6 comments/ 237260 views/ 73 favorites Girlfriend's Dad Ch. 02 By: Markf After that first afternoon with my girlfriend's dad, I made it a point to be over at the Engle's everyday. Margie and her mom were not scheduled to come home from vacation for another couple of weeks. In the meantime, her dad and I continued our hot relationship. The day after our first encounter, I was back at the house in the late morning. My ass was still sore from the pounding it received the previous day. Although it was sore, I knew already that I wanted more. I couldn't decide which I liked better - sucking Chuck's cock or having it up my ass. When I knocked at the front door, I heard Chuck call "Come on in!" I let myself in to find him sitting naked on the pool deck. "Join me," he said. I stripped down to the buff and stretched out on the chaise next to his. He already had a pitcher of drinks ready and he poured me one. We chatted idly for a few minutes while I downed my drink. I was already nervous and drinking helped to cover it up. It also, of course, may me very loose and randy. While we drank and talked, my eyes kept wandering to his cock. I was fascinated by it. It lay there, loose and flaccid over his heavy balls. Chuck caught my look. "Come over here," he said. He spread his legs on the lounge and had me kneel between his legs. "Touch it," he said. I leaned forward and gently took his cock in my hand. As I fondled it, it grew warm and hard in my hand. I marveled at the size and hardness of it. Gently pumping my hand up and down, Chuck closed his eyes and sighed. Without prompting, I leaned forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth. "Ooohh, that's it. That's my boy," he murmured. This was only my second time with a cock in my mouth but I already knew how much I liked it. I sucked him as deep into my mouth as I could. Then I licked it up and down, licking it from the crown all the way down to his balls and back. "You catch on very quickly," he chuckled. He had one hand on my head, directing me. I swooped down on him again and swallowed as much of his dick as I could. I bobbed up and down, trying to take as much as I could. Slowly, I took more and more. Eventually, he groaned and peeled me off his cock. "Let's try something different," he said. At this point in my experience, everything was different. We got up and he lead me into the house, carrying the pitcher of drinks, our hard cocks bobbing in front of us. Once in the living room, he had me lay down on my back. He crouched over me so that his hard cock dangled in my face. I felt him take my cock with one hand and lick it. It was all I needed. I reached up and gobbled his cock into my mouth. For several minutes all you could hear was the sound of us slurping and sucking cocks. We each would moan deep in our throats. A couple of times Chuck came off me and asked me to stop. Of course, that meant he stopped for me too. It was my first lesson in control. But after a bit, perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer. I let his cock fall out of my mouth and cried out. I felt myself pumping my hot cum into his mouth. At the same time he continued sucking, milking me for every drop. When he finally let my cock slip from his lips, he turned around and lay next to me. We exchanged a sloppy kiss as he gave me back some of what I had given him. I finally broke the kiss and started to move down to his cock, so I could finish him off. He stopped me instead. "In a minute," he said, "let's rest a minute." We got up and he refreshed our drinks. I was getting pretty tipsy by this time. Chuck sat down in his big living room chair and he had me straddle his lap while we drank. He would idly pinch my tits and play with my cock, which was already rising again. After a bit, I felt his big cock rising underneath me, tickling my balls and asshole. Chuck finished his drink with a gulp and set it down. Then he lifted me off him, stood up and then laid me down on the floor. This time, he was between my legs, which he put over his shoulders. He found the lube on the table next to the chair. Then he proceeded to grease up my ass and his cock. I stared in fascination as he fingered me and then spread the vaseline over his member, which looked ready to burst. He caught my eye as he leaned forward. I felt his cock at my asshole and spread my legs. He pushed in, slowly at first. It still hurt a bit but I wanted his cock there. I wanted him filling me up. Chuck pushed harder and then he was sliding into me. I felt the power of him as he filled me up. He leaned forward and kissed me. While kissing, he moved his hips and pumped in and out of me. I loved it. I loved the attention, the closeness, the maleness of him. I loved the feeling of his hard cock inside me, his tongue on mine. Chuck broke the kiss, grabbed my hips and began thrusting in and out. I closed my eyes. I heard him whisper "Play with yourself." With my eyes still closed I started fondling myself. I tried to time my handjob with his thrusts. He began to pick up speed and started to pant. "You love my cock in your ass, don't you?" "Oh yes," I whispered. "I'm going to fuck your sweet little ass until you can't stand it." "Oh, please. Yeah, fuck my ass." I was trying to get into the dirty talk. "Tell me you want my cock, tell me you want my cum." "Please, please, fuck me with your big cock. Fill me with your cum. Cum all over me!" At that he groaned even more and he thrust into me as far as he could. He cried out and I knew he was coming. He pulled out of me abruptly and grabbed his spurting cock. He sprayed cum all over my stomach and abdomen. After he shook off the last drops, he dropped down onto me and crushed his lips against mine. I could feel his cum between us, wet and slippery. After a few minutes he rolled off me and lay on the rug. After dozing for awhile, we got up. He took me into the master bathroom shower and we cleaned each other off. He even jerked me off since I hadn't cum the last time. After we left the shower we went back poolside and laid in the shade for a while. After a bit, I drifted off. When I awoke it was mid afternoon. Chuck was sitting nearby, clad in a robe, reading. "Hi," he said. "How are you feeling?" "Great", I said, "sleepy." He nodded. "I called your folks, told them you'd be late and might have dinner here tonight. Is that okay with you? Or you can go home, whichever." "Thank, I'll stay. But probably can't stay too late." "No problem. I'll get you home in plenty of time." He grinned. I grinned back. I got up off the chaise lounge and went over where to where he was sitting. I knelt down in front of him. I opened up his robe and reached in for his cock. I took it out and started to stroke it. "Mmmmm..." he said. I bent forward to take him in my mouth. I gently licked the tip, savoring the taste. Chuck settled back in his chair. I took more of him down my throat. He moaned louder. I bent to my task. I was determined to take as much of him as possible. I worked diligently and in about ten minutes, I could feel his pubic hair tickling my nose. I continued to suck up and down his entire length. Once, I almost gagged, but I caught myself and backed off a little. "Faster," he murmured. "I'm gonna cum. Faster." I withdrew a little and then bobbed up and down as quickly as I could. His moaning became louder. Suddenly his legs went rigid. He grabbed my head and held me to him. Suddenly he was cumming and he fired his load into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could until it was dribbling out of my mouth. I withdrew his cock and played it over my face. I caught the last little drops with my tongue. Chuck sighed. "For someone who's only been doing this for a couple of days, you sure know how to suck a cock. You've never done this before, right?" "Never," I said and stood, wiping the cum off my face with the back of my hand. "Am I doing it all right?" "Whew! Oh yeah. You're definitely doing it right. Come over here." I felt proud that he liked what I was doing. In fact, I loved sucking his cock. I wished right then I could just do it over and over. I stood in front of him. He slipped out of the chair and onto his knees. Without preamble he took my cock in his mouth. It instantly sprang erect. I arched my back and tried to thrust forward. I tentatively put my hands on his head, gently holding him to me. With his mouth he sucked me deep inside. With one hand he toyed with my balls while he probed my ass with the other. He pressed hard and pushed his finger deep inside me. I groaned as he fingered me. He pulled gently on my balls and twisted. He sucked harder and harder. Finally I reached the edge and couldn't hold back any longer. I shot my load into his mouth. I grabbed his head for support as I stayed impaled on his finger. After he had milked me dry he withdrew both finger and mouth. He grabbed my hand and led me inside the house again. In the living room he bent me over the back of the couch. I heard him spit on his cock and then he was at my backdoor. I felt him push, his technique rougher this time. It hurt only for a moment and then he slid in me to the hilt. I cried out in anguish and ecstasy. He held my hips tightly and pounded in and out. "Ohhhh, ooohhh," I moaned, "fuck me Mr. Engle, fuck me!" I heard him growl and the thrust even harder. Now I knew how to tease him. "Oh yeah, harder. Fuck my ass. You like doing it with teenage boys don't you?" Bent over, exposed, he kept up his furious pace. He suddenly surprised me by slapping my ass. I jumped. "You like that, too, don't you?" he growled and started slapping my butt in time with his thrusts. I yelled in pleasure and pain. He stopped spanking me and with a howl, thrust hard into me. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as he shot his load. He worked in an out for a minute while he softened and shrank, then with a 'plop' he slid out. Cum ran down my ass. I couldn't move for a minute or so. Finally, he dragged me off the couch, turned me around and hugged me tight. He bent down to kiss me and I relaxed in his arms. At that moment I knew he could do anything, ask anything of me. I was perfectly content. He finally broke the kiss. He sent me off to the shower. After I'd cleaned and dressed he gave me one more kiss and then sent me home. "I may have something special for you tomorrow," he winked. I couldn't wait. As I bicycled home, my butt rubbing against the seat, I tried to imagine what tomorrow would bring. Girlfriend's Dad Ch. 03 The next morning I was back at Mr. Engle's house. My heart pounded and my cock twitched as I knocked and then let myself in. Inside I found Chuck in the living room, talking with another man. This new person was older, maybe in his fifties, with white hair. He was thin with a hawk like nose. Chuck introduced him to me as Bob, a friend from work. So this was the surprise he had for me. Two of them! I trembled at the thought. I smiled and started to sit down. "Oh, no, don't sit," Chuck said. "Stand in the middle of the room. That's it. Now take off your clothes." My eighteen year old cock was rock hard as I dropped my pants. I kicked them into one corner of the room. My t-shirt followed. Then I was standing there awkwardly, under the lustful gaze of the older men. "Turn around," Bob said, and I did a slow turn for them. "Nice ass," Bob commented. "Nice cock, too." I felt myself blushing. Chuck said to me: "Why don't you show Bob what you can do with your mouth." I walked slowly over to Bob. I started to kneel down in front of him but he stopped me. Instead, he ran his hands up and down my legs. He cupped my ass and squeezed. With the finger of one hand he traced the crack in my ass, sending a shiver down me. With the other hand the fondled my cock and balls. "Very nice," he said after a couple of minutes of fondling. He stood up long enough to unbuckle his pants and drop them to the floor. Then he sat back down. I knelt in front of him, suddenly hungry for cock. His was not nearly so big as Chuck's. It was perhaps six inches and slim, not too different then mine. I wrapped my right hand around it easily. I bent forward and licked the tip gently. I heard him sigh and glanced up to see him sitting back with his eyes closed. Still watching him, I slowly swallowed the head and then slid down the length of him. He was so different in size to Chuck that I took him easily the very first time. I didn't stop swallowing him until I reached the root. As my nose buried itself in his pubic hair I heard him cry out. Feeling I had him now, I slowly worked up and down the length of his shaft. I sucked hard and sucked softly. I ran my tongue around the shaft and the head. I took him out of mouth and licked him up and down as I would an ice cream cone. I worked my way further down and sucked his balls into my mouth. I played with them gently, as Chuck had taught me just a couple of days before. Then I licked my way back up and continued going down on him. After about ten minutes of this I could tell he was about to come. I started to pick up the pace of my sucking. He stopped me though. He pulled back and gently pulled me off his cock with his hands. I was mildly disappointed; I had been looking forward to tasting his cum. "Not yet," he said, "I want some of that tight little ass." "Well," said Chuck from behind me, "that shouldn't be a problem. He took to fucking like a duck to water. It's hard to stop the little slut." "I'll say." I felt Chuck lifting me up from behind. As I came to my feet I could feel his long hard cock rubbing the crack of my ass. He had undressed while I'd been blowing Bob. "Let's try something fun, okay?" Chuck asked no one in particular. I was always up for Chuck's ideas. Chuck had Bob lie on the floor on his back. He then lubed up my ass by bending me over and applying the lube with two or three fingers. Then he had me squat over Bob's hard cock. Getting the idea, I slowly lowered myself. I felt Bob's cock start to slip into my ass. He reached for my hips and with a swift motion pulled me down to impale me on him. My eyes opened in surprise for a moment. Still, it was easier to take than Chuck's; a dagger instead of a club. I got used to the new position for a moment and then began to move up and down. Bob kept his hands on my hips. He would thrust up as I came down, pushing for maximum penetration. Chuck came along side and stood next to me. He offered his stiffening prick and I took it in my mouth. What a trip! I had a cock in my ass and a cock in my mouth. Some stranger I had never met before was fucking me, and I was sucking off my girlfriend's dad. I savored every moment of Chuck's prick. I ran my tongue over the bulbous head and traced the veins down the length of it. With one hand I hefted his balls and knew they were filled with hot salty cum that would be gushing down my throat shortly. I sucked like a madman possessed. Something had sent me over the edge and now all I wanted was cock. As much as I could get. I sucked and licked Chuck while Bob thrust up into me. I vaguely heard Bob moaning and in a moment I could feel him jerk and then he was filling me with cum. I worked harder on Chuck and he grabbed my head and rammed his cock into my mouth. The next moment I nearly drowned as jet after jet of hot, sloppy cum filled my mouth. I couldn't swallow it all and it overflowed out of my mouth and down my chin. I was held for a moment between the two spent men. Then Chuck withdrew and about the same time Bob's cock slipped out of my butt. I rolled off and onto the floor. I reached for my own cock and pumped it, trying for my own release. Bob rolled over and managed to get his mouth on my prick just as I erupted. He licked and swallowed it all. The three of us lay there for a few minutes. Bob eventually got up and rumaged in his clothes for a cigarette. He offered each of us one. I think I had only smoked maybe once before this, but here I was lounging around naked with two other men, smoking. It was beyond cool. Once the cigarettes were finished, Bob went to the bathroom to clean up. While he was gone, Chuck said, "Now you're going to get your turn." "My turn for what?" "Bob wants you to fuck him the ass." "Really? Wow." I was excited at the idea. Although I had just shot my wad a few minutes before, I felt myself getting hard. Bob came back. He sat down next to me on the floor and began fondling my prick. "Such a nice prick," he said. I lay back and let him fondle me. He slid his hands up my chest and tweaked my tits. I jumped a little; they were very sensitive and I found the brief pain exciting. "You like that, don't you?" I nodded. He pressed his mouth to mine and our tongues played tag for a while. He kept playing with my prick, which was now quite hard. "I want you in my ass," he whispered. I grinned and nodded. He moved over to the ottoman and draped himself over it. Chuck handed me the vaseline. For the first time I dipped my fingers in the jar, then smeared it on Bob's asshole. I slowly worked my fingers in, two at a time. I was amazed at how tight and hot his hole was. Eventually, I was had my fingers in him completely. I withdrew and then covered my cock with the slimy stuff. I got into position and put the tip of my cock at his asshole. I pushed forward. His ass resisted for a minute and I wondered if I was doing something wrong. Then I began to penetrate. I moved into him slowly. Bob groaned softly. I pressed forward until I was all the way in. My sparse pubes were brushing his ass. The feeling was so incredible. His ass was so warm and gripped me tighter than any hand. I moved slowly because I knew I would come if I moved too fast. I pulled out until I was almost out, then thrust slowly all the way back in. I worked in and out for a few minutes. I was too excited to last long. I grabbed Bob's hips and began to bang in and out as the orgasm rose in me. Bob pushed back with every penetration. He grunted softly in time with the thrusts. I couldn't hold back any more and I cried out as I flooded his ass with my cum. It was one of the most intensive orgasms I ever had. I shuddered and shook as I spilled my seed into him. I slumped forward but he clinched his ass and kept me from pulling out. He kept a grip on me and moved back and forth. Within a couple of minutes I was hard again. I began to fuck him again with a slow, steady pace. I felt fingers on my ass and then the familiar feel of Chuck's cock against my asshole. He pressed into me and I moved to greet him. I sighed deeply as I felt him slide into me. It was strange to feel my cock in one ass while another cock slid into mine. Chuck grabbed my hips and began to move in and out. No fear of coming here! Chuck's movements caused me to thrust in and out of Bob. He began to moan as my prick picked up speed. It was kind of difficult to get the motions coordinated, but after a few minutes we kind of had it down. I would alternate my concentration between the cock in my ass and my prick in Bob's ass. Finally, I felt the familiar tingling. I shot another load into Bob's ass. I slumped forward and Chuck began to work in and out of my tight passage. Laying on Bob's back, I reached underneath and found his prick. I worked my hand up and down. He began to moan again. I picked up the pace and he groaned and I felt his cum all over my hand. At about the same time, Chuck pushed as far into me as he could. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me as his monster cock filled me up again. He withdrew and once again I could feel the load of cum leaking out of me. Chuck got up and sat in a chair. I sat down on the floor at his feet. He tousled my hair in a friendly fashion. Bob finally turned around and just sat there by the ottoman. "Wow," he said, "wow." We all smoked another cigarette. Bob checked the time. "I've got to go now," he said, "but I want to do this again." He came over and squeezed my cock and balls and kissed me deeply. "I want to fuck you again soon," he said. "Fine with me," I replied. Bob shook Chuck's hand, dressed and left. Chuck got up and fixed us a couple of drinks. I was feeling very adult -- drinking, smoking and fucking. "Well, what would you like to do this afternoon?" he asked. Girlfriend's Dad Ch. 04 While my high school girlfriend and her mom were gone on summer vacation, I had ended up being seduced by her dad. My summer job consisted of taking care of their home and pool, so I was not raising any suspicions at home. Everyday I would bicycle off to the Engle's. And every day I would spend my time sucking and fucking with Mr. Engle. I had progressed to the point where I couldn't wait to get to his house. I had come to love sucking his huge cock and having it rammed up my ass. I couldn't get enough. He had even invited over a co-worker of his once and the two of them had used me all day. Now, about a week after this had all begun, I was again biking up to the Engle's house. I knew that things would change as soon as Margie and her mom got home, but I was determined to use every minute I had with Chuck. When I got to the house, I knocked and let myself in with my key. As usual, Chuck was on the chaise lounge by the pool, naked in the sun. The tall trees and shrubbery hid the view from the neighbors. "Hi, Mr. Engle," I said. Without being prompted, I shucked my clothes and climbed onto the lounge next to him. "Good morning," he said and he ran his hands down my body. He fondled my prick until it was hard, then squeezed my balls. His hand trailed underneath to my asshole, which he stroked lightly. "Mmmm, you're just as tasty as ever!" "Thanks," I said and I reached up and kissed him. His tongue insinuated itself into my mouth and we played tongue tag for several minutes. While we were kissing he took my left hand and moved it to his prick. I grasped his huge member, barely able to encircle it with my hand. I marveled at the texture of it and how I could get such a huge monster up my ass. Both my mouth and my ass ached to have it. We stroked each other's cocks while we kissed. After a bit we pulled apart, out of breath. Chuck looked into my eyes. "Would you like to do something special for me?" "Anything," I said, wondering what else we could do together. "It's a little weird," he said, "I don't know if you'd want to do it or not." "A little weird? As compared to what we've been doing?" He laughed. "I see your point. Come on." He got up and led me by the hand into the house. We walked through the living room and down the hall. At the end we turned right, into my girlfriend Margie's bedroom. "You want to do it in here?" I asked. The idea made me vaguely uncomfortable. After all, I still loved Margie didn't I? I still wanted to sleep with her but I didn't want to do it with her dad in her room. "No, no," he replied hastily. "Not at all. What I want you to do though...." He paused for moment, then continued quickly, "I want you to pick out some of her clothes. Dress up in a skirt, nylons, bra - all that stuff. Then come see me in the living room." He turned quickly and left the room. I stood there with my mouth open. Dress up in girl's clothes? I was shocked for a moment but then the idea began to build within me. After all, when I'd had the house to myself this summer, more than a few times I had wondered into this room. I'd gone through her drawers and her closet out of curiosity. Now though.... Dress up in Margie's clothes? I found the idea more and more intriguing. I went through her top drawer and started to select a pair of panties. Then I thought better of it. I probably wouldn't be wearing the panties long. Instead, I found a garter belt and a pair of nylons. I figured out how the belt worked and then put them on. I loved the sheer feel of the nylon as they encased my legs. I was getting a hard on just from the feel. From her closet I found a short pleated green wool skirt. Margie is kind of a big girl so her clothes didn't fit that badly on me. In her middle drawer I found a plain white bra. I fiddled around with that and got it on. Obviously, I couldn't fill the cups. I took some socks and stuffed the bra. Then a simple white blouse, almost like a shirt. It took a bit to get the blouse buttoned. Finally I found a pair of black high heels. They were tight on my feet but they'd do. In stood in front of the full length mirror and admired myself. My long hair worked with the outfit. Too bad I didn't know much about makeup. I went into Margie's half bath and found her makeup. Might as well try. I found some eyelash stuff and carefully applied it. It seemed to work. Then I found some muted lipstick. I had to apply it a couple of times before I was satisfied. I checked myself in the mirror. Not too bad, I thought. I gathered myself up and walked on unsteady feet to the living room. Chuck was there, sitting in his chair, a drink in his hand. In the center of the room, I gave a short curtsey and spun around. "Wow," was all he said. He rose and his cock rose with him. He took me into his arms. His hands roamed up and down my body. They paused to squeeze my ass. I felt him hiking up my skirt, exposing my bare ass. "Very nice," he whispered. He let the skirt drop. He bent and kissed me and I responded in kind. I could feel his hard cock between us. I moaned as his tongue probed my mouth. After a few minutes he broke the kiss. He took a step back and sat down in his living room chair. His hands were on my arms and he urged me down. I kept my eyes on his as I knelt in front of him. I took his mammoth cock in my hand and skinned it up and down. Still holding his eyes, I took the head in my mouth and ran my tongue around it. He groaned and his eyes narrowed to slits. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took as much of it as I could down my throat. His eyes closed and his hands found my head. They guided me up and down his cock. I loved the taste of it, the salty pre-cum, the heat of it. I doubled my efforts to swallow as much as I could. My hands encircled the base of his cock. Slowly, slowly, I took him all in. Chuck moaned and whimpered as I worked on him. I started moving up and down rapidly, fucking his cock with my mouth. In no time I had him on the edge. He gripped my head tightly and thrust deeply. Suddenly my mouth was filling with his hot cum. I managed to receive all of it by swallowing rapidly. Keeping him in my mouth, I continued to suck him as he softened. He let go of my head and sank back in the chair. I finally released him and sat back on my heels. "Wow," he said again. "That was fantastic." He sighed again. "I'm glad you liked it," I said. "What else can I do for you?" I grinned wickedly and licked my lips. "Oh, you'll find out. Give me a few minutes though." Rising he made us both drinks. He lit a cigarette and then lit one for me. We sat side by side on the couch, smoking. "I don't want you to think," he said, "that because you're in Margie's clothes I have some desire for my daughter." I giggled. "Just some desire for me. Or teenage girls in general." He laughed. "Probably both. But you especially." He ran his hand up under my skirt and found my cock. "Such a nice cock. Well, we'll have to think about what we can do about this." He shook my hard on gently. "You'll think of something." "I'm sure." He continued to jerk me off for a few minutes. When I started to moan, he slipped off the couch and knelt between my legs. He pushed the skirt up and took my cock in his mouth. I moaned more. I slipped my legs over his shoulders. I held his head to me while he sucked. I marveled at the view - the older man with his head between my legs, sucking me; the sight of my stockinged legs over his shoulders, the black heels on my feet. I could taste the lipstick on my lips. Chuck stopped long enough to moisten a finger and resumed sucking me. His finger slipped underneath me and into my ass. I shifted again as he finger fucked me. It was too much. I gasped and grabbed his head and shot my load down his throat. He drank it all down without missing a beat. When my cock became too sensitive for his attention, I pushed him away. Mouth and finger withdrew. He let me lay there for a minute. Then he picked me up off the couch, turned me around and had me lay over the couch. I felt him behind me. I looked over my shoulder to watch him. He flipped the skirt up over my back, exposing my rear. He surprised me again when he suddenly plunged his face to my rear. His tongue started licking around my asshole. I gasped at the new sensation. His tongue started probing my asshole. He pushed his tongue inside me. Despite having just come, my cock sprang back to attention. Chuck continued the rim job for a couple of minutes. Then he rose and I could see him holding his giant cock. It pressed against my asshole. I spread my legs a bit more and relaxed. He grabbed my hips and pushed and then he was sliding in me. It was a bit rougher without the lube. I bit my lip. He slowly pushed into me. He took his time and after a few minutes he was all the way in. The pain eased a bit and Chuck began to pump in an out. The more he fucked me, the more I enjoyed it. I started to push my ass back to greet him when he would push forward. We got a good rhythm going. "Oh, yes, you like this don't you?" I nodded. I looked back at him and licked my lips. His grip on my hips increased. "You're such a lovely little slut. Your ass just sucks up my cock. I just love fucking your little teenage ass." "Do me, Mr. Engle. Do me. Fuck my ass. Come on, give it to me. I'm you're little teenage slut. I love being your slut. Oh yeah, that's it." I buried my head in the couch cushions. Chuck was almost violent now. My ass was hot and burning and I could feel his hot length of meat moving in an out of me. He gave a cry and then buried himself to the hilt. I could feel his pubic hair on my ass. He flooded my insides with cum. Before he finished spurting, he pulled out and laid his big dick on my back. I could feel the cum on my skin. He finally fell back. I just lay there, my ass exposed to the air, the come running out of my ass. I could feel some oozing down my balls and my cock. I started to get up. "Wait," he said. "Don't move." He got up and left the room. I felt a bit foolish bent over like that. I heard him come back. "Don't move," he said again. Then there was a click and a flash. He was taking pictures! I felt very dirty and slutty. He took a couple and then let me up. I sat on the couch and he took more of me, decked out like a teenage girl. I tried to strike some provocative poses. For one he had sit on the couch, legs spread, and hold my skirt up showing my hard cock. We took a break then. Chuck went and showered. I sat on the patio in teenage drag, smoking and drinking vodka and lime. When Chuck came back he set up his camera on a tripod with a timer in the living room. Then we played for a while taking pictures. The challenge was to set the timer and then rush back into various poses. We took several of me sucking his cock. By this time I had discarded all of Margie's clothing except for the stockings and heels. We took a couple of rolls of film, mostly of me sucking Chuck or him fucking me. When we were down to the last couple of shots, he said, "Okay, now you do me." So we took a couple of shots of me in heels and stockings, fucking my girlfriend's dad. We set up one great one with me on my back and Chuck impaled on my cock, taken with my feet toward the camera. All you saw was a pair of legs in stockings and high heels, framing my balls, my cock disappearing up Chuck's ass. It was a great way to wind up the day. Margie and her Mom were due back the next day. Chuck and I spent time on the chaise lounge, hugging and kissing and fondling. It would probably be some time before we could repeat the week's events. When I left that evening, I felt a little sad. But I knew I'd see Mr. Engle again. And besides, Margie was still my girlfriend. I wonder if she could be as wild as her dad?