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Runt Ch. 01

By: scrappy82001



I'll be the first to admit it. I was in a foul mood that night. Looking back, I'm not really sure why. I suppose the weather wasn't helping. It was the middle of April and snowing in Chicago. It had been almost a year to the day that my wife had walked out on me. I suppose that could have been a factor. I had come to the conclusion that I was a perv and that probably had more to do with it than anything else did.

Last year when my wife Dawn had walked out on me, she left me with our two kids to care for. Now my daughter Suzy was finishing high school and my son Bob was wrapping up his first year at college. I knew I was better off without Dawn. We had been high school sweethearts and had been married for 19 years, but she was always such a prude. She never trusted me and after watching an Oprah on internet porn she looked at the history on my browser. When she discovered a porn web site I had visited, she confronted me and went hysterical - and I laughed. When I got home the next day she was gone. Our minister called and told me she had asked him to contact me. She had discussed my "problem" with him and they agreed that our marriage could be saved if I would ask God for forgiveness. I hung up. The last I heard she and the minister had left town and had joined a commune in California. It created quite a sensation in our little Northwest Indiana town. A few weeks after they had gone off together, the minister's wife stopped by. She was dressed in what I'm sure she thought of as a sexy outfit, but at five-foot and two hundred pounds; she was a lost cause. I tried to be polite when I told her to leave me the fuck alone, but somehow she took it the wrong way. It just didn't seem right. My Dawn had been fairly attractive. The thought of taking up with the minister's wife would have been like swapping his pig for my Dawn. It wasn't happening. 

For the most part the kids did rather well with handling their mom's departure. Dawn had always been very devout and demanded a great deal of involvement in the church. Sundays wasn't enough. Dawn made sure the kids regularly attended the youth groups, volunteer work, and choir, just to name a few. After Dawn left, I quit going to church, but the kids continued to attend church services and activities. The minister's wife made it a point to make sure my kids knew how concerned she was that I was a pervert and was going to H-E-Double-L. She even gave my daughter information on a porn addiction program. My daughter torn it up in front of her. When the new minister arrived a few months later, I received a letter that told me that neither my kids nor me would be welcome at their church any longer. I wasn't surprised or disappointed. To my relief the kids seemed OK with it too.

That September, two more things happened to our family. Bob went off to college and I was promoted to VP Sales. The raise I received coupled with the end of the church tithing, meant that as a family, we were pretty much set for money. The job was a lot more demanding, but I figured Suzy had just turned eighteen would be fine fending for herself around the house. The job included entertaining clients and it wasn't long before I knew my way around most of the titty bars and whorehouses in Chicago.

Although the job caused me to become something of a regular at the whorehouses, I didn't partake. First and foremost I had to be there for my clients and I didn't feel I could be watching out for them if I was indulging myself. I became friendly with many of the girls, whom I found to be rather nice. A few had drug problems, but most were just making a living.

While I was completely OK with Dawn's departure from my life, the anniversary was looming and I found myself thinking about it more than I care to admit. I had some very good clients come into town in early April and I took them to a high class whore house run by a madam named Sunny. After I had set up the guys I was shooting the shit with Sunny at bar when suddenly I stopped. I saw a new girl. She had her back to me and from behind she looked exactly like my daughter Suzy. The girl was talking to a customer and was standing in front of an old time juke box that was lit up with neon. The light from the juke box shined through her long dress, making it see through enough so I could tell she had on no underwear. 

Sunny followed my look and laughed. "I knew I'd eventually have someone here for you Dan," Sunny said.

"Who is she?" I asked.

"We call her Runt," Sunny answered.

"Runt? Odd name," I said, "but kind of sexy."

Runt turned around and I saw that the resemblance to Suzy was not as strong from the front. Both girls were beautiful, but in different ways. I've often wondered if I would have been as attractive to Runt if the first time I saw her didn't come with the strong feeling that I was looking at my Suzy. Before Sunny could call her over, she and the client headed up the stairs.

I was kind of hoping that Runt was only going up for a "quicky", but when my clients came down she was still upstairs, so I paid Sunny and we left. In the weeks that followed I couldn't get Runt out of my mind. I was getting more erections than in my old high school days. I was a bit disturbed when I couldn't stop thinking of Runt every time I saw my daughter Suzy. I began to consider that maybe Dawn was right. Maybe I really was a sick perverted asshole.

None of my next few business entertainment outings took me to Sunny's. Different clients have different tastes and it just happened to work out that none of my clients over the next few weeks were the "Whore House" type. I was sitting at a titty bar listening to a drunken client's philosophy when a gem of wisdom came from his mouth. We were talking about the latest sports star that was accused of raping a girl when the client made the comment that if he was a sports star he most certainly would be raping these groupies. After all, he said, what's the point of having to live with the rape reputation if you never had the fun of the actual raping?

Of course this guy was an asshole, and I laughed heartily at his joke, but his comment did get me to thinking. My whole town and all of the friends Dawn and I had made during our married life thought of me as a pervert. Even in my workplace I had the reputation of a pervert since my co-workers all knew that a good portion of my job was getting clients laid. I had a reputation, but never had the fun of actually doing any of the things my reputation warranted. I though about this for a few days and made up my mind. I called my daughter and told her that some clients had come to town unexpectedly and that I would be out late. I headed to Sunny's.

I should have been happy, but as I said before, I was in a foul mood. I walked into Sunny's I could tell that she sensed a difference in me. I had come alone. This wasn't me there to entertain clients. I was there to fuck a whore and Sunny knew just the girl I wanted.

"Wait at the bar," Sunny said, "I'll find Runt."

Moments later she returned holding Runt's hand. She made the introductions and left. I bought Runt a drink. "You have a cute name," I said.

"Thanks. It's a nickname I've had since I was a kid. I'm one of quintuplets - me and three brothers. My Mom told me that my Dad used to tease her about having a litter and since I've always been on the small side, the name just kind of fit."

Runt was small. Like Suzy she was only about five-foot tall. She couldn't have weighed ninety pounds. I thought she was cute when I saw her the first time I saw her. Now up close I realized she was actually very stunning. She had brown hair that cascaded off her shoulders and deep green eyes. She had an impish grin that went perfectly with her size. She was wearing a knee length dress that was tight enough to make it plain that she had on no underware. Her nipples were plain and her aureoles were very large.

"C cup"

"Uh, what?" I asked.

"You were staring. You were wondering how big they are."

I laughed. "Jesus was I that obvious?"

"Yeah, it's cool though," she replied. "Want to go upstairs?"

"I'm in no rush," I replied.

Runt smiled. "Me either. Sunny told me to take good care of you, so you can consider me your personal slave for the night. You just need to tell me what you want." 

I smiled and held up my glass to her. She smiled, picked up her glass and clinked it against mine. This was going to be a memorable night.

"How long have you been whoring?" I asked. I knew a lot of the girls didn't like that kind of talk, but as I said before, I was in a foul mood that night. 

Runt wasn't phased by the question. She smiled. "About six months. I started topless dancing to make money for school and one of the girls found out about this place. I love it here. Sunny runs a good house."

"What are your limits?" I asked.

"I'm not really into shit, piss, animals, kids, bondage, or pain. Otherwise I'll do anything."

"Anything?" I asked, "Sounds like a challenge."

"That could be fun," she replied. "I meant it when I said I'm your slave. You can challenge me all you want. I'll really do anything. I'm a slut. I like the freedom being a slut brings. I don't have hang-ups, sexual or otherwise."

"We'll see," I replied.

I was in no hurry to go upstairs. I was looking for a way to challenge her. I set myself a goal that I would leave Runt as more of a slut when I was through with her than when I started. We talked about the things she had done and she had done a lot. She had done girls, DPs, facials, ass fucking, fucking in public - and that was all before she started at Sunny's. This girl was a hard core slut and was enjoying it. I just couldn't figure out how to challenge her.

The barmaid brought us another drink. I had been telling Runt about my situation. I told her how Dawn had dumped me and about my kids. She was interested in my son and the college he was attending. As it turned out, she had been accepted to the same school my son was attending. They had offered her a full ride scholarship in swimming, but in the last swim meet of the year she slipped and broke her leg. The school revoked her scholarship and now Runt was attending a community college while still living with her mom and brothers. She was saving most of her money to go to the school that had rejected her. The rest she was using her money to pay for the community college. As she told me this story I could see the competitiveness and drive in her attitude. I had no doubt she would reach her goal.

The fact that this little whore had a life outside of the house interested me. I started asking her for more details. 

"So you still live at home? Do they know you work here?" I asked.

"God no! They think I am bartending."

"Haven't your brothers ever tried to come to your bar?"

"I told them it was a private country club. It kept them away and explained all of the cash. The members of "the country club" are very good tippers," she said laughing.

"What about times you spend the night?" I asked her smiling, then added, "Like tonight?"

"Wedding at the club. By the time the time the party is over and we clean up, it's sometimes dawn. At least that's what I tell my Mom."

I suddenly knew what I wanted. "Let's go upstairs," I told her.

I could tell Runt was wondering what had suddenly popped into my mind, but she didn't ask. Instead she led the way. I followed Runt up the stairs and she showed me to her room. I had never been upstairs before and was interested to see what the layout was like. Each girl had her own room with a private bath. Runt's room was nice. There was a huge bed with lots of pillows. On one wall was a small, but well stocked bar. Runt had decorated her room with lots of pictures of herself in various stages of sex. Most of the pictures were of an angle that made it apparent that the person doing her had taken the picture. There was a lot of her sucking cocks, obviously taken by the guy. There were a few of her eating pussy, taken by the girl. Some had been taken as she was being fucked. A few must have been taken by a third party. Seeing her in these pictures was my first opportunity of seeing her naked. Her body was stunning. One picture was a close-up of a cock entering her pussy. I saw she had only a small tuft of hair above it. I was studying the pic and she was smiling at me.

"Like my pics?" she asked, "Want to take a few?"

I noticed she had a camera hanging on the wall near the bar. Frankly it was all I could do not to agree and start in, but I resisted. I had another plan.

"You're my slave?" I asked.

Runt nodded.

"You'll do anything?" I asked.

Again, the nod.

"Here is what I want. I want you to suck my cock. I want to fuck your pussy and asshole. I'm not sure where I want to cum. It might be in your mouth, on your face, on your tits, in your cunt, or in your asshole."

Runt smiled, "That sounds like heaven," she sighed.

"I want all that, but something more," I said.

"Anything," Runt said.

"I want to be talk to your mom while we are playing."

"WHAT! - NO!"

I smiled. "Come on Runt, I thought you were my slave. I thought you were a whore."

"But my mom? I couldn't."

I almost said ok. Forget it. But as I said, I was in kind of a foul mood that night and I was determined to make her sluttier.

I turned her around and unzipped her dress. It fell to her feet and she was naked. "You have to admit then, I won. You're not as free as you said."

"I guess I do have limits," she replied.

"That's too bad, I didn't take you for a quitter."

At that Runt gave me a hard look. I was right about her competitive spirit. She was beginning to see me as more than just another John and this night as more than an average night. "I don't have a phone up here," she said.

I reached in my pocket and showed her my cell phone. "No problem," I smiled.

When she smiled, shook her head and said, "You bastard," I knew it was going to happen. "A few ground rules first though. You can talk to her, but you can't tell her where I work or what I do."

"Uh, Runt, you are the slave around here. I'll decide what I'll tell her."

"Fuck, Ok. But try to be nice," she said. "Do you want me to dial?"

"Not yet," I replied, "First strip me. Next get us a few drinks. Oh and one more thing. Suck me off first. It's been a while and I want to be able to last with your mom.

Runt smiled. Maybe she thought that I had just been testing her. Maybe she thought I would not push her after she sucked me. In any event, she helped me out of my clothes. I think she was impressed with me. For a 42-year-old man I was in pretty good shape. Dawn had been fairly over bearing about my weight while we were married. Of course she had put on some pounds, but I was still at my wedding weight. For the record, I'm 6-3, 185 pounds, brown hair and blue eyes. I do 50 sit-ups and push-ups every day and watch what I eat. When she pulled down my underwear I was pleased to see her smile. While my cock isn't tremendously long, about 7" but it is very thick. 

She pushed me gently onto the bed and climbed over me. The sight of her hanging tits was making me hard. Without touching me, she bent down and licked the entire length of my cock.

Runt was a very good cocksucker. She licked the shaft, sucked the tip. She lifted my cock and licked my balls. She took one ball gently in her mouth and started humming. I couldn't believe the sensation of depth the humming gave to me. It was as if that ball was at the center of my soul. She let it go and rose up; licking the shaft as it pointed straight up. Our eyes met and she gave me a dazzling smile. She looked beautiful smiling at me from behind my erect cock. I wish I could have reached the camera. 

She took hold of my cock and started to gently pump it up and down. I was oozing pre-cum and it dripped down over her fingers. I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I wanted to surprise her with my load, but she was a pro and could tell. She locked her lips around the tip and continued to pump the shaft. 

Suddenly I was pouring a massive load of hot thick sticky cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all down and continued to pump more out. With each stroke more was flowing until it was over. When my cock had become half-hard, she gently kissed the tip and laid it back against my stomach, then she once more licked the entire shaft. It was such an intense cum that when it happened, it briefly crossed my mind that I would let her off the hook, but that lick got me back in the zone. 

It was time to call her mom.

(to be continued) 

Runt Ch. 02



For those who provided it, thanks for the feedback.

The story thus far...

I was upstairs in a whorehouse with a young whore named Runt. She got her name because she was the smallest in a set of quadruplets. I had just received a fantastic blowjob from Runt and was just about to fuck her, but before we started Runt had agreed to let me talk to her mom on the phone while we continued.

*

"You taste great," Runt said, licking the last few drops of cum off of the tip of my half-hard cock.

"Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed your drink, but now I'm thirsty. How about getting me a scotch?"

Runt laughed and got up, still completely naked and mixed me a drink. She brought it back to the bed and handed it to me. I could tell the call was still on her mind, but she didn't bring it up. 

"Do you have a picture of your mom? I'd like to see what she looks like."

"You bastard! You're not going to let me off the hook are you?" Runt said smiling. She walked into the bathroom and opened a drawer. She reached into the vanity and returned holding a picture. She handed it to me. I set down the drink and looked at the picture. The resemblance was obvious.

"Your mother is very beautiful," I told Runt.

"Thanks."

"How is her body?"

Runt smiled. "It's great. She still gets lots of stares."

"You haven't mentioned your father," I said.

"He died when I was a baby. I have almost no memories of him. My mom always took good care of us."

"Does she date?"

"Why do you ask," Runt said, "are you interested?"

"Who knows? I might be. Would you fix your Mom up with a guy you met here?"

"I might. You seem nice. You seem honest. Who knows, maybe you would be good for her. I'd like to see her have someone. God knows she deserves it. She dates some, but she just can't seem to get a relationship to go up a level and I don't know why. Every time she starts getting close to a guy, they just seem to stop coming around," Runt said.

I almost decided not to make the call, but maybe Runt was right. Maybe Dawn was right. Maybe I am a bastard. I handed her the phone and she dialed. "Mom?" she said, "No, I'm fine. Were you asleep? I have a friend that wants to talk to you. He's a nice guy and I thought you would like to get to know each other."

Biting her lip, she handed me the phone. I was lying on my back. I took the phone and pressed the mute button, then told Runt to play with my cock until it was hard again. She smiled and started. I released the mute button. "Hello," I said.

"Hello, who is this?" asked Runt's mom.

"My name's Dan," I replied. "Runt didn't tell me your name."

"It's Paula."

"Pretty name. You sure must be proud of Runt. She's a great kid."

"I am. So what is this? Is she trying to fix me up here? Is she trying to get her mom a date?"

I laughed. "She showed me your picture and I just had to convince her to let me call you. I hope it's ok."

We spent time getting to know each other. It could have been the same conversation we would have had on any first date. There were only two differences, Paula and I were on the phone, and Paula's daughter was sucking my cock while we spoke.

I was maintaining my concentration with Paula, but it was getting more difficult, or should I say harder. Runt was back to sucking my cock. She had it hard again, then she stopped. She poised herself directly over the shaft. I was wondering what was coming, when suddenly she dropped and swallowed up the whole thing. I had never been deep throated before and let out a yelp.

"Are you ok?" Paula asked.

Slowly Runt lifted her head off my cock and smiled at me. I had to give every ounce of concentration I had not to blast my load again. I couldn't speak. It's hard to imagine what was going through Paula's mind. 

"ARE YOU OK?" she repeated.

I finally regained control. "Yes," I managed to get out while I watched as Runt licked the entire length of the shaft and sucked the swollen tip.

"What's going on over there? Can I speak to Runt?"

"Uh, she kind of has her mouth full right now," I said. Runt must have guessed at what was going on because when she heard me reply she gave my cock an extra hard suck. Again, I groaned.

"WHAT IS GOING ON? LET ME SPEAK TO RUNT!"

I handed the phone to Runt. She looked very cute as she talked to her mom, my still rock hard cock standing inches from her face and dripping with her saliva.

"Everything's fine Mom. Do you like him?"

"I thought you might. He is a great guy," she told her mom while her hand stoked me.

I smiled at Runt. I put two fingers in front of my mouth and darted my tongue between them. It was an invitation to eat her and she didn't need to be asked twice. 

"Hang on a minute mom." Runt put the pone on mute and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. I crawled up between her legs and patted her pussy.

Runt's cunt was shaved except for a small tuft of hair directly above it. I ran a finger up the slit and was pleased to feel her wetness. I took this as a good sign that the whole evening was turning her on. She wasn't a bit shy and kept her legs spread wide open. I gently pulled her pussy lips apart with my fingers and ran my tongue over her wet pussy. 

To tell the truth, I had never been a big fan of eating pussy. In twenty years of marriage I had only eaten Dawn four or five times and that was all in the first few years of our marriage. Dawn didn't really approve of oral sex. She thought it was perverted and to tell the truth I didn't mind. I figured there was nothing I could do to get her to suck me off and I really didn't like eating her all that much. She had a very nasty smell.

When I was in college I was a beer drinker. I tried wine a few times, but never really cared for it. As a kid living on a student's budget I could only afford cheap wine. I had wine friends but could never see what the big deal was. Then I had the opportunity to try wine of a high quality vintage. I was stunned. What I tasted was completely different than anything I had tried before. I couldn't believe the complexity of the flavors. 

Licking Runt's pussy was like my wine experience. Her cunt tasted GOOD! Her juices were flowing and she was enjoying the job I was doing on her. A few times I could sense little spasms going through her body. She was able to control herself enough to keep her mom on the phone. From between her legs I looked up.

She smiled at me as she told her mom, "He's a great guy. One of the best I've known."

I took her words to be a clear signal that she thought I was doing good job eating her. I also was beginning to wonder if she really was trying to set me up with her mom. It also crossed my mind that perhaps she only wanted me to believe that she was trying to set me up with her Mom in hopes that I wouldn't let mom know her little daughter was a whore.

I arose from between her spread legs and lay back on the bed. My cock was in the air and I motioned for her to hand me back the phone and climb on top of me.

"Here Mom, Dan wants to talk to you again." She handed me the phone.

"Hi again," I said as I watched Runt position herself over me. 

"Hi yourself. Are you ok? Caught your breath?"

"I'm going great," I said.

"Runt tells me you are a great guy."

Runt held my cock and lowered herself onto it until it had completely disappeared inside of her. She felt wonderful. I hadn't realized how loose and dry Dawn had been until my cock was completely buried inside Runts tight slippery cunt.

"God, that's great," I said mostly to Runt, but also to her mom, but old habits die hard - Dawn would have been screaming at me for taking the lord's name in vain and I quickly apologized to Paula.

"God damn and Fuckin A! This feller's got manners!" she replied with a fake hillbilly accent.

Her reply caught me off guard and I roared with laughter. It felt weird laughing while I was fucking, but it was really nice. Runt gave me one of her dazzling smiles and started lifting herself up and down on my cock.

"Sorry about that, I usually don't talk like that, but you seem so nice. It just kind of slipped out," Paula said.

"No problem. It feels good," I said. "I mean it feels good to laugh."

"So where are you two?" Paula asked me. 

Runt had told me that the story she had given her family to cover up her whoring was that she was bartending at a private country club. I wondered if Paula was beginning to suspect that something weird was going on. I wondered if she was fishing for the truth. "At the country club," I replied.

"What was the name of the club?" she asked.

Runt hadn't told me the name of the club she had given to her family and I didn't have a clue what it might be. We were busted. From the start I had intended to tell Runt's mom what a hot little whore she was, but now I suddenly regretted my game. Paula sounded great and I really would have enjoyed meeting her, but it looked like I had blown it. I really regretted what I was doing.

"Well, I have a slight confession to make," I said. 

Runt's eyes were as big as saucers as she heard me, but she didn't slow down the fucking.

"Where are you?" Paula asked again.

"At a club in the city. It's called Sunny's," I replied.

As Runt heard me say the words she started going faster. She knew what was going to happen. Later she told me she felt as though she was watching a car wreck that she was unable to turn away from. 

"Sunny's? What kind of a club is it?"

"Oh nothing special," I replied. 

"Are you free tomorrow night? Will you take me to dinner?"

This question shocked me. Maybe I would get out of this after all.

"OK."

"Great, but one condition. Answer my questions truthfully," Paula said.

"Here we go," I thought. "OK," I promised.

"No music so you are not at a dance club, right?" Paula asked me.

"Right."

"Is Runt working?"

"Yes"

I could feel Runt start to cum. She had just pushed down on me as hard as possible and I was watching as her body was clenching in orgasm. Her pussy was tightening around my cock. And I felt her wetness flow down my balls. I managed to hold off and was still hard and deep inside her cunt.

"Are you working?"

"No."

"Are you are a customer?"

"Yes"

"Is Runt, uh, is she wearing clothes?"

I considered lying but didn't. "Uh, no"

"Do you want to tell me what is going on?"

"No."

"Are you fucking my daughter?"

"Yes"

"And she is working? So is my daughter a whore?"

I looked into Runt's eyes. "Yes," I said.

There was silence on the phone and Runt seemed to know what had happened because she was watching me intently. Finally, Paula quietly said, "From what I was hearing, I could have guessed. And you just finished fucking her?"

"Well No," I said, "I mean I'm not finished."

Again there was a long silence. Runt was frozen with my cock still buried inside of her. Finally Paula spoke. "I'm going to leave you two alone now. You kept your part of the bargain so I'll expect you to pick me up tomorrow at eight o'clock. Now you better get busy and finish fucking that whore," Paula said and hung up. She didn't slam the phone and she didn't sound anything like I would have expected, given the situation. She didn't even sound mad.

I set the phone down. "Well Mom guessed."

"Oh Fuck," Runt said and started lifting herself off of me. I grabbed her hips and held her down. 

"Not yet," I said, "I'm not done. Besides your mom told me to finish fucking you. Not exactly in those words though."

"What did she say?" Runt asked.

"She said I should get busy and finish fucking my whore," I told her, then added, "She also told me to give you a big tip."

Runt resigned herself to it and began fucking me again. It didn't take long before she was ready to cum again. This time I let myself go too and delivered my second load of the night. I shot my cum deep inside this little whore's cunt. 

After we finished, I could see Runt was deep in her own thoughts so I decided to leave. I gave her a big tip and She gave me her address so I would be able to take her mom out to dinner. I gave my phone number to Runt and asked her to call me if she thought I should cancel the date. I left the whorehouse and on the drive home, I thought about the next night. 

(to be continued)



Runt Ch. 03



For those who provided it, thanks for the feedback, it really does feed the muse.

The story thus far...

I had spent Thursday night with a young whore named Runt. She got her nickname because she was the smallest in a set of quadruplets. In addition to the sex from Runt, I was able to talk her into phoning her mom, Paula while we were playing. I actually got along pretty well with her mom on the phone and she had invited me to take her out to dinner the next evening, but then it came out that Runt was a whore and I had been fucking her while I was talking to Paula. Paula made it clear that she wanted to keep our date, but quickly hung up.

*

Friday evening found me at home getting dressed for my date with Paula. My daughter Suzy was helping me pick out a tie. I'd almost say that she was more stressed about the date than I was but that's not exactly right. She just didn't know the whole story. I had told her that a girl I worked with named Runt had set me up with her mom. I didn't tell Suzy that my working relationship with Runt was that she was my whore and that I was the one who told Paula that her daughter was a whore. I also failed to mention that I told Paula about her daughter's work while I was fucking Runt. If all that wasn't enough to stress me out, I also didn't mention that Runt was one of a set of quadruplets and there was a possibility that her three brothers would be waiting to beat the shit out of me when I got to their house. But even with all of that, I was still going forward with the date. Paula didn't sound mad when she hung up last night and I figured I could end up in the hospital tonight, but I also might be OK. 

After I had finished with Runt, she gave me her address and phone number. I gave her my phone number and asked her to call me if she thought I shouldn't go. I took it as an "all clear" when I didn't hear from her. I thought about stopping by Sunny's to check, but decided to just face the music. 

Finally Suzy was satisfied with how I looked and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Stop and buy her a nice bottle of wine and try to relax and have fun," she said.

"Relax!" I thought. Relaxing wasn't easy under the circumstances, but the wine was a good idea so I stopped and bought a nice Chardonnay.

I found the house without a problem. I didn't know what I was expecting, but I was pleased with what I saw when I found it. The house was small, but well kept and in a nice neighborhood. Runt had told me that her father had died when she was just a baby. Seeing the house and knowing Paula was a single mom impressed me. I parked out front, took a deep breath, grabbed the wine, got out of the car, walked up to the front door and rang the bell. I hate to think of what my blood pressure was.

The door opened and there was Paula. I had seen her picture the previous night, but it has not begun to do her justice. She was very beautiful. She looked like a woman in her mid to upper thirties. She had blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She looked to be about 5-5 and 120 pounds. She smiled and invited me in. 

Her smile took a lot of my dread away. She seemed genuinely happy that I was here.

"I'm so glad you could make it," she said. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be ready in just a few more minutes." She left me on my own and I looked around the room. 

On the wall above the television was a family picture. It showed three young men standing behind a sitting Runt and Paula. These young men had to be Runt's brothers. I was still looking at the picture when Paula came back into the room.

"That's my gang," she said. "You've already know Runt, and that is Mark, Steve and Tom," she added pointing them each out. "I'd introduce you, but they are all out. Runt and Tom are night owls. They often stay out all night. Mark's staying with a friend in Chicago for the weekend and you just missed Steve."

I didn't say it, but I was relieved that none of the kids were there. 

Paula was wearing a conservative black dress that buttoned to the neck and reached to just above her knees. I could tell she had a wonderful body and she was very sexy, but the way she had dressed just gave her an incredibly classy look. I handed her the bottle of wine. I have to say that I wasn't very smooth. I felt like a kid in high school handing his girl a corsage and it dawned on me that this was my first date in over twenty years. She smiled and took the bottle. "I love Chardonnay," she said and gave me a smile. I was immediately put at ease. She put the wine in the kitchen and we left.

We had a wonderful time in the restaurant. She was bright and funny and with her, so was I. I felt more at ease talking to her than I ever had with any other woman - and I had been married to Dawn for twenty years.

She was the owner of a dress shop. She had started as a clerk, later had managed the shop and eventually bought out the previous owners. Besides Runt she had the other three boys: Mark, Steve and Tom. They were 18 and had all graduated from high school the previous year. 

The boys were all very different. Tom was an athlete and was now working as a roofer. Paula said he lived life large. He was the type who was in shape now, but could have a weight problem later. He was a consumer and that extended to the ladies. He rarely kept a girlfriend more than a couple of weeks. Once when Paula asked him about it, he laughed and replied that there were just too many girls out there to settle on one. His girlfriends were all cute, but Paula could tell he was more interested in quantity rather than quality.

Mark was the spiritual one. He was interested in art and acting. His interest in art and things beautiful extended to his ladies. All of his girlfriends were beautiful. He had only had a half dozen girlfriends over to meet his mother, but each had been stunning. Paula said she could envision Mark choosing his girlfriends as he would chose a painting. He was interested in quality above quantity.

Steve was the most scholarly. He had graduated very high in his high school class and was now attending the local community college and was working as a teacher's assistant and mathematics tutor. Steve had never brought a girl home. I wouldn't have asked, but it crossed my mind if Steve might be gay. Paula must have sensed it because without me asking she said he was definitely into girls. She had been finding his Playboys and sticky sheets for many years. It was just his nature to not waste time. She expected him to one day bring home a beautiful, wonderful girl who he would introduce as his fiancée. 

Paula touched on the fact that she couldn't afford to send the kids to college, but that they were working on sending themselves. The four of them had agreed to pool their earnings so they could all attend. 

I told Paula about my marriage with Dawn. I saw sadness in her eyes as I told her and she reached out and held my hand.

I told her about my kids. Suzy, the 18 year old high school senior who had been seeing the same guy for the last four months; a guy I didn't really like I should add. There was something about the guy I just didn't like. He was nice, but struck me as a phony.

Bob was completing his first year at college. He was a good student and a good kid. He had dated some, but never found anyone very special. When it was time to leave for school, he didn't look back too much. Now after being away for nine months I think he was anxious to be home for the summer. I guess that is just how Bob is. Always anxious for the next adventure, sometimes to the point of not completely experiencing the one he is on. 

As the night went on, Paula seemed to become more beautiful. Our conversation never touched on the happenings of the previous night. I certainly didn't bring it up and was relieved as the night continued that she didn't either. 

I noticed the restaurant was clearing and looked at my watch. It was almost eleven o'clock. We had been there almost three hours. We left the restaurant and I drove her back home. 

I pulled into the drive and walked her to the door, then again my awkwardness started to come through. Again I felt like a damn schoolboy. She looked at me. "Would you like to come in? I think we need to talk about last night." I nodded, took her key, unlocked her door and held it open for her. For an instant I considered running, but instead followed her inside.

The house was quiet. We were alone. Paula walked into the kitchen and I followed her. She opened the refrigerator and took out the bottle of wine I had brought. She handed the bottle and a corkscrew to me and I opened it. She got two glasses and I poured. We walked into the living room and sat on the couch. All of this was done in silence. I think each of us was absorbed in our own thoughts. I cursed myself for what I had done the night before.

I spoke first. "Paula, I am so sorry for last night."

Her reply surprised me. "Do you know why I still wanted to go out with you tonight? It's because you were honest on the phone last night. I really respect that. We will get along fine if you stay honest, but I don't think you are being honest with me now. You're sorry about last night? Why are you sorry?" she asked.

I thought about it a moment and answered. "I'm sorry because I'm afraid what happened might have screwed up any chances I might have to get to know you better."

"But I still went with you tonight and I really enjoyed myself. I think you enjoyed yourself. I'd like to keep seeing you," she said. "Knowing that, are you still sorry?"

"I guess I'm sorry I broke the news to you that she is a, um, well what she does for money," I said.

"OK, first of all you can say it. Runt is a whore. I wish she wasn't. I wish I had more money. I wish she hadn't of lost her scholarship, but that's not the way things worked out. To tell you the truth I kind of suspected it anyway. How do you think I guessed so quickly? Jesus, she brought home almost a five hundred dollars a few weeks ago and told me it was all tips. I doubt if she could make that kind of money at any country club. But you know what else? I used to whore myself."

I stared at her in disbelief.

Paula was staring straight ahead, not looking at me as she continued, "You can leave if you want. Most men run when they hear the word quadruplets. With a few of those who didn't, I've fallen in love, but when I tell the men about my past, they've all run. I'm an honest person. I'm not proud of the fact that I was a whore, but I'm not ashamed either. It put clothes on the kids and food on the table. It's part of who I am."

I put my wineglass down and pulled her close to me and kissed her deeply.

After the kiss had ended I looked into her dazzling blue eyes, "I'll promise to be honest with you. I'm not sorry I went to a whorehouse last night because I wouldn't have gotten to know your daughter. I'm not sorry I got her to call you because otherwise I wouldn't have gotten to talk to you. I'm not sorry she sucked my cock before we called you because otherwise I would have cum too soon and it would have been a short conversation with you."

Paula laughed at that and I continued, "I'm not sorry I ate her because she tasted so good. I'm not sorry I was fucking her when I was talking to you because in that moment when you made me laugh I felt more alive than I had in years. I'm not sorry I paid her last night even though she was on the house, because she is a great kid. But most of all I'm not sorry I came here tonight."

Paula smiled and in that moment I fell in love with her. She leaned in and kissed me back than took my hand and held it against breast. Last night Runt had mentioned that her mom had a great body. She wasn't lying. Through the dress I marveled at the size of her breasts. 

Paula stood and took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom.

Paula was taking charge. She turned me around and gently pushed me back onto her bed. She knelt down between my legs and undid my belt buckle, unhooked and unzipped my pants. She pulled off my pants and underwear. My cock was half-hard as she put the tip in her mouth and started sucking it. Paula was very good. She had a beautiful smile on her face as she attended to my hard cock. She cupped my balls as she ran her tongue along the bottom of my shaft. I wondered if I had ever been harder. 

I watched as Paula looked at my hard wet cock. "Beautiful," she said.

When Runt was sucking me off the night before I was going to surprise her when I came, but she had sensed it and had put the tip in her mouth in time to swallow the load. This night, I had no intention of doing that but when I heard Paula say that word about my cock, I shut my eyes and came. She was caught by surprise by my suddenly spewing cock. She popped the tip back into her mouth and started swallowing, but not before she missed the first shot.

After I had finished I looked down at her. I saw that the cum had hit her on the chin and had dripped down on her black dress. The glob on her dress was large and white and was slowly sliding down and soaking in. I groaned as I thought about what Paula might be thinking about all this. Now on top of everything else, I had ruined her dress.

"If you wanted me out of this dress, all you had to do was ask." Paula was laughing as she said this. I was tremendously relieved.

I laughed along with her and apologized. 

"No problem," she said, "It hasn't been the first time I've gotten sticky," she said as she scooped up the remaining cum on her chin and licked her fingers.

She stood and took off the dress. Two things amazed me. The first was her body. Under the black dress it was hard to see exactly how wonderful her body was. Her waist was small. She obviously took her fitness seriously. Her breasts were nothing short of magnificent. They were D cup and had very large nipples and aureoles. They were not the breasts of a young girl, but that was all right. Her tits looked big and round and soft. 

The other thing that surprised me was that she hadn't been wearing underwear. "Well if I would have known your pussy was so available, I might not have waited," I teased her.

"Don't wait anymore," she replied. 

Paula laid on the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy wasn't shaved, but her bush was nicely trimmed. It wasn't the wild mat of hair that Dawn's was. Instead it looked tidy. I crawled between her legs and spread her lips, then ran my tongue across it. She was wet and I easily slipped a finger up inside of her. I began finger fucking her and licking up her flowing juices. I removed my fingers, spread her open and found her clit. I gave it a few nudges with my tongue. Paula grabbed my head and held me against her pussy.

"OOOOH, right there. Fuck that's it. Eat me." 

Obviously Paula was a loud fuck. Listening to her and eating her had made me hard again. I climbed up between her legs and started fucking her. Her cunt felt nice and warm and tight. I started pumping my cock in and out of her and she started pushing back. As I fucked her, she started swearing loudly.

"OH FUCK, THAT'S IT. KEEP FUCKING ME. RIGHT THERE," she was saying. We were going harder and harder. Our bodies were slapping up against each other. I bent down and took a nipple in my mouth. It was hard but I sucked it harder. Finally I felt myself start to shoot my load. It felt like I came a bucket. It seemed like I would just keep depositing my load, but finally it slowed and ended.

"You were great," Paula and I each said in unison. Then we laughed. I kissed her again.

Paula said, "I want to sleep in your arms and wake up with you."

There was a phone next to Paula's bed and I picked it up and called Suzy. She answered and I told her I would be out all night and would see her in the morning. I could tell she wanted details, but she didn't ask. 

I hung up and turned back around toward Paula when we heard a door shut down the hall. A look of concern came to Paula's face. "Shit that must be Steve. I hope he didn't hear us."

"Is my staying a problem?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, but it is. I want to sleep in your arms, but I really can't, at least tonight. The fact is that I've never had a man with any of the kids in the house, let alone have a man spend the night. Would you mind not staying? I need to talk to the kids about it first."

I kissed her, "You are a good mother."

I dressed and Paula walked me to the door. "Do you have plans tomorrow?" I asked.

"I got in a new shipment of dresses that need inspection, pricing and display. I really should get that done, so I'll probably get up and go in early - since you're not staying."

"What time do you suppose you'll be home?" I asked.

"Early afternoon."

"I want to see you tomorrow," I said.

Her robe opened and she gave me a hug. "I want to see you too. I'll call you when I get home tomorrow afternoon. And thanks for being so understanding about not staying tonight. Steve's not like Runt. He might even be a virgin," she said.

We kissed and I left.

I drove home slowly deeply absorbed all that had happened. I noticed that Suzy's boyfriend's car was parked in front of the house. As I pulled into the garage I recalled that I had told Suzy I wouldn't be home. I didn't hear the television when I walked into the house, but I heard another noise.

I knew what the creaks of bedsprings meant before I saw, but I looked anyway. There, naked on the bed was Suzy and her boyfriend. She was lying on her back and he was on top of her. His 4-inch cock was furiously fucking her cunt.

Neither of them saw me and I went to my room chuckling at his size. I shut the door, but I could still hear them. Suzy's boyfriend was being very loud. He kept asking her if she was a "nasty little whore" to which she kept agreeing. 

If this would have happened the week previously, I might have walked down the hall and kicked his ass, but in light of my last few days, I just let it go.

I got in bed and drifted off to sleep listening to my daughter being fucked in the room next door.

(to be continued)



Runt Ch. 04



For those who provided it, thanks for the feedback. It is tremendously important to me.

The story thus far...

I am a divorcee with 2 kids – Suzy and Bob. I had spent Thursday night with a young whore named Runt. She got her name because she was the smallest in a set of quadruplets. The quads were Runt and her three brothers; Mark, Steve, and Tom. Runt set me up with a date with her mom, Paula, and we ended up in bed. Only when we were done fucking did we realize we were not alone in the house. I left and went home where I saw my daughter being fucked in her bed.

*

I woke up early the next morning. I hadn't had much sleep, but felt very refreshed and alive. I headed for the shower and looked out the window and saw my daughter's boyfriend's car was still parked outside. Guessing that they had fallen asleep and not wanting to see the guy, I made more noise than usual. My daughter's name is Suzy and while I took my shower I hummed Wake up Little Susie and imagined her frantically getting her boyfriend up and out the door. I never really liked Suzy's boyfriend and really didn't want to see him, so I took my time. When I got out, I dried off and slipped on a T-shirt and sweat pants. I looked out the window again and was relieved to see his car was gone. As I opened my door I hear Suzy starting her shower. Suddenly I was famished.

I went downstairs and checked the fridge. Not much there so I jumped in the car and went to the grocery store. I picked up bacon, eggs, potatoes and bread. When I returned home, Suzy was in the kitchen and had made coffee. She was wearing a T-shirt and sweat pants. Despite her comfortable clothing, she looked uncomfortable and was avoiding my looks. I imagine she was thinking about how I was going to react to having her boyfriend spend the night. Her mother would have been hysterical and I imagine she was waiting for me to blow my top. I avoided it all together and told her I was going to make her a big breakfast.

She smiled and poured two cups of coffee while I started frying up the bacon. We made small talk, completely avoiding the subject of our dates. I could tell she was dying to ask me about mine, but was probably afraid it would lead into me asking her about hers.

Finally after we had ate, I pushed my chair back and asked her how her evening was.

"OK," she said, "but I'm really interested in hearing how yours was."

"Way to dodge the question," I thought. "It was fantastic," I said.

I told her about the evening and her face just beamed with happiness. Finally I got to the part where Paula and I had returned to her house.

"Before I go on we need to discuss some things," I told her. "Looking back, for most of the time I was married to your mother, I was living a lie. I think the only thing that I've been honest about over the past twenty years has been my love and pride of you and your brother. The sad thing is that until two days ago, even I didn't realize what a load of BS my life was. Runt and Paula helped me tremendously by allowing me to see that clearly."

Suzy stared at me, unsure of where this was going. Suddenly the conversation had taken an unexpected and very heavy turn. "I'm not sure I know what you mean, Dad," she said.

"Suzy, I stood there and let your Mom turn me into a miserable church going lemming who didn't have the courage to stop her. I even let her pile that shit on you and your brother. I'm so sorry about that. Her and her religion set the stage for all this. Last year when she left I thought I was free, but over the last few days I discovered I wasn't. Honesty is the way. I swear to you that I'm going to live my life honestly. I'm going to be completely honest with you and your brother.

Tears were welling in Suzy's eyes. "I still don't understand Dad," she said.

I laughed and hugged her. "It's OK Suzy, it's OK. I just needed to tell you that before I tell you any more about Runt and Paula."

I continued the story, leaving nothing out. I explained that Runt was a whore and that I had been visiting whorehouses since I had been promoted. I told her how I first talked to Paula and how nervous I was about meeting her.

"Wow Dad no wonder you were so nervous getting ready last night," Suzy remarked.

I told her about the conversation Paula and I had before she sucked me off. I even told Suzy about how I came on Paula's dress. Finally I told her how I had ended up coming home after I had told her I was going to spend the night at Paula's.

"I wanted you to know that I wasn't spying on you or trying to trap you. It just happened to play out that way last night. Oh, and by the way, you should probably shut the door when you are being fucked, unless you like being watched," I said smiling.

Suzy was going from pale to red as I finished. "Oh my God, Dad. I am so sorry. It will never happen again," she said.

"Suzy haven't you been listening to me? I don't care if it happens again. I want it to happen again, if that is what you want. The only thing I don't want is for you to be sneaking around."

Suzy sat back staring at me. "So you don't mind if I have Brian over to sleep with me?"

"I don't mind if he sleeps with you. I don't mind if he fucks you. I just want you to be happy and be honest," I said than added, "so don't say sleep if you mean fuck. I know you know those words. I heard you yelling them last night."

"DADDY!"

I laughed. "Will you be home tonight? I'm thinking I'd try to bring Paula over. I want you to meet her."

"I'd love to meet her, Daddy," Suzy said. "Maybe I'll ask Brian over."

"That would be great honey," I said, but she must have seen the disappointment in my face

"I don't think you are being honest, Daddy."

"You're right. I'm sorry. I just don't like him. He's always been nice to me, but there is just something about him. But if you want him, bring him."

"Is it because we were together last night?" Suzy asked.

"Together? Say what you mean," I said.

"OK, Daddy," Suzy said. "Is it because you saw him fucking me last night?"

"Not really, but I would like to see you with a guy who is hung better than him," I laughed.

"Is he really all that small?" she asked. 

"Well I'm no expert, but he sure looked small to me last night."

"His is the only one I've ever seen," she said. 

I noticed her nipples had become hard under her T-shirt. I picked up our coffee mugs. "Want a refill?" I asked and stood up. She nodded but was looking at the bugle my cock was making in my sweats. I returned with the coffee and sat down.

"Those sweats look uncomfortable Daddy. Did I do that?" She asked.

"It's this whole conversation. I really need to get out of these sweats. Would you mind? I mean it's just another cock," I said. Maybe I was afraid of what she might say, so I didn't wait for an answer. Instead I stood up and pulled my sweats down. I hadn't put on underwear so my cock was out. She stared at it.

"Wow your's is a lot bigger than Brian's. Runt swallowed that whole thing? That's incredible. I doubt if it would fit inside my vagina, Suzy said.

I laughed and wagged my finger at her as I playfully scolded her. "Honey, you're not in school and I'm not a doctor. Don't say vagina, penis, or testicles. Girls have pussies or cunts and tits, jugs, boobs or breasts. Guys have cocks, pricks, or dicks and balls."

Suzy laughed, "OK! OK! Thanks Dad, but I still don't think it would fit inside of my pussy."

"I guarantee it would," I said.

"I don't know," she replied.

"I suppose we could try," I said.

"Really?" she said. "Do you really think we should?"

"Honestly? Yes!" I replied.

I stood, lifted her up and carried her to my bedroom. I pulled her T-shirt up over her head, exposing her tits. They were gorgeous. She looked to be a B cup with small pink aureoles and small hard nipples. I stripped off her sweatpants and panties.

"Honey, you are absolutely beautiful," I said.

I lay back on the bed with my cock standing straight up. I held her hand as she carefully positioned herself over my prick.

She looked down at me. "Mom would say we will we go to hell for this. Think she could be right?"

"Who gives a shit? If we do, at least we will be there together," I said.

She laughed and started lowering herself into me. She was very tight, but wet. She lowered herself up and down on it three or four times before the entire thing had disappeared inside of her. She stopped and looked at me, smiled, and bent down and kissed me. This kiss was like no other we had ever shared. This was a lovers kiss, deep and hard. I thought about rolling her over and giving her a good hard fucking but decided to let her stay in control. 

She rose up and started to lift herself up and down on my cock. Her hand reached down and caressed my balls. I reached up and played with her tits.

She started moaning and I knew she was getting close to an orgasm. I helped balance her by holding a hand in each of mine and I had a memory flash of holding hands with her when I taught her to roller skate. The orgasm hit her and she dropped forcefully on my cock. She put her head back and let out a long moan. Watching her ecstasy brought me on and I started flooding her tight little cunt with my hot cum.

After she quieted down she smiled and lifted herself off me. She snuggled against me and I pulled a sheet over our naked bodies. I could feel the wetness of her pussy against my leg as she gave me a light kiss. We were soon asleep, each of us totally relaxed.

(to be continued) 



Runt Ch. 05



For those who provided it, thanks for the feedback. I really appreciate that you all took the time to write.

The story thus far...

I am a divorcee with 2 kids – Suzy and Bob. I had spent Thursday night with a young whore named Runt. She got her name because she was the smallest in a set of quadruplets. The quads were Runt and her three brothers; Mark, Steve, and Tom. Runt set me up with a date with her mom, Paula. Paula and I ended up in bed. Only when we were done fucking did we realize that we were not alone in the house. I left and went home where I saw my daughter being fucked in her bed. The next morning Suzy and I ended up in bed.

*

Steve had been up all night. 

When he got home the night before he had been exhausted. He wasn't too surprised to be coming home to an empty house. His sister Runt often stayed out all night because of her job. His brother Tom also frequently stayed out all night, although the work Tom was doing at night only involved getting into a girl's panties. Mark was out of town for the weekend. The only one thing that slightly surprised Steve was that his Mom was still out. He knew his Mom had a date and it pleased Steve that she was still out. It was a sign that her date was going well.

Steve considered getting on the internet. He had recently been spending a lot of time at a site called chatropolis, most often using the handle "steve teen." It was a place he could explore his fantasies while he beat off, but that night he decided he was too tired, even for that. He had just climbed into bed when he heard the door open. He listened and didn't hear any talking so he assumed his Mom was alone. He decided to get out of bed and see how her date had gone and had just opened his door when he heard a man's voice. The man was apologizing for something that had happened the night before. 

While he stood at his door and listened to the conversation, Steve learned quite a lot. He learned his sister was currently working as a whore and that his own mother had once also been a whore. He also heard that his mother was having some strong feelings for this man. He heard the man and his mother go to her bedroom then he heard them having sex. He learned his Mom could be loud and foul mouthed while she was being fucked.

When the man and his mom had finished Steve tried to quietly shut his bedroom door, but the door clicked loud enough so that he was sure they heard him. Steve's bedroom window was open and from his bed, he could hear his mom and the man talking on the porch before the man left. After the man left, heard his mother return to her room. Steve's cock was very hard after all he had heard that night, but he didn't beat off. Although he was very horny, he just didn't want to. Instead he just stayed in bed awake all night.

Just after dawn he heard his mom in the shower and soon after she was gone. At seven he got up, slipped on underwear, shorts and a T-shirt and went down to the kitchen. He was just finishing his first cup of coffee when Runt came through the back door.

Runt was wearing a short red dress. "Coffee! Thank goodness." She poured a cup and sat at the kitchen table. "How's it goin Stevey?" she asked smiling.

Steve smiled, "Going good. How was the country club?"

"OK. Big wedding. Made some good money, but had to work all night again," Runt said. "Hey is Mom up yet?"

"She's was up and gone before I was out of bed," Steve replied.

Runt's smile disappeared. "Really? Crap! I guess her date didn't go well. I was really hoping it would have worked."

"I imagine. You set her up with this guy, right?"

Runt stared into her coffee cup. "Yeah"

"How did you meet him?" Steve asked.

Runt jerked her head up and looked at him. "Uh, he was just a guy I met at the country club."

"Oh and you thought mom would go for the type of a guy who is a country club member?"

"Sure, what's wrong with country clubs?" Runt asked.

"Nothing at all," Steve replied, "especially when the country club is a whore house."

Runt stared at him. "You knew, I mean know? How? How long?"

"Not till last night," Steve said.

"How did you find out?"

"I overhead Mom and that guy talking about it."

"REALLY! SHIT! Were they yelling?"

"Not al all," Steve replied.

"Wow so maybe her date went ok," Steve said.

"From what I could hear, it went well," Steve said.

"Why, what else did they say?" Runt asked.

"It wasn't so much what did they say, as what was Mom saying."

"Well? What was she saying?"

Steve voice went to a falsetto as her said, "Oh Fuck me. Eat me, Fuck me right there."

"You bastard," Runt laughed and gave Steve a hard punch in the arm. "He fucked her? Wow that's great. Too bad he didn't stay the night."

"Well I guess that was kind of my fault," Steve said.

"Why?"

"They thought they were alone but they heard me when they were done. When he was leaving the house I heard mom tell him that she thought I might still be a virgin."

"A VIRGIN? That's hysterical."

"I am," Steve said quietly. 

"No Way!" Runt said.

"Yeah," Steve was turning red.

"Wow," Runt said, "That's incredible."

They sat in silence until finally Steve said, "I couldn't believe it when I heard you've been whoring."

Now it was Runt who turned red. "Yes, it's true. Are you ashamed of me?" she asked.

"Ashamed? No, not at all. Actually I was going to ask if you would take me and fix me up with a girl. I'm sick of being a virgin. I'll pay."

Runt smiled, "Steve you are such a sweetie, but you shouldn't have to pay for a whore. You're a hottie."

"Sure I am," Steve said sarcastically. "Come on Runt. I'll pay. I just want to get laid."

"I know just the girl for you. She's very slutty."

"Really? That would be great. What does she look like?"

Runt said, "She's only five foot tall. Ninety one pounds. Green eyes, brown hair."

"That sounds like you," Steve said.

Runt continued, "Her measurements are 35-23-35. She wears a C cup."

"Now That is quite a coincidence. Once I checked out your bra when you left it in the bathroom. You wear a 35C."

"Oh and she keeps her pussy shaved except for a tiny tuft of hair above it that will tickle your nose if you eat her."

"You?" Steve asked.

"I guess you'd have to do a pussy inspection to find out," Runt said smiling.

Steve stood up. His cock was tenting the front of his shorts. Runt also stood and started heading for the bedroom, but Steve grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Without a word he unzipped and took off her dress. He knelt in front of her and pulled her panties off, and then he picked her up and sat her on the kitchen table. 

Steve spread Runt's legs by holding each leg just above her ankles. He could see the tuft of hair just above her slit. He bent forward and ran his nose through her pubes. "Hey that does tickle," he said to her.

Runt laughed, reached her hands behind his head and pushed his face between her legs. Steve licked her cunt as he wondered how many guys had fucked it the previous night.

Runt pushed his head out from between her legs. "Let me help you," she said. "Pull my pussy open and see if you can find my clit."

Steve fumbled a bit, so Runt showed him the way. "Find a girls clit and give it a nudge with your tongue," Runt said. "I also like it when a guy finger fucks me while he eats me."

Steve began alternating between licking Runt's clit and finger fucking her. It didn't take long before she began to tremble. She held his head against her pussy as an orgasm racked her body. Steve licked at her pussy juice as she came. Finally she released his head and lifted herself up on her elbows.

"Holy shit, you're are pretty good at that."

"Thanks," Steve smiled up at Runt from between her legs. "You taste great."

"You want to fuck it?" Runt asked. "It looks like you're in the mood."

He looked down and grinned at Runt. His cock was hard and the tip was sticking out beyond the leg hole of his shorts. He slipped off his clothes.

Runt started to climb off the table, but Steve stopped her. "I really want to fuck you," he said.

"OK, but I thought I could blow you first," Runt replied, again trying to get up.

"No, I really want to fuck you – Now!" Steve told her.

Runt smiled and lay back on the kitchen table again, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was dripping wet after the cum Steve had given her. He pulled her hips to the edge of the table, stepped between her legs and sunk his cock deep inside of her. 

He started to fuck her cunt and with each thrust her body swayed off and back onto his cock. As her body swayed her tits rocked back and forth. Steve reached up and held her tits as his cock continued to assault her little cunt. It didn't take too long before he let go of her tits, grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his cock while he gave her pussy one final thrust. Runt felt the warmth of his cum as it poured into the confines of her insides. Steve pulled his spewing cock out until only the tip was still inside of her, then thrust it back in. There wasn't room for both his cock and the load of cum he had just deposited and so when he pushed back in, a lot of the white juice oozed out around his cock, ran down her ass cheeks and pooled on the kitchen table.

Runt was in the throes of another orgasm as Steve's cock finished delivering its load. She calmed down and smiled up at him when his cock slipped out of her pussy. "My, my, you sure turned me into a sticky mess," Runt said. "I should probably jump in the shower," Runt said as she started to get up off the table.

Steve gently pushed her back. "I made the mess, I guess I better clean it up," he said as he spread her legs again. 

Runt's cunt hole was a white sticky mess. She wasn't sure what to expect when Steve planted his lips on her pussy and gave it a hard suck. Runt nearly flew off the table with the sensation it gave her. Steve's mouth was filled with a mixture of his own and his sister's cum. He continued to lap up the sticky mess until she was clean. He rubbed his tongue over her clit and sat back up with a big smile on his face.

This time when she started to get off the table, Steve had to help her because she was wobbly and almost lost her balance. "Fuck, you turned my legs into jelly," she said, then kissed him hard.

"You can fuck me any time you want," Runt said. "Steve, I've been eaten and fucked by a lot of guys and you are really, really good. I'll introduce you to some of my friends if you like."

Runt looked like she was in a daze as she picked up her dress and walked out of the kitchen. Steve watched her walk away. Suddenly she looked like she was walking slightly bowlegged. Steve watched her and smiled. He was feeling very proud of himself. He cleaned away all of the remaining evidence of their fuck, picked up his clothes and headed to bed. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

to be continued)



Runt Ch. 06



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The story thus far...

I am a divorcee with 2 kids – Suzy and Bob. I had spent Thursday night with a young whore named Runt. She got her name because she was the smallest in a set of quadruplets. The quads were Runt and her three brothers; Mark, Steve, and Tom. Runt set me up with a date with her mom, Paula. That night, Paula and I ended up in bed. The next morning Suzy and I ended up in bed. Paula went to work and while she was gone, her son Steve fucked Runt.

*

The ring of the phone brought me out of a deep sleep. I noticed I was alone in the bed as I answered it and heard Paula's voice.

"Hey Dan. Were you sleeping?"

"Yeah. I had this hot date last night."

"Me too. He was a great guy and a great fuck, but I still had to get up and go into work."

Just listening to Paula and thinking about her and our date the night before was making my cock hard. 

"I'll make it up to you," I said. "Are you still free tonight?"

"Am I free? Is that some kind of a crack about past? I thought you would be more understanding when I told you I used to be a whore.." Paula sternly asked.

I sat upright in bed. "No, No!"

Paula burst out laughing. "Gotcha! Just kidding, lover."

I laughed, "OK, you got me."

"So are you available tonight?" I rephrased the question.

"I'm wide open," she said with a little giggle.

"Wide open, huh? That's good news. I was thinking that maybe we could go to dinner with my daughter Suzy and her boyfriend. I'd like you to meet her."

"I'd love to meet her, and don't worry, I'll try not to be too wide open until we are alone," Paula said laughing.

I thought about how earlier that morning I had fucked Suzy, but decided not to mention it to Paula. I wasn't sure how she would react to such a perverted thing.

"Uh Hello?"

I had been drifting. "Sorry about that. How about if I pick you up around 6:00? We can get back here and pick up the kids, then go eat. Let's go casual tonight."

"6:00? It's 3:30 now. Why don't you just give me the address and I'll come over."

"That'd be great," I said and gave her the address and directions.

I hung up and rolled out of bed. I slipped on some sweat pants and went looking for Suzy. She was in her room doing her nails. "Hi Dad," she said.

"Did you hear the phone? It was Paula. She's coming here at around 6:00 so if Brian could be here then we can all go to dinner."

Suzy smiled. "That'd be great. I told him 5:30 but I can call him back."

"Leave him at 5:30 that way we'll be ready whenever Paula gets here."

"OK," she said. "Now are you sure he can spend the night? I told him you said it would be OK."

"Sure I'm sure. Was he surprised?" I asked.

"Actually he wasn't as excited as I thought he would be, but he was probably just caught by surprise."

I laughed, "He's probably counting the minutes right now."

Like two kids waiting to open presents, Suzy and I were both ready and anxious early. Suzy had dressed in jeans and a knit top. 5:30 passed. At 5:45 the doorbell rang. Suzy rushed to the door and I was surprised to hear Paula's voice. Paula was early. Brian was late.

As Suzy led her into the living room, they were already talking like friends. Paula asked about Brian and Suzy glanced at me with a worried look on her face. 

"Why don't you take Paula on the tour of the house while I fix a few drinks. Maybe he'll be here by the time you are done. 

I could hear the girls chatting easily while Suzy showed Paula around the house. They took their time, but Brian had still not come when they had returned to the living room. I handed Paula a drink and suggested to Suzy that she call Brian. I was beginning to get a little worried.

Suzy left the room to call and Paula sat next to me on the couch. "Anything wrong?" she asked.

"I hope not. He was supposed to be here. When I got home last night he was fucking her. This morning I told her it was OK and that they didn't need to sneak around. I thought he would be over early and spend the night with her. I know if I was a kid and had the opportunity like that" –

I stopped in mid sentence as Suzy had returned. I could tell she was upset and was fighting back the tears. "You two go on. Brian's not coming," she managed to get out before starting to cry.

"Why? What happened?" I asked.

"He broke up with me."

"What? Why? What did he say?"

"He said he didn't want to associate with a bunch of perverts and that any father who would let him spend the night like you said we could was sick."

Paula looked at me. Later she said she could see me turning red with anger.

"Maybe he's just a prude," Paula offered.

"Not the way he had Suzy talking last night. He was getting off on having her say she was his nasty little whore," I said without thinking. I regretted it just as soon as it was out. Suzy was blushing scarlet. 

I didn't know what to say or do, then Paula rescued me. "So he isn't a prude. He's a hypocrite."

"Worse," I replied, just wanting to keep the conversation going.

"Worse?" she asked.

"Much worse," I said. "He's a dick"

"Dicks can be good," Paula replied.

"Not his, it's only about this big." I held up my hand with my thumb and finger about four inches apart.

Paula laughed and Suzy managed a smile. 

Paula stood up, walked over and gave Suzy a hug. "I'm so sorry, honey," she said. "You know what makes me feel better whenever this happened to me? I'd go out and get a new dress."

"I can't believe it happened to you very often," Suzy said.

"Are you kidding? I own a dress shop!"

We all laughed.

Paula turned to me. "Did you make reservations?"

"No"

"OK. Change of plans. Suzy and I are going to the shop and to get new dresses. You put on a suit and make some reservations for three at a fancy restaurant. Pick some place where you would like to show off two beautiful women." 

Suzy and Paula were gone for two hours and when they returned they were wearing what I was informed were SBDs -Sexy Black Dresses. Suzy's had a tight top and flowed down to her four-inch spike heels. It was slit up the sides to her hips. The cut on top showed the tops of her breasts. Suzy is a B cup but the dress was cut to make her look bigger. Wearing it she was showing a lot of cleavage. It's a fine line between looking sexy and slutty and her dress was right on the line. 

Paula's dress was shorter, ending just a few inches above knees. The top of her dress was gathered at her neck, so it showed no cleavage. I was a bit disappointed but wondered if Paula had chosen that dress because she wanted Suzy to be the center of attention. 

We walked to the car and I was surprised when the girls got in the back seat. Laughing they told me that I could chauffeur them. I decided to play along and took them to the restaurant. It was a very classy and expensive place. When we walked in, I think every guy (and a few girls) turned to look at these two beautiful women. We had a great dinner. Everything was cooked to perfection. The only bump occurred when Suzy tried to order a drink. The waiter asked for ID and at eighteen couldn't serve her. She settled on water. 

Suzy mentioned how great the waiters all were. She had noticed that every time she took a sip of water, a waiter very quickly filled her glass again. Paula told her that every time the waiters filled the glass, they were getting a look down into her cleavage. Suzy laughed and started teasing them, stretching and arching her back as they poured to give them a better look each time. Finally she arched her back so far the top of a nipple became exposed. Laughing I called he waiter over and asked for the check. "I better get her out of here before she's topless," I told the speechless guy.

The girls climbed back into the back of the car and I drove home. We went into the house. Paula sat on the couch and Suzy sat on the chair. "Would you ladies care for a drink?" I asked.

"I'm in the mood for something strong," Paula said. "Mix us something strong."

"How about a Manhattan?" I asked.

"That would be fine," she answered.

"Suzy? How does a Manhattan sound?"

"Really, Daddy? That would be great," she answered.

I mixed three Manhattans and returned to the living room. I handed one to Suzy then sat next to Paula on the couch. I watched as Suzy tried hers. She sipped it and gave a little shudder. I wondered if it was too much, but she took another sip before she set it down. 

Paula sipped her drink and said to me, "I think Suzy's dress was a hit with the guys in the restaurant." 

"I think you're right. You both look stunning tonight."

"I can't believe how big my bust looks in this dress," Suzy said looking down at her cleavage.

"There were even a few girls checking her out," Paula said giggling.

"Have you ever done a woman?" I asked Paula.

"Yes," she answered.

"Really, you've done a girl?" Suzy asked.

"Sure," Paula said, "Girls usually are the best pussy eaters, although your Dad ain't bad."

"He's good? He didn't eat me this morning," Suzy said.

"Well, he was probably tired out after fucking me last night," Paula said smiling.

"Wait a minute," I said to Paula. "You know about me and Suzy this morning?"

"Know what?" Paula asked innocently.

"You know Suzy and I slept together?"

Suzy laughed. "Dad," she said, "Don't say we slept together when you mean we fucked."

I didn't know what to say to Paula, but quickly realized she must have known all along. As it turned out, Suzy had told her everything at the dress shop. I smiled and explained that the "Don't say we slept together when you mean we fucked," comment was something I had told Suzy that morning. 

"And now I could use a refill. Suzy, put on some music," I said as I took their glasses. As I made us more drinks I heard mellow jazz come from the living room. When I returned Suzy had moved to the couch and I sat in between them. The slit on the side of Suzy's dress had moved over enough for a leg to be exposed. Her dress was slit high, but not quite long enough to be able to see if she was wearing panties.

Suzy sipped her drink. "You know what I was just thinking?" She asked, then continued before either of us could answer, "For the life of me, I don't know why I was upset when Brian dumped me. He and I started fucking 5 months ago and to tell you the truth, until this morning I never thought sex was a big deal. I guess I really don't know much about sex, but after this morning I know he was a lousy lay. Dad, it's amazing you even saw him fucking me. It usually only lasted five minutes or so. He was always on top too. Thanks for letting me be on top this morning."

"I thought about kicking his ass last night. Now I wish I would have," I said.

"Hush," Paula said. "From what I've heard so far, he and his little dick are in for a lifetime of pretty shitty sex. I'd say that's bad enough."

I thought of all the years of shitty sex I had with my ex-wife. "Now I feel kind of sorry for him."

Paula said, "I can't believe he was always on top. You need to try some new positions."

"What are your favorites?" Suzy asked her.

"My absolute favorite is doggy," Paula replied.

"What's that?" Suzy asked.

"The girl gets down on her hands and knees and the guy takes her from behind."

"In her pussy?" Suzy asked. 

"Well yes, but it also a nice way to be butt fucked," Paula said. 

"Have you ever been butt fucked? Do you like that?" Suzy asked.

"I have. Do I like it? Sometimes it is just what I need, but not always. I know girls who absolutely love it. They told me that they have orgasms every time they took it in the ass. I've had orgasms while being butt fucked, but I could never get off every time that way," Paula said.

Suzy looked puzzled so Paula continued, "Here's the thing. There are a lot of people who think the sex organs are below the waist. Of course they are, but the most important sex organ is right here." Paula was pointing to her head.

She continued, "Sex is a very selfish thing. For good sex you need self-satisfaction. And I'm not talking about masturbation. It means there are more ways to attain sexual satisfaction than pure physicality. If I were in a romantic mood, being butt fucked would not be very satisfying, but if I'm in a nasty mood, I could get off on it. The key is to be honest to yourself and your lover so you can both be satisfied and to build a communication with your lover so you are able to pick up each others signals." 

"What kind of a mood are you in tonight?" I asked.

"I'm feeling generous," Paula smiled, "Are you feeling generous?"

"I suppose," I answered, "What's mine is yours."

"Does that include your daughter?" Paula asked. "Are you going to share her with me tonight?"

"It's OK with me if it is OK with her."

Paula smiled at Suzy, "Do you want to play with us?" she asked.

"More than anything," Suzy said.

Paula put down her drink, stood and walked over to Suzy. She stood in front of Suzy and reached out her hands. Suzy put her hands into Paula's and was pulled her to her feet. A slow sensuous song was playing and Paula wrapped her arms around Suzy and they began to dance. Paula was five inches taller than Suzy and as they moved slowly to the music, Suzy put her head on Paula's shoulder. The song ended and Paula ran a hand up Suzy's back, around to her chin, lifted her chin up and kissed her deeply. As the kiss continued, Paula reached around to the back of the dress and slid the zipper down until the dress fell in a heap on the floor at Suzy's feet. As it turned out, the dress was all she was wearing so as the kiss ended, my daughter was now naked except for her shoes.

Paula led Suzy back to the couch and gently pushed her down next to where I was sitting, then she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. In a flash she too was naked. Paula knelt down between Suzy's legs and began to rub her pussy. I reached around Suzy with one arm and took a tit in each of my hands.

Paula began licking Suzy's pussy and I continued to play with her tits. Suzy reached down and began to rub my hard cock through my pants. She managed to unzip me and pull my cock out. As we continued she began to give me a hand job. Her strokes became more and more frantic as Paula continued to eat her. 

Looking down at her I saw a sight I never would have dreamed of just a week ago. My daughter looked like a total slut with a beautiful huge titted girl lapping at her cunt and my big hard cock in her hands. The sight almost made me cum. I saw her clench and knew she was starting to cum. I let go of a tit and turned her face towards mine and kissed her as the orgasm rocked her body. She let out little mewls while she came. Tonight she wasn't the loud fuck Brian had forced her to be. This was my eighteen-year-old daughter learning a good lesson in love and lust.

After her orgasm had subsided, She relaxed in my arms. Paula sat back smiling; her face still wet from Suzy's cum. I pulled her up and kissed her. I wanted to taste my daughter on Paula's lips, but was nervous about it. Suzy's mom had always had a very nasty smell and taste and I was very relieved when I found that Suzy had neither.

Paula broke the kiss and turned to Suzy, "Your Dad is wearing too many fucking clothes, or should I say to many clothes for fucking?"

Suzy laughed and pounced on me. Quickly I was naked. Paula walked to the middle of the living room and got down on her hands and knees. "Let's show Suzy the doggy position. 

I didn't have to be asked twice and quickly moved behind her. Faced with two possible openings, I decided on the lower and pushed the tip of my cock against the opening of her cunt. Suzy knelt beside me and watched as I slowly pushed it all the way in. I started slowly fucking Paula.

"I gotta get a better look at this," Suzy said and moved in front of Paula. She then lay on her back and started scooting under Paula. I watched in the reflection of the glass on the stereo cabinet as Suzy moved. First her face was even with Paula's and Paula leaned down and kissed her. Suzy kept scooting and soon was in a position where Paula heavy jugs were rocking just above her face. She reached up and squeezed them as Paula leaned in to Kiss Suzy's nipples. Suzy continued to move until her face was right under the point where my cock was fucking Paula's cunt. I pulled back until only the tip was still in and looked down. In a sight I never could have imagined, I saw my daughter smiling up at me from around my glistening cock. I thrust back in and felt my balls brush her head. I pulled out and she smiled at me again. "This is fucking amazing," she said.

I looked in the reflection and saw that Paula was eating her again. This time when I pulled back I let the tip come out. My hard cock was suspended in air, pointing directly at Paula's gaping cunt. I pushed it down towards Suzy's mouth and she sucked it in greedily. I pulled it out of her mouth and suck it back into Paula's hole. Paula's cunt was so wet it was dripping on Suzy's face. Then I felt Suzy's tongue on my cock. She had managed to lift her head and place her tongue on the exact spot where my cock was meeting Paula's cunt. 

This put me over and I started spewing my sperm into Paula's greedy pussy. She started cumming when I did. I was still hard and kept driving in and out even as my cock continued to pump in its load. There was enough cum so that it started dripping down on Suzy's face as I continued to fuck Paula. After a while I slowed. I expected Suzy to move but she was waiting. I was still semi hard when I pulled out. My cock fell and slapped down on my daughter's face. With my cock not plugging the hole, a large glob of cum dropped out of Paula's cunt. Suzy was ready and waiting and managed to catch it in her mouth. I watched her as she swallowed it down. 

I rolled back and lay on the floor. Paula went sideways and rolled on her back and Suzy stayed where she was. We had just all shared a great fuck.

After a bit I propped myself up on my elbows. Paula was smiling at Suzy who was fast asleep. Suzy was smiling and looked like an angel, an angel with drying cum on her face. I lifted her and carried her to bed and Paula pulled the sheet up over her.

We walked to the living room and I was disappointed to see Paula start to get dressed. "Won't you spend the night?" I asked.

"I can't. Please forgive me. I still haven't talked to the kids."

I took her in my arms and kissed her again. "Nothing to forgive. Hey, I have an idea. Bring the kids over tomorrow."

"I have a better idea. You and Suzy come over. I'll cook Sunday dinner for us all. I'd like my kids to meet you and Suzy."

"That would be great. What time? Do you go to church?" I asked.

"No. I quit. I saw so many ministers at the whorehouse when I was working. I couldn't stand the hypocrisy," Paula answered.

The arrangements were made for Suzy and I to be there at 1:30. Paula left and I went and got in bed. I was quickly asleep.

(to be continued) 



Runt Ch. 07



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Paula looked in on the kids one last time before she left the house for her date. Runt, Tom and Steve were all still asleep. On Saturday at 5:00 in the evening she wasn't particularly surprised to see Runt and Tom still in bed. Runt often worked all night. Until a few days ago she had thought Runt was working at a country club, but now knew her daughter was whoring. Tom often stayed out all night on the weekends and then stayed all day in bed. Steve still being asleep was a bit troubling. He was the scholar of the family and we usually up and out to the library by 10:00 a.m. It crossed Paula's mind that he might be ill and she thought about canceling her date, but in the end decided to go out.

When the garage door closed, Runt's eyes opened. When she sat up and looked out the window she saw her Mom's car pulling out of the driveway and heading off. "Damn," she thought, "why couldn't I have woken up when she came home? I wanted to hear about how her evening was last night."

After the fucking her brother Steve had given her, she had climbed naked into bed and had fallen asleep. She grabbed some shorts and a T-shirt and headed down the hallway and into the bathroom. She took a shower that was almost scalding. She got out of the shower, dried off, and put on her shorts and T-shirt and headed for the refrigerator to see if there was anything to eat.

Runt had no plans for the night. She was between boyfriends and wasn't working that night. The whorehouse she was working at was geared towards businessmen and so she worked Monday through Thursday, every other Friday and every fourth Saturday.

Runt had her head in the refrigerator when Steve came in behind her, reached around and grabbed a handful of tit. 

"Woah," Runt jumped and turned. "What the hell, Steve!" Keep your hands to yourself! Who the hell do you think you are?"

At first Steve wasn't sure of himself, but quickly regained the confidence he had obtained that morning. "Who do I think I am? I'm the guy who fucked your pussy full of cum then licked it clean. I'm the guy you said could fuck you anytime he wanted."

Runt's anger melted away and she gave him a hug. "That's right Stevey, just give me a bit of warning."

"OK, but you have to understand. We're just happy to see you," Steve said, pointing towards his crotch.

"Jesus," Runt said smiling, "That didn't take long."

"What do you mean?" Steve asked.

"Didn't take long for you to become a typical male," Runt said. "But we'd better cool it. Besides, you don't want Mom or Tom or Mark finding out, do you?"

"Finding out what?" Tom was standing at the doorway to the kitchen. Runt blushed and looked at the floor. She was aware of the fact that her nipples were erect and poking through her T-shirt, but she could do nothing about that.

After a moments silence, Steve came to the rescue. "Finding out that Runt's going to fix me up tonight."

"Why should I give a shit about that?" Tom said and moved to the refrigerator. "Fuck, this fridge is empty! Guess Mom's too wrapped up with her new guy. We need some fucking food."

Runt smiled. She had always liked Tom's bluntness.

Tom sat down and looked at Steve and Runt. "So you are fixing up Steve, huh? What are the plans?"

Steve answered, "Runt and I were going to pick up a friend of hers and go to dinner and just see what happens."

"Well," Steve said, "There's nothing to eat here. Mind if I come along? It'll be fun. Runt can be my date."

"Okay," Steve said. 

"This'll be fun," Tom said as he stood up. "I'd better take some extra time cleaning up if I want to impress my date tonight." He playfully swatted Runt's ass as he walked out of the room. 

Runt was staring at Steve. "What the fuck, Steve? I don't have a date for you tonight."

"Come on Runt. You said you would introduce me to your friends."

"Well I'll try, but next time give me some fucking warning," Runt said punching Steve in the arm.

Two hours later, Tom's car pulled up in front of an apartment building. Steve got out and went inside. When he returned he was with a stunning oriental girl named Kiri. She was dressed casually in a halter-top and jeans. She had long black hair and black eyes. She was short, although at 5-4 was taller than Runt. She had a slim waist that accentuated her B cup breasts. She climbed into the back seat of the car with Steve. Tom drove to a casual Mexican restaurant. 

Runt and Tom played at being a real couple. Their banter helped break the ice for Kiri and Steve. Over chips and salsa the guys got to know Kiri. She said she knew Runt from the community college that she and Runt attended. This was the same college where Steve was assisting and tutoring. Kiri said she recognized Steve from seeing him around the school.

After dinner they four decided to go to a dance club where Tom assured them they would be served. They entered the club and found a table. True to his word, Tom returned with four margaritas. The music was so loud at the club it was impossible to hear any conversation below a shout and before long Kiri had coaxed Steve out to the dance floor. Runt was surprised to see that far from being a geek, Steve wasn't a bad dancer. After a few songs, they returned to the table. It was hot on the dance floor and they were both sweating. Tom and Runt were both still playing the couple, although they had each danced with some others at the club. While Steve strained a bit in these types of social situations, Tom had an easy flirtatious way. 

Tom had brought more drinks back to the table and he motioned for Kiri to dance. Kiri looked at Steve and he nodded. While Tom and Kiri danced, Steve kept his eyes glued to Kiri out on the dance floor. Runt watched Steve and could tell Steve was afraid Tom had stolen his date. The song ended and a slow song began. Kiri left Tom on the dance floor and pulled Steve on for the slow dance. During the song, Steve looked over and got a smile from Runt and a "thumbs up" from Tom. Kiri flattened her body against Steve's and circled his neck with her hands as the song played. Steve could feel his cock start to stir. He didn't know if Kiri felt it, but if she did, she didn't move away.

The song ended and Steve and Kiri returned to the table. When that round of drinks were gone, Runt shouted a suggestion that they leave and so they headed out. Steve and Kiri got into the back seat; Runt and Tom were in front.

"Where to now?" Tom asked as they pulled out. 

"I'm not ready to call it a night, I just wanted to be able to talk without shouting," Runt said. "Want to go home? Mark's out and Mom probably won't be home till later. We could even borrow some of Mom's booze."

"Sounds like a plan," Tom said. "Okay with you two?"

Steve looked at Kiri. She said, "Sorry, but I can't. Finals are coming up and I have a ton of homework for tomorrow. Could you drop me off?"

"Shit, I'm sorry Kiri," Runt said. "I we didn't have to leave the club. Want to go back in?"

"No, I really do have to get going," Kiri said then added, "but drive slow."

Tom started the car. As they pulled out onto the street the sound of a zipper was heard. Runt turned around and saw that Kiri had unzipped Steve's pants and had pulled out his cock. Runt smiled and turned in the seat to watch the show.

With a few pumps Steve's cock was standing at full attention. "Get those pants off. I didn't order dessert," Kiri said.

Steve quickly removed his pants and Kiri removed her top. She leaned over and started licking and sucking Steve's cock. Her head started bobbing up and down on the cock and she had soon swallowed it all down. When she had it all swallowed her nose was in Steve's pubic hair. 

Tom had to stop for a red light and took the opportunity to look into the back seat. What he saw was Kiri's nose in Steve's pubic hair. "Holy shit Steve, she got it all in her mouth?" Tom said laughing, "What are you? Two inches long?"

Kiri lifted her head so Tom could see all of Steve's 8 inches of cock meat. She held the bottom of his cock and wagged it at a stunned, speechless Tom.

A car behind tooted the horn and Tom began driving again. "Holy Fucking Jesus H. Christ!" he said.

Kiri bent down, cupped Steve's balls and gave his sack a licking. By now Steve's cock was drooling precum. Kiri left his balls and licked the shaft. It was apparent that Steve was getting close so Kiri put the tip in her mouth and started pumping the shaft. Soon Steve was exploding his sperm into Kiri's mouth. He shot a large load that she swallowed frantically. She managed to get it all down. 

When Steve had finished, Kiri finished cleaning up any last stickiness and had just sat back in the seat when Tom pulled in front of her apartment. She grabbed her top and slipped it back on. 

Steve grabbed his pants and put them back on, then walked Kiri to her door. "I had a great time, tonight," she told him.

"Me too," Steve replied, "and I don't just mean the blow job."

Kiri laughed.

Steve laughed and bent down to kiss her. Kiri thought of the cummy taste in her mouth and turned so that Steve kissed her cheek. Realizing what she had done, Steve turned her head and gave her a deep kiss on her mouth. 

"I'll call you tomorrow?" Steve asked.

"Please," Kiri replied.

Steve opened her door and waited until he heard her lock it from the inside before he went back to the car. He climbed into the backseat and Tom started to drive home.

Runt was the first to speak. "So did you like Kiri?" she asked.

"Yeah," Steve replied. "She was great. And I'm not just talking the blow job."

Both Runt and Tom laughed.

They got home and entered the house. "Well," Tom said, "looks like mom still isn't home. I suppose we could call it a night, or maybe borrow some of her booze like Runt suggested."

"I could use a drink," Runt said.

"Me too," said Tom, "Scotch okay?"

"Straight up for me," Runt said.

"The only way to drink it," said Tom as he went into the kitchen.

He returned with three glasses of scotch. Steve was sitting in a chair and Runt was on the couch. Tom handed a drink to Steve and sat on the couch with Runt.

"I had fun tonight," Runt said. "We should all hang out together more often."

"I had fun too and I didn't even get a blow job," Tom said.

Runt and Steve laughed.

"I must say I'm proud of you bro. Kiri is really hot and I think you should be able to get into her pants next time," Tom said.

"I could tell you liked her," Runt said to Tom. "You tried to steal her and she preferred Steve."

"Yeah," Tom said. "Steve, I shouldn't have made that play. I just can't seem to control myself when I'm around a hot piece of ass. I guess I'm just more of a sexual guy than you are."

Steve smiled, "You seem to be able to control yourself around Runt."

"Runt? She's no piece of ass. She's our sister."

"Well, I guess I'm just more of a sexual guy than you are," Steve said. "I see her as both."

Tom smiled at Steve, then sarcastically said, "Sure you do. I'm sure you see Runt as a piece of ass."

Of her three brothers, Runt always felt the closest to Tom, then Mark and least of all Steve, but after seeing the way Tom had tried to steal Kiri, the hearing the crack about the size of Steve's cock and now hearing the sarcastic attitude, Runt was getting mad at Tom. She stood and said, "I'll be back. You two just try to get along until this piece of ass gets back."

When she had left Tom said, "Good job Einstein. Now you pissed her off. You'd better hope she doesn't tell Mom."

"Tell Mom? What are we in second grade?" Steve replied.

"Fuck you. I shouldn't have gone with you two. I should have gone out and found some stray pussy," Tom said picking up his glass, draining it and heading for the kitchen.

Before Tom returned, Runt came back in. She was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt that read "99 44/100% pure WHORE". She sat on Steve's lap and put her arms around his neck. When Tom returned she was kissing Steve's ear.

Tom was stunned at the sight. "What the Fuck!"

Steve smiled and Runt said, "Why the surprised look, Tom? He told you I was just a piece of ass."

Tom stared. Finally he said to Steve, "You've uh, done her?"

"Done her?" Steve asked. "I've fucked her and eaten her. Is that what you mean?"

Tom sat on the couch. "Holy shit, I don't believe you two."

Steve spread Runts legs as she sat on his lap and pulled the leg hole of her shorts aside so Tom could get a good look at his sister's cunt. "I'll tell you what, Tom. Even though you tried to steal Kiri from me tonight, I'll share Runt with you."

Tom looked directly at his sister's pussy. "Really Steve? Thanks man."

Runt asked, "Don't I get a say in this?"

Tom and Steve replied in unison, "No."

Runt laughed, stood and stripped off her clothes. She then lay on the floor. "So who's gonna be first?"

Tom jumped up and tore off his clothes. At 6-4 and 220 pounds he was a big guy. When he finished stripping Runt saw his cock. It was 9" and very thick. He got on his hands and knees and started licking Runts cunt hole.

Steve stood and stripped as well. His cock was hardening and he knelt next to his sister's head so his cock bobbed in front of her face. She reached up and pulled the cock tip into her mouth and started sucking it. It wasn't long before Steve was beginning to think about shooting his load again, but since Kiri had already given him a blow job that night, he decided to pull out. Runt groaned as he pulled the cock away from her greedy mouth. He stood and walked to the kitchen to mix another drink.

As he mixed the drink he heard Tom and Runt changing positions. He was thinking about what he wanted to do to Runt and when he came back into the room he knew. Tom had moved on his back and Runt was lying on top of him kissing him passionately. Tom's cock was buried deep inside of Runts cunt. She was facing away from Steve when he entered the room and in the position she was in, Steve had a perfect view of her little asshole. Steve suddenly knew what he was going to do to her and he set his drink down. He stepped between Tom's legs and positioned himself. He leaned forward and let the tip of his cock bump the hole.

Felling the nudge, Runt jumped. She turned and smiled. "You can do it if you like, but could you get yourself greased up first? Smear something on your cock?"

Steve stood and walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, scooped out some butter and smeared it on his cock, then returned to the living room. Runt was bouncing up and own on Tom's cock. Again, Steve stepped up. This time when Runt felt the tip she stopped bouncing and didn't say anything, but Steve could see her brace herself. 

Steve pushed the tip of his cock into her asshole. The butter made his cock glide in, but the tightness of her butt forced him to continue slowly. Inch after inch disappeared into her ass until finally Steve was flattening her butt cheeks with his hips. He pulled out and pushed back in, this time with more ease than the first. The three of them eventually got into an easy rhythm.

In their rhythm, there were times when both Steve's and Tom's cock were fully jammed into Runt. On one of these times Steve exclaimed, "Jesus Tom I can feel your cock inside of her."

"Yeah I feel you too. Must not be much inside of her between us," Tom said.

This wasn't the first time Runt had been double penetrated, but it was the first where both guys were so big. She too was feeling as though there was a sword fight going on inside of her.

Suddenly Steve reached around her, grabbed a tit in each hand, pulled her against him and shot his load deep inside of her asshole. Tom reached up and grabbed Runts hips and pulled her down onto his cock and shot his load deep inside of her cunt. The double loads of cum filled Runt with a deep sensation of warmth that brought on her own intense cum. 

The kids stayed in their positions, enjoying the closeness as the guy's cocks began to shrink. Finally Steve pulled out and rolled over onto the floor. Runt lifted off of Tom and rolled on the floor between the guys.

After a few moments of silence, Tom spoke. "You know what I was thinking?" He asked.

"What?" asked Runt thinking that Tom might have some profound thought on what had just taken place.

"I was thinking of that old joke. Two college guys that are studying pharmacy are being quizzed by their teacher. The teacher asks them, do you know how to make a hormone? One of the guys replied - sure, we did it last night. We picked up a call girl. I fucked her cunt and he fucked her asshole and believe me, we made that whore moan."

Runt, Steve and Tom laughed, but there was a fourth. The kids looked up and saw their mother standing at the doorway laughing.

(to be continued)



Runt Ch. 08



It was 10:00 a.m. on Sunday morning when Runt woke up. She looked at the ceiling and thought about what had happened last night. She had ended up being fucked by two of her brothers. Steve had fucked her asshole and Tom had fucked her pussy. When they were finished they saw their mother standing at the doorway watching them. Their mother simply told them not to stay up too late and then retired to her bedroom. This was not the reaction the kids would have expected their mom to have after seeing her son's cum dripping from her daughter's freshly fucked cunt and asshole.

Runt heard a noise in the kitchen and guessed it was her mother. Thinking she might as well get it over with, she got out of bed and put on a tank top and shorts, then she headed toward the kitchen, stopping at the bathroom on the way. 

Runt walked into the kitchen with a sheepish look on her face. Paula had heard Runt go into the bathroom and had poured her a cup of coffee. Runt sat at the kitchen table. Her mother was wearing a T-shirt and shorts and looked to be busy making a cake. "Thanks, Mom," Runt said picking up the coffee.

"You're welcome, Dear," Paula replied. "The boys are still asleep. I guess you wore them out."

Runt blushed. "Jeez Mom, I'm sorry about that and about the call the other night. You must think I'm horrible."

"Horrible! Oh my God No," Paula said. "Runt I've always tried to be supportive to you kids and I'm not going to quit now. To tell you the truth, it was nice seeing you with Steve. I've worried about him, but after seeing how he was doing you last night, I'm pretty proud of him. We are all adults and after seeing you kids last night, I figure it's about time to start treating you like adults. From now on in this house, no topic or language is off limits."

Runt smiled. "Really? No way!" she said.

"Really! I want to be honest with you kids and treat you like adults. You are not children any longer," said Paula. "And another thing, believe it or not, I'm proud of you what you are doing for money. I'm proud of the fact that you are not letting the loss of your scholarship get in the way of your dreams to attend that university. If whoring is your way to achieve your goals, I'm in full support. I've never told you this, but I did some whoring myself."

Runt stared. "Really?"

"Yes, right after your father died. We were just starting out and barely had a pot to piss in. You and your brothers taxed our finances as it was, but then when he died so suddenly, I didn't know what to do. Grandma came to live with us and she watched you kids while I went to work. After four years I had earned enough to buy this house and provide a nest egg, so I stopped whoring and started working at the dress shop. My advice to you on whoring is this: First, stop when you reach your goal. Too many of the girls get addicted to the money and never quit. Second, tell any guy you date about it. You'll have to tell them sometime, so just get it over with. Don't make the mistake of thinking that they won't find out. And always tell them before you fall in love with them. It's not as painful if they can't handle it."

Runt realized something. "Is that why you could never seem to keep a relationship going?"

"Yes," Paula sighed. "Do you remember Bruce? I think you were around five years old when I was dating him. We were talking marriage when I told him about my past. He just walked out when I told him and it broke my heart. Every since I've always made it a point to tell the guys as soon as the dating became more than casual. Until Dan, they've all run. Anyway, just a bit of advice, from one whore to another."  

Thanks Mom," Runt said.

Paula returned her attention to the cake she was making. "Do you have plans for today?" she asked Runt.

"No. Why?" Runt asked.

"I've asked Dan and his daughter Suzy over for Sunday dinner. They should be here around one o'clock. I'd really like you kids to meet them. Well you can meet her. I know you've already met him."

"Sure mom. How old is Suzy?" Runt asked.

"She just turned eighteen, and is just finishing high school. She's really a sweet kid. Dan and Suzy and I all went to dinner last night."

"So it sounds like things are going well," Runt said.

"He's a wonderful man," Paula said.

Runt thought about what her mom had said about no topic or language being off limits and decided to test her mom. "So did you have fun with Dan?" Runt asked.

"Yes," Paula answered. 

"Has he done you?"

Paula smiled as she realized Runt was testing her. "Well let's see. On Friday I was sucking his cock when he came in my mouth, then he ate me, then he fucked me. Last night I ate his daughter, then he fucked me doggie while Suzy watched from underneath. Is that what you were wondering?"

Runt laughed, "Yep. Wow, so it was you and Dan and Suzy? Has he fucked her?"

"Yes," Paula replied.

"Jesus!" Runt said.

Paula laughed, "As your father used to say, goddammit, don't take the lords name in vain."

Runt didn't laugh at her mother's joke. She said, "I just can't believe Dan was doing his own daughter. That he was committing incest."

"Why do you say that? You were doing your brothers last night." Paula asked.

"I know, but he just didn't seem the type," Runt said.

"What type is that?"

"A perv."

"Runt, now I am ashamed of you. Are you labeling him a perv because he fucked his daughter? Are you labeling Suzy? Me, Yourself?"

Runt didn't say anything.

Paula continued, "I believe some things are wrong. Underage is wrong, but Suzy is eighteen. Forced sex is wrong, but the sex between them is totally consensual. Runt, I'm really surprised at you."

Runt said, "Mom I didn't mean it in a bad way. I agree with you that some things are just wrong. I like pervs. I consider myself a perv. I'm beginning to consider you one too."

Paula laughed, "Ok, I understand. I guess it was a miscommunication on my part, but I hate labels. Slut, whore, perv, nympho. Why can't we just be who we are?"

Paula put the cake in the oven and set the timer. "Mark is supposed to be home around 5:00 or so. Do you know if Steve and Tom were going to be home today?"

"Steve's still snoring," Tom said joining the conversation as he entered the kitchen. He was wearing boxers and a T-shirt. "What's going on today."

Paula handed him a cup of coffee as Runt answered, "Mom wants us to meet her new boyfriend."

"OOOH Mom has a boyfriend?" Tom teased his mom.

"They are coming for dinner at 1:30 and I really want you all to meet them."

"Then I'm here for the day, Tom said, then added, "Them?"

"Yes, he is bringing his daughter Suzy. He has a son named Bob but he's away at college."

Tom said. "How old is she?"

"Eighteen," Paula answered.

"She's legal and from what I hear, no virgin," Runt said.

Paula frowned, "I really want you kids to be nice to her. Runt would you go up and wake Steve?"

"Sure Mom," Runt said. She finished her coffee and left to room to wake up Steve.

After Runt left, Paula sat down at the table across from Tom. "I want to talk to you," she said.

"Uh, sure Mom."

"I want you to be nice to Suzy. She's a sweet kid."

"OK, mom," Tom said laughing. "I understand. She's strictly off limits."

"You don't understand," Paula said. "Be nice to her. I think you screw a lot of girls and dump them. Just don't do anything to hurt her."

Tom realized his mother wasn't joking. "Sure mom, you can count on me."

"Your sister and I had a talk before you got up. Things are going to be different around here. Seeing your three last night really made me realize that you aren't kids anymore. We are all adults in this house and I'm going top start treating you all like adults. From now on in this house, no topic or language is off limits."

Tom stared at his mom, "Really? No way!"

"Really!" Paula said and laughed, "and by the way, that's exactly what Runt said."

"So if I brought a girl home for the night?" Tom asked.

Just as Runt had tested her, Paula knew Tom was testing her. She said, "I wouldn't care if she slept with you in your bed." 

"And if we weren't exactly sleeping in my bed?"

"I wouldn't care if you fucked her all night long," Paula said.

"Would we have to be discreet?"

"I wouldn't care if you left the door open or did it in the living room, as long as you aren't disturbing anyone else," Paula said.

"Wow, this is going to be fun," Tom said. "What about you? Are you going to be entertaining your new gentleman friend?"

"I imagine I will," Paula said. "Would that bother you?"

"No, God, No," Tom said, "Why would it?"

"Well I'm no spring chicken," Paula said.

"What? Mom, you're hot," Tom said. "In fact my friends call you a MILF," Tom said.

"A what?" Paula asked.

"A MILF. It means Mom I'd like to fuck," Tom said.

"Jesus," Paula said laughing. "That's hysterical. Well OK, I guess I don't need to be modest around you kids."

Tom said, "Don't cover up on my account. You know, eventually I'll probably be seeing you naked. Maybe we should just get it over with."

"What? Now?" Paula asked.

"Sure, why not?"

Paula knew Tom was really testing her limits but she was determined not to back down. She smiled and lifted her top to flash her tits at him. "Good enough?" she asked.

"Wow mom you have a great set of jugs. BFTs!" Tom said.

"I'm almost afraid to ask," Paula said. "BFTs?"

"Big fuckin tits," Tom replied.

Paula laughed hard at that one. "Jesus Christ, Tom you remind me so much of your father."

Tom got a look on his face like he was in deep thought. Finally Paula asked, "What the matter? What are you thinking about now?"

"I'm just wondering what your pussy looks like," Tom said.

"I'm not going to show that to you. Besides don't they all look kind of alike?"

"Fuck no!" Tom said. "Some are hairy, some are trimmed, some are bare. I don't know if you got a good look at Runt, but she's shaved except for a little tuft of hair right above her cunt. If I was going to guess, I would say yours is trimmed."

Paula blushed, "You would be right."

"Maybe I should take a look."

"Didn't I tell you I'm not going to show you?" Paula said.

"Sounds like we still have some limits around here," Tom said.

"Fuck, alright," Paula said. She stood in front of him and pulled her shorts down. She wasn't wearing panties, so that was enough to expose her cunt for her son to see. True as her word, the pubes were nicely trimmed. She pulled her shorts back up and sat down. "Satisfied?"

"Never satisfied," Tom said. "You want to see mine?" he asked and stood up. Paula saw his cock was tenting his boxers and the tip was exposed below the leg hole. Before she could answer he had pulled his boxers down. Out of the confines of his underwear, Tom's cock stood at attention, pointing straight at his mother. She stared at it.

"Oh my God, Tom. You're really hung."

Tom remained standing. "Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful. No wonder you have so many dates."

"Thanks, but it can be a real problem. When it gets like this, it just will not go down until it cums."

"Sounds like you'll have to beat yourself off," Paula said.

"OK, Mom," Tom said and he wrapped his hand around his cock and started jacking it off. Almost immediately a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip and dripped onto the floor.

"Hey, go upstairs with that. Don't make a mess! We have people coming over!" Paula scolded him.

"Can't stop now," Tom grunted and increased his tempo.

"GOD DAMMIT TOM! STOP THAT! YOU"RE GOING TO MAKE A MESS!"

"Can't stop. Sorry Mom," Tom grunted. He was beating off so fast his hand was practically a blur.

In a flash Paula was down on her knees in front of Tom. She pulled away his hands and started pumping the big prick herself, keeping the tip in her mouth. 

After about a minute Tom and the kitchen timer went off simultaneously. Paula's mouth was flooded with her son's hot sticky load. She was frantically swallowing the load Tom was pumping into her mouth while she was thinking about her cake burning.

Finally he was done and Paula let the limp cock out of her mouth. "TOM! I told you we are having company today. Jesus you would have shot that stuff all over the kitchen. Fuck I hope I didn't burn the cake."

"Sorry mom," Tom said.

"Now you go on upstairs and keep that thing in your pants," Paula said as she opened the oven door and took the cake out. "Thank god it's not burned."

Tom picked up his boxers and slung them over his shoulder. Naked, he walked out of the kitchen but paused at the door. "Hey mom, thanks for the blow job," he said, then he laughed. "Hey that's one of those sentences you don't hear very often."

Paula laughed. "You're welcome. Now get upstairs, get dressed and start cleaning up this place."

(to be continued) 



Runt Ch. 09



It was exactly 1:30 when Suzy and I pulled into the driveway at Paula's house. We were both anxious to see her again and meet her family, but we didn't want to show up early. I must say, I was nervous about meeting her boys. It reminded me of the first time I had met Dawn's parents.

Suzy was wearing jeans and a white knit top. Her top had a V-neck and was just sheer enough to make a person wonder if she was wearing a bra. I was dressed in jeans and a polo shirt.

Before we reached the door it opened and Paula beckoned us in. She herded us into the living room where Tom and Steve were watching the Cubs lose another one. Paula said she needed to rush back to the kitchen so we sat with the boys. They seemed less interested in the game now that Suzy was in the room.

The small talk came easily for us. They asked about Suzy's school and her plans for next year. She asked about their plans and how it was growing up as quadruplets. 

Suddenly, Runt came bounding down the steps. 

I stood as she came into the room. "Hi Dan," she said, then she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

I hadn't seen her since Thursday night at the whorehouse when I had convinced her to call her mom while we fucked. I was afraid seeing her again would be weird, but it was like seeing an old friend. I was immediately put at ease with the whole situation.

"Hi, I'm Runt" Runt said smiling at Suzy. 

"Suzy," she said as she stood. 

"Come on," Runt said, "I'll give you the tour."

The girls left the room and went upstairs. Steve, Tom and I turned out attention back to the game in progress. 

After about ten minutes, Paula called us all for dinner. She had outdone herself. She had prepared a roast with potatoes and steamed broccoli along with bread and a salad. It was one of those All-American home cooked meals.

She offered me the seat at the head of the table, but I insisted she take that place. Runt and Suzy served the food to the table. I noticed the boys keeping their eye on Suzy as she served. They looked like they were hungry for more than Paula's cooking. 

We had a great time and the conversation flowed well. Each of us had a turn describing some things about ourselves and talking about what we did and what were our plans for the future. 

It was interesting when Runt spoke about her work in the whorehouse. Somehow, Tom had still been under the impression that she was working at a country club. 

When she was finished talking about it, he asked her, "I have a question for you. Why do whores get mad when they are called whores?"

"Some do, but not all," Runt replied. "I guess maybe most do. I'm not sure to tell you the truth. Why do you ask? Do you have some experience?"

Tom blushed a bit, "Well yeah. I've been to a whorehouse."

"I'm stunned," Paula deadpanned.

We all laughed.

Runt said, "Actually Mom and I were talking about labels this morning. What were the ones you mentioned? Slut, nympho, whore, and perv?" Paula nodded and Runt continued, "What do they all mean anyway?"

"Well," Paula said, "this is what I think. A slut is a person who likes sex and doesn't care about what society thinks about it. A nympho is a person who may or may not like sex, but fucks around a lot because they can't help it. A whore is person who takes money for sex. A whore may like sex or may not like it, just as some people like their job and some hate it. My favorite definition of a perv is what I told Runt this morning. A perv is someone who will do something you won't. Pervs are only defined in relation to another person."

"Those are great definitions," I said. "When I was married, my wife, Dawn saw I had visited a porn website on the internet. She called me a perv. To her I was a perv, because she would never do such a thing."

"Right," Paula said. "Each person has to decide what they will or won't do, but I also think that some stuff is just wrong. Two things I think are wrong are underage sex or forced sex."

Paula continued, "Dan, can I ask you a personal question about Dawn? Suzy do you mind?"

I nodded and Suzy told her to go ahead.

Paula asked me, "Dawn called you a perv. Do you think she was happy in her life? In her sex life?"

"She wasn't happy," I answered. 

"I'll bet most of the people who label others as pervs aren't happy. I wonder if maybe they're jealous."

We sat in silence thinking about what Paula had said. These were liberating thoughts. What had been a carefree dinner had turned into a heavy discussion. It took Tom to lighten things back up.

"So let's see, a perv is someone who does something you wouldn't do?" he asked his mom.

Paula nodded.

"So do you think Runt is a perv?"

"Why would I think that?" Paula asked.

"Because she shaves her pussy and you don't," Tom said.

Steve dropped his fork onto his plate. "How do you know mom shaves her cunt?"

Tom smiled at him. "You saw Runt's first, but I saw Mom's."

"You saw Mom's cunt?" Steve exclaimed.

Tom laughed, "No big deal, Steve. I didn't eat it or anything. Besides, I've always thought shaved pussy is the best for eating."

"TOM! STEVE! WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU TWO?" Paula said, "This isn't the type of Sunday dinner conversation I had in mind! What in the world will our guests think of us?"

I laughed, "It's fine. No problem."

Tom laughed, "OK Suzy, you are the only girl left. What about your cunt hair?"

"JESUS! TOM!" Paula said.

Suzy was looking down and had turned a deep shade of red. This conversation was obviously getting to be too much for her. Runt also realized what was happening. She pushed her chair back and stood. "Come on Suzy. Let's leave these pervs alone. This is no conversation for two nice girls like us," she said.

Suzy looked at her like a person drowning might look at a person throwing them a life vest. She stood and the two girls left the room and went up the stairs.

Paula was fuming mad. "God dammit, Tom! I asked you to be nice to her. Can't you treat any girl like a lady? Not every girl likes being treated like a fucking slut!"

Tom was upset as well. "Jesus Mom, I'm sorry." 

Tom turned to me. "I'm really sorry, Dan. Suzy is great. I'm just an asshole. I'll go up and apologize."

"It's OK, Tom," I said. "She'll be ok, but maybe you could give her a bit of space. Things have been moving awfully fast these days. She just needs to think some things over."

The girls came down the steps and headed fir the front door. As they went out Runt called out, "We're going out. Be back in a few hours."

We sat at the table. Paula and Steve continued to glare at Tom. I was just trying to wait out the situation. We might still be sitting there if the phone hadn't started ringing. Paula, Steve and Tom all jumped to answer it. I almost did myself. Tom got there first and stood so he didn't have to see his mother. When he hung up he told us it had been Paula's third son, Mark. Mark was an actor and had been spending the week in Chicago. He was on his way home when his car broke down. He was calling for someone to come pick him up. Tom grabbed his keys and rushed for the door. Steve ran after him. 

When they had left Paula and I were alone in the house.

"That's the fastest any of them have ever moved to help each other." She commented. Listen Dan, I'm really sorry," she said to me.

"Don't be. Suzy'll be fine. She's still just a bit shy. She's not a slut like Runt," I said. Then I added, "And that's not a slam to Runt. I agree with your definitions. I hope Suzy becomes more like her."

Paula looked at me. "Are you sure? What if Suzy wanted to become a whore like Runt? Wouldn't that bother you?"

"Well, I hope it wouldn't," I answered. "If Suzy wanted to become a whore, I would try to be supportive. I just want her to be happy."

Paula stood and walked around behind my chair. She bent down and wrapped her arms around my chest and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I love you," she said. 

I turned to her. This was the first time the "L" word had been spoken between us. "I love you too," I said.

She was wearing a V neck sweater without a bra and with me sitting and her bending at the waist, her top had fallen down giving me a great view of her heavy tits hanging down.

I stood and reached up under her top with both hands and cupped her big jugs. She closed her eyes as I gently squeezed and pushed her nipples with my thumbs. 

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. We had fucked in her bed just two nights before, but so much had happened in the last few days, it seemed much longer ago. I pulled her sweater up over her head. Her tits were magnificent. She lay back on the bed and I got on beside her. I took a tit in each of my hands and squeezed them gently. I pushed them together so the nipples touched and licked them both simultaneously. Her nipples became erect and I pushed them with my tongue. I decided to concentrate on just one tit and held it with both hands. Instead of moving my tongue across the nipple, I was still and moved the tit back and forth so the nipple was brushing my tongue. Paula moaned and pushed her other tit up. Her jugs were large enough so that she was able to lick and suck one tit while I did the other. Finally she let hers go and I stopped sucking mine. From where I was on the bed, her tits were inches from my face. I stared at them glistening wet from our saliva. 

"I think you're kind of a tit guy," she said.

I bent on and put my face between them, smelling her perfume. I rolled back and smiled up at her. "Yeah. I'm a sucker for tits. I don't know what it is, but they've always turned me on. I love cleavage. I even love the word. Tits."

"How long has it been since you've fucked a set of tits?" Paula asked.

"Hmmmmm," I replied, "Never."

"Really? Was your wife flat?"

"No, she was a C cup, but we really only ever did missionary," I said.

"Would you like to fuck mine?" Paula asked.

I put my hand around her head, pulled her toward me and kissed her deeply. "That would be heaven," I said. 

She got up and left the room. When she came back into the bedroom she was carrying a bottle of hand lotion. She stripped the rest of her clothes off and got on the bed lying on her back. I stripped and climbed over her. I knelt with my knees just under her underarms so none of my weight was on her, but my cock was over her tits.

"Let me suck it hard for you," She said. Actually it was already almost totally hard, but there was still just enough sag in it that by leaning forward, the tip brushed her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked the tip in. She took her hand and started jacking my cock gently. I could tell she was going slow enough so I wouldn't cum. Her goal here was to harden me up. I started feeling more pressure against my cock as it got harder. While it tried to straighten out, Paula's hand and mouth were keeping it bent. When she took her hand off of it, the suction wasn't enough to keep it in. It sprang out of her mouth and hovered erect over her face. It was glistening with her saliva. I gave it a stroke of my own and when I did a drop of precum formed at the tip and dripped down. Paula saw it and managed to stretch and catch it on her tongue. She looked up at me from around my hard cock that was hovering over her face and smiled.

I moved back down so my cock was over her big tits. She took a pillow but instead of putting it under her head, she put it behind her head so that her neck was at almost a ninety-degree angle. It looked very uncomfortable and I thought that maybe she didn't fix it because I was straddling her. I started to try adjusting the pillow so it would be more comfortable, but she stopped me. "No, this is perfect," she said. 

She handed me the lotion. "Squirt some of this on me," she said.

It was a pump bottle of white hand lotion, I tried to pump it, but the tip had dried over. I pushed the pump down a few times, but nothing came out. With each pump, pressure must have been building in the bottle, because suddenly the lotion shot out of the tip. She was covered by globs of the white lotion from her belly to her neck. It looked like someone had jacked off on her. 

Paula laughed. "Rub it in," she said.

I didn't have to be asked twice and started rubbing the white lotion into her skin. Her tits were amazingly soft. The valley between her jugs was still covered with the lotion when I leaned so my cock was between them and pushed them together. My balls were resting on her and except for the tip, my cock was completely engulfed by her jugs. As I pushed forward I realized why she wanted to be in that uncomfortable position. With each push through her tits, the tip of my cock met her hungry mouth. We got into an easy rocking motion, my cock sliding back and forth through the soft tunnel of her tits. With each thrust the tip of my cock was either licked or sucked.

I was in heaven. Looking at this beautiful loving woman was incredible. I knew I was almost there. She must have sensed it as well. "Do you want to come on my tits, or in my mouth?" she asked.

"On your tits," I said to her and she smiled. I let go of her tits and started jacking off above her. Very quickly I started cumming. I shot my load over her big jugs, mixing my hot sperm with the cool white lotion. After I was done, Paula was a beautiful mess. She smiled at me as she rubbed the mixture into her skin. I lay down next to her and kissed her. 

(to be continued) 



Runt Ch. 10



I must have drifted off, because the next thing I knew, Paula was walking into the room with a towel wrapped around her head. It was obvious she was fresh from the shower. I had just gotten her kind of sticky when I came all over her tits. Now she was fresh and smiling.

"Hey," she said, smiling.

"Hey yourself," I replied. I was still naked on her bed. 

"The kids are all still gone. I was wondering if you would like to run to my dress shop with me. I'd like to show it to you and I have to pick up an order book."

"Sure thing," I said and got up off the bed. I gave her a kiss and we got dressed. Paula left a note for the kids and we left for the dress shop.

After we had left Suzy and Runt returned. They had been to the bikini wax shop where Runt and the other whores had their pubes trimmed. During our Sunday dinner, a conversation started on pubes. Tom had asked what her pussy looked like. Actually his specific words were "What about your cunt hair?" Suzy looked devastated at the question and Runt had come to her rescue taking her out of the room. Upstairs Suzy told Runt that she liked Tom, but after hearing him say that he preferred shaved pussy, she didn't want to show hers to him. Runt suggested that they go to the shop and now they were back. Suzy was a little sore but happy. 

The girls soon realized they were alone in the house. Runt found her mother's note, but the girls had no idea where the guys were.

They sat in the living room and waited.

"Can I ask you something," Suzy asked Runt.

"Sure," Runt replied.

"What is it like, uh being a, you know," Suzy stammered.

"A whore?" Runt asked. "You can say it. I don't mind."

"OK, what's it like?"

"It's OK. Really. The place I work, Sunny's is a class place. Nothing is forced. We get a pretty high-class clientele. Last week I did the president of the 6th National Bank and his wife."

"Wow, so it isn't only guys?"

"No," Runt said. "Sunny said that the female clientele only really picked up about ten years or so ago. It used to be very rare for a woman to be there, but now we have about 2 or three women come a night. About 25 or so guys come each night."

"How was it?" Suzy asked.

"How was what? Doing a girl?"

Suzy nodded.

"It's fun. I like doing girls," Runt replied. "You've never done one?"

"Well I've never really done a girl, but I've kind of tasted one. That was OK."

"How the hell did that happen?" Runt asked smiling.

"Well, I tasted your Mom. Last night your Mom and my Dad were showing me the doggie position. I crawled underneath so I could get a better look at it. I got a lot of drips, so I guess I kind of tasted her, but didn't really eat her."

"Well you are one up on me," Runt said. "I haven't tasted my Mom – yet!"

The girls laughed. Just a few days ago, Suzy would never had dreamed she would ever be having such a conversation, let alone the relaxed and easy nature of it. With Runt, Suzy felt completely at ease.

"Hey, I have a question for you," Suzy asked, "When will I stop itching? This shave is still driving me nuts."

Runt laughed. "It's the jeans. Take them off and rub yourself if you need to. The main key though is to keep it shaved. You will get used to that, but that stubble is the real bitch."

Suzy stood and removed her jeans. She sat back on the couch, dressed in her top, panties and socks.

"Hey I have an idea," Runt said. "How about if I eat you? You know, kind of give that that bald little pussy of yours a rubdown. I'll bet I can make it feel better."

Suzy smiled. "Would you? You don't have to if you don't want to. I mean, do you really like to do girls? I mean apart from work?"

"Sure," Runt responded. "Before I started working there I had only done a few girls and truthfully wasn't all that knocked out over pussy, but now I guess I've developed a taste." As Runt was speaking she knelt on the floor between Suzy's legs. She reached up and pulled Suzy's panties off, exposing her freshly shaved cunt.

Suzy bit her lip and she watched Runt ease into a good position. Runt gently pushed the lips of Suzy's slit apart and ran her tongue up and down. Suzy moaned and gently held Runt's head. 

Runt had no problem finding Suzy's clit and gently nudged it with her tongue. Suzy's breathing was becoming more and more heavy and she got closer and closer to climax. Runt leaned back and smiled up into Suzy's eyes, then quickly planted her mouth against Suzy's dripping cunt and sucked on it. The sensation sent Suzy over and she came hard. Runt kept her moth glues against Suzy, sucking down every drop of pussy juice her little cunt produced.

When Runt finally leaned back she saw that her brothers had returned. She hadn't noticed because she had been so focused on eating Suzy and Suzy hadn't noticed because her back was to the door.

None of the guys said anything, but they all had big dumb grins on their faces. They had obviously enjoyed the show. 

Suzy noticed Runt's stare and turned around. At first when she saw the guys she tried to cover herself, but then realized that after the show they had just seen, there was really no point on covering up. She just smiled at them.

Suzy guessed that the new guy was Mark, the brother she hadn't met yet. Tom turned to him and said, "See? I told you she was hot."

Runt said, "Mark. This is Suzy. Her Dad is dating Mom. Now wipe that stupid grin off your face and come over here and say Hi to her."

Runt's comment broke the ice and Mark came over and put out his hand. Suzy shook his hand even though she felt incredibly foolish doing it while being naked with her legs spread and her pussy exposed but since Runt was still on the floor between her legs, Suzy had no choice.

Suzy had really liked Tom when she first met him. She though she might like to go out with him some time, but now that she saw Mark, she felt herself falling in love. Of the three brothers, Mark was the most attractive. He was an actor and had the looks to be a leading man. Suzy didn't know what to say.

As before, the phone broke the silence. Tom went to answer it. He called Steve over and told him it was Kiri. Steve hung up the phone and headed for the door. I'm going over to Kiri's," he said as he ran out the door.

"Who's Kiri?" Mark asked.

"A friend of mine that I hooked Steve up with," Runt answered.

"Good for him," Mark said as he sat down across from the girls.

Tom and Mark sat in chairs and Runt sat next to Suzy on the couch. Before long they were all talking like old friends. The only thing a bit out of the ordinary was the fact that my daughter was still naked.

Mark, like his brothers and sister was very interested in the college that my son was attending. Paula didn't have the money to send them and they had decided to pool their money and go to college "all or nothing". None of the kids wanted to go if any of the others were not able to attend because of financing. This was the primary reason Runt had begun whoring and it looked like from the money she made, the quads would have their opportunity to go to school in the fall. 

It was apparent that Runt was interested in visiting the school, so Suzy suggested and Runt agreed that the two of them make a trip to the campus the next weekend. Suzy had visited her brother Bob one weekend in the fall and found her visit a bit boring, but with Runt along, she expected to have much more fun.

As they spoke, Suzy noticed Mark's eyes drifting more and more often down to her pussy. Runt must have noticed too because after a bit she said, "Jesus, Mark are just going to look at it?"

Mark shot his sister a dirty look and apologized to Suzy.

After Tom's behavior during lunch, Suzy was happy that Mark was treating her so nicely. "Actually," she said, "Runt just took me to a place to have my pubes shaved and I'm still a little sore. She was eating me to try to make it feel better when you guys walked in. It helped for a bit, but I think it needs some attention again," Suzy added biting her lip blushing.

Mark smiled and stood. "I'd be happy to help you out with that one."

"You know Suzy, fucking it might be even better than eating it," Runt said smiling. "I of course didn't have the right equipment to help you there, but Mark has a cock and I'll bet he would be more than happy to bury it inside of your pussy. Just to make it feel better of course!"

Mark smiled, stood and started to undo his belt. "Of course! Anything to help out a lady in need."

Runt moved to the chair Mark had just left so she could watch the show.

Tom and Runt watched as Mark stripped down. When he was completely naked, they saw that his cock was 8" and thick. It was half hard and before he could react, Suzy was on her knees sucking on it to make it completely hard. 

That didn't take long. Suzy got back on the couch and spread her legs in front of him without a hint of modesty. When it flashed through her mind how her mother would have called her a whore, Suzy smiled. The smile made her look even sexier and Mark quickly knelt and pushed his hard cock deep inside her with one big push. 

A feeling of fullness swept through Suzy's body as Mark kept his cock completely buried inside of her tight little cunt hole. Slowly Mark pulled out until just the tip remained inside of her, then he pushed it back inside. He began to fuck her like a machine, in an easy rhythm that Suzy soon was following. Together, their bodies pumped against each other as they fucked in harmony.

As they watched Runt and Tom could sense that this was no ordinary fuck. "Jesus, that is amazing," Runt said. "It's like they are a perfect couple. It's like they are married porn stars or something."

Ordinarily this type of display would have had Tom out of his clothes in a flash, but this time he didn't. Even Tom was content to simply watch. Watching the pair fucking, Tom said, "That it the most loving fuck I've ever seen. The way they are fucking is like god damn holy or something."

As always, Runt laughed at Tom's choice of language.

After a while, Runt realized that the fucking had been going on for a bit of time. Runt looked at the clock. It was nearly 4:10 o'clock. She guessed they had already been at it for around 15 minutes. 

As they continued to fuck, Mark and Suzy slowly together increased their rhythm. They never changed positions. They never took their eyes off of one another. They never said a word to each other. They simply fucked.

Finally Suzy reached her hands behind Mark's neck and pulled him down for a long passionate kiss. During the kiss, he stopped fucking and shot his load deep inside her well fucked cunt. Their kiss continued until well after he stopped shooting his load. After 5 minutes of continued kissing, Mark's now softening cock slipped out of Suzy's pussy. Mark moved over and sat on the couch next to Suzy. Runt noticed the time was then 4:35. They had been fucking for about 40 minutes. 

Runt noticed that no cum had leaked out of Suzy's pussy. It was as if her cunt was holding onto every precious drop. It was as if it didn't want to give up any of his load. Suzy looked deeply contented.

Gradually the conversation started again, although Suzy and Mark continued to make eyes at one another. Both Runt and Tom guessed that Suzy and Mark were falling in love.

The front door opened and Paula and I walked in. I'll admit I really wasn't too surprised when I saw that Suzy and the guy sitting next to her were naked. I was formally introduced to Mark. He stood, completely naked in front of his mother and me. This type of open nudity was new in their household, but earlier that morning Paula had announced that there would be new freedom in the house, so she didn't scold Mark.

I was in the mood to stay, but I had a very early flight the next morning and Suzy had school so we said our good-byes. Suzy got dressed and we left. On the drive home we told each other that we had each found a new love.

Suzy also told me of the plan she and Runt had made of visiting Bob at his school the next weekend.

(to be continued)



Runt Ch. 11



I was out of town for the week that followed. It was hard being away from Paula for the week. What was hard? The situation and my cock. I spoke with her every night. We had phone sex, but of course it was no substitute to the real thing. 

The weekend was approaching and with it the chance for me to finally sleep with Paula. Please understand that in this case when I say sleep with Paula, I meant sleep. I could hardly wait to see her and fuck her again, but I also was looking forward to sleeping with her and waking up with her. I guess it was love.

The kids were really enjoying the new freedom at Paula's house. Steve had brought Kiri to meet his mother and they were getting along great. Tom was bringing home a new girl to fuck every night. Being an exhibitionist, Paula said Tom always made it a point to keep his bedroom door open so anyone could see and hear. Typical of kids these days, none of his girlfriends minded or showed any shyness.

Runt and Suzy were still planning to visit Bob at his college over the weekend. Suzy had called Bob and asked about coming and he was happy to have her visit. Suzy and Runt had something in mind though because Suzy hadn't told Bob that she wasn't coming by herself. Paula didn't press them for their plans.

Suzy was spending quite a bit of time over at Paula's while I was gone. She and Mark were growing closer every day. She had been crushed when her old boyfriend had dumped her the weekend before, but now that she was dating Mark, she said she was in heaven. 

Suzy's old boyfriend was a guy named Brian that I had never liked. After breaking up with her on Saturday evening, when he saw her in school on Monday he told Suzy he had decided he would allow her to date him again. Suzy thought about getting back together with him and his 4" cock and his sexual hang ups and just laughed in his face. He became very angry and when someone scrawled the word "DIRTY SLUT" on her locker with permanent marker, she guessed it was Brian. The principal told Suzy that she would have to just live with it for the rest of the school year when the repainting of all lockers was scheduled. When Tom heard about this he just smiled. 

The college Bob attended was a four hour drive so right after school on Friday, Runt was to pick up Suzy straight from school so they could hit the road. When school was let out, Suzy was one of the first ones out of the door. She saw Runt and waved, then saw that Tom was in the car parked next to Runt's.

Tom stepped out of the car holding a bucket and cleaning supplies and asked Suzy to point Brian out to him. She did and Tom walked over to talk to him. At 6-4 and 220 pounds Tom can be a formidable sight. Anyone who knows him knows that he is not a fighter, but Brian didn't know it and he looked as pale as a ghost when Tom explained how fond he was of Suzy and what he would do to anyone who gave her any grief. After Tom's explanation, Brian was more than happy to agree to wash the words off of Suzy's locker and Tom was more than happy to watch him so he could be sure Brian did a good job. 

Under Tom's watchful eye, as Brian was scrubbing the locker a crowd was growing to watch him. One of Suzy's favorite teachers saw the crowd and Brian. Seeing Tom she guessed what was going on. She was a new teacher and was considered by all of the kids to be one of the nicest. Tom explained to her how Brian had agreed to clean Suzy's locker. When the message was written, everyone in the school assumed it was Brian, but no one could prove it. The teacher smiled and asked Tom and Brian to swing past her office after the locker had been cleaned.

After an hour and a half of scrubbing, Brian had scrubbed clear through the paint and was down to the metal, so finally the message was gone. Tom and Brian walked to the teacher's office. 

When they walked into her office the teacher was grading papers. She came around the desk, ignoring Brian and shook hands with Tom. "I'm Miss Kendal but please call me Eva," she said.

Every school seems to have at least one teacher who becomes the student's fantasy. At Suzy's school, Miss Kendal was that teacher. She was blonde, around 5-11 and 1125 lbs. She was wearing a blouse and sweater that tried, but didn't really succeed in covering up a large set of tits. She wore a skirt that went below her knees. She was one of those women that looked very beautiful in her glasses. 

Miss Kendal turned to Brian. "Thank you so much for taking the initiative to clean Suzy's locker."

Like most of the guys in the school, Brian had the hots for Miss Kendal. He smiled. "No problem, Eva," he said.

"You can call me Miss Kendal, Brian," Eva said, bursting Brian's bravado. "But I do thank you. I just wish the guy cleaning it would have been the gutless pathetic loser who wrote it on her locker in the first place," Eva said knowing full well that Brian was the gutless pathetic loser. Tom sat back enjoying how the teacher gave a clear message to Brian what she thought of him and his actions, while all the time thanking him for cleaning the locker. 

"You may leave now Brian," Eva said. As Brian reached the door, Miss Kendal said, "Oh wait Brian here is your book report." She handed the paper Tom so he could hand it to Brian. On the top was a big "F minus" in red ink. "Next time try reading the book Brian and shut the door behind you," Miss Kendal said. 

After Brian had left Miss Kendal turned to Tom. "Thank you for handling that for us. I really like Suzy. I know she has been through a lot and it's nice to see she has a good guy looking out for her."

"Not a problem," Tom replied. "Suzy is a great kid girl."

"I know you aren't her brother. Are you dating her?" Eva asked.

"No, her dad is dating my mom. Actually I think Suzy and my brother have something going on. You can see it in their eyes," Tom said smiling.

"That's nice," Eva replied. "I really do like Suzy. She seems like a nice girl. We have some dirty sluts around the school, but Suzy is definitely not one of them. After that happened, no one around here would do anything. That really made me furious."

"Nothing even from the principal?" Tom asked.

"The principal and the assistant principal are too scared of a law suit to do anything. To tell you the truth, there's not a real man in this school," Eva said then added, "Well until you showed up."

"Not even the Phys. Ed. Guys?" Tom asked.

"Most are too busy sucking each other off in the showers to worry about some girls problem and the only one who isn't queer is a Christian who thinks any girl not dressed in a 1950's style school uniform is a slut. It's too bad because he is cute, but he's like an old church lady. I once told him a dirty joke and he told me he and his wife would pray for me. God what an asshole!"

Tom laughed.

"But I'm really glad Suzy and Brian broke up" Eva continued, "He's a loser. Last semester I was going to flunk him, but the head of the school board is his uncle, so his grade was changed. Is it hot in here?"

Eva pulled her sweater over her head. Even under the sweater, Tom could tell she had a good body, but he was surprised to see that under her sweater she wore a sheer blouse with no bra. Her nipples were clear to see. "That's better," Eva said as she set her sweater aside. "I never wear bras under a sweater here. There is something about this fucking place that drains all of the sexuality away. They must do it on purpose to slow the kids down. Going without a bra is a small thing that helps me get through the day. I hope you don't mind"

Tom smiled, "No you look great. You have a great rack."

"Great rack, huh?" Eva said smiling. "God it's nice having a real man around this fucking place. You remind me of my brothers. They used to look out for me."

Tom smiled, "How many brother do you have?"

Eva continued, "Five and they were all men."

"Sound like plenty of cock for you," Tom commented.

"Yeah when I turned 18, they kind of made me their cum bucket, but I didn't mind. I really learned how to suck cock. They always looked out for me and I always sucked them off as a way of saying thanks."

"That's really nice."

"I told you thanks earlier, but I'd like to thank you a bit more. Tell me, do you like having your cock sucked?"

"Hmmmm," Tom pretended to be thinking, "You know, believe it or not, I do like having my cock sucked."

"Eva laughed, "Well lock the door and get those fucking pants off."

Tom stood and was quickly naked from the waist down. Eva took off her clothes. "Just in case things get sticky," she explained. 

She started removing her glasses, but Tom stopped her. "Chicks in glasses are sexy."

Tom walked over to her chair, his 9" of cock meat was half hard. Eva lifted it and sucked the tip, enjoying the drop of precum that oozed out of it and into her mouth. Tom reached down and rubbed a tit, thumbing the nipple. Soon his cock was rock hard. 

"Fuck you are huge," Eva smiled up at him, then she quickly started fucking her mouth with his hard fuck stick. Tom could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of Eva's throat. Several long strings of liquid that was made up of Tom's dripping pre-cum and Eva's saliva escaped from her mouth and dripped down over her jugs. 

Eva adjusted herself in the chair, changing the angle that Tom's cock was entering into her mouth. The next time she pushed his cock in, Tom felt her throat open and Eva swallowed the whole length of his cock. Her nose was in his pubic hair. She pulled it out and lifted his cock and ran her tongue up the bottom side of the shaft. She then lowered her head and licked his balls. While she was licking his balls her hand jacked Tom's cock up and down the length of the shaft.

Tom could begin to feel his load starting to build. Eva must have sensed it too, because she popped the tip back into her mouth as she continued jacking it off. The first blast filled Eva's mouth and she swallowed frantically. She might have been able to keep up, but Tom pulled his cock back and shot the rest of his load on her face. Instead of moving, Eva took it all. When it was nearly done, she stuck out her tongue and jacked the last few drops onto her tongue.

She sat back and looked up at Tom, smiling. She still looked beautiful as only a woman with cum all over her face can. It was dripping off her glasses and down her chin. A big glob fell from her chin and ran down her tit. Tom reached down and caught it with his finger and rubbed it into her tit flesh. 

"I knew you were a real man," she said smiling. "God you remind me of my brothers." 

Tom then did something he had never done. It was something he never thought he would ever do. He bent down and kissed a girl's cummy lips.

(to be continued)