise up. I whined in frustration and looked pleadingly into his eyes. 

"I'm going to start fucking you now, you little slut." he said, "And while I do, I'm going to want to hear you talk about how much you like it and how much you like me and how good of a girl you're going to be from now on."

I nodded. He pumped. Almost without thinking the words spilled from my mouth as our bodies collided.

"Oh fuck me daddy, it's so amazing, you're so amazing. You've got the biggest best dick in the whole fucking world."

"I thought you didn't like me." he said, a grin on his face as he began pumping harder. 

"I'm sorry daddy, I didn't know. I didn't know how incredible you are." I screamed as I felt his big dick batter me into senselessness. I kissed him, madly but he didn't seem interested in my kisses, he wanted to hear my words.

"It's more than just a crush then?"

I struggled. I didn't know what he was getting at and my brain was being overwhelmed by the sensation being caused by the monstrous cock in my cunt. Then, like a bolt, it hit me. It was something I'd sworn I'd never say but as soon as I knew he wanted to hear it I said it.

"I love you daddy, I love you so much. I'm in love with you. You're the best fucking father in the whole world." I groaned, knowing I didn't mean it in any meaningful sense but it being something he wanted enough. He heard my words and they seemingly had an effect as he began fucking me harder, my own bouncing being met with his thrusts as he gripped my tits harshly. I was close to cumming, I knew, what felt like a massive orgasm from deep inside me and being on that razor's edge caused me to go off completely

"I fucking love it daddy, I love you. I'll do whatever you want. You can fuck me whenever you want, again and again. In front of mom, in front of anyone, outside. I'll drop to my knees and you can stick your incredible dick in me.




Football Sunday



I came. I felt my pussy spasm and clench as his dick continued pistoning in and out of me, gushing all over my father's dick. He grunted and fucked me harder.

"Oh god, I'll be your whore. You can pimp me out. Make me your bottom bitch. Or your wife. I'll fucking marry you. I'll swear to god never to fuck anyone else and you can marry me and just fuck me every day."

"I'm going to cum you little bitch," he said through gritted teeth, "Your tight little cunt is going to make me cum so I'm going to shoot it straight inside you."

I came again, another frantic, deep, amazing orgasm. 

"Yes daddy, cum in me. Mark me. Make me yours. Knock me up. Shoot your cum in me and get me pregnant. I'll have your fucking babies daddy, whatever you want daddy. OH FUCK!"

I felt my cunt gush and spasm again as the big dick throbbed and pulsed inside me before bursting. Gush after gush of cum filling me, millions of fertile sperm assaulting my unprotected womb. My cunt clenched and came again and again. Little orgasms and big ones, one after the other. Colliding into me and combining and making me scream. His cock kept spurting, at least as much as it had, in my mouth, each blast against the back of my cunt prolonging my exquisite agony. I collapsed into his arms and he held me close, giving me a few more strokes as our orgasms subsided. I whimpered, my mind still reeling. 

"Oh god, oh god, oh fuck," I muttered, feeling my battered and reshaped cunt pulse again and again.

"Shhh, shhh," I heard my father whisper, "Let me watch the rest of the game and then we'll fuck again."

5 hours later...

There was a knock at my bedroom door. I froze. I had to bite my lip to keep it from screaming. 

"Honey, I'm home," I heard my mother's voice say, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine mom," I managed to croak out, "Just have a bad migraine...so...ugh...don't come in."

"Alright dear, well, do you know where your father is?" 

I had to bite my lip again. My father was on my bed, behind me, his big dick stretching out my once tight asshole. My wet body propped up on my hands and knees over my damp bed-spread. If I'd been in command of my brain I'd have laughed at the irony. I'd started the whole twisted mess by agreeing to suck my father's dick to spare my mother the indignity of having the massive thing put in her ass. Now it was in my ass, stretching me and making me wince. 

We'd recovered long enough to watch the game but my father had made good on his promise to fuck me throughout the day. I'd sucked him hard and he'd fucked me again in his chair, this time with my back to him. He came with his dick between my tits, spurting on my face and hair and all over my tits. He'd then carried me to the shower, ostensibly so I could clean myself off but I only had a moment in the shower before he was in there with me, forcing me to suck him off before fucking me from behind. 

Then we'd gotten out of the shower and he'd had me dry off and get dressed. But not in just anything. He told me to get out my old cheerleading outfit. Then he'd told me he was going to fuck my ass and that I had to beg for it. Which I did. The thought of the massive dick stretching my ass scared me but not enough to say no. I begged. For ten minutes I begged him to stick his dick in my ass until he relented. That led to my current state. My hair wet, my tight body stretched to capacity around his big dick and the purple and white skirt of my cheerleading uniform bunched around my waist. Periodically he'd reach to squeeze at my tits hanging out of the drenched top. The fullness of his dick in my ass and my continued begging must have masked the noise of my mother getting home. 

"He said he was going out for a drink," I moaned, hoping my supposed migraine would mask the real cause.

"Well, ok, anyways I picked up your aunt but she wanted to stay at a motel for the night. I thought I'd make a quick run out to the market. Need anything?"

I bit my lip as the dick was pulled out of my ass a little. I couldn't help but feel glad that she was going out again, giving me and my father a few more minutes of what we were doing. 

"No mom," I said before gasping. My father pouring out more of his beer on my head and back. 

"Beer," I said, correcting myself, "Dad's out of beer."

"Ok, well, I hope you feel better." I heard her say. My father remained still as we listened to the sound of her walk back out of the house. At the sound of that, though, my father pushed inside again.

"That was close, you little lying slut." he said, "Tell me again how much you like this."

"Oh fuck daddy, I love it, I love your big dick in my ass. You can fuck my ass every day. I'll drop out of school just so you can fuck me more. You made me daddy and you own me. You can fuck me however you want."

"Say you love me again."

"Oh fuck daddy, I'm so in love with you. More than any of my boyfriends ever. You're the only one for me. I love you daddy."

On some level, my conscious brain was returning. I knew what I was saying while he was fucking me was a lie. I loved his cock, yes, and I was stunned to find just how much I liked the friction of the massive thing in my ass but other than that I was just saying things to please him. I wasn't in love with him, I wouldn't drop out of school or let him fuck my friends or any of the other things I promised. I wouldn't marry him and I sure as hell wouldn't have his children. I resolved, in fact, that this would be the last time this ever happened. As soon as his seemingly never soft dick gave up or mom returned I would excuse myself from the house. I would go to the pharmacy for the morning after pill and then get a bus back to school. I knew I could never come back home. I was too angry at my mother and knew that I could never be in the same room as my father again. I loved what his cock was doing to me too much to be able to resist if the option was in front of me. 

I was strong enough, however, to go back to school and not give in to the temptation to come back and have him fuck me again.

"Oh fuck daddy, it's so good, I love having your dick in my ass,"

Or, at least, I hoped I would be...



Football Sunday Funday



As her boyfriend sat on the couch, Kat couldn't figure out why this Football Sunday felt different than the past few weeks. She sat there at the desk, checking her Fantasy Football league standings, her boyfriend (Ed) was on the couch, and his best friend (Ted) was on the love seat. She couldn't explain it, but hearing the announcers talking about deep penetration, hitting it right down the middle, and tight ends was turning her on. Perhaps it was this weekend's visitor? Normally it's just her and the boy. 

As Kat sat there, she looked over at her boys and wondered which cock she was going to slide down her throat first. Would she go with the cock she knew so well. The cock she loved sucking off, or would she go with the unknown? Would Ted respond to her touch? Would he throb as she worked her tongue down his shaft? As she sat there thinking about the unknown, she slowly slid her hand down to her breast...with every dirty thought she squeezed just a little harder, and had to stifle a groan with each stroke. As she fondled her nipple, she looked up and saw that Ted was watching every moment. Rather than being embarrassed, she gave him a knowing look, he gave a slight nod, and slid down on the love seat inviting her to come over and play.

Kat stood slowly, and approached Ted as she started to take off her shirt. She stood in front of his spread legs and removed her bra. After taking another step closer, she leaned forward, and reached behind him to close the blinds. As her tits lightly brush against his chin, he reached up and grabbed her ass. As Kat gasped in excitement, Ted took this opportunity to hungrily remove his shirt. Kat moved her way down his torso, taking extra care to lick and carress each nipple as her hand reached down and cupped his cock and balls. 

As her head approached his cock, she looked over to Ed, and he gave her a knowing look saying, "Go for it, Baby....have fun!" With his approval, Kat returned to Ted's crotch and started to undo his belt. With great skill, she quickly removed his belt, and began working on the button and zipper with her teeth. With one smooth toss of her head, Ted's zipper was down, and Kat was sliding his pants past his hips.

Kat started out slow. She licked the tip of his cock, and slowly moved her tongue down to his sack. She took one ball into her mouth, and sucked as both ended up in her mouth. As Ted let out a soft groan, she moved her way back up his shaft, and took in his entire cock. As she moved her mouth along his cock, she felt his hands move to the back of her head, and gently start to tug on her hair. As they found a rhythm, she stopped, licked her palm, and stroked his cock as she brought Ted closer to orgasm. With each moan of ecstasy, she increased her speed. She occassionally teased him by letting his dick fall out of her mouth, but immediately paid special attention to his balls, and sucked just hard enough.

She knew he was close to finishing, and wanted every drop to cum in her mouth. She brought her mouth back to the tip of his cock, and slowly slid every inch into her mouth. With each thrust, she groaned and became wetter. She took his cock out of her mouth, looked up into his eyes and said, "Please come inside my mouth." She continued to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, and could feel him get harder every time his cock glided down her throat. 

To tease him one last time, Kat sucked on his balls, looked into his eyes and gave him that knowing wink. She put her mouth on his shaft, within seconds, Ted was so excited, he came before half of his cock was entirely in her mouth. She continued to take in every inch of his cock, and moaned as he filled her throat and mouth with cum. 

As Kat swallowed every last drop, she wondered, what's next? Will Ed watch as Ted and she continue on to their next adventure, or will he insist on joining in the fun?

After sucking her boyfriend's best friend's cock, Kat wiped her mouth, and couldn't believe how wet she was from one blowjob. She looked over to the couch, and noticed that her boyfriend (Ed) had lost his pants, and was enjoying the show before him. She knew that his best friend (Ted ) was going to need a few minutes to catch his breath, so with her pussy dripping wet, she turned her attention to her boyfriend, and knew he was one lucky man.

Kat stood up, turned towards Ed, and slowly worked the zipper on her jeans. As she approached him, she removed her jeans and panties. When she reached him, he sat on the couch with his legs spread open. Kat stepped between his legs, turned her back to him, and slowly lowered her pussy onto his long hard shaft. For the first time in her life, she moved from one rock hard cock to another cock ready to satisfy her. It was amazing how easily his cock slid into her soaking wet pussy. With her hands on his thighs, she grinded against his lap, and moved his cock in and out of her pussy. With each thrust, she knew he wasn't too far from cumming. 

Wanting to cum with him, she moved her hand down her body, and started fingering her clit to climax at the same time. As she moved up and down his cock, she could feel her tits bouncing with every thrust. She couldn't help but notice that Ted was watching from the love seat. He really seemed to enjoy her tits bouncing with every deep thrust. She reached up, grabbed a tit, and moaned in complete ecstasy. She knew Ed was about to cum and began to grind harder.. Seconds away from the two of them cumming....Ed grabbed Kat's legs, stopped thrusting, nuzzled his face in her hair and neck, and whispered, "Not yet, baby....go have fun with Ted.

Still hungry, Kat turned her attention to Ted. She could tell he had been enjoying himself on the loveseat. Kat lifted her sopping wet pussy off Ed's cock, moved towards Ted, grabbed his hand, and lead him to the bedroom. At the door, she paused, and gave a look over her shoulder to her loving boyfriend as he mouthed "I love you." 

Kat and Ted entered the bedroom. As she closed the door behind her, she grabbed his hand and directed him to her pussy. She was soaking wet. Her sopping wet pussy got him excited at the thought of what's next. She started nuzzling his neck, moved his hands to her ass, and grabbed his cock. With a sheepish grin, she looked up and whispered, "What do you want to do to me, Ted?"



Football Sunday with the Slut



The lesson that my wife and I had tried to teach Crissy apparently had not sunk in. As soon as she walked in the door, her mom looked at her, then at me, and I knew what she was thinking. This disobedient little slut needed to learn what happens to girls like her. Me and the two other men at our house watching the football game were going to get the chance to teach it to her. 

She came into the room acting happy to see everyone. Besides me and my wife, the other two were fellow teachers of mine from her high school. "Hi, Daddy! Hi, Mr. Varn. Hi, Mr. Deel." She sounded so innocent as she greeted everyone. Her tone completely clashed with the sight that all the men's eyes were taking in - the sight of a young, 18 year old girl dressed in an outfit that would be perfect for a street whore.

Apparently, she felt no need to wear underwear today. It was very obvious she was wearing no bra simply by looking at her nipples clearly visible under the thin, tight top that she wore. It was a small top that she tied in a knot in the back to make it pull tight against her large tits and left her sexy stomach bare. It also had tears in several places showing lots of skin so that it looked like it could be ripped off of her with just the slightest tug. The lack of underwear was only a little less obvious when I looked at her very short, tight little skirt. Not a single panty line was anywhere to be found implying that there were none there at all.

As if that wasn't already enough, she also wore thigh high, bright pink, fishnet stockings along with a pair of black platform shoes with very high, spiked heels. In fact, the only thing she wore that went along with her innocent greeting was her two pony tails with pink ribbons tied around them. The contrast of this cute little innocent girl hairstyle with clothes that showed off a very hot body only served to arouse a man's darkest passions.

All three of us said hi back to her. Crissy started telling her mom about some movie that she had seen. I looked at my two fellow teachers as she talked and saw how they took this opportunity to stare at Crissy's hot little ass and her nice big tits. They were overly large for her otherwise small frame with nice nipples that stuck out at least a half inch, emphasizing that her body appeared to be made for only one thing - giving men pleasure.

When Crissy finished telling about the movie, she started to leave, but her mom cut her short. "Don't you dare leave this room yet young lady," she said to her in a very firm voice. Crissy stopped and looked at her mom, a look of concern crossing her face. The tone of her voice also got the attention of all the men in the room as they all looked at Crissy then at Diana, wondering why she seemed to be upset.

"Didn't your Daddy and I try to teach you a lesson last week?" Diana demanded of her. Crissy was actually my step-daughter, but her mom had dropped that distinction right after we were married a year ago.

Crissy now looked even more worried. The "lesson" her mom referred to involved Crissy tied to our bed and getting fucked good and hard by me. She even slid her hand up to her throat for a moment, no doubt remembering how I choked her slightly as she came like a cheap whore while my cock insistently pounded her helpless little pussy.

She glanced at me, then at the other two men in the room. All were staring at her. "Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't...." She didn't get to finish because her mom cut her short.

"Once again, my daughter shows up dressed like a whore. You look ready to let a man do whatever he wants with you! You probably just got done taking care of one of your schoolboys while you were at the theater, didn't you!"

Crissy started to turn away to leave the room, but her mom jumped up and stopped her. "Not so fast young lady," she said to her. She grabbed Crissy's arms at the wrists and pulled them behind her back, turning her around to face the men looking at her. With her arms held behind her like that, her tits were now thrust out even more and everyone's eyes stared at them.

Crissy struggled at first to get free which made her tits jiggle beautifully back and forth. Her mom held her firm, though, and soon she stopped trying to get away. She looked a little scared, but I also saw a look in her eye of nervous excitement. Her mom was putting her in a very vulnerable position, much like the way she had tied Crissy to our bed not many nights before and urged me to fuck her. 

While Crissy was not the one asking me to fuck her that night, it was clear from her multiple, very powerful orgasms that she really got off being used in that way. Looking at her now, I saw the same look I had seen in her that night. There were three men that would be glad to put her to use, and she seemed nervously excited by that thought.

"I think we need to ask these men what they think of your outfit," Diana said. She looked over Crissy's shoulder at us. "Let's start with your math teacher, Mr. Deel."

I saw Crissy's eyes look towards him. He looked a little confused and concerned, not sure what to make of what was going on here. My wife helped him along. "Mr. Deel, take a good look at her. Would girls at school be allowed to dress like this?"

He took this as an opportunity to look Crissy up and down again. Finally, after a few seconds, he answered. "No, that's not appropriate for school. We don't allow girls to dress in ways that attract so much attention from the boys," he said, then added, ".... and the men."

Diana nodded her head. "She does seem to attract attention, doesn't she?" she asked him. He nodded. Diana thanked him then turned Crissy slightly until she faced Mr. Varn. 

She paused for a moment, then she asked him, "Mr. Varn, would you say that this outfit is the kind of outfit you would let your own daughter wear?"

Crissy's tenth grade history teacher was now the one taking a good long look at the hot, sexy girl in front of him. Diana's comment really reached into his darkest fantasies. His own daughter, Jill, was in the same class as Crissy and also a sexy little thing. Almost for sure he had let his eyes stray over Jill's body on more than one occasion. Now he was letting his eyes stray over Crissy's hot body. Finally he answered. "No. Definitely not." He paused a moment then to my surprise he finished with an extra comment. "I didn't raise a slut."

Diana liked that answer. "I'm sure that's true, but it appears that I did, doesn't it!" She didn't wait for an answer.

Finally, she turned Crissy to face me. "Now, ask your Daddy what he thinks," she ordered her.

Crissy looked a little embarrassed and pleaded with her mom to let her go, struggling a little as she did. Her tits again swung around and the motion made her nipples swell larger. Her mom wouldn't give in, though, so she looked at the other men then at me and finally said in a soft voice, "Do you think I look like a slut, Daddy?"

I nearly came right then. My cock was already very hard and hearing her ask me this crazy question almost was too much to take. I thought about an answer for a moment, then instead I got up and stood in front of her. "Do YOU think you look like one?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "No, I don't"

"That's interesting," I said slowly. "Well, sluts usually don't wear bras," I said to her as I slid my fingers along the top edge of her stretchy top. I pulled it down with a jerk, letting her beautiful tits jump out into the open as the top stretched under them. She squirmed back and forth against her mom's tight grip, making her tits jiggle around wildly. When she realized there was no getting free, she looked around at the men staring at her then turned her gaze submissively down to the ground.

"That seems to answer part of the question," I said to her as I left her top pulled down beneath her tits. It made them jut straight out obscenely and her nipples were swelled to their full size. "Now let's see about underwear. Sluts also don't usually wear underwear, do they?" I said to her. 

She looked up quickly with a look of fear in her eyes and protested. Crissy looked at the other men quickly, then at me. "But Daddy, they're all watching me!" she said nervously

I thought about that for a moment, then said to her, "Well, if you're wearing something underneath like a good girl should, then that won't be so bad will it? Let's all find out."

Her mom turned her around so that her ass was now facing us, letting all of the men get a good look at what was to come. I slowly slid her skirt up while Diana pushed her forward, making her bend over at the waist to give us the best possible view. As the skirt slid higher, her bare, shaved pussy came into full view.

"Well, look at that!" I observed. "I believe that you weren't telling us the truth at all, were you?." I slid my hand over her nice, round ass. "Now what do you think I should do with you young lady?" I asked her.

Her mom answered before she had a chance to say anything. "A girl who dresses like a slut should be treated like a slut!" Diana then looked at the other three men and said to them, "Please help me with her. She needs to learn her lesson extra well today."

No one moved at first. They were all probably completely shocked by what was happening. Diana made it easier on them. She turned Crissy around to face us all again, then pushed her down onto her knees, took the ribbons from her hair and tied her arms behind her back.. "Mr. Varn, it looks like you were right. I did raise a slut. I'll bet a nice hard cock in her mouth would be a good start for teaching her what happens to girls like her. Could you please do that for me?"

He got up slowly and walked toward where Crissy kneeled on the floor. He was still unsure of what he was doing, so Diana again helped him out. She tugged open his pants and pulled out his rock hard cock. It waved up and down slowly, inches in front of Crissy's mouth. "Go ahead," Diana urged him. Then, she really got to him. "Show me how you would teach your own daughter what happens to dirty little slut girls."

He looked down at Crissy who looked back up at him. "Please, Mr. Varn. Don't make me do it. I'll behave better from now on."

He hesitated one more moment, then he reached out and took two handfuls of her hair in his hands. "Too late, young lady!" he grunted. He pulled her down, forcing her mouth onto his cock. "If you want to look like a slut, then it's time for you to act like one, too." He groaned loudly as her lips closed around his hard shaft. "Oh fuck, yes!" he said loudly. "Suck that cock you fucking little slut. Goddammit that feels so good!"

Crissy looked up at the man shoving his cock into her mouth. It wasn't a look of anger. There was a little bit of fear, but mostly she had the look on her face of an obedient young girl, searching the face of the man whose cock she was sucking to see if she was doing a god job satisfying his desires.

As she sucked, Mr. Varn bent forward and turned his attention to Crissy's great tits. He rubbed them for a moment getting her nipples very hard. "Holy shit, those are beautiful," he said in a low voice. He was absolutely right, it was hard to imagine a better pair of tits. Crissy's tits were large, firm and round, almost inflated looking, and topped with great big nipples that gave away how aroused she was from this attention. Mr. Varn roughly pinched and pulled at them, finally even giving her tits a little slap. 

He used her hard. With her hands tied securely behind her back, she had no way to stop the throat fucking that he was delivering to her. He seemed intent on making her swallow his entire length. She gagged and choked, but, to no surprise of mine, it appeared that she had done this many times before since she never completely lost control. Loads of saliva drooled from her mouth around his swollen rod, down her chin, and onto her big tits. 

"It's about time that Crissy sees why girls shouldn't wear such short skirts, don't you think Mr. Deel?" my wife said to him. Mr. Deel stood up like he was just waiting to get invited and started to make his way over to her. Diana guided him to move behind Crissy. He looked down at the young slut working on her other teacher's cock and then his gaze slid down to the short little skirt that he now knew was barely covering a completely bare pussy. 

He paused for a moment, no doubt unsure that he should be violating one of his students this way. Diana again took over, helping him put his concerns aside. She tugged open his pants and pulled out his cock. "You were saying how girls at school aren't allowed to wear things that attracted boys' attention - and men's attention, you said." She then got down next to Crissy and slowly slid up her skirt until her ass and pussy were once again fully exposed. "Does this attract your attention, Mr. Deel?" 

Diana slid her hand slowly along Crissy's pussy, taking a moment to probe her with a finger, then moving on up to linger over her asshole, finally slipping it inside for a moment. She put her hand around Steve's cock and pumped it a few times, then said to him, "Such a short little skirt makes you want to fuck her, doesn't it? That's what I've tried to tell her, but she doesn't listen. Men see a girl dressed in a skirt like this and all they can think about is pushing her over their desk or up against a wall and fucking her good and hard, isn't that right, Mr. Deel?" she asked him. Then much to my surprise, Diana leaned forward and took his cock into her own mouth.

Steve shot a look over at me in alarm, but at the same time he instinctively grabbed her head and pushed her further down onto his cock which was fully hard by now. While I probably had a look of shock on my face, I think it must have passed quickly as I nearly shot a load in my pants watching my wife suck this other man's cock. "I think she'll need to be taught a lesson after this is over!" I thought to myself as I watched her lips stretch around his thick cock.

Diana looked at me for a long moment with Steve's cock deep in her mouth, then she returned her attention to the main matter at hand - her dirty little daughter. Pulling her mouth from his cock, she pumped it a few more times with her hand then she turned to look at Crissy's exposed backside and said to him, "Do it. Fuck that little slut!"

He finally gave in completely and dropped to his knees behind Crissy. He put his hands on her sexy ass, squeezing her tight flesh then sliding one hand down along the crack and onto her tight pussy. I knew how it felt to touch that sexy little teenage twat and so I could see in his face how much he wanted her. 

He moved himself forward a little more, grabbing her bound wrists and lifting them higher as she weakly tried to push him away. There was no chance that she was going to keep him from doing what he was about to do to her. No chance that she was not going to get fucked by one teacher as the other one continued to enjoy the feeling of her mouth on his hard cock. No chance that her mom would make these men stop what they were doing to her.....

After rubbing his hard cock against her opening for a minute, Steve suddenly slammed his cock into her pussy with one strong thrust. Her scream was choked off by the cock in her mouth, but it was clear that she was almost overwhelmed by his cock ramming into her. Steve didn't slow down for more than a moment. With one hand he held her bound arms up to keep her from pushing him away. With his other hand, he grabbed one of her hips and began pounding into her.

This was not the loving kind of sex that a husband and wife enjoy. Not even a nice fuck between two people on a first date. No, this was a man fucking a dirty little slut, teaching her pussy a lesson. Steve pounded into her, and her ass shook with every thrust. Periodically, he slapped her ass and muttered things like, "You like that, don't you bitch" or ""No more teasing for you slut." In what might have been an attempt at answers, little grunts and gasps were all that escaped from around the cock in Crissy's mouth.

Diana was kneeling next to Crissy as these two men used her at their will. She rubbed her hands over Crissy's tits, pinching her nipples to make them stand out at full attention. She also continued to tell them to give Crissy just what she deserved. "That's right. Show this girl how a man treats a slut. Don't go easy, teach her the hard way."

It was just at that moment that Mr. Varn couldn't take it anymore. He was still into his Daddy fantasy as he looked down at her and said, "See that, little girl. This is what you get. One big cock in your pussy with another in your mouth about to come. I hope you're happy with the way you're acting you little slut." He grabbed her head and with a few more pumps into her mouth, he pulled free. She looked up at him and obediently stuck out her tongue. 

He grabbed his cock and with a loud groan he began shooting his load on her upturned face, the thick fluid painting her nose, cheeks and mouth. Crissy didn't try to move at all, in fact she seemed to like the feeling of his hot cum hitting her mouth, cheeks, and chin. She caught some of it on her tongue which she swallowed hungrily then, almost frantically, she took his pulsing rod back into her hot, wet mouth. She had a wild look on her face, her eyes glued to his as she worked his still pulsing cock. This immediately set Mr. Varn off again. 

He threw his head back and shot more of his load right into her mouth as she sucked him clean, nearly choking her as he shoved his cock deep down her willing throat. "Oh yeah, that's a good girl. You know how to do it, don't you sweetheart. Suck on Daddy's big hard cock," he groaned. As I watched him, I thought that his own daughter might be in trouble in the future. She was one of Crissy's best friends and a lot like her...

Mr. Deel had not stopped working her pussy while all this other action was going on. In fact, he would give Crissy a hard slap to her ass every so often as he fucked her like a machine. The action, though, suddenly got even more frenzied as Crissy swallowed Mr. Varn's load of hot cum. It seemed as if the very taste of it turned her into an out-of-control fuck slut.

She turned her head back to look at her teacher. "You like fucking that little pussy, Mr. Deel?" she asked him in an innocent little voice. "Does it feel good to shove your big cock inside a little girl's tight pussy?"

Mr. Deel answered with another slap to her ass. "Fuck yes, it feels good you naughty little slut," he growled and slapped her ass again. 

Crissy let out a little squeal both times. She looked over at me with a look of wild lust. You're not going to stop him, are you Daddy. You're just going to sit and watch him fuck your little girl, aren't you."

I nodded slowly and said to her, "I want to make sure that you learn your lesson well today."

Mr. Deel was starting to breathe fast and hard and it seemed he was ready to shoot his load at any moment. He reached down and grabbed Crissy's hair, roughly pulling her head back. She arched her back in response, making her tits thrust out even more. He grabbed onto one of them with his free hand and roughly squeezed it, pinching her big nipples with his fingers. "You ready for me to come?" he growled. "Ready for me to fill you with my cum?"

Crissy answered in a choked voice. "Oh yes sir! Do it. Fill that pussy up."

With a last few thrusts, he groaned loudly then slammed into her one more time. The force knocked her forward, her eyes open wide as her own orgasm crashed over her. She squealed loudly, coming right along with him. "Oh gooooddddd!!!!" she screamed. "Fuck me!"

He slammed into her several more times, pumping his juice into her willing pussy. He never let go of her hair, roughly pulling it as he filled her. Crissy's squeals turned into almost unintelligible words and groans. "Ohhh yessssss... Fucking good... So deep...."




Football Sunday with the Slut



After a minute or two, Mr. Deel pulled himself out of her and walked in front of her. "Suck it clean," he ordered as he took her by the hair once again. He pulled her down onto his still hard cock, making her suck off all the juices that coated it.

As he did, I finally joined in on the action. I got up and stripped off my pants. My wife once again provided her encouragement and assistance. She was still on her knees next to Crissy, who continued to service her teacher's cock with her mouth. As I moved closer, Diana slid a hand onto Crissy's pussy. "Is it Daddy's turn to punish his little girl?" she asked me as she slowly rubbed her daughter's smooth pussy.

I was going to fuck Crissy, that was for sure, but I had one thing to do before that. I first stepped in front of my wife, grabbed her hair, and shoved my hard cock into her mouth. Her lips looked good stretched around my thick rod, especially as I remembered her taking my fellow teacher's cock the same way. Diana was my wife, though, and as I watched her suck submissively on my cock, keeping her hands obediently behind her back like she'd been taught, I knew that I had reclaimed her as my own. The thought of what I would have done to her if she had let Mr. Deel fuck her briefly flashed into my mind, but that's another story...

I had to force myself to pull free so that I could attend to the other slut in the room, but as my eyes drifted over to see Crissy's tight little asshole in the perfect position to take my cock, it got a lot easier. I decided that Crissy needed one last lesson about how men treat sluts like her. 

I put my hands on both her hips and pressed my cock against her rear opening. She started squirming immediately trying to get away. She even managed to get her mouth free from Mr. Deel's cock. "Please, Daddy. Not there. Don't you want to fuck my pussy?" She spread her legs open wider, exposing her pussy and hoping to entice me to shift lower.

I looked up at Mr. Deel and said to him, "Hold her head still." He did, grabbing her tightly and pulling her back onto his rigid rod. I slapped her ass, then spread it open to expose her tight asshole and started to push myself slowly inside. Crissy screamed in protest as best she could with a cock shoved in her mouth and squirmed to try to get away. It didn't matter, though. This hot little girl was not getting away from the two men she was sandwiched between.

My cock began to disappear as I ran it into her tight little ass, and, once I got it partway in, her squirming only made it easier. Her protests quickly died out as I penetrated further inside, dying down to a helpless whimper. Once I got all the way in, her whimpers changed to grunts as I started working my cock in and out of her.

Crissy was now learning what it really means to be treated like a slut. All she could do was open her mouth for Mr. Deel, letting him slide his cock in and out at his will. At the same time, she arched her back and thrust her ass towards me to make it easier for me to ram her asshole. I pounded myself into her, my cock ready to explode at any moment inside of her.

Her mom was still next to her, pulling at her nipples and urging us not to stop. "That's it, give it to her from both ends. Fuck that slut. Show this little schoolgirl slut what it feels like to get rammed by two cocks."

She looked up at Mr. Deel. "You've wanted to do this to her for a long time, haven't you?" she asked him knowingly. "Your dick probably got hard everytime you saw her in class, thinking about what you would like to do to my little slut girl. Did you want to get her on her knees and shoot a big load into her pretty little mouth? See if she swallows like a good little slut?"

Then, to me she said, "And Daddy likes fucking that tight ass, doesn't he? Does it feel good to ram your big cock into her ass? Make that little slut know who's in charge of her?"

I could feel her mom's hand move again to her pussy, rubbing her clit as I fucked her ass. Within seconds, it set Crissy off like a firecracker. I could feel her ass grip my cock hard as she started to come and a choked scream rose around her teacher's cock in her mouth. This set off Mr. Deel and myself at the same moment. He groaned loudly and arched his back, shooting a huge load of cum into her mouth. I grabbed her hair to hold her in place and slapped her ass hard as I also started to come. With a last few thrusts that nearly knocked her over, I rammed my cock as far into her as it would reach and started spurting a flood deep inside her.

It took a couple of minutes for us all to come down from the sexual peak we'd just reached. Mr. Deel watched Crissy intently as she kept licking and sucking at his pole, milking every last drop from him. I reached around her and felt her hard nipples as I slowly pumped her a few more times. Her body felt hot to my touch and I knew that she had really had a hard orgasm. Her mom stroked her back softly, helping her to calm down. "That's a good girl... A nice toy for these men.... A good little slut girl."

I slowly pulled out of her and put my clothes back on as Mr. Deel and Mr. Varn did the same. Crissy still had her arms tied behind her back, so she couldn't get dressed. She stood up slowly and unsteadily, her tits thrust out and her nipples still rock hard. Her hair was an absolute mess and her face was sticky with some of the cum that she couldn't quite swallow.

Her mom moved behind her and, looking over her shoulder at us, said, "I think she learned a good lesson today. Make sure that she behaves properly when you see her at school from now on, will you?" Crissy looked at each of us and I swear that she looked like she wanted more. Diana then turned Crissy around and led her to her bedroom.

The others left now that the entertainment was over. No one said much, mostly we just smiled at each other and shook our heads in disbelief at what had just happened. They told me what a lucky guy I was as they left and how they couldn't wait for school on Monday.

As I closed the door, I turned and saw Diana coming from the bedroom. She also smiled as she walked over to me. "I hope your friends had a fun time at the party," she said with a giggle. "It sure seemed like they did."

We went to the couch and stared at the TV where the game was still going on. A couple of minutes later, Diana said to me, "Did it make you angry when I sucked his cock?"

The image of her sucking Mr. Varn's cock jumped back into my head. "Yes, I never thought I'd see that," I told her.

Another couple of minutes went by. Diana slid her hand down onto my cock which had got hard again as I remembered what she had done. "Do you think that if I behave like a slut like that, I should be treated like one, too? Just like Crissy.... A toy for men's pleasure...." As she talked, she stroked my cock with her hand.

Before I could think of what to say, she slid to the floor in front of me and opened up my pants. Diana took out my cock, stroking it slowly as she admired the large size. She took me in her mouth, sucking me for a minute, then she finished the conversation. "Maybe they can come watch another game next week."

I grabbed her head and shoved my cock deep into her throat. "A slut likes it that way," I thought to myself. "Just like her daughter."