13 comments/ 221287 views/ 30 favorites Stay-At-Home-Fuck-Daddy By: Stay-At-Home-Fuck-Daddy "That's it. That's the way you get fucked, Erica." Erica groaned and looked over at me with a sinister smile. Her hips moved against his cock. She was fucking him back now. I stood unable to move, my heart racing as every thrust between them did more to my filthy need. I wanted to strip down and join them. Ronnie leaned forward and sucked a titty into his teeth. I could hear him suckle and swallow. The sheer amount of her flesh that he pulled into his mouth looked painful. My eyes went to Erica's and she mouthed the words, "it's soooo good." She leaned her head back then and stroked his short hair while he sucked on her. She breathed her cigarette with a limp hand while her thighs rocked up and down. "I'm ready to shoot, girl," he announced and pulled his cock out of her. "Where you wanna do it?" Erica asked as smoked rolled from her lips. "Bring me something of Dan's," he grumbled. Dan was Erica's husband. Back in the day Harlan and me had played poker with them. "Like what?" "A shirt, hat, fuck I don't care. Just make sure it's clean so he'll wear it." Erica nodded and reached for her pants. "Fuck are you doin', girl?" "Dressin'. I don't want the kids to see me naked," she said back. Ronnie rolled his eyes and turned toward me. My eyes darted down to the view and then right back up. "Fucking Christ! Joy? Would you be a goddammed fucking angel and go back to Erica and Dan's room to bring me a fucking thing to shoot!?" He said jump and I asked how high. I was down the hallway in a second. I was in their room with my next step. The bed wasn't made. Clothes were all over the floor. I picked up a shirt and looked at it. It was dirty clothes. Ronnie wanted it to be clean. I dropped the shirt and went direct to the dresser. I threw open the different drawers and found fresh shirts in the third one. I picked out a blue one and spun back for the bedroom door. I strode past the children's room and noted that the door was shut for some reason. I heard Ronnie speak as I got closer. "You can use yer teeth some. Just not a lot." When I got back to the living room, I found Ronnie standing with his dick in front of Erica's mouth. I could see her tongue lapping around its head. She was gasping her delight as she kept him hard. Ronnie had finished counting some twenty-dollar bills and pocketed them. "Good," Ronnie said at me and shoved Erica into the couch. "You got this, Joy?" I stepped between the coffee table and Erica. I walked right up to Ronnie with the shirt and stared into those pale green eyes. "I got this, sweetheart," I said and I meant it. With the shirt draped over my open palms, I reached down with both hands to touch his cock through Dan's cotton. With two hands I tugged on his cock, taking extra care to fondle the plum at the end. "Wanna hear something funny, Joy?" He asked. "What?" "I didn't hear you, Joy!" "What's so funny?" I said at him, not looking at his cock, only feeling it. "I have balls too, who the fuck knew that!?" I kept one hand milking his fat banana and I reached down to find his enormous cherries. In the pubes I found his tight ball sac and I gave them a squeeze. He smirked at me and I smiled back. I was drunk with lust and I knew it. He knew it too. "I'd kiss your face, but you smell like ass, Joy." I didn't care what he said. I was proud to have anything of his on my face. "I think you got some shit on your face, Joy. My shit. Ha! Just kiddin', you look fantastic. I was kiddin' about your tits too earlier. I wanna suck 'em until they're covered up in black marks, Joy. Your lips look like they're built for cock. I want to shoot my goo right in your pretty brown eyes. I want to break your sexy big nose." I was lost in his gaze as he spoke about my attributes. He sighed and I heard Erica light a cigarette. "Can I break your nose, Joy?" He asked. His breath shook with the gift I was about to receive in Dan's shirt. "Can I just fucking fuck up your nose in one punch? Would you let me do that for you?" I said nothing, still milking his massive member. I swear that I could feel the blood rushing up his rolling pin through the blue shirt. "Joy? I asked you a question." My mouth fell agape and I felt my little pot respond again with the same abandonment it'd had enjoyed all afternoon. My wet panties had leaked my honey to my thighs. There was so much wetness that the silk couldn't hold it back no more. I knew the answer I wanted to give it like it was gospel. "Yeah, sweetheart," I said with quiet gratitude. The rush I felt was the same I felt when I said "I do." "Of course you can." With my words, I felt his cock puke its load into Dan's shirt. I felt his pussy paint slam into the fabric. His jaw fell open with satisfaction as his batter filled the package in my hand. Right then, Ronnie punched me hard in the nose. Erica very nearly burned me as I fell on her. We both heard Ronnie howl. I still had the shirt in my hand. I watched blood fall to my covered titties. "Don't bleed on Dan's shirt, you dumb bitch!" I immediately thrust the shirt at the coffee table. Ronnie was putting his cock away and snickering. Erica put her hands on my cheeks and turned me to face her. She was examining the damage to my nose. The burn of blood found its way to my smiling lips. "He popped you good, Joy, but I don't think it's broken." What she said with relief made me a little sad inside. I heard the screendoor slam behind me. Ronnie had left. "I gotta go," I pleaded with Erica. She nodded and handed me Kleenex from the coffee table. Holding the tissue to my nose, I hurried out the door and after Ronnie. He was waiting for me in the street with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. When I joined him, he handed me his lighter. I lit his cigarette for him with my free hand. Ronnie snatched his lighter back from my hand and resumed his walk up the street. I followed with both shoes untied. I could see our neighbors were getting home in their pick up truck. Ronnie changed direction to go for their driveway. "Hey Tom!" Ronnie shouted as the man stepped out of his vehicle. I watched Jana hobble out of the passenger side. She wasn't very far along in her pregnancy. She was wearing a black scoop-top and Wranglers. Ronnie stepped right up next to Jana and spoke at Tom from across the truck. "Ronnie, what're you up to?" Tom asked with the truck between them. Ronnie slipped his hand down Jana's jeans. I could tell by her expression that he'd forced fingers into her. Jana's eyes closed and she unsnapped her jeans to give him more room to work with. There was no way Tom could see. With the force of Ronnie's intrusion, Jana fell against the truck and spread her legs for him. Her jet-black bangs covered her eyes as Ronnie fingered her. "Nothin' Tom." "Got a job yet?" "No, sir," Ronnie said brightly as Jana writhed against his hand. . "Any prospects?" "Think I got something figured out," Ronnie turned to face Jana. "Your wife's sure filling out though." "Yup. She's due in about four months." It looked to me like Tom was about to go around the truck, so I walked closer to intercept him. "Tom," I said and his face fell at the sight of me. "Jesus Christ, Joy, what happened to your nose?" "Ah, I... I fell down against some steps," I lied as I walked right up to his side of the truck. "She can be clumsy, my future mom," Ronnie said with a whistle. "Come on inside, and let's take a look," Tom said. "That would be great of you. I don't want to impose," I grinned from under my Kleenex. "It's nothing, come on inside," Tom insisted. I followed him up the steps. My heart skipped a beat when I realized Jana and Ronnie were right behind me. Ronnie was smacking her big tits. I sidestepped to obscure Tom's view of them. "Wanna beer, Ronnie?" Tom asked putting his keys in the doorknob. "I'll get it for 'im," Jana said. "You go on with Joy to the bathroom." Jana's eyes were thick with lust as Ronnie rubbed and squeezed her tits with discretion. I could spy her nipples hard like yellow corn candy pushing out the dark shirt. Her pants were still unsnapped and she grinned at me when I noticed. "You can't smoke in here," Tom mumbled at opened the door. Tom went into the trailer and I stepped in right behind him. Jana's place was always so clean. The few times I'd stopped by, it always felt like a museum. All of their furniture was new and looked like the plastic it'd come wrapped in had just then found its way to the dumpster. "Come on back," Tom said and led me up their hallway to the bathroom that was almost exactly like mine model-wise. He took the tissue from my shaking fingers and I looked at myself in the mirror. Then I sat on the closed toilet seat. "Do you think it's broken?" I asked with a dash of hope. The hope I heard in myself shocked me a little bit. Tom examined it. "No. I don't think so. Better wipe it down." He ran the water in the sink and gathered some toilet paper from its holder. While I waited for him to wet the paper, I slipped my shoes off. "That kid needs a job. Especially if he's plannin' on marryin' Maggie." "He's a good kid," I defended. "You just have to know how he operates." "I guess." He dabbled my nose with the wet TP. "It stopped bleedin'. That's good. Few days it'll probably be as good as new." "It's gonna swell though, ain't it?" "It's already doin' that." I smiled at him and stood up from the toilet. "I really like your linoleum," I remarked on the dull pattern. I started the new conversation because I thought Ronnie might want more time with Jana. I hoped if he needed use of her pussy that it wouldn't take very long. "Yeah. Jana picked that out. Also changed out the toilet. Gonna do the tub next." I looked down at the toilet. "That is nice." "Yeah, it's that low pressure more energy conservation nonsense." "Right. Harlan's been thinking about doin' that for us." "It's nice." "Real nice." Tom motioned me ahead of him like a gentleman. There was no way I could delay him any longer. So I sighed heavily and stepped into the hallway. I walked ahead of him. I was being quick, but trying not to let on. I hoped to see Jana and Ronnie sitting on the couch when I rounded the corner. That wasn't what I saw. Ronnie had Jana bent over their couch. With one hand he was pulling her hair back with enough force that his arm muscles were as tight as I'd ever seen. His other hand was pouring beer down his throat. His hips were flying into her harder and harder. She was taking his cock in total silence and it looked difficult for her to keep it that way. Her tits were popped out of her scoop-top and bra. Ronnie had stretched the fabric down below them. I watched her exposed titties bounce with his pounding. They were so big that I could see the veins on them. Tom was coming up right behind me. Ronnie grinned at me. Jana looked nervous, but helpless to do anything other than get fucked. I reached up and ripped the neck of Harlan's wife-beater straight down. "Fuck!" I shouted and turned to block Tom. "What the hell now, Joy?" Tom asked with a grin. "I tore my shirt. Can I have one of Jana's?" "Is that okay with her?" I leaned my head back to see Jana's joyful, panting face. Ronnie with his shit-eating grin gave me thumbs up. She shouted "Yeah!" Her shout was this side of a sexual cry. I looked back at Tom. "Lead the way!" I smiled. He walked and I looked around the corner at Ronnie and Jana. I could see them profile. The slab of Ronnie's meat was slimy with the girl's fuck slick. His veins were proud and probably rubbing the insides of Jana perfectly. The two of them looked at me. Both had confident smirks on their faces because they were getting away with it. My chest felt tight and I wanted to watch and finger myself. But there was Tom. I hurried down the hallway. Their bedroom was as beautiful as their living room. All of the space had been used to the most perfect effect. "This is a real good arrangement." "Thanks. That's all her. She didn't want me to have the rifle out, but I insisted on that." He indicated an old-fashioned case on the bureau. I slipped my shirt off as Tom went to the closet. "Looks like it's gotta be a nice one." I slipped the case off of the dresser and set it on the bed. "Can I see it?" "Sure. It's all took apart though." He spoke to the closet while he poked around. I popped open the case. It was the sort of gun used to shoot people far away. All in is separate parts. "Could you put it together?" Tom handed me a pink shirt. "We can't leave them two alone," Tom joked. "They'll think we're up to somethin'." I realized he was looking at my tits. I grinned. "Come on, how long could it take?" Tom began to snap his rifle together. As the components went into place, I wondered what was happening in the front room. I saw flashes of Jana's tits being pulled on and sucked. I saw ass slapped red by Ronnie's giant hands. It was hard to stay in the moment with Tom as he talked about the weapon. Once it was assembled, he showed me the scope and how it attached. "That's really cool," I said and didn't mean it. "Yeah," Tom agreed because he heard what he wanted. I pulled the pink shirt on and turned to leave him. "I'll put it away now," he said and started to take it apart. I tiptoed back to the front room and saw Ronnie with Jana. Her lips were stretched around his powerful cob. He gripped her black hair with all his might and she quietly gagged. They were like statues. The only motion was Ronnie jerking his hips as he fucked her open throat. Over and over he slammed himself into her face. The speed heralded that hot milk was on its way for her. And I was so jealous. My mouth was open as I watched him do it to her face. She was going to have a chance to swallow it. She was allowed to taste it. I wondered if I'd ever get to. He pulled his cock out and held it in his fist. "Open up now," he commanded. Jana tipped her head back and opened her mouth wide. The slings of his spunk shot out. He aimed it for her mouth. One after another, more of his white yogurt slapped against the roof of her mouth. Her tongue lapped out to catch more of it. "That's it. Such a good girl." He released his cock and she closed her mouth. "That's it. Drink," he breathed down at her. "Drink it all. And then kiss Tom with it. Kiss Tom with my fuck snot all in your mouth." He tossed her back from his prick and looked up at me. The only sound was Jana's heavy breathing. "Put it away for me, Joy?" He pointed at his dong. I stepped over Jana and put my hands on it. I lifted it and deposited it in his underwear. As he chugged some more beer, I lifted his pants up and zipped them together. He finished his beer that instant and crumpled the can. "Good fuckin' job, Joy," he burped and bounced the can off of my head. He then looked at Jana. "Better throw that away." Jana scrambled to the beer can and picked it up. As she went to the kitchen, Tom entered the room. "Well, let me know if you need anything, Joy. Band-aids. Maybe one of them plastic rooms so you can't hurt yourself, or your clothes." I stood too close to Ronnie, but it wasn't the right time to make an adjustment. "I will," I said back at Tom. "Hon?" Jana asked as she came back from the kitchen. "Can I have 100 dollars?" "What on earth for?" Tom teased. "I got needs, daddy," she flirted. I watched Tom go for his wallet and Jana arrived to his side. "Hey you," she said and put her lips to his. I watched her open-mouth kiss her husband. As I stared, Ronnie's hand went to my tit and he squeezed it. He squeezed like I saw him squeeze Erica's. Like I imagined he squeezed Jana's. My nipple pushed out into his palm and he rewarded it with a rub. I gasped with every adjustment he made on my titty. "Look it how stupid they are," Ronnie whispered to me while we watched. "They're so dumb. Can't tell just who is dumbest, can you?" I knew she was putting Ronnie's taste right into him because she did everything Ronnie told her to. I wanted to do things for Ronnie too. Things like she got to. I guessed I just wasn't where he wanted me yet. Tom handed Jana the money and she folded it into her jeans. "Well, we'll head out," Ronnie shouted. "I'll walk you two," Jana chimed. We walked out of the trailer and into the drive. As soon as we got to the front of the trailer, Ronnie grabbed Jana and pushed her against the front of her house. Jana whipped the money out of her pocket. "I'll make damn sure Tom finds out it's my kid unless you come up with more. I mean, a hundred dollars? One. Hundred?" "I know," she breathed. "Don't be shy. Yer sexy. He wants to go on fuckin' you. He'll give you cash if you ask him. That's the thing, though, dummy. You got to ask him." He smacked her on the head with the bills to make his point. "He's not a mind-reader, Jana. Okay? He's just trying to do the best he can with a small dick. That's it." "Please don't tell him," she whispered. "He'll know it was my dick that done it to ya." He lifted her belly up and dropped it. "He'll know I was in you. He'll know you let me. He'll know you wanted it. I'll tell him how you begged for it. How you still beg for it. How wet it makes you. How you get wet knowin' that I live next door." "I know, Ronnie," she sighed and her legs parted. "Oh. I know it." "You're wet right now, huh, dummy?" She nodded. I knew how she felt. I was ready to fuck anything. "Go hump his small dick then, you got your share today." He jerked her away from the trailer and he pushed her back to the drive.. As Jana walked off, I thought about Tom's gun. "It's dangerous, you know. Tom has a real nice sniper rifle." "What?" Ronnie asked. "He has this good rifle and he just might kill you if you tell him." He broke his eyes from mine and whistled after Jana with two fingers. "Hey! Get back here!" Jana returned to Ronnie's side. "Second thought, bring me that rifle he's got." "That's gonna be hard." "Fuck. Why is everything I fuck so fucking stupid? Figure it out. Fuck!" Jana nodded. Ronnie gave her a good spank to send her on her way. Ronnie turned back for our trailer and followed behind him in the sunset. "Maggie's home," he said, but it didn't seem like he was talking to me. He threw open the screendoor and stepped into the living room. Maggie sat with her big belly and stared at the television. "Hey babe," she said and didn't look up from what she was watching. "Wanna fuck?" Ronnie asked and joined her on the couch. I said nothing and headed for the hallway. My daughter rolled her eyes. "Don't say shit like that in front of my mom." "Yer mom goes to church?" "No. She's still my mom." Ronnie rolled his green eyes to look at me again. "Fuck it, then. I'm taking a shit." He pushed himself off of the couch and followed me to the hall. I felt his hands on my waist and he jerked me close. "Think I just might shit in your mouth, Joy, how's that?" I felt his breath on my neck and his teeth grazed my earlobe. "Use your tits like handles while I pinch off in your big fucking mouth." As he spoke, my hips ground into his awakening cock. "Make it hard for me, Joy. Fluff it up big for your daughter. Make it huge for her." His hot breath emitted the slightest gasp as I gave him pleasure through his jeans. I could smell the nicotine and beer on him as he breathed shallow against me. His sigh became contagious and my breath slipped into the beat of our groins. "Maybe when I'm fuckin' her," he whispered. "You can come in and lick her ass while she rides me, huh, Joy? You can throw the Bible out the window with that idea. Learn to lick pussy. Suck milk from her tits. From your own daughter? Huh?" Stay-At-Home-Fuck-Daddy He was so hard against my ass. My poor pussy had wanted it all day. "What do you say to that, Joy? Wanna lick her pussy?" I gulped air and shuddered at the sound of his voice. "Joy?" "Yeah," I mused above a whisper. Then he shoved me forward. "Well I hate gay shit!" I was still gasping as he went into the bathroom. He paused before he went in and looked at me. His expression was mystified. "And that shit about Maggie?" He shamed me with his fingers, laughed aloud, and slammed the bathroom door shut. I gasped in quiet frustration. My nipples were razors against my bra. I rushed myself into my dark bedroom and slammed the door. I fell back against it and my legs moved like scissors as I slipped all the way to my ass. My nose was so dry it burned. I could feel tears on my cheeks. My heart was pounding and my pussy was aching. I rolled my head to look at my candle. It had burned itself all the way down. The bottle that had started it all. I pushed myself up and fell into my bed. My thighs hung over it and I slid my hand between them. I slapped my clit furiously. I could hear myself crying and panting as I tried to whip it to some kind of release. The sounds my voice made were desperate. I brought my hand out. If I was going to masturbate, I needed some kind of aid. Something to look at or fuck. Something of Ronnie's. Something like Dan's shirt! I swung open my bedroom door and walked back to the living room. "What was that about?" Maggie asked from the couch. "What?" I said with no conviction. "He doesn't like gay shit? Something about me?" "I offered him reading material. It was a magazine. I thought you looked like that celebrity. The gay one?" I was amazed I could connect the dots so fast. As a liar, I'm usually shit. "What gay one?" I didn't have a name. "Hell, I don't even know." "You look nervous. Is everything okay?" "Yeah, I just... I need to go to Erica's for a minute." I bent toward the coffee table and picked up a cigarette. "Cool shirt, mom," Maggie said and I went for the door. I stumbled through the screendoor and back out to the street. With the night all around me, I smelt the heat coming off the asphalt. The day had been sweltering. As I walked, my mind wandered through all of the events of the day. I'd watched him fuck two people. He'd demeaned me all day long. I lit my cigarette. And I hadn't been allowed to come. I kept wondering why he hadn't done it to me yet and the answer always came up the same. He wanted Harlan to watch me with him. He wanted Harlan to be heartbroken. He wanted to make sure my home was destroyed. Every other bitch was allowed to keep her shit. What made me so fucking special? I was mad when I knocked on Erica's door. She opened it and looked at me like I was an alien. "What's up, Joy?" "What's up." I didn't know how to ask her for what I wanted, so I just blurted it. "Can I have that blue shirt Ronnie came in?" Erica blinked at me and smiled. "Of course. I'll go get it." She walked away and left me looking at her living room. Evie, Erica's eldest daughter was home. She sat with her I-pod headphones on. There was a smile on her face when I waved at her. Erica came back with the shirt and stepped outside with me. "Evie's real pretty," I said. "Yeah," Erica agreed and handed the shirt to me. Her voice sounded a touch distant and wistful. "He wants her to catch us fuckin'." I swallowed. My throat felt suddenly very dry. Erica lit up and blew smoke to the stars. "It started off as money. You know, to keep him quiet. But now that Evie's filled out so nice..." I could read between the lines. I didn't know if she was looking for advice or judgment. "I don't know what to say," I said with a shrug. "I'm sure he'll still fuck you too." "I know that, Joy. It's just that she's got her whole college life to worry about. He don't care about that. He just cares about getting' as many gals pregnant that he can and now Evie's on his radar." I wanted to feel bad, but I was actually jealous that somebody might be in line ahead of me. The sound of an SUV speeding made both of us look up. The solid black, very new looking truck slammed its brakes as it near-passed the front of the trailer. Then, with the same devotion to speed, reversed and parked itself proper right in front of Erica's house. Loud rap music pumped from inside of it. Its windows were all tinted black. "I hate rap music," Erica said with a sigh. "Who's that?" I asked. "Evie's friend. She's come to study." The car door slammed and I heard the chirp of it locking. I heard the sound of the heels before I saw the girl. She was a small thing with blonde hair to her shoulders. She wore a top that looked like she'd been poured into it. "What's up?" She said with a confidence that reminded me of Ronnie. Not waiting for an answer, she dug into her purse and produced her own cigarette. "You can smoke in there, if you want," Erica said. "I do." "Yeah, but I want to know what you bitches are up to," she mused and held her hair back as she lit up. "Oh, let me guess... you fell down some stairs?" The brash thing pointed toward my face. I lit her cigarette for her. "We were just talkin' about that," I offered. "What the fuck is that? Looks like a cum rag." She pointed at the shirt and blew a long stream of smoke over our heads. I jerked the shirt behind me. "So you go to school with Evie?" "Yeah. Biology. Psychology. Don't know which-ology I like yet." The gal's blue eyes were intense. There was a distance in them that made me feel like I was in somebody's cross hairs. "Are you from here?" "No," she laughed. "I'm from... I'm from all-fucked-up." I couldn't say anything to that and she saw my pause. "It's okay, ma'am. I'll let you off the hook." She grinned. It was the smile that ate the cat. She turned that smile to Erica. "You know what I'm gonna say." Erica grinned at the ground and pushed her belly out for the girl to see. Holding her cigarette away, the blonde girl touched the belly like. Her small, delicate touch was sweet. "That's so cool," she said. She said it like nobody else was around. "She likes to pet it when she comes over," Erica smiled at me. "Thought about it?" The girl asked Erica, still feeling the belly. "How what an excellent babysitter I would be?" "Ain't got need of the service right now." "Everyone needs to go somewhere, Mrs. Rand. Sometime. You and your husband deserve it and I know Evie can't be here all the time." "It's a great offer. Maybe after he's born. When I really wanna tear outta here." "Sure," Yvette said and looked between us. Her eyes glistened and I thought she might cry. She then let go of the belly. "Just saying I'm your girl." She elbowed through us and went right up the stairs. The door slammed as she went into the living room. "That was rude," I grinned at Erica. "Yeah, she's a character." "What's her name?" "Yvette. She and Evie are really into each other." She nudged me. "The two of them are tight. I think she's a good influence for Evie. Loves the kids. I'm kind of curious what she'll do if Ronnie tries anything with her best friend." "Maybe you should just keep paying Ronnie. And let Evie do her own thing." "Too expensive. I don't wanna get into it, but blackmail ain't fun." With gravity I wasn't even used to, she then said: "Don't say anything to him about this. I'm serious, Joy. Don't say shit. I'm just sad about it." I smirked at the payment. "Of course I won't say anything." "You stopped taking the pill, didn't you?" I couldn't look at her. Erica shook her head, "alright, Joy, you got his dammed cum towel. Go on home." I walked in the night breeze back to my trailer. As I approached, I realized Ronnie just might flip his lid if he knew I had Dan's shirt. I slipped it under the pink shirt as I walked up the drive. The trailer was dark. I put my hand on the screendoor. I heard Ronnie speak from inside. "Whaddya do at Erica's?" I could see the embers of his cigarette as he sat in the dark. He had brought of the chairs in from the kitchen and sat it there in front of the door. "Nothin'. Talked." "Talked about what?" "Evie bein' in school." "That a fact?" I thought about my promise to Erica for less then a second. "How Evie's in school and how... Erica thinks you might ruin it for her." He blew smoke through the screendoor at me. "Can I come inside?" I asked. "You wanna fuck me, Joy?" "Yes," I whispered at him. "I left something out there for you, Joy." I looked around on the porch. There was lots of clutter. Sometimes I just let things go too long. I couldn't tell what he was talking about. "The scissors, Joy, Jesus." I found what he was talking about and picked them up off an over-turned flowerpot. They were the inside scissors. "Okay, Joy, cut me a nice cock-hole in the screendoor." This was Harlan's door. He was so proud to install it. He hadn't done much with his hands, but the door was something he liked to show off. "You know, Joy, a fucking hole I can stick my dick through." "Where do you want it?" "Bend over, for me. Put your snatch on it. That's how we'll measure." I did what I was told and bent over against the screen. I put my clothed ass up against the screen and I felt his finger push in on my pussy. I stared at the flowerpot. "Where's Maggie?" "Shut the fuck up, I can't believe I want to fuck you." I was elated that he wanted to fuck me. Between my legs I was pleased with his touch. My pulsing lips wanted to draw any piece of him into me. I wanted all of him inside of me. I wished for him to live there and I hoped his child would. "This spot ain't no good. Get on the flowerpot and try again. Gonna get a fuckin' back ache if I do anything that way. You're too short. You need a stepping stool, Joy!" He laughed and I grabbed the flowerpot. I put it right in front of him and assumed the position again on top of it. I put my ass against the screen and he went back to poking my pussy through the screen and my pants. Every prod made me tremble. "Okay. That works. Perfect dick level. Betcher glad you didn't toss out that flowerpot now, huh?" He snorted a laugh. I turned and saw where his finger touched the screen. With my hands shaking, I opened the scissors. Ronnie withdrew his finger. "You know where it is, stupid? Or do I have to hold my finger there the whole time you cut it?" "Yeah, I know." I stabbed through the screen. It was hard to scissor the metal fiber. Every squeeze of the handles was pain in my knuckles and fingers. "Don't worry, Joy, you'll get there," he said and walked to the kitchen. I grunted as I continued to saw a hole for his cock. He came back with a can of beer. "Want some beer?" He opened the can and it sprayed me through door. The foam of his favorite brew coated my face. I didn't let the stunt shake my concentration. If he wanted the cock hole, he was getting the cock hole. The beer was burning my right eye, but I powered through the final cut. I looked up at him with a smile spread across my lips. He had his head tipped back with another chug of beer going down the hatch. He burped and looked at my work. He stuck his fingers through it. I hoped it would pass his inspection. "Good job, Joy. Alright, now cut the crotch out of your shit so I can fuck you through the door." He flailed his fingers at me when he indicated my pajama bottoms. I pulled down on the crotch of the pants and touched the scissors between my thighs. My hands were shaking and sniveled through my blood-clotted nose. I wanted to work the scissors better, my fingers still hurt from the effort with the screen. "Fucking hell, Joy! Really!? Really!?" He shouted down at me. He threw open the screendoor and I fell to my side to get out the way. Once I smacked the porch, he was already behind me. I felt his hands wrestle the scissors out of my fingers. He grabbed the crotch of the pants and stabbed the fabric with the blades. My thighs froze in their position for fear of being struck by the stabbing and sawing metal. With a few rips, I felt my panties exposed to the air. He then gripped my panties by the crotch and ripped them out of the hole he made. He stormed away from me and threw the scissors inside. He slammed the screendoor shut again and I heard him lock it. "Okay, Joy, here you go." I heard him unzip his pants. I got to my knees and turned toward the screen. He had his dick through the hole. Even limp, it looked amazing in the moonlight. "Go on. Make it hard." He said down at me. "Your work's cut out for you. I've shot half-a-dozen loads today. I'm sure there's a little left for ya, though. Just apply yourself." I touched it with my cheek. I breathed in the acrid odor of multiple lovers. The stench of his pubic hair aroused the tips of my nipples. I opened my mouth to him and put both hands on the stalk. I was already shaking with anticipation. All day long I didn't want to touch my pussy lips. All day long I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to choose what to do with it. I wanted his fingers. I wanted his dick. I would have been happy with his sneeze or his spit. If he wanted to fuck me with a beer can, I would let him try. It was growing hard as I licked and stroked it. I felt the limp offering become rigid in my hands and the inside of my cheek. The plum end of it knocked my back teeth and I pulled myself away from him to breathe. Now, as it bobbed before me, his perfect erection leaked a touch of his pre-cum. My happy clam had just the right amount of juice for him to split me where I wanted it most. "I want to get on the flowerpot." "We're supposed to do this in front of Harlan, you know." His words were outrageous. I had done everything he told me to. I had taken all manners of abuse from him. I had sacrificed dignity and morality all day long and he was still in the position to deny me. "No," I whispered and stepped onto the flowerpot. "Don't say that to me now. Tell me to divorce Harlan, I'll divorce him. Tell me to force him to watch when he's here, I'll do that too." My hands were dutiful in their worship of his piece as I spoke. "C'mon," I hissed and dragged my pink t-shirt against the screen. My nipples slid up and down against the cotton and soft steel. I reached up and showed him the wad beneath my shirt --the hidden cum rag. I cradled the false pregnant pooch I had. "Isn't this how you want to see me? Full of your seed. Your power? I want a piece of you growing in me. C'mon..." I reached down with two hands again. One went to the helmet of his vein-covered pussy pleaser and the other spread my lips for it. I was slick and a little bit gummy. I shuddered as I brought it closer. I touched the tip to my clit and my back locked like a loaded crossbow. I nudged him into my pussy a little. "Turn around, Joy," he whispered. "I'll fuck you now." I stepped off of the flowerpot and got back in position with my back to him. I bent over and coaxed his heavy hog back to my gravy. I screwed my eyes shut as I felt him penetrate me. With my clit rubbed from this angle, I could barely notice the touch of pain from his size. My lips fell open and I drooled a little. "Yes, sweetheart. There you are..." I gasped. My heart raced as more of him filled me. I had never been filled completely my whole life so I hoped I was the perfect size for him. I wanted to be proud to take it all. The sound of rap music pumped nearby. I heard the SUV approach my trailer with all the speed of its crazy driver. I looked to my left and saw it zoom past. "What the fuck!?" Ronnie demanded from inside. The brakes on the black vehicle screeched and I heard it reverse. I watched the SUV come back into view and park in my trailer's driveway. The headlights bore into me and the bass of the rap music shook the carport. Ronnie shoved me through the screendoor and I tipped off of the flowerpot. I smacked into the ground as Ronnie stepped outside. My gaping pussy flashed the beams of the car. I stared up at Ronnie as he approached the SUV with his cock out. "Get the fuck out of here!" Ronnie shouted at the dark windshield. "Go on! Fuck off! I'm fuckin here! I'm fuckin that girl here! You want it!?" He smacked his dick up and down. It was still hard as all get out. The music inside the SUV got softer. "She's a friend of Evie's!" I shouted. That little bitch Yvette wanted to hear what Ronnie had to say. "I'm fuckin' this lady right now! I'm fuckin' half the world! You a skanky bitch!? C'mon out then! C'mon!" As Ronnie hollered, the powerful engine of the SUV revved. I could see the orange end of Yvette's cigarette as she smoked behind tinted glass. The high beams went on and I shielded my eyes. "This!" He pointed at his raging hard on. "This is what's waiting for you!" The SUV's music increased in volume again. The whole black monster reversed out of the drive. Ronnie grabbed the flowerpot and tossed it at the car. His throw was off though, cause Yvette was just faster at driving. "Fuck this shit," Ronnie grumbled. "I ain't in the mood no more." He stomped inside and slammed the door shut. I sniffled through my blood clots. I gathered the tears in my pajama pants to cover myself. I wasn't going to be fucked this night. I was angry at Evie's little friend. She showed up at just the wrong time for no obvious reason. What was it about? Did she want Ronnie too? I sighed. She'd have to get in line behind me if that's what she wanted. I had been so close to coming on his dick. I had been so close to him coming in me. And he didn't even say if I could go back inside. Who did that bitch think she was anyway? With her gas hog SUV? I slipped Dan's shirt out and pressed it against my face. I wanted to smell the cum on it, but my nose wasn't working all that well. "Mom?" I heard Maggie's voice through screendoor. "I needa talk to you." I looked up from her boyfriend's shirt. She opened the screendoor and I got to my feet. "Maggie?" I asked. "Do we have any more candles? Mine burnt itself out today." "I don't think there's any candles, mom," she said back. "Come on inside and put some new pants on. I have a lot to say." As I looked at my daughter's disappointed face I was sad that I hadn't thought to buy more candles. I really could be so stupid sometimes.