0 comments/ 79512 views/ 14 favorites The Family Dinner Party By: pippam_49 Seeing Rita quivering in her own kitchen, an observer might have thought it was because of the temperature. Especially as she was dressed only in a black lacy bra, black thong, suspender belt and stockings and three inch high heel shoes. She was wearing a small, white apron but it covered very little. It was not cold, however, which caused the shaking it was nervousness and excitement. Three weeks earlier, one evening, 45 year old Rita had been talking with her husband, Ian, as they sat in the couple's living room. Rita had said she felt guilty. "What about?" asked Ian. "I think I was insensitive and angry when Jane told me she was a lesbian and I was always too hard on her as she was growing up." replied Rita. Jane was their daughter. She was 23 and was now living with her partner, Helen, who was the same age as Rita. Jane was only 17 when she had told her mother she was a lesbian, only to be met with a torrent of abuse. Rita had also always been strict with Jane, frequently smacking her for the slightest infraction, as she was growing up. "I also think that when I told Paul that Julie was not good enough for him, I should have kept my mouth shut. I was always telling him what he should and shouldn't do." continued Rita. Paul was the 21 year old son of Rita and Ian. Paul had married Julie twelve months ago. Julie, who was a lot older than him at 39, did not get on well with Rita. "To stop me feeling guilty, I think we need to arrange a dinner party for all six of us. However I will act as a waitress and servant for the whole evening. That will show me as being more humble than my usual behaviour. If you can explain to the four of them that I want to be humiliated at their hands to assuage my guilt, it might work for me. You need to tell them that it is their chance to get their revenge on me for all the times I was nasty to them in the past. That, of course, includes Helen and Julie not just our two children. Ian, you should meet them at the door and when they are settled in the lounge you should make it clear to them that during the evening any or all of them are entitled to strip me, spank me, fondle me or anything else they want to do for any reason or no reason." explained Rita. "You are making me feel uncomfortable. What about all the times I disciplined the children?" added Ian "I want to take the punishment for that, too; a bit like the historical 'Whipping Girl'." insisted Rita. "Make that clear to our guests. In fact, make it clear that they can do things to me just for fun, if they like." The invitations were offered and accepted for the dinner party and now Rita waited in the kitchen, in her underwear. She heard the doorbell and began to quiver with anticipation. When Jane arrived with her partner, Ian offered them wine and outlined Rita's motives and how she would like her daughter and Helen to behave for the evening. A large grin appeared on Helen's face. "Wow, what a chance to settle some scores." Helen smirked. "I think I am going to enjoy this." responded Jane. "That is exactly what you mother wants. She desires to be humiliated at your hands. Of course Paul and Julie are to help with the treatment as well." replied Ian. "That should be them now." continued Ian, as they all heard the doorbell When Ian returned from the door, he was followed by Jane's brother and his wife. The newcomers greeted the lesbian couple with warmth. Ian poured wine for Paul and Julie and told them to relax as Rita was putting the final touch to the dinner. Conversation was solely directed towards what was to happen that evening and the four guests started to fell more comfortable with the whole idea. Paul and Jane overcame any hesitancy which they may have been feeling when they realized their mother actually wanted the humiliation. Suddenly Rita, flushed in the face, entered the room in her sexy underwear. A silence descended rapidly as her children and their partners just stared at the comely woman. "Well, that is a sight for sore eyes!" breathed Helen "I am glad you like it. You will be seeing more over the evening and I hope you will take the opportunity to explore what you see by touch as well. I have behaved disgracefully to both Jane and yourself. My humiliation at your hands might go some way to balancing that." responded Rita, looking directly into Helen's eyes. "I make myself available for you. You can do anything you like to humiliate me. I hope you will. If you think of me as your slave waitress and punish me for the slightest error or even just because you want to, it will make me very happy. The same goes for you, Julie and Paul. Please feel free to do anything you want to me. Don't be shy." sighed Rita. Rita went to get the first course and the two couples and Ian sat at the table. It was obvious that the two men sported erections but all three women were also wet. Rita had made a seafood starter with a separate sauce. She served Ian first and moved on to Julie. As she was drizzling the sauce over the seafood for Julie she felt her daughter's hand stroke up the inside of her left thigh, across the stocking top, over the bare flesh, coming to nestle against the triangle of her damp thong. Rita tensed and spilt some off the sauce on the tablecloth. "You have made a mess. You deserve a punishment, you dirty cow." demanded Julie "What ever is your desire." smiled Rita. Julie pushed Rita over the table and delivered two stinging slaps to Rita's unprotected bum cheeks. Rita straightened up slowly and moved on to Helen with the imprints of Julie's hand showing in pink either side of the thong strap. Rita deliberately split sauce on Helen's skirt. Helen stood up and moved behind Rita. "That was very naughty, Rita." Helen breathed into Rita's ear Rita still held the sauce boat and spoon but started to tingle as Helen undid Rita's bra clasp, slid her hands into the bra cups and pinched hard on Rita's erect nipples. Rita yelped and became even more wet. When Helen released the nipples, she slid off Rita's bra and threw it on the sofa. As Rita arrived at Jane, Jane stood and looked straight into Rita's eyes and said "This is not because of poor service, I just feel like doing it. Put the sauce down and lace your fingers behind your head." Jane stared into her mother's eyes as she smacked each of Rita's tits. "Thank you, Miss Jane." whispered Rita. "This is just what I need and want you to do." The spanking, fondling and stripping continued throughout the meal. By dessert Rita was totally bare with red marks on her arse and tits. It seemed that all four of the guest never missed a chance to spank the waitress. All six adults in the dinning room, including Rita, were in a high state of excitement. The three women guests were all surprised at how aroused they felt. At the finish of the meal Rita said, "Why don't you all go and sit in the lounge. I will tidy up in the kitchen and bring more wine through." Both men did not try to hide their excited state as they walked to the lounge. Jane stroked Helen's bottom as they made their way and whispered in her lover's ear,"I am so aroused, maybe we should try spanking as a part of our foreplay." "I would really like that. I have become wet imagining you doing to me what you did to your mum." breathed Helen. All five of them settled in the lounge. When Rita came in carrying a tray with wine and glasses, Ian and the others were surprised to see Rita had put on her suspenders, stockings and long black opera gloves. Rita's attire served to emphasize her nudity and ramped up the air of eroticism. "I have found four scarves if you wanted to use them to immobilize me. I thought you would like it if I couldn't move to avoid anything you wanted to do to me. I also would respectfully remind you that you don't seem to have exorcised any of your father's actions. I particularly remember you being angry when he stopped you using your bikes for a year." said Rita. As Ian listened to this, he was firstly surprised but secondly pleased to feel Paul's hand on his growing bulge. They were sitting next to each other on the sofa. Meanwhile Julie was fondling Paul in the same manner. Jane stood up and walked over to her mother. "Put the tray down and give me two of the scarves." demanded the daughter. Jane attached the scarves to Rita's wrists and motioned Helen to tie the other two scarves to Rita's ankles. Rita was then laid with the piano stool under her tummy. Her wrists were tied to the two sides of the piano and her ankles were tied to the opposite legs of the sofa. This gave the three occupants of the sofa a clear, and unobstructed view of Rita's very wet pussy. "If what is about to happen is what I think, I have put a ruler, a wooden spoon and my bedroom slipper on top of the piano for your use." said Rita. Jane took the slipper and straddled Rita's back, facing her father, brother and his wife. Jane noticed that both men's trousers were undone and their erections were now in the open. Her fathers eyes were half closed as her brother stoked his father's member. Julie was doing the same for her husband. "This is for the hostility you showed Helen when you first met her, mum." croaked Jane as she became more aroused and spanked her mother. Helen had crawled between Rita's arms and was sitting, holding Rita's face, gazing into her eyes. As the blows descended on Rita's bum, Helen leaned forward and French kissed Rita. Rita, enthusiastically, kissed Helen back. Their tongues started caressing and exploring each others mouth. Whilst Julie's right hand was engaged with her husbands erection, she used her left hand to stroke, fondle and explore Rita's exposed cunt. As the tenth smack of the slipper contacted Rita's bottom, she shuddered and groaned into Helen's mouth as she came to a squirting climax. This action was too erotic for Ian. As Paul continued to stroke him Ian went rigid and the white fluid spurted up and onto his shirt. In the warmth of the afterglow of the orgasm, Rita was turned over by the other three women and was re-attached with the stool in the small of her back. Her arms and legs were still spread wide. As this was happening Rita whispered to Helen that she had really enjoyed the kiss and that Helen could kiss her again like that anytime she wanted. Julie now picked up the ruler and started to flick Rita's erect, left nipple. Jane began to nibble her mother's right teat. Paul stood and placed the tip of his erection against the lips of Rita's wet pussy. "You once called me a mother fucker. Let us not make you a liar." declared Paul. With that he forced his prick into his mother and started his first orgasm. As he ploughed in and out he used his finger to rub gently on Rita's clitoris and with Julie and Jane working over her tits, Rita quaked and came again. At this point Rita was released. She took a few minutes to recover but when she turned round she saw Jane, Helen and Julie sitting side by side on the sofa. All three of them had removed their skirts and knickers. "Come over here and service us with your tongue." demanded Helen. "Certainly Miss." replied Rita with a grin on her face, "It will be my pleasure." Rita brought all three of the women to shuddering climaxes just using her tongue. By the time she was finished her face was soaked with girly cum. All six adults now sat back and rested. Jane looked at the clock and decided it was time to go. "Thank you all. I think you have helped mum's guilt feelings." declared Ian. "I hope you have some anger left though because I was thinking of holding another dinner party next week. With the same 'menu' of course. It was been wonderful this evening. I have really enjoyed it." smirked Rita. Ian and Rita showed their guests to the door. Rita, body still exposed as she was, took Helen's face between her hands and French kissed her daughter's partner. Helen luxuriated in the sensation and raised her hand to feel Rita's left tit. Jane laughed,"Do I need to be jealous ,mum?" "Not if you will let Helen play with me again. You can watch." smiled Rita. As Julie left, Rita offered her the chance to practise spanking her. "I will be round on Monday at 7 o'clock." replied Julie, with a grin. Feedback is always welcomed, good bad or indifferent. It helps future writing. I always respond directly The Family Dinner Party This is based on one of my favorite comics. Personally I've always felt that the comic left a little to be desired. — — — — "Harder Cooper, fuck me harder," I screamed. I knew he was getting close to cumming but I thought maybe I could squeak something out of it for myself. I laid my head down sideways on the pillow and propped myself on one elbow, maneuvering my now free hand, I pulled my dress out of the way and set my fingers to work. "Come on Coop, fuck me, I want your fat cock deep in my pussy," I hissed. It was as much for me at this point as it was for me. Cooper wasn't the biggest guy I had ever dated, but he was no slouch. A solid six and a half, and he was thicker than most guys. I was even impressed with the fact that he knew how to use it. He hit all the right spots, he was attentive, and more than anything, I knew that after almost a year together, he really loved me. The problem, was that he was a minute man. We tried all sorts of things. Condoms that numb his unit, excess lube, breathing exercises, but nothing seemed to work. The only thing that we had found that really worked, was for him to go down on me before we ever started. Today, to my dismay, we skipped that step. I had initially been a bit upset with him. Just after finally getting dressed for the evening he started in. I normally would have resisted, but last night I didn't finish either and I was unbelievably horny. Not to mention the fact that Cooper knows just how to press my buttons. I'm probably the only person in the world who is ticklish on their ass, and for some unknown reason, when someone tickles my ass it sends a jolt of pure enjoyment rushing through my body. Right about now I was wishing he had never found that out. "Here I come baby," Cooper grunted. He slipped his fat cock out of my pussy and tore the condom off like a wild man. I spun on the spot and took his cock into my mouth, just in time to feel a jet of warm cum spill out onto my tongue. His cock jerked one more time and a little more trickled out. I waited for the last few dribbles to find their way out, before I let his now limp cock fall free from my lips. I ran to the bathroom and spat the thick spunk into the sink, washing it down with copious amounts of water. I seized my toothbrush, lathered it up with toothpaste and set to work. I really didn't mind it when Cooper came in my mouth. It was actually really hot, I just absolutely hate, the taste of cum. More than anything I hate how it coats your mouth and seems to just linger. Not to mention the fact that there was no way I was going to meet his family for the first time with blow job breath. "Man I needed that," Cooper cooed, "I could barely sleep last night I've been so nervous." "You're nervous," I said with the toothbrush still in my mouth, "Are you that embarrassed of me?" I knew what he meant, but for me a day without cynicism was a day without air. The only problem right now, was the fact that I had put a little too much fire behind my words. I don't remember ever being quite so sexually frustrated in my entire life. Granted I hadn't been sexually active for all that long, but still it was grinding on me. Cooper had clearly heard my frustration though. "You, you finished didn't you," he asked, "I kept going as long as I possibly could, I thought I felt you finishing." I grimaced internally, but when I turned to face him with my mouth covered in foaming toothpaste, I just smiled. Cooper was devastated but the second he saw my smile he lit up. "Well you finish getting ready and we'll leave in what, 10 minutes," he asked. "Sounds good," I called back after spitting the second batch of toothpaste into the sink. I wondered to myself whether or not I could finish in that amount of time, but decided against it. I checked my breath, gave myself a once over in the mirror to make sure I hadn't missed any, and slipped on a clean pair of panties, then we were out the door. — — — — I had wondered for a while what the reasoning behind not introducing me to his parents had been, but I decided not to question it. He met my parents within a month of when we started dating. In fact we ate with my parents at least once a month. Now we were on the way to meet his entire family all at once, his parents and his 4 brothers and 1 sister who were all under 10 years old. My first impression was disbelief. As we pulled up to his house I was taken aback, it was less a house and more a mansion. I knew that he had money but I guess I didn't know just how much. Cooper parked us in their circle drive and looked at me with a pained smile. He was clearly nervous, as was I. Cooper was an attractive young man, tall with a full head of hair, bright blue eyes and the metabolism of a god. He ate like no man I had ever met and was still a twig. I had to workout nearly every day to keep my body. I was interested in 2 things right now though. I was interested in what they would think of the 5 foot nothing, black haired, pale skinned little girl, with horned rim glasses, and only a B cup who was dating their son. I was also interested in seeing the parents who had spawned an absolute 10. "Here we are," Cooper said as he knocked on the front door. The man who answered the door could not have been further from my vision. Standing in front of the now open door was a tall overweight, balding man man with wireframe glasses. There might have been a time when he was attractive, but that time was long past. A brief vision shot into my head of Cooper and I, years from now. The tiny nerd with the big fat slob sharing a tiny apartment. I shook my head to clear the vision and extended my hand. "It's nice to finally meet you Julie, I'm Robert, Cooper's father," he said as he took my hand in his and kissed it softly. "Come in, come in," he said waving us both in. Just inside the door he took Cooper into a hug. I didn't realize it but I guess this was the first time Cooper was seeing his family in some time. After being introduced to the entire family, we sat down to dinner in the largest dining room I had ever seen in my life. The table was big enough for at least 20 people, but we fit comfortably enough at one end I suppose. Dinner was amazing. Shelly, Cooper's mom had prepared a 5 coarse meal. The conversation started with what Cooper had been doing since the last time they had all talked. Then slowly switched gears to the 2 of us. Apparently he didn't make a habit of bringing girls home, which I guess was a good thing. The first time I notched it, was during the main coarse. Robert was staring directly at me. Or rather not at me but through me. At first I thought he was staring at my chest. My dress was a little low cut, just enough to make it look like I had cleavage. As he continued to stare though I realized he was just watching me. Watching my every move, my every motion... my every thought. The conversation continued at a regular pace but I had no idea what everyone was saying. All of my attention was on Robert. He didn't miss a beat. He could carry on the conversation like nothing was happening. It wasn't until Shelly asked me a question that I realized how lost in thought I was. "What," I asked between bites. "So what are you planning on doing with your degree?" she asked again. I smiled at her and told her my elaborate plans for after college. She was apparently satisfied because she moved on to talking about what Cooper could do. When I was certain she wasn't going to ask me another question, I glanced back to Robert. He was still staring at me, only this time it was different. He licked his lips and I felt a shoeless foot touch my ankle. My brain was screaming for me to pull my leg away, but something deep inside of me made me keep it still. With a sudden jolt of fear I realized what it was that was keeping my leg there, my pussy was sopping wet. Please move leg, please move, move leg, move, move, move, I was yelling in my own head, but nothing happened. Slowly his foot moved up my leg, caressing my calf, until it found my thigh. This was dangerous territory for all kinds of reasons, but none more so than the fact that I didn't know how I was going to keep it together. Just when I was reaching my breaking point, his foot disappeared. I was ready to explode and now I was left wanting more. When dinner ended I suggested to Cooper that we take off a little early. I lied and told him I wasn't feeling great and he agreed. We said all our goodbyes and were out the door. Relief flooded over me. I was out of Robert's power. We were 2 steps out the door though when I heard his voice. "Where are you 2 going so fast," Robert asked. I froze in mortified terror. "Julie doesn't feel good, I was gonna take her home," Cooper explained. "What's wrong," Robert asked, "I am a doctor I'm sure I can help." Cooper looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. I wanted so badly to tell him what a terrible idea this was, but what could I tell him. "Cooper we need to leave you dad was hitting on me at dinner, oh and by the way I kinda enjoyed it." I just kept my mouth shut and gave him a weak smile. "I think I just need rest to be honest," I said trying to think of any excuse I could. "Nonsense, let me check you out, we don't want to send you home if there's something terrible wrong with you, what kind of people would we be," Robert said sounding genuinely worried, "besides I need to take care of the girl who might be my future daughter." Oh god he's laying it on thick isn't he. With a gentleness I had not expected, he took my hand and lead me back inside. "Cooper go help your mom clean up, I'll check on Julie in my office," Robert said with a smile. Cooper looked at me as if to ask if it was okay, but then just walked off towards the kitchen. Where was he going, come back Cooper, save me already! As Robert guided me upstairs it became clear that I wasn't going to be saved, not tonight. Robert lead me up to a third floor, and down a long hallway. We were far enough here that no one downstairs would hear anything that I was certain of. His office was everything you would imagine from someone with a 3 story mansion. The picture of opulence. He walked me over to a large couch and sat me down before walking to a bookcase against the far wall. He returned a few seconds latter with a large photo album. We spent the next 10 minutes looking at pictures of Cooper growing up. Then he checked my pulse, felt my forehead for my temperature, and checked my throat for spots that would have indicated a sore throat. This wasn't what I was expecting at all. He really was just checking on me. With that I finally let my guard down, apparently this was his plan the whole time. "So how are things going with you and Cooper," Robert asked. "Great, I really feel comfortable with him ya know," I told him. "That's not what I meant," he said. "Excuse me," I asked. "My son is nice, a little too nice for his own good if you ask me," Robert explained. "That's one of the things I love about him," I said defensively. "It's a great trait to have no doubt, except that it makes you boring in bed," Robert stated. "Excuse me!" I practically shouted. "Come now," he said placing his hand on my thigh, "There's no need to lie here." HIs hand on my thigh sent an electric shock through me. "I know girls like you all too well," he said, "any girl who gets wet from her boyfriends father rubbing his foot along her leg, wants more than what my son can give her." "I don't know what the hell you're talking about," I lied as convincingly as I could. Robert laughed out loud. His hand squeezed my thigh lightly. That was the first time I realized his hand was under my dress. Not only had he slid his hand under my dress, he had it mere inches from my wetness. When had he done this? How in the world did I not notice? "If you want, I'll show you what it really means to get fucked," Robert stated. He framed it as a question but it was far from it. It was a statement that he was going to fuck her and she needed to accept it. His hand slid the rest of the way up her thigh and started rubbing his fingers along my pussy through my panties. "Or maybe I should tell my son how wet his girlfriend is just from playing footsie with his dear of dad," he growled. I moaned in response. "Oh my, you're dirtier than I thought," he whispered into my ear. His lips found mine and we were locked in the most passionate kiss of my life. My tongue locked with his as his fingers moved beneath my panties and slowly but deftly slid inside of me. First 1 finger, then 2, he was flicking them back like nothing I had ever felt before, hitting my spot with every move of his fingers. I broke the kiss to let out a low quiet moan that I directed into his ear. He suddenly stopped. I looked at him my eyes as wide as saucers pouting my lips to ask him why. He hooked his fingers under the front of my panties and in one swift motion, tore them off. Without even touching me my pussy throbbed even more. His fingers slipped back in and he redoubled his efforts. I threw my head back and moaned myself into pure ecstasy. "You better be quiet," Robert said and nodded towards the door. I was mortified, the door was wide open. Sure we were 2 stories up and down a long hallway, but I wasn't so sure they couldn't hear me, and if they had heard nothing would stop them from coming to check on us. "Go close it," I pleaded. "But then it wouldn't be nearly as entertaining," he said as he kept flicking his fingers back and forth in my pussy. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I was on the verge of finally ending my frustration and I wanted more. I was thrusting my hips against Robert's fingers, forcing his fingers deeper inside of me. "Are you a squirter," Robert whispered in my ear, "Or maybe you don't even know, maybe no one's brought you to that point before." With that I was spent, my entire body broke into convolutions as my pussy exploded in the most mind blowing orgasm of my life. Robert didn't stop his work though. His fingers continued to move against my walls egging my orgasm on longer and longer. My vision started to go as my eyes rolled back in my head and suddenly I was out. When I came back to, I don't know how long it had been, but Robert was still violently fingering me and my pussy was still on fire... I wanted more. I reached down and pulled his hand free. I slid off the couch and kneeled in front of Robert. I undid his belt, found the button on his jeans, and unzipped them in record speed. His pants were down around his ankles and my mouth was starting to water with anticipation. I hooked my hands under the elastic of his boxers and slid them free. My jaw dropped in amazement. Robert wasn't even hard yet and he was a good 9 inches and as thick around as my wrist. I took it in my hand and looked up at him, my face a mask of shock and awe. Robert just smiled and nodded as if to say you can do it. I looked back down at his cock and started stroking it. I wanted nothing more than to suck on his massive member, but I wasn't sure I could even fit it in my mouth. I was continuing to work it with both hands marveling as it continued to grow. Robert had apparently had enough though, he reached on massive hand behind my head and guided me in. With my mouth open as wide as I possibly could, I let the head of his cock in. I wrapped my tongue around it swirling it every witch way. I had a good 4 inches in my mouth before it felt like too much. I started bobbing my head up and down. It took nothing for me to gag on his cock and he apparently loved the sound, because he took my hair in his hand and stared forcing me down deeper. I was nowhere near even halfway. "I thought you were a real slut, is this really the best you can do," Robert asked, "use your hands bitch." If anyone in my life had ever called me a slut and a bitch in the same situation, I probably would have used my teeth, but for some reason it just spurred me on. I did exactly as he asked. I grabbed ahold of his cock with both hands as I continued to take him into my mouth. God I wanted more. I wanted him down my throat, I wanted his entire massive dick in my mouth. I was measuring how deep I could get with my hands, and every time I took him in my mouth I was managing to get a little deeper. Slurp, suck, slurp, suck, gag "God you can suck a cock when you want to," Robert moaned. Slurp, suck, slurp Without warning, Robert grabbed me by the chin and pulled my mouth away from his cock. "I think it's time you learned what it is to get good and truly fucked," he said. He picked me up by my hips and put me back down in front of him on my hands and knees. My pussy was dripping wet. I had never in my life been more ready to get fucked, but I had no earthly idea how he was going to fit. I felt his fingers dip into my pussy before wiggling out and using his now drenched fingers to lube his massive unit. I licked my lips in anticipation. "I love my family, you know," Robert said as he pressed the head of his cock against my pussy lips, "But I lead a stressful life and I need a way to relieve that stress." He leaned forward and the head of his cock started ever so slowly ripping its was way into me. "Fuck," I yelled not carrying if anyone could hear. "You naughty girl you, are you trying to alert Cooper," he asked. "No," I panted, but on some level I think I might have been. "Can you keep it down, because here I go," he growled. I braced myself for the onslaught as he grabbed his cock with both hands and started pushing into me. Inch by inch his cock seemed to split me in half. It hurt like nothing I've ever experienced before or since. I felt his massive cock pushing against my walls. The head of his cock was against my cervix. I looked back a pained expression on my face. He slowly pulled his cock out until with a pop the entire thing came free. The pain was gone and replaced by a yearning. I didn't have to wait long. The tip of his cock found its way back into my pussy followed by another 6 inches. "Fuck me," I said to myself as he started ramming that 6 inches worth of massive pipe in and out. After a few minutes, the pain was replaced by pure unadulterated pleasure. My body started matching his thrusts, rocking back, taking in more and more of his amazing cock with every second that passed. "God damn that's amazing," I moaned. Robert slowed to a stop with his cock still inside me. I looked back and bit my lip. He slapped my ass hard. My hips flinched, involuntarily taking his cock deeper. He slapped me again, and again my hips bucked. "Fuck my cock bitch," he demanded. I nodded and started grinding my hips into him. "Oh yeah, just like that," he moaned, "ride me you slut, ride my cock like there's no tomorrow." I was thrusting and bucking my hips so hard that I was moving skinning my knees on the rug. The thought crossed my mind that Cooper would see my knees and wonder what happened, but I couldn't stop myself, not now. Robert grabbed me by the hips and slid me off of his cock. There was a vast emptiness between my legs. I wanted him back inside me, no I needed him back inside me. He laid me on my back on the couch and lined himself up. "Do you want it," he asked. I nodded. "Tell me what you want," he demanded. "I want your cock in me," I said. "You can do better than that," he said as he let his cock flop on top of my pussy. "I want you to fuck me," I said. "Who do you want to fuck you," he asked. "You, Robert, Fuck me Robert, fuck me with your cock," I said loudly. With that he lined his cock up with my slit and slid it in. God it was amazing. It was even better in this position. He was hammering into me like there was no tomorrow. My vision was blurring as I took more and more of his pole into my pussy. The Family Dinner Party "God this is fucking amazing," I said loudly, "Yes, fuck me, Yes, Yes, more!" "So what do you think of my cock," Robert hissed. "It's amazing," I told him, "I fucking love your cock." "How does it compare to my sons," he asked. My mind came to a screeching halt. No matter how much I was enjoying his cock I could never admit to such a thing. I would take it to my grave at least that's what I kept telling myself over and over. But every time his cock plunged into my pussy a voice in my head screamed, "of coarse your cock is better, Robert's cock is amazing!" "So you're a stubborn bitch, I see," Robert said as he started ramming harder than ever. After a minute of this reckless pace, he slowed to a stop and pulled his cock out of my pussy, "Well if you won't answer me then I guess we're done here." He started to stand up, but I reached out and grabbed him. I tried to speak but I could't find my voice. "You're going to have to say it at some point," he growled. "You're cock is..." I whispered. "What was that," he said holding his hand close to my face ready to slap. "You're cock is amazing," I said. His hand came in hard across my face. I cried out in surprise, but his hand just returned to where it was. "That's not what I asked bitch," he snarled. I winced as he started to bring his hand in to slap me again, but before he could I blurted out, "You're cock is so much better than Coopers." "Tell me why and I'll let you know what you've been missing all your life," he whispered, with the head of his cock sitting between my pussy lips. "You're so much bigger and you fuck me harder, Cooper is a wimp with a small dick," I yelled. My eyes rolled back in my skull as he plowed his cock into my pussy. He lifted my dressed up and unsnapped my bra. For the first time all night my breasts were free. He took them in his hands and started sucking and licking my nipples. I was on the verge of my second orgasm of the day unlike any other I had ever had. "I'm so fucking close, keep fucking me," I said loudly, "Harder, harder!" I dug my nails into Robert's back as I got closer and closer to my orgasm. Every time his cock thrust into me his massive balls slapped against my ass sending an extra jolt of excitement rushing through me, but I could feel his balls slowly shrinking. "God my son's girlfriend is a slut, and I'm going to use you like a slut," he roared, "I'm gonna cum in your slutty pussy." "Cum where ever you want just fuck me harder," I hissed in his ear, "I'm gonna cum, just keep fucking me." Robert was thrusting so hard now that the couch was moving across the floor. I wondered if it would break before we were done. He was thrusting the entire length of his massive 11 inch cock, in and then all the way out. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt in my entire life. One more thrust and I knew I was going to be done for. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He knew the look in her eyes. He started thrusting harder than ever. "Fuck I'm cumming," I yelled, "I'm cumming on your cock." He continued thrusting until my rolling orgasm fizzled out. I would have let him continue to fuck me like that until the end of eternity, but right now I wanted his cum. I slid off of his cock and fell to my knees before the monster. I was going to prove to myself that I could do it, I was going to make him cum and collect my prize. I took his cock in my mouth and started slurping away while I jerked him off with both hands. One hand slipped down and started caressing his balls. I knew he was close. My body was overcome with an ever growing sense of excitement, and then it happened. "Here it comes," he announced as his massive cock twitched in my mouth. I felt an enormous ribbon of cum explode into my mouth. I moaned in pure pleasure as I swirled it around with my tongue. His single shot was twice as much cum as Cooper produced, and the taste wasn't even comparable. Cooper's was salty with a disgusting fishy aftertaste. Robert's was thick and sweet, just a hint of saltiness. As I reveled in my accomplishment, Robert's cock twitched again. Another jet of cum exploded into my mouth. It was at least as much as the first one if not more. My mouth was about to overflow when his cock twitched again. I tried to swallow it all, but most of it spilled out of my mouth and dribbled own my chin. He shot 3 more more loads into my mouth before his cock stopped twitching. I swallowed more cum than I have in my entire life combined, and still more was on the floor around my knees. I licked the remaining drops off the end of Robert's cock and marveled at the fact that it was still hard. My pussy throbbed for it. My body wanted him more than ever, even as my belly sloshed with his extraordinary volume. I stood up with his cock in my hands and positioned it between my pussy lips, but Robert pulled away. "They're going to start asking questions if we don't get downstairs soon," he said breathlessly as he pulled his pants up. I didn't move, I just kept my hand down his pants rubbing his amazing cock. Robert took my hands in his and started walking me towards the door. My legs felt like rubber and my pussy was dripping down my legs. When we got to the hall, he looked me over. My hair was a mess and I had to clean all the cum off my chin, but Robert cleaned me off before we made it downstairs. "Is everything okay," Shelly asked, "You 2 were up there an awful long time." My face went as pale as a ghost, but Robert just laughed. "We're fine we just got to talking, you know easily I can talk people's ears off," he said slapping his hand on my back. "What's the verdict though, are you alright," Cooper asked concerned. "She's fine, but I'm gonna have her come back a couple times over the next few weeks, I think she might have a stomach condition and I want to keep an eye on it," Robert lied to everyone. My pussy throbbed at the mention of more meetings between us. "Well we could make it like a weekly dinner or something," Shelly said beaming. "I don't think it's that serious," Robert said acting more like a doctor than I would have thought possible after our evening together, "I was going to have her come over on her class break so that I don't have to change my work schedule. "Are you okay with this," Cooper asked, "I don't want to force you to come on your own." "Oh no it's fine," I beamed, "We got to be great friends talking tonight, it'll be fun." "It's settled then," Robert boomed, "Be here at noon on Tuesdays and Thursdays." "I still wish we could have more family dinners," Shelly said gloomily. "Sounds like a good plan to me," I said almost too quickly. Everyone stared at me for a moment, "I mean Cooper knows my parents so well, I want to get to know you all just as well." I thought that sounded like a perfectly good excuse. I was rewarded with a hug from Shelly and and another pat on the back from Robert. Cooper smiled too. I couldn't believe that our plan had gone off without a hitch. In fact I was going to get to see Robert 3 times a week. I didn't know what I was going to do to prepare but I needed him inside of me again and soon. Cooper and I said our goodbyes as we left the house. Just before I left the doorstep though Robert stopped me. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "My son's cock is no longer allowed in your pussy." There wasn't even a question in my mind. I knew I would do exactly as he said, I would no longer let his son, my boyfriend fuck me. I was Robert's whore now, a whore for his amazing cock.