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Stay-At-Home-Fuck-Daddy Ch. 02

By: a_bent_ampersand



Author's Note: 

This is the second part of a longer story. It is about a wife who cheats without her husband's consent.

It has been tagged with "violence", "pee", "male dominance", "forced to watch", "cuckhold", and "adultery".

a.b&

"I know what's goin' on, mom," My daughter told me. Ronnie was nowhere in sight when she confronted me that night last week. "I saw the things he made you do. It reminded me of when we first was hangin' out. The things he'd make me do..."

She blushed some.

"I can share him," she said. "I'm sharin' him with half the trailer court now. But I don't think I should share him with you, momma. It would hurt dad too much, ya know?"

My mind couldn't quite wrap around my daughter's attitude.

"But you don't get jealous?" I asked her.

"I saw him fuckin' Jana a few months ago," she breathed in her cigarette and spoke at the ceiling. "Right here in our living room. I don't know where you were. I come home and seen 'em through the screendoor. She was on 'im cowgirl style. Right on the floor. Ronnie was watchin' the race while she rode 'im. I shouted for 'em to stop. Ronnie yelled at me 'come in and make me stop, you dumb cunt.' So I went in. Jana didn't do nothin' but keep fuckin'. I put my hand out to shove Jana and Ronnie grabbed it so hard it hurt. I told 'im 'stop fuckin' Jana! It's pissin' me off!' Jana looked like she might stop but Ronnie told her not to. He pulled me down so my nose was on his tummy. He grabbed my hair and pointed my face at where he was in her. He didn't say nothin' and he wouldn't let go."

I swallowed at the intensity she had even though her tone was dead flat. I felt myself getting all turned on again. This was the same night Ronnie and me had been interrupted. This was the end of the day I was nothing if not horny.

"I cried on 'is belly button, momma. I closed my eyes for some of it. Some of it I just kept watchin'. He told me how Jana was gonna get pregnant. She couldn't wait for it. Like I couldn't wait for it neither when he did it to me. They talked about how stupid Tom was all while she rode 'im up and down. When he came in 'er she got up and he made me suck it for 'im. He told me to make it hard again. He told me Jana's pussy tasted better then mine. He said she might have tips on hygiene, diet and the like --and didn't I want to taste as good as Jana?" She sighed and I could see she was shaking.

My lips parted some as her description accelerated my heartbeat. I felt my nipples full and erect in the pink shirt.

"Is this turnin' you on, momma?" She demanded.

I sighed and shook my head at her. I didn't want her to know that I was hanging on each word because I wanted to fuck her words. I wanted every image and syllable between my legs thrusting in and out of my ripe tomato over and over again. This, I guessed, was because I was on Ronnie's side. I was elated that he could handle Maggie so well.

"When it was all big again, he just went back to bangin' Jana on the coffee table," then she looked at me. "I remember her hissin' and moanin.' He pulled on her big ole white titties and sucked 'em. All in front of me. That's when I asked if I could go and he said 'fuck no, girl. You're gonna watch this. You're gonna watch this till it don't hurt no more.' And they both were laughin' and fuckin' and laughin' at me and laughin' at Tom. They musta fucked for two hours or somethin'."

"See, momma? I asked his permission to leave. That's when I could tell that all that mattered was what he thought. And he was right too. I stopped carin' who got on his dick, so I guess it's okay if you fuck 'im, but think of daddy. He don't deserve it."

Her plea made me angry. "You don't know nothin' about it, Maggie. It ain't yer business."

She blew smoke at her lap and whispered, "Well, I'm only thinkin' about daddy. And I guess. I guess I tried."

This is where I cut the conversation short and I went down the hall to go to sleep. 

That's when I took Dan's shirt and put it on the bed. Ronnie's cum stain looked so precious on it in the moonlight. I had all sorts of nasty plans for it. In the worst of my plans, I might choke to death on Ronnie's stain.

Maggie's daddy got back the next day.

Harlan used to be pretty good, body wise. His job as a truck driver had fattened him up pretty well. He liked his hair short. His hair wasn't as razor short as Ronnie's though.

I made him, Maggie, and Ronnie dinner. Usually when he gets home, Harlan likes to eat my goulash. He raves about it when he eats it. On this night, though, I made Rice-a-Roni mixed with fried hamburger. 

All because it was Ronnie's favorite.

I made sure Ronnie got extra helpings of food. Even if that meant Harlan was still a little hungry. 

Harlan bored us all with his lame stories about driving the truck. 

Ronnie was polite and attentive. He made the cleverest jokes. One of them was even at Harlan's expense, I really wish I could remember it.

"Ever thought about makin' Maggie a little sister?" Ronnie asked and blew snot into his napkin. He asked that of Harlan while I cleared the table.

"Think I'm too old to go through all that again," Harlan sighed and sipped from his beer. "Besides, she's on the pill these days anyhow."

"Oh," Ronnie said with a dismissive hand. "She could always get off of it. Then we could have two pregnant ladies in here. I don't wanna make you blush, Harlan, but I love makin' love to Maggie while she's pregnant."

I stood with my back to them at the sink.

"I don't need to hear that shit," Harlan grinned.

Maggie looked at the floor. I lit a cigarette and turned to look at Ronnie's square-jaw as he played in a dangerous place. His words were a little reckless, but I liked him driving drunk without a seatbelt. I hoped he'd drive right into me.

"Gonna be sad when it's over," Ronnie laughed. "But not too sad. I'll just have to do it again. Give you and Joy lottsa grandchildren."

Ronnie looked at me after that.

"Hard to wait for it though, sometimes I wish I could just have lotsa girls all at different stages of being pregnant. I mean, don't get me wrong, getting them pregnant is loads of fun to start with, but after?" Ronnie whistled like he saw something beautiful. 

What he was looking at was me with my arms crossed and a cigarette burning. Smoke curled up from my lips as our eyes locked. I felt like he was looking at me on tee-vee or some foreign magazine. Like I was some sort of high class gal who could have anything she wanted. His gaze woke up the little Sponge-Bob in my own square-pants and I sighed with excitement. I locked my thighs together and knew I had to be alone with Dan's shirt.

Right then, I was even horny enough to fuck my husband.

I remembered what Ronnie told me before. About how he would fuck me in front of Harlan. I wanted him to do it right there in the kitchen. I imagined him throwing the dining table out of the breakfast nook and rushing me at the sink. My breath quickened when I pictured him stabbing my cigarette out on my arm while ripping my pants open at the same time. I wanted his five-o'clock shadow rubbing my chin red. I wanted to feel the physical force behind his words. I wanted fucked something bad.

"You're drunk, son," Harlan said and pointed at him.

"Guess maybe I am," Ronnie grinned and looked at him. "Forget it. What the fuck was I talkin' about anyways?"

I smiled at him. He smiled back. 

I put my cigarette out instead of ripping every fucking stitch of my clothes off.

Maggie and Harlan were watching tee-vee while I did the dishes.

Ronnie got a beer from the fridge and walked up behind me. He shot his hand between my legs and grabbed my crotch like the handle of a bowling bag. I gasped.

He leaned up to my ear and whispered so no one but me could hear.

"You'll be pregnant, Joy. Don't matter to me if it's mine or his. Maybe it matters to you." He then released me and the balls of my feet could touch the ground again. There, with my hands in dish soap, I knew if there was going to be a baby, it was going to be Ronnie's.

That meant I wasn't gonna get off with Harlan. I wondered if the two of us might not have one more fuck in us before Ronnie took over. Now I had my answer. I had fucked my husband for the last time before he went on the road last.

I think it was the missionary position.

Harlan tried to fuck me that night. I turned him down. I giggled to myself because there was no way he could tell what was going on with me. I had this amazing secret that I couldn't wait to bring in the open.

That next morning he got up on me to fuck and that's when I put my plan into motion. I'd put together an idea to help Ronnie get what he wanted: fucking me in front of my husband. The requirements were my bottle with the wax on it and a whole butt load of duct tape.

With tons of effort on my part, I had him all wrapped up like some half-assed present and ready to give. Everything but the bow. Of course my bra had little bow patterns on it, so maybe I was the present.

"Hey, honey," I said to my husband, Harlan, as his eyes fluttered open. I ran my fingers through his hair while my bra-clad titty hovered just an inch from his nose. "I hope it don't hurt so bad."

His eyes were wide and scared. He really had no idea what the fuck was going on. I straddled him in the chair and put my panty-covered-pubes right up against his pudgy belly. I put my arms around him and gave him a hug.

His giant shoulders and fat chest pushed into my boobs and my nipples pushed into the duct tape that held him to the chair. It took me six rolls to get him that stuck. Wrapped around and around and around again. When I remembered getting' him in the seat and doing that to him, it made me tired. 

"You're so heavy, pumpkin," I whispered right up against his ear.

I pushed myself off of his lap and stumbled over to the kitchen.

I'd re-arranged the living room while Harlan was knocked out. One couch was tipped up on the other to make room. The coffee table was on its side with the legs blocking the tee-vee set. I put Harlan in a chair from the kitchen and wrapped him up really tight to make sure he couldn't wiggle free.

He looked cute so helpless. Especially with duct tape around his mouth.

I opened the fridge and got a beer. The little bar that divided the kitchen from the living room had my cigarette burning in an ashtray so I went to it. I opened my beer and eyeballed Harlan there in the sunlight.

"Lots happened since you were on the road," I said. My voice shook as I spoke. I didn't know why I wanted to talk to him at all, but I thought maybe it had something to do with being married for seventeen years.

I slurped down some beer and tapped ash off of my cigarette.

I could hear the summer breeze shake the wind chime on the front porch.

"I don't know where to start, Harlan. I guess I didn't expect you to be awake yet. See, I thought you'd be out longer." I lifted my stuff from the bar and walked back to Harlan in the middle of the living room. "That just must be me bein' stupid. But I ain't so stupid, right? I figured it out. I figured out crackin' you one."

I touched my shaking cigarette to my lips and my breath shook the smoke out of my chest.

"God, I'm so nervous," I smiled a limp smile at him. "Lots happened."

Right then, Harlan flexed and started a struggle with the tape. He seemed so much bigger than the chair. My heart raced when I thought he might break free so I slapped him across the face.

He stopped.

"Don't do that!" I shouted at him. "I want to smoke and drink my beer and I can't do that and slap you too!" I bit the filter of my cigarette and grabbed a tuft of his dark hair. I shook his head on his neck back and forth.

I released him and ashed on his nose.

"I mean, I don't have three hands, dummy, do I?" I took a sip of beer. The nerves in me made me take in a ton of air. My chest swelled as I stood in my bra and panties.

"Yer gonna divorce me cause I attacked you. That's okay with me. I got somethin' else in the works. See, that's why we didn't fuck when you got home. That's why when you wanted to fuck this mornin', I hit you over the head with the bottle. The one covered in wax? Sorta hittin' you with a hard cushion, I thought."

I raised my barefoot up to his face and pinched his nose with my toes. He jerked his head away from me. This made me chuckle.

"I'm gonna be honest with ya, Harlan." I said and chugged down some more sweet beer. A burp came out of me and I flushed with excitement. "I been doin' a lot of masturbatin'. And when I do it... hold on."

I went to the bar and stabbed my cigarette out. Right there, where I left it, was Dan's shirt. I set my beer down and shimmied into it. Ronnie's cum stain was wide and all across my titties. I turned to face Harlan wearing Ronnie's mark with pride.

"See, I wear this when I do it. I touch my pussy wearin' this."

I walked up to Harlan and thrust my boobs toward his nose.

"Guess who's cum this is on it? It ain't yer's," I heard myself chuckle and an insult flew out my lips before I could stop it. "Don't think you ever shot a load this big."

Those words were like one of those sounds that make an avalanche, because I didn't stop there. "A little dick like yer's can't make a mess like this, can it, Harlan? It's sorta like bein' handicap I think. Like bein' retarded or in a wheelchair or somethin'."

The words made me blush. I didn't think I could be so mean. But now that I knew Ronnie was going to take me in front of my husband, I got all sorts of excited.

"Yeah, hon, yer dick is on the tiny side," I giggled and finished my beer. I slammed the empty can against his head and it bounced to the floor. "You can't really see my cum on the shirt, but it's on here too. Girl cum ain't all-pretty like this. Sometimes I just fuck the shirt. I would love it for the cum to come off it and have my pussy warm it up. Like somehow the stain could get me pregnant?"

I pursed my lips and made my eyes wide. "Oh. That's right. You didn't know that I stopped takin' the pill. That's why we're not fuckin' no more, Harlan. I can't risk gettin' pregnant by you. My pussy's spoken for by someone else."

I rubbed my cum-stained tits in front of him.

I could see the sadness in his eyes as I taunted him. This caused a hiccup in my train of thought and I stammered. "Don't look like that. I ain't really cheated yet. I mean, I almost got to, but it got... interrupted before I could come or anything."

He looked like he might cry. I hit him with one hand and the other.

"You better get tough, Harlan, cause it's gonna get worse for ya. See? He wants me to fuck him in front of you. That's why yer all tied up and no place to go." I sighed and reached between my legs. I pulled my panties aside to show him my honey pot.

"Lookie here, sweetie," I said with a husk that wasn't familiar to me.

Harlan didn't look. I swatted him again and again and again. I grabbed the back of his head and forced him to look down. My other hand still displayed my pussy proudly.

"Lookit. All wet. I'm always wet for 'im. I walk around all day wet, thinkin' about it." I threw his head back up and released my panties. I was anxious. I knew Ronnie had gone on errands around the trailer court. I told him that when he got back, Harlan would watch us.

He said he was going to bang the other girls first but couldn't wait to get to me. I imagined him doing Erica with his giant cock. I remembered him flooding Jana's mouth with his beautiful baby butter.

The tingle between my legs intensified and I felt my cave expand its cock-taker.

I sighed and went back to the counter for a cigarette. I had no idea when he'd be back. My nipples felt uncomfortable as they stabbed my bra in their excited state. I blew smoke toward Harlan.

"It's hard to not wanna finger myself, but I'm sure he'll be here any minute," I blinked my brown eyes at him. "Figured out who it is yet?"

I smiled like I knew a private joke.

I went over to the screendoor and looked out.

Then I looked back at Harlan. "Don't look at me that way, pumpkin. He's gonna be here. He's gonna be here because he lives here."

I saw the light bulb go off in my husband's eyes. His expression went from that to outrage in a second flat. "Yeah. See. There really can't be two men about the house. Even though I'm not confident you qualify as a man and all. But he's gonna take me so you can see. Then, I guess, you'll leave."

I breathed smoke from my hand and hugged my arms.

Outside I heard Ronnie's voice shouting. I couldn't make out who he was yelling at or what he was saying, but my pounding heart just about cracked my ribs. I ran over to Harlan and stabbed my cigarette out on the duct tape.

Just as fast, I whipped Dan's shirt off and put my hands at my sides. There in my bra and panties, I faced the screendoor and gulped. My palms were wet with my nervousness and I sucked my lips in.

The screendoor was flung open and Ronnie came in.

"Holy shit!" He hollered and looked around the room. "Fuck you do to the place, Joy? Looks like yer puttin' on some kinda skit. Uncover the fuckin' tee-vee and pick this shit up off the floor!"

He pointed at the beer can and my cigarette on the floor.

"I gotta take a piss, fuckin' beer's runnin' through me," he bellowed through his yellow teeth and pushed passed me and Harlan. "Hey Harlan," he said as he went down the hallway to the bathroom.

I turned to the coffee table and scooted it from the front of the tee-vee.

"Get me a beer!" Ronnie shouted through the thin walls of the trailer.

I left the table on its side, but clear of the tube, and went to the fridge in a hurry. My fingers shuddered as I removed the beer and cracked it open for my new man.

Ronnie burst back into the living room. In his hand, he held the toilet brush.

He saw something on the floor he didn't like and I could tell. His gigantic chest wheezed when he bent over for it. He picked up Dan's shirt. He examined it with his free hand. He stomped toward me holding the shirt and the toilet brush.

"You opened the beer!?" He shouted in my face.

I nodded and offered it to him. He took it from me and through the full can at Harlan. Beer spilt all over my husband and the linoleum floor. The sound of the impact made me hop.

"See? How do I know you didn't put some shit in it, Joy? I don't drink what's been opened for me first. That's how you get fucked over by folks." He shook his head and held up Dan's shirt.

"Put yer face in this," he grumbled.

I snatched it from him and put the t-shirt on over my head.

In the darkness, I felt his strong hand grip the cotton and he gave me a yank. My footing tripped over itself as he spun me out of the kitchen by Dan's shirt. I felt like a pellet in a slingshot.

My covered face smacked into the floor. Into the spill of beer.

"What'd she tell ya, Harlan?" Ronnie asked as he undid his belt. The sound of it unclasping made my pussy rush and I whipped off the shirt to look up at him. My elbow was in the beer. "She tell ya that she wants me more than you? She say that to you?"

He brought his dong out of his underwear right above me. He still held the toilet brush in his other hand.

"She tell you it was like this?"

With those words, Ronnie's cock performed its other function. Pee fell out of the tip of it and it flowed straight down to my chest. It picked up pressure the more that came out. His hot yellow piss soaked my bra and I panted up at him.

"Get yer mouth down there, Joy," he commanded. I was shocked at what he was asking me to do. The moment demanded that I do exactly what he said and I turned to raise my open mouth to his spraying piss hole.


Stay-At-Home-Fuck-Daddy Ch. 02



"Did she tell you she does whatever I say?" Ronnie laughed.

The flood of his smoldering pee filled my mouth and I swallowed some of it involuntarily. My eyes closed with happiness as he used me in such away. I felt his stream leave my mouth and I realized he was finishing off on Harlan.

"Fucking hell, Joy," Ronnie announced as he tapped out on Harlan's lap. "That shit's gross. Gross. You're one desperate piece of ass to let someone do that to you. That shit's fucked up!"

He grabbed my arm and jerked me to my knees. His cock smacked my eye and I tried to lick it. His hand let go of my arm and grabbed the back of my head. He pulled me away from his cock.

I could feel my tongue stretched out of my mouth. I was licking the air, trying to somehow coax his cock to me.

Ronnie put the toilet brush to my lips instead. It smelt of all the old scrubs and was freckled in brown and yellow. The tip of the brush pushed behind my teeth some and Ronnie spoke down at me. I hoped Ronnie was the last person to use it on the toilet. That's all I thought of at the time.

"Gotta clean you up or somethin', Joy, I mean shit."

My voice escaped my lungs in a mixture of pleading and growling.

He tossed the brush away from my face and urged me to my feet. With a quick flick of both hands, he tossed me against Harlan. My wet tits, all covered in Ronnie's powerful lemon juice, pushed into my husband's face. I bounced off of him and back to the floor. My head smacked the ground and I shouted pain.

I looked up at Ronnie to see he had turned the tee-vee on. A car race came into focus on the screen and I lifted myself up onto my elbows. Ronnie stood there with his dick dangling as he took in the details of the race. I spread my thighs to let air on my soaked panties.

Ronnie went over to the fridge and grabbed a beer. He then surveyed the room with his pale green eyes. "Shit," he snorted. "There's no place to fuckin' sit, Joy. What the fuck was goin' through yer bird brain?"

I couldn't speak, I only breathed with my titties rising and falling.

Ronnie walked past the bar, stepped over me and grabbed one of the legs on Harlan's chair. He twisted Harlan's position to face the tee-vee. Ronnie then kicked his pants and underwear off. His flabby, pimpled ass then sat on Harlan's lap.

He snapped his fingers at me and pointed at his cock.

I crawled over to him and he spread his legs for me. I stared up at the marvelous tangles of his overgrown hair. I used a hand to lift his dick up and I laid it across my face. I licked the base of his dick and tongued the ball sac.

Ronnie set his beer can on my forehead and opened it.

My tongue found the sensations of other pussies. The dank sweaty taste of Jana. The pubic hairs of Erica. Even if I couldn't tell who's was who's, it felt good to taste things so dirty and foreign.

"I don't know if you can see, Harlan, but right now your wife is lickin' my balls. It's not bad. I can see she ain't practiced on a set as big as mine. She ever lick yer balls, Harlan?" He turned his head to see my husband from the corner of his eye.

I watched him drink some beer as I pulled a giant testy with my flat lips.

I felt his stiffy raise up from my swollen nose. He was getting hard. I pinched my thighs together on my knees. His piss had mixed with my own pussy juice. I felt my breath leap to a faster place.

"Fuck, Harlan, she's got me hard now. Don't know what to do about that. Guess I'll fuck her. Think I should fuck her?" He grinned down at me. Our eyes locked and he reached my cheek and grabbed it. He shook my face so hard I felt my brain rattle. Then he tossed my head away from his cock and stood up.

"Lookie here," Ronnie bragged at Harlan. He smacked his cock. It swung only a little. "That's what we call in the business a raging fucking hard-on! Brought to you by your lovely wife."

He laughed at Harlan and I felt a rush of pride.

Ronnie's fingers stabbed into my bra strap and he pulled me up by it. He pushed up against Harlan. My pissed-on boobies were right in my husband's nose. I felt him give two rabid tugs on my panties. They tore away and I sighed in anticipation. I felt two his fat, dirty fingers stab into my sopping kitty-cat. I gasped and ground myself against him.

I could hear him chugging his beer down to the last while he fingered me.

His fingers left me and he spanked my ass cheeks.

"No, Joy. I want it dry."

My breath froze in my chest. Since Ronnie had come into my life with the force he had, my insides had creamed just about every minute of every day. The need I felt for him between my legs was always ready for him. 

I didn't know how to reverse my Twinkie's aching need for his Ronnie's Ding-Dong.

He crumpled up his beer can and spiked it on the back of my head.

"Son of a bitch, are you hearing me right now, you dumb fucking cunt!?"

He spanked me again and grabbed my blonde hair. He forced me to look at Harlan. "Dry up, Joy! Make this cum-catcher dry as a fuckin' bone!"

I gritted my teeth and concentrated. I tried to ignore the sweet ache of my cherry blossom. I worked to think of something else. I thought about how Ronnie wanted me to get a job and support him. I didn't much like the idea of a job. I imagined being a waitress or a fast food worker.

But knowing that Ronnie would take my money only kept me excited.

"Lookit Harlan, Joy. Lookim in his stupid fucking face. He looks pissed off right now, but I guaren-damn-tee he's actually fuckin' sad. He's sad, Joy. Betrayed. He's done everything for you and Maggie. He paid for this trailer," he held my eyes centimeters from Harlan's. The pull on my hair was making my eyes wet. "He doesn't know what he did wrong. And he didn't do anything wrong, did he, Joy? His only crime was bein' away when you saw my cock. I mean it's just a cock, Joy. Sure it's big n' shit, but c'mon. Really? Really? Really, Joy? You should feel like shit."

He released my hair and his voice dropped down all low-like.

"You're just mean, Joy. Ungrateful. Pathetic to let your life be told you by another man's cock. I mean yer life has been pretty good you sad slut."

His words were terrible. The idea of cheating on Harlan with a big dick had been such a turn on. I hadn't thought about days like when Maggie came home from being born and Harlan was so happy. I'd stopped thinking about the vacation we couldn't afford and Harlan took us to Disneyland anyway. I let it slip my mind that my wedding was the happiest day of my life.

I remembered him in his little tuxedo, before he gained all the weight.

Pumpkin. That was exactly what I called him from that day on.

I felt a tear in my eye and I cried in front of Harlan. What broke my heart was that I saw he was crying too. His cute, little eyebrows were turned up and his eyes were red. I thought about how good I felt when I hit him and knocked his ass out with the bottle. I hated the memory of it.

My pussy was just a pussy then. It didn't want for anything. I didn't want for anything. To be honest, I thought I might even have to pee. 

My mind entertained the thought of untying Harlan and leaving Ronnie to go talk somewhere. I wondered if he could ever forgive me. I wanted to make him Hamburger Helper.

That's right when I felt the head of Ronnie's cock up against my slammed-shut-slit. My instinct was to leap away from it, but his hand came down on my neck hard. I felt his fingertips press into my neck as behind me as he forced his sausage into my wrapper. My dried up pussy lips yielded to what felt as big as a crabapple.

"Remember when he got you your wedding ring?" he growled at my back. I remembered it when I was told to. I remembered that I found it first and lied about it.

My mouth fell open in front of my husband as Ronnie took me from behind. My breath fell into the rhythm of panic as the socket of his lead pipe slipped right through the opening of my drain. I could feel my lips curl with the pain of it. My wet, nicotine stained breath, assaulted my husband's face.

More of his cock pressed in. My nasty folds accommodated the intrusion and I could feel how hard he was. It was like shoving a baseball bat into the hole of a whoopee cushion.

"Now yer gettin' it, Joy." He jerked my neck back from Harlan's face and he put his breath on my ear. "It's what you wanted. And even better? It's what I wanted."

It felt like I couldn't take any more of his length. My cheeks were full on wet from crying. My mouth was still agape with my breathing as steady as a drunk driver's. That's when he slammed me downward.

I cried out as he got even more of his fuck stick in me.

"Oh shit, Joy... I think that's you gettin' wet," he hissed.

The sensation confused me, because I thought it could just as easily be blood. I felt his hand relax on my neck and I knew he was right. My pussy was resuming hours of operation, even if it was running a little behind. I felt his long john drive backward and it carried my sweet nectar into the open air between my legs.

He slammed into me again and I grunted. The grunt was bereft of guilt. I felt my eyes blink away my sadness. I looked down my nose at Harlan when I slammed myself back on Ronnie's daddy long dick. A twisted smile came together on my face when it occurred to me that I was fucking back.

I felt Ronnie's hands go to the front of my wet tits and he unhooked the cups. His fingers grabbed at my flesh just below the nipples. He squeezed and twisted the my mounds. When he pinched my nipples I cried out in through my smiling lips. I was looking down at my husband's stupid face while I fucked someone he trusted.

I put my hands on Harlan's shoulders to get leverage.

"Heh, Harlan," Ronnie grunted. "Me an Joy were just jokin'. She ain't no piece-a-shit. You are! See? Can you feel her fuckin' me, buddy? Can you see her face? That's the glow of a woman bein' fucked proper. Or are you too stupid to tell the difference?" He laughed. "Listen to it. Hear me fuckin' her shit into soup? It's almost as hot as soup."

Ronnie swatted my ass and my eyes fluttered down at Harlan, "What do you think, Joy?"

"It sounds good," I breathed, making sure Harlan was looking at my mouth wide.

"What sounds good?" He swatted my ass again.

"Everything you said," I gasped.

"Like what, Joy? Say it back to me!"

"I like the... way it feels..." I sighed.

"You like the way it feels? Joy! Jana has more fuckin' imagination than you!"

He slapped my ass again and again. I cried out each time. My eyes were wet from the pain and the glory.

"Feels... like... your dick could... split me... in two!" I gulped and hissed down at Harlan. I felt Ronnie's big hands go to my hips. His fingers dug into my skin like he was palming two basketballs. He wanted me to shout dirty, so I did. "It's makin' me wet. It's makin' me... cream... my pussy... loves it!"

That's when I felt his balls knock into my clit. I shouted in euphoria and I felt my eyes relax into darkness. I wheezed all of the air out of my lungs, kissed the air, and whispered, "holy shit."

There with his balls against me, my orgasm shook out of me and I wetted the root of his tree. He put his hands on both my arms and he bent them behind me. He yanked me toward him. My full tits were proud and in sure view of Harlan's angry eyes. He thrust me again and again, encouraging more come to reward him.

My hairy pie did it for him again; it mashed more of my sweet berry juice all over his sharp hairs and hungry rod. I shook with the truth of it. I could feel his fingers making red marks in my arms as he held me for another series of commanding slams. Gasp upon gasp came from me as opened my eyes to see Harlan again.

His eyes were closed. He didn't want to watch anymore, but that was no damn good to me. I loved it when he could see me. I wanted him to go on seeing me. The bottom of my last climax pooled into a bit of rage.

I jerked my arms in Ronnie's grip.

"Fuck're you doin', girl!?" Ronnie shouted behind me. I gave two more great tugs and brought my hands up to Harlan's innocent face. He didn't know what was coming and I didn't know much about it either.

The palms of my hands slapped both of his fat ugly cheeks and I yelled at him, "Fuck you! Closing your eyes!? Watch me! Watch me come!"

Harlan's eyes opened and I grabbed his hair and pulled him forward.

Behind me, Ronnie spanked my ass twice like he was urging me on like a mare. I moved my sexy face forward and pressed my lips against Harlan's covered mouth. I licked the duct tape and I drooled on his chin. "Smell his piss. Smell his piss on my breath. Can you smell his piss?"

Each syllable betrayed the happiness of another thrust from Ronnie.

Ronnie laughed behind me and I felt him pull his prick out of me. He jerked me off of Harlan and swung me toward the television. My wobbly legs caught up just in time for me to catch the top of it.

"Take a break, Joy! Smoke a cigarette," he grumbled. He didn't look at me. He looked at Harlan. Then he grabbed the toilet brush and held it out to me. "Put this in, but don't fuck it. Don't you dare fuck it."

I was panting. I could feel my tits red from blushing and red from his giant fingers. I hobbled over to the counter and put a cigarette in my mouth. I lit it with my shaking hand and turned to face Ronnie and Harlan.

Ronnie pointed to my hairy red pussy.

I spread my legs and nudged the handle of the toilet brush up and inside of me. It was smaller than Ronnie, but it still felt really nice. I held it there and blew smoke toward my abused tits.

"Here, I thought you should see it," Ronnie declared in front of Harlan and pointed at his thick turkey baster all covered in veins. 

I laughed because Ronnie then put his hands on his waist like Superman or somebody. The laughter broke up my smoke some. 

"Made her come twice just now. Maybe you don't understand the fuckin' significance of that. See. There's comin'. Like normal. Like maybe you did a good job with your little dick. You go to sleep. She goes to sleep. Know what I mean?"

He snorted and rubbed his nose.

"Then there's what I do. See, I don't just make 'em come. I change their fuckin' perspective, dummy." He walked over to me with his cock as hard as ever and not bobbing much at all. "A cunt'll cry when it learns the difference between makin' love, fuckin', and gettin' fucked for real."

I blew smoke toward Harlan, I knew my face betrayed the drunken state I'd got from Ronnie's superior stabber. I stood there smoking while I held the handle in my stretched-out cherry pie.

"She saw me fuckin' Erica once. That's when it happened. When I switched the fuckin' lightbulb on in her little brain. Didn't mean to. Just sorta went over there for sugar or somethin' stupid." He looked at me and I exhaled a long stream of smoke over his sweaty head. "Then I caught her later fuckin' a dammed bottle wishin' it was me!"

He laughed and I smiled.

"Here's somethin' you ain't seen yet, Harlan," he snorted, grabbed the handle out of me, and threw it at Harlan's face. It bounced to the floor. My eyes ripped from the brush and back up to Ronnie.

He gripped my waist and pulled me against him. I couldn't escape such a strong grasp in my wildest dreams. His lips kissed mine. I could taste the beer on his breath. I could taste his last cigarette and he could taste the one I was still smoking.

Our kiss was a wet smack and my eyes closed into it. The power of his arms held me firm and our kiss turned into two. And then three. Even though he'd made me come already, this kissing felt like it could be worse for Harlan. I thought I just might come again because our first kiss was in front of my husband.

I felt glee when I thought of how much more amazing it was that we were kissing right there like that. He lifted my dainty feet from the floor and he kissed and slobbered up my neck.

My hand limply brought the cigarette back up to my neglected lips while he suckled my earlobe. I looked at Harlan as my cigarette crackled. I could barely keep my eyes open from the fun I was feeling.

Without warning, he sucked my nipple into his teeth. He sucked it so hard that its pink end felt as big as a Hot Tamale candy. The power of his sucking throat hot-wired the connection between my tits and pussy. I moaned at let my eyelids drop.

He let me down again and he took my cigarette away.

I reached for the cock. 

He smacked my tit and squeezed it like he was picking meat at the store. 

My eyes were unfocused from the need between my knees.

"Look at her face, Harlan," he grinned. 

Ronnie pinched my cheeks together with one hand and pulled me to my knees in front of him. 

"See them eyes appreciate what I done. She wants to pay it back. See? She's so fucking happy when I'm fuckin' the shit out of her that it's all she thinks about now." His voice sounded wistful and proud. 

I thought he should feel proud.

He looked down at me and offered his hard-on to my mouth. Both of my hands fell on it and I stuck the sticky head in my mouth. My tongue wrapped around it and I leaned forward to touch it to the back of my throat.

It was still hard to breathe through my nose from when Ronnie punched me, but I tried real hard to keep it in as long as I could.

"Lookie here. She's trying to take this fucking thing in her throat now," he then looked at Harlan and spoke in a secretive tone. "It's a lot like tryin' to get a whole sausage down without chewin'. You know, those giant deli sausages, not the ones in the breakfast pack. Hard to do, but not impossible."

He looked back at me. My eyes were rolled up at him. He must've seen the appreciation in my eyes because he smiled. "Let me help you with that, Joy."

Ronnie's hands went into my hair and the familiar sting in my roots told me Daddy was home. I braced myself and relaxed as well as I could, because I knew he was going to fuck my face like he'd done Jana's.

The thought of that creamed my thighs.

My eyes closed like I was going up Splash Mountain.

The taste of his piss and my cum slid over my tongue. The fat head nudged my throat and I felt him give me more. It expanded my throat just a little before he pulled back.

"Mind your teeth now, Joy," he said.

He slammed my face forward and my nose touched his pubic hair. He did it again and again. Once he was happy with my throat's open-mindedness, he went into full on fucking. I could feel his fingertips and the strength of his arms as he held my head still for it.

In and out he fucked my face and I remembered how it had looked with Jana.

I hoped Harlan's view was similar. I opened my eyes to look at my husband. I could see him looking at me from behind Ronnie's flabby ass. I hoped he could see the pure bliss in my eyes as Ronnie used me for his own pleasure.

"That's it! Oh Joy, we're breakin' you in good now! Holy shit! I love your fuckin' face. I fuckin' love your face. I fuckin' love fuckin' your fuckin' face! Pretty brown eyes. Look at me with those brown eyes."

I did like I was told and raised my chin a little.

Spittle dropped down on me. It struck my left eye and it clenched shut.

"Open! Open, Joy! C'mon!" He said. I forced my eye open again and he already had another long drop of spit dangling from his bottom lip. The string of it broke and it splashed my cheek. "Dammit, Joy!"

He threw me off of his cock and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The mix of his pre-cum and my slobber filled my mouth. That spit felt like a bubble around my lips and I sucked it in.

I hit the ground with my legs open to him. He grabbed my ankle and dragged me back in front of the television. 

"Get up! Get up now!" Ronnie's heavy hands swatted my hips and I scrambled to my feet. His hands went right to my tits and shoved my back up to the tee-vee. His strong hands lifted me from under my bruised breasts and he sat me on the television. My legs were open and lazy.




Stay-At-Home-Fuck-Daddy Ch. 02



Ronnie grinned at Harlan over his shoulder, "Lookie here, Harlan, we're on tee-vee!"

He reached between us and aimed his drill back at my press.

"Lookit Harlan when I do it, Joy," he sighed and pushed his pecker forward.

I wanted Harlan to see it on my face when Ronnie entered me again. This time would be different because this time I was dripping wet and wanting it. I hoped Harlan would be able to tell the change in my expression when I went from empty to full.

I felt it on my face as my expression softened. My eyes blinked themselves to half-opened. My brown eyes watched Harlan and my lips made an 'o' as Ronnie filled me.

"Tell him how good it is," Ronnie ordered.

"It's so good," I said right away. There was no hesitation on my part. Any feelings for Harlan were being fucked away right in front of him. "It's so big."

"Tell him what's gonna happen," Ronnie said, fucking me so hard the tee-vee was shaking.

"You're gonna make me... pregnant..." I hissed. "...your fucking me so deep, it's right... up... in my... belly!"

"Are you sure?"

"Oh my god yes!" I panted. "You... wouldn't... fuck me unless... I could do that... do that for... you!"

I stared at Harlan as Ronnie plowed me with his thick length all covered in veins.

"I want to expand your... fam...i...ly... I want to be fat and round. I want you to drink milk from my tits... oh!"

"What about Harlan?" Ronnie grinned down at me.

I laughed. The sound was one part belly laugh and two parts sexual energy. "No! I want... your baby... I want it to be yours..."

"Make it a girl, Joy?"

"Anything... pumpkin," I panted at him and then narrowed my eyes at Harlan. His nickname had been reassigned. And that was on accident. Some shit just couldn't be helped and I loved that. That one saying that goes "everything happens for a reason" came to mind.

My eyes went back to Ronnie's and I brought both of my shaking hands up to his cheeks. I stretched my neck up and I slobbered a kiss on his chin. I saw Ronnie start closing his eyes, so I slammed mine shut too.

We kissed again. But this kiss felt more like we were alone. More like I was special. His sick tongue pushed into my mouth and I sucked it in like a tiny cock. The breathing through his nose sounded like an angry bull. He broke away from me and we locked eyes.

"I want a girl," I gasped. "I want... it... to be... a girl... for you..."

Ronnie started to grunt in time with his thrusts. The guttural shouts sounded like he was lifting something heavy. I could tell he was actually holding something heavy back. With each repeat, he sounded more labored and I knew I was about to get his cum. And I couldn't wait for it. 

"I'm gonna come, girl!" Ronnie grunted.

"Do it!" I panted up at him and I narrowed my eyes at the thought of it. My fingers clenched his big arm muscles and I humped back as much as I could.

He howled tipped his head back.

My head mirrored his position and I cooed in the air. I felt his giant sword burst in my willing sheath. The tension of his blood filled veins relaxing and tensing up with each glorious hiccup sent me over the edge of my own orgasm. I gritted my teeth up at him, salivating for his seed, hungry for his fulfillment.

Ronnie's fat lips went to my neck and he sucked the flesh into his teeth. I cried out. His hands held my ass cheeks like he was going to pull them apart.

I groaned as wad after wad of his sticky seed shot up the net of the nookie he so rightly owned. His hands locked under my ass and he jerked me down on him to make sure each shot counted. I felt the flood of his heat as his cock added log upon log to my burning fireplace.

His hand shot up to my neck and he gripped it so hard I thought he'd pop it right off. His pale green eyes were as hard as his handle on me. I couldn't breathe as he held me like that. With each spray he put in me, his grip got tighter and tighter on my throat.

I would have been fine with dying.

My legs went around his ass to hold him.

Ronnie shook his ass right then and bounced my legs away. He then slipped the torpedo out of my tube. He turned toward Harlan and tossed me at the same time.

I spiraled into Harlan and Ronnie caught my arm.

"Anything you wanna say to him, Joy?" Ronnie asked.

I stared at my husband gagged and taped up. I stared at his fat sweaty face and his stupid short hair. His eyes pleaded with me. He looked so hurt. If he was one of them cry baby men, I could tell he'd be crying right then.

My breath still quaked from Ronnie and me's orgasm as I surveyed Harlan. I could feel his warmth still in my pussy. I could feel it on my thigh.

I wiped Ronnie's dribble off my leg and smeared it on Harlan's forehead. I felt rage at him. I had no idea where it was coming from. I smacked him upside the head. I smacked him again and again with the palms of my hands. And then I spit on him.

Ronnie pulled me away and shoved me toward the kitchen.

"Get me a beer, bitch!" He shouted.

I couldn't wait to serve him. I went for the fridge and saw Ronnie lower Harlan to put his back on the floor. The legs faced the tee-vee.

Ronnie spread his thighs and straddled Harlan's head. He laid his fat limp cock over my husband's face. I could see it was bigger than my husband's face, even limp like it was.

I handed him his beer. He opened it on the floor.

"Feel how heavy this thing is?" Ronnie said down to Harlan. "It's fucking huge and it's heavy. It's heavy, Harlan and it wrecks things."

He snapped his fingers at me and I squatted next to him. He shoved me forward and I fell over Harlan's legs. Bent like I was, my cherry pie was exposed to both men. Ronnie jammed his thumb in it.

I moaned and pushed against it.

That his touch made me feel so good didn't matter to Ronnie right then. Right then, he was explaining things to Harlan.

"I'm not just talking about wrecking this pretty bitch's cake here. I'm talking about your fucking life," Ronnie sipped his beer and looked down at Harlan's face. "Lots of fellas might wanna get violent. Try n' beat me or maybe her too. Might even wanna kill. If you're like that Harlan, there's only one thing me n' Joy can do about it."

When he spoke my name like it was us together, I writhed my appreciation on his thumb. I raised my pussy up and down on his thumb, dragging every centimeter of my red lips on it.

"See. She's gettin' knocked up by me. That's just what's up," Ronnie spoke matter of fact. And the words made me even wetter for him. "And I'm sure you know that sometimes these things take time. Sometimes these things take multiple tries. So me n' Joy are gonna go on fuckin' in front of you for a while. We're gonna fuck so much that you'll get all, ya know... desensitized n' shit. Like all that pissed off shit you're thinkin' right now? It'll just go away. Your feelins'll be as little as your penis."

Ronnie took his thumb out of me and moved his dick around Harlan's face.

"Get used to how Joy n' me smell, cause this whole place'll smell like it. Get used to her laughin' at you. Get used to how she's mine now," his voice was like a good wine to my ears. "Show 'im, Joy. Show 'im how you're mine."

I loved that he told me to demonstrate it. I wanted to fuck all over just like Ronnie said. I wanted all the things he told Harlan. I couldn't wait to laugh at my husband. Together, the way Ronnie told it, we would just drive him away so sad that he'd never hurt anybody. To make sure, we had to go on hurting him, just like Ronnie planned.

My coochie, so delicious and full, came up with another kind of tingle. I knew what I wanted to do for Ronnie. With a tremble, I let my own pee fall out and I wetted my husband like Ronnie had. I went to the bathroom right there on my husband.

Ronnie stood up. "There she goes, Harlan. Pissin' on you. Pissin' on you like I did. Maybe you'll just be our bathroom for awhile, huh, big guy?"

I sighed at the thought of it. The joy of using Harlan like a toilet made my heart skip a beat. I couldn't wait to hurt him more.

Once I was done peeing, Ronnie slapped my ass so hard I knew it left finger marks. I hissed at the sting and my knees went weaker than all get out. His fingers went around my thighs and he yanked me forward. I thought I was getting fucked again for sure, but Ronnie didn't want to just then.

He touched the fat mushroom of his big dick to my quaking fault line. I groaned at the touch as he mashed it up against my lips down there. I could tell it wasn't hard; he just wanted me to feel it some more.

He took it away then and stood up. 

I looked up at him with my bra twisted all around my ribs. My sweet titties sat on Harlan's belly as I straddled him there on the floor.

"Joy, go on and drag Harlan back to our room. Park him there," he said and snorted snot in his nose. "Make sure he's got a good view."

I got up and worked on pulling Harlan right side up. I couldn't budge him like that. He was too big and too fat and too stupid. The more I tried to move him, the more afraid I got that Ronnie was going to get upset.

"Settle down, Joy," Ronnie beamed and slurped some beer. "Just drag him in that way. We can tip him up later."

I smiled at Ronnie and wrapped my fingers around one of the chair legs. With a tug, I moved Harlan to the hallway. I yanked and pulled my husband all down the linoleum floor all the way to the room with our marriage bed.

My arms got weak from all the effort and I think I got strength from Ronnie's seed all up in me. I was all kinds of wet from the pee, his thumb, and the head of his dick. My sweet cockwashed donut had me thinking like an animal.

I just wanted it rubbed some more. I wanted it fingered and plowed. The ache inside me had given up on satisfaction.

There in the room, I lowered myself on Harlan's nose. I smeared my adulterous petals all up and down where he took his air. A wonderful and wicked thought told me Harlan just might be better off suffocated by my used up pussy.

I panted without shame as I continued to thrust against the nub of his face.

"Fuck are you doin', Joy!?" Ronnie shouted through the opened door. I looked up at him with my face flushed. I felt my big brown eyes plead up at him for another sweet climax as I writhed on Harlan's face.

"You're like a fuckin' dog! A fuckin' bitch dog!" He yelled.

Ronnie yanked me up by the arm and slapped me across the face.

"You think you get to come without me!? Those days are over!" He shouted hard at my ear and I felt spit land where his hand had stung me. He flung me at the bed and stepped over Harlan. He was after me with his hard fucker in his hand.

I put myself up on my elbows and spread my legs for him.

He used his knees to swing my legs wider while they hung off the bed.

"Put a pillow over yer face, you dumb slut!" He hollered.

I had the pillow over my face in a second flat.

"Don't you dare fuckin' peek," Ronnie grunted. I could hear him beating off his meat. "Spread the garage for me, Joy... show me where it's pinkest."

I reached between my legs and held my wet pussy open. 

Ronnie made a noise like a garage-opener.

I could feel my womb was open like a balloon, craving to be all filled up. I sighed at the touch of my fingers. The only sound in the room was Ronnie's heavy sex-breath and the constant slap of his man meat.

"I wish Maggie was here... I really wanna fuck her, Joy. Your daughter. My girlfriend..." He hissed while he jacked it between my thighs. "I wanna stick this right up her pregnant baby maker... I wanna bounce that round belly in my hands and suck milk off her big fat tits... oh Joy, she's got the biggest, sweetest nipples... not little stupid Tic-Tacs like you... fat, dark red... and white when I suck 'em..."

My breath was drunk and out of control while he talked over me. I loved Ronnie using me like a magazine. It was like he was young and just getting into sex. I was something he stole cause he'd just figured out how to get off.

"Cover up your tits, now, Joy! I don't wanna look at those little fuckin' things!" Ronnie growled. I reached up for another pillow and set it on my chest. I went back to holding my flower open. The sweaty, wet sound of Ronnie jacking off was making me hotter with every pull.

"Where's Maggie at, Joy!? I wanna put it in her after... I done put it in you," his breathing matched the speed he was yanking himself off with. "I've got two hands on it, Joy... don't it just make you wet thinkin' about it? Too bad you thought it was... cool to rub it yourself... think Maggie rubs herself? What makes you think I want bitches gettin' themselves off!?"

He knocked the pillow away from my tits right then like it was a punctuation mark. I felt that same hand grab my tit and shove its flesh at the nipple. The grip relaxed and re-asserted itself. It was like he wanted to move my titty to be on my shoulder. The pain of the shoves made me groan with hunger. When it couldn't be forced up high enough, he slapped it. 

He switched attention to the other breast and I panted into my pillow.

That's when I felt his hot can of Silly String shoot up my thighs. He aimed it on my thick red pubes. If any hit my pussy spot on, it was hard for me to tell.

"Scoop it in your pussy, Joy," he grumbled. "Keep your snaggle-face covered up."

I did like I was told. My fingers sought all evidence of his baby goo and I gathered its strings. I spread myself wide and stabbed anything I could find into my stretched pussy.

"Christ, you can't tell where it is!" Ronnie shouted and I felt his fingers swipe at my legs. With one hand, he gripped my pussy like a bowling ball to hold me open. His other fingers stabbed in and out of me like he was stuffing a turkey.

The doorbell rang.

"Stay here and stay covered up you piece o' shit!" Ronnie said and his fingers stopped everything below. I heard him stomp out of the bedroom.

As I breathed into the pillow, I could hear Harlan's breath struggling. It sounded so sad and pathetic. I didn't want to look at him. I was content under my pillow with my boobs battered and my legs spread.

Ronnie shouted in the front room at someone. It sounded like it was Jana he was talking to.

"Know what a fluffer is!?" I heard Ronnie's voice bounces up the walls of the trailer. "The girl that gets a dick hard in a porno. Fluff me, girl. I'm gonna go back and fuck Joy some more."

I sighed in the pillow and felt my dampness return. I gripped the pillow with both hands and promised myself not to touch it. I knew it wasn't allowed anymore. I wasn't fucking stupid.

"Yeah, I'm fuckin' Joy now. She's gonna have my baby, just like you. Just like Evie will one day. Know what else? One day I just might make a baby with your baby, bitch..." I could hear him huffing some now. "I'll be all old and shit... putting it right in her poochie. After you tell her to let me do it... better have a fucking girl, bitch. You go to sleep at night wishing for a girl. You wake up in the morning, the first thing you better fucking think is 'I want Ronnie to have a girl.'"

If Jana couldn't do it, I hoped I could give Ronnie a girl.

He laughed and I heard the voice in the next room cry out.

"Come back here, I want you to see somethin'."

I heard Ronnie and the feet of someone else coming up the hallway. My breath pulled in tight in my chest and I waited behind the pillow.

"Look at this!" Ronnie said. "Joy, take the pillow off!"

I was right. It was Jana he was with. My eyes went to Ronnie's hard cock as the two of them looked at Harlan.

"Funny, huh?" Ronnie asked and slapped Jana's tit.

"You're just leavin' 'im on the floor like that?" Jana asked.

"You're right! He can't see too well from there. Help me lift him up, fatso." Ronnie blurted and the two of them tipped Harlan up to face the bed. 

With his hard cock right up against her ass, he lifted her white t-shirt up over her belly. "Lookie here, Harlan. This is what I'm gonna do to Joy."

I rubbed my knees together and sat up.

Ronnie sat on the bed and turned Jana to face him. Her black-penciled eyes blinked at me from behind her jet-black bangs. Ronnie smacked her ass.

"Straddle me, you cow. Put them big titties where I can suck 'em!"

Jana did as she was told. Ronnie lifted her shirt and popped her globes out of each bra cup. He stuck his nose up against her chest and kneaded both titties. When he started sucking, it was the only sound in the world.

Jana sighed and leaned her head back. She stroked the back of Ronnie's head with affection and the sucking sound increased in volume.

"Don't leave marks on me," Jana whispered.

Ronnie pushed her off of his lap and she fell back off the bed. The pregnant neighbor smacked into Harlan's knee with her head and she cried out.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Ronnie stood up and pointed at her. Jana rubbed the back of her head and looked up with Ronnie with sadness.

He hefted her up by her skinny arm and slammed her boobs into his still-hard-hot-rod. 

"Put some on it!" Ronnie demanded.

Jana looked up at Ronnie and he shook her with outrage.

"Do it! It ain't for you this time, it's for Joy!"

I heard Jana swallow and she reached toward her big titty. She pinched her nipple between two fingers and gave a tug. She pulled on it a little more.

"Hurry up, Jana, shit!" Ronnie bellowed.

"I need both hands!" Jana shouted.

Her arm was thrown down from Ronnie's grip. And Ronnie used that hand to rub my calf. I was grateful for the touch and I didn't mind smiling at Harlan when it happened.

Jana used both hands to pinch droplets of milk from her nipple. The drips landed on Ronnie's waiting cock. Jana grunted with the effort as she squeezed a little more out.

"That's all you got!?" Ronnie shook his head and pulled it away from her.

Ronnie hacked a lugie into his open hand and rubbed it over Jana's baby-milk on his blue-veined stiffy. He furiously rubbed the mixture over it and smeared the head especially.

"Go on and get out of here, Jana, you stupid fuckin' piece o' shit!" Ronnie gritted his teeth and turned to face me. He threw my ankles apart and crawled onto the bed. He still gripped his snot-covered cock. What snot was still on his hand he wiped on my thigh before getting down to business.

My arms went around Ronnie as he entered me. My jaw dropped open and I blinked at Jana. A perverted smile slipped over my lips and I raised my eyebrows impatiently. I didn't know why Jana hadn't left yet and thought she should move along.

"I just don't want Tom to see marks, that's all," Jana offered.

He touched me just as deep as ever and spoke to Jana over his shoulder, "that's not my problem! You figure it out! If something's fucked up, just figure it out! I fuck the dumbest people in the world! Ain't that right, Joy!?"

I nodded with my eyes closed and my legs went around his hairy ass. The mess of piss, cum, me and Jana's drool, and Ronnie's snot was all a welcome jumble of hot fuss rocking my insides as we fucked.

"See!? Joy figures shit out! I tell her to do somethin', Joy does it!"

As he leaned over me, he put both hands on my tits and used them for balance. He crushed all of the air out of my lungs and I looked at him with all of my cock-fulfilled-happiness.

"Check it out, Jana!" He shouted and lifted one hand to slap me. He slapped me so hard that I saw the closet. Then he slapped me the other way and I saw the dresser. He slapped me four times like that and with each sting from his beautiful palms, my hips fucked him harder.

"Joy don't worry about marks!" He pulled his cock out of me. Ronnie gripped my thighs and rolled me up against the headboard. My legs were twisted, my pussy was wide and inviting. I kissed the wall.




Stay-At-Home-Fuck-Daddy Ch. 02



"Look at that pussy, Jana. You almost wanna kiss it it's so nice." He then barked over at Harlan. "You kiss pussies, Harlan? I don't. Never got the taste for it. And fuck, it's not like I have to."

Without warning, he charged up the bed and took me from behind. He slammed his dick back into me so hard that my forehead cracked the wall above the headboard. I cried out so loud that half the trailer park must have known some white girl was getting fucked.

I looked over my shoulder and could see Jana's hand down her own pants as she watched us. I sucked my bottom lip in and gave Jana my most matter-of-fact expression. I wanted her jealous. I wanted her hurt.

She wanted it too because I could see her moving her hand faster.

Ronnie looked to and snapped his fingers at her.

"Goddammit, Jana! Get your hand outta your pants and go the fuck home!" Jana whipped her hand out of her pants.

"Fuck me later?" Jana tried to be light.

"No!" Ronnie shouted at her. He pinched his nose and closed his eyes. It was like Joy was giving him a real big headache. "Not for awhile. I gotta fuck Joy and get her pregnant first! Could take all weekend."

As his colossal monster sawed in and out of me, I groaned at the thought. I was so ecstatic to have Ronnie for the weekend that my eyes closed. Gasp after gasp escaped my chest as Ronnie fucked me from behind.

Jana sighed, "can I bum a cigarette then?"

"On the fucking counter!" Ronnie hollered. "By the front fucking door!"

Jana finally hobbled her pregnant ass out of the room. I felt a little sad that she didn't stay to watch Ronnie make me come. I was also glad it was just me, Ronnie, and Harlan again.

"All work and no play, huh, Harlan?" Ronnie complained while he slammed me into the headboard. "Fucking bitches!" He swung his hand on my ass again and I hissed through my teeth. The sound of the spank was wet with our sweat.

I felt my coming climax tie a little knot in the pit of my womb. With each thrust, the knot got tighter and tighter. I panted while Ronnie packed the knot. I pushed back against him because I knew he was about to punch through the knot. I could feel that packed-knot was about to be destroyed.

Inside the knot, I felt a 40's amount of pussy juice waiting for a chance to burst.

That's when he yanked my hair. He yanked my head back so hard that some strands must've come off in his fingers. The shout of praise I gave encouraged him to slam me even harder.

I could hear his voice growl as he held back his own climax. With each thrust, he sounded more and more like an animal. I howled and gave into my packed little bow.

He slammed into me and we came at the same time.

His teeth slammed into my shoulder. Ronnie bit into my flesh and sucked his lips against me.

The strings of his generous load replaced the pulverized knot he'd built in me. I felt it hot and so deep inside of me that I had to groan. The warmth of his flood was so welcome and there was so much of it that I sighed.

My own juices had burst over him. My still quivering quim smeared my mark all up and down his matted fuzzy bush. My flooding tunnel tried like hell to drown his train as I shook and shook.

The whole while he kept gnawing on me like a goat might a can. He was grinding his teeth in my flesh. It felt so painful that my climax came with tears too.

Falling into each other there on the bed, I felt his chest rise and fall at the same rate as mine. I wondered if breathing the same meant we were thinking the same. I liked the idea of thinking like Ronnie. I wanted to take what I wanted like Ronnie. I wanted to slap the shit out of people like Ronnie could.

Ronnie slapped my shoulder where he bit it.

"Oh, fuck, Joy! Did I leave a mark!?" He snorted and lifted his dick out of my willing well.

I welcomed the sting of his slap. He threw me onto my back so I could see Harlan. But I also saw someone else.

Maggie was at the door with tears on her face.

"Oh my god, you did it," she sniffled. "You did it in front of him."

She tore her eyes from both of us and looked at Harlan. Her big pregnant belly and titties heaved with her weeping breath.

"Fuck yeah, we did," Ronnie said with a chuckle. He winked at me. 

My heart did a somersault.

Ronnie scooted forward and pulled Maggie's limp arm toward the bed.

"It's okay, hon," he said in a croon. "Yer still number one."

He put her hand on his limp cock. He started to work her hand against the skin of it. I averted my eyes when my daughter wrapped her fingers around it.

"I'm so sorry, daddy," Maggie whispered and she sat on the bed.

Ronnie stood up and rubbed his heavy cock around her breasts.

"I thought you were just fuckin' me for now," I blurted at Ronnie.

"Shut the fuck up, Joy, and have some respect!" He bit off at me. "In fact, get the fuck out of here!"

I shot to my feet and past him and my daughter.

The last thing I saw was Ronnie popping Maggie's tits out of her shirt. She was stroking Ronnie's cock to erection.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she wept. "I'm so, so sorry..."

She turned the cock to her open mouth and I closed the door.

I went to the living room and got myself a cigarette.

I couldn't believe Maggie's attitude. She thought she was high and mighty maybe. She seemed to operate from a place I couldn't see at all. She understood what it meant to be with Ronnie.

How could the little bitch feel sorry for Harlan?

He was just some plain and simple asshole with a dick too small to tie anything together.

I blew smoke and opened a beer.

I just hoped the two of them would finish their business so that Ronnie could get back to what he promised me. He'd promised to fuck me and only me all weekend. We had a chore in front of us. We had to get me pregnant. We had to make me official.

I sighed smoke at my beer can and saw something new in the living room.

I walked around the counter and crouched next to it.

It was obvious now why Jana had come by. She'd done something Ronnie asked. She stole her husband's expensive sniper gun and had brought it to Ronnie. I was pretty sure I was higher on Ronnie's list of gals than she was. Maggie seemed to be higher though.

I thought back to when Tom had assembled it in front of me. I wondered if I could remember how to do it. If I could remember how to do it, I wouldn't have to put up with Maggie's shit. Just blow away my daughter's stupid sad face.

Harlan certainly wouldn't be a problem. 

I thought, maybe, that I didn't have to stop there. I could take care of everyone. Maybe. Erica. Jana. Erica's daughter Evie. Evie's bitch friend who I hated.

Maybe everyone.

I ashed my cigarette there on the floor and drank down some more beer.

I picked up Dan's shirt and held it over my face. My sense of smell was coming back better. I used the shirt to rub my red cheeks and I wondered if I had any new bruises to look forward to. I hoped to have lots of new marks authored by my new man.

I wondered if Ronnie could come fuck me in jail, because with each sip, the idea of having him to myself started to feel more and more reasonable. Like it made all the sense in the world.

They probably wouldn't let me and Ronnie fuck in jail though. There'd be some weird bureaucratic excuse or some crazy paperwork for sure. Rules and more rules and just for fun probably some extra rules sprinkled on top of such matters. 

It would be hard to get away with something like murder.

That would mean that I couldn't be stupid about it.



Stay-At-Home-Fuck-Daddy Ch. 03



Author's Note:

This is the third chapter of a longer story. It contains violence, cigarette smoking, nudity, sexual content, and graphic language. 

It has been tagged with the words "puke", "violence", "cuckhold" and the phrase "small penis humiliation."

Reader discretion is advised.

ab&

I burped up the taste of my chicken potpie. The chef made it for me earlier cause he felt bad about me not having dinner. Ronnie forgot to give me allowance that day before I went to work.

My side work was all done, so the only thing left was collecting on Tom's check before he went out the door.

He was a regular.

Usually him and his wife Jana would come in, but this night he came in by himself.

Ronnie was still fucking Jana, but Tom didn't know that.

As far as he knew, Jana fucked him and only him. He was also in the dark about me fucking anybody else but my husband Harlan. 

Harlan had been nothing but a big old mope for the last two months. When Ronnie kicked him out of the master bedroom so he could move in there with Maggie, he didn't do nothing but pout really.

He wasn't the man of our house.

I was in Maggie's old room, but I slept alone in there. I still got jealous when I could hear Ronnie fuck my daughter in my old marriage bed, but I kept quiet. I kept quiet cause I knew when Maggie was asleep, Ronnie'd kick my door open and thrust his thick tonsil stretcher right into my sleeping face. Plus I knew that once my worship got it hard, he'd put it right inside my tight little bank to leave deposit after deposit. We were going to make a baby together.

I liked crying out to haunt Harlan on the couch out front. I hoped one day I'd come out my room all bow-legged and find he'd packed up and moved out. That day hadn't happened yet.

Harlan was a big old loaf at home when he came in from outside anymore. Most days he just laid on the couch all numb and watching TEEVEE. Sometimes him and Maggie would laugh about something, but I could still see he was sad about me fucking Ronnie.

Ronnie told me once or twice that Harlan should get over it and move out. Harlan's excuse was that there was nowhere he could go. Sometimes to drive Harlan out, Ronnie would fuck me in front of him.

That usually worked. He'd leave and slam the screendoor.

Ever since it was clear that Ronnie was the man of the house, I didn't wear pants all that much. Anytime Ronnie snapped his fingers, I was on my knees sucking his monstrous dick or taking it from behind. All the time, I made sure to make eye contact with Harlan when I moaned or I made a big deal about Ronnie being my 'pumpkin.' 

Our fucking all the time must have broke something in my husband. I say that since there were times where Ronnie'd be fucking my mouth by the TEEVEE and Harlan would do something like make a sandwich. Ronnie'd be fucking me on the couch and Harlan would run around with a fly swatter. 

I always found that sort of coo-coo. Stupid Harlan.

"Can I get you anything else?" I asked Tom, anxious to set his bill down.

Tom looked up at me from behind his gray locks. Sitting there in his lumberjack shirt, I knew he was checking me out. I didn't mind that other people found me attractive. I just thought it was funny that some folks thought they could take the place of someone like Ronnie.

I wasn't a lot to look at with my blonde hair pinned up and no make-up on my brown eyes.

"You all alone here tonight?" He asked me.

"Yeah. Closing this up all by my lonesome tonight," I smiled flirtatious-like. Tom wasn't a real good tipper, but I wondered if I flirted if he just might not be a little more generous. Especially since his wife wasn't around.

"Well," Tom sighed. "I don't want to keep you."

I set his check down.

I always walk away when I lay down a check. There's just something weird about standing around and waiting to get paid. So I turned away and walked down the length of the diner's bar.

That's when I saw Ronnie at the door.

I wasn't expecting to see him at my workplace, but I was quick to open the door for him.

"What's up?" I asked him.

"Lock the door," Ronnie blurted. "I'll tell you in a second."

Ronnie walked clear back to Tom's table in the time it took me to lock the entrance. He sat at Tom's table and held his hand out for a shake. They went right into speaking to each other so I lit a cigarette and went behind the bar to find an ashtray.

I tried real hard to ignore the hushed tones that went back and forth over there, but the crackle of my cigarette was louder. Tom hadn't finished his burger and fries. The food had just gotten cold over time.

"Joy! Why'n't you come on over here with us?" Ronnie shouted at me.

I hurried down the length of the bar and back up to the table they were sitting at.

"Joy?" Ronnie said when I arrived. His voice made me aware of my own physical appearance. My uniform was barely flattering and a little bit stained. "I know you didn't just get over here without bringin' me a beer."

I smiled and realized it was true. I really was an airhead sometimes. I did an about face and went back around the bar to get Ronnie a cold one. I made sure I got him a frozen glass too, because I thought maybe it would make up for me being such an idiot. The whole time I was rushing it back, I was careful that it didn't get shook up too much.

I handed him his beer and set the glass down.

"What the fuck is that?" Ronnie asked and indicated the glass.

"I thought cause you're out-to-eat, maybe the beer could be special is all."

Ronnie rubbed his unshaven jaw and considered what I said. I couldn't tell behind his green eyes if he thought my idea was stupid or just the opposite.

"That's good, Joy. Real good," Ronnie said and he cracked his can open. I felt a sigh of relief when he handed it to me to pour in the glass. I was careful to pour real slow so there'd be no big foaming head on his drink. Then I set it down.

"Joy, tell Tom here your name's fuckin' Jana," Ronnie said and he took a Freedom Fry right off of Tom's plate. Then I watched Ronnie drink all of his beer down.

I didn't understand the request, but I never questioned Ronnie. Like any request my lover made of me, it got me wet right away. The tingle started when he told me to lock the door. This new instruction made me part my thighs some.

"My name's Jana," I said down to Tom and blew smoke at the tabletop.

Tom looked up at me with a red face.

"Well go on then, Tom," Ronnie said with his teeth covered in ketchup. "Get up and slap her like she's Jana."

Ronnie sounded outraged, but controlled. His voice quaked some like he was holding back a levy.

"She told you?" Tom glowered at Ronnie.

"Yeah," Ronnie laughed. "Yeah she told me you slapped her. Told me you shoved her to the ground. All that shit. All that shit you did, Tom, and she's pregnant."

I hated hearing the reminder. It seemed every girl I knew was carrying Ronnie's child to term, but I hadn't been able to get knocked up yet. I was starting to think there was something wrong with me that I couldn't make a baby. I was scared Ronnie was thinking it too.

"She pawned my sniper rifle," Tom said in his defense.

Both me and Ronnie knew that wasn't true. Something about Ronnie's face told me that Tom was about to learn a hard truth.

"Joy? Got my money?" Ronnie asked and the smoke on my breath shook out. I loved paying Ronnie. I'd given him every dime from both my jobs. I never kept anything for myself. If I fucked him good, he'd pay me like a whore from my own bank.

I grabbed all of my tips out of my apron and held the cash out for him.

Ronnie stood up in that instant and snatched the money from my hand.

"Say you're Jana again," Ronnie said.

"I'm Jana," I said to Ronnie.

Ronnie snorted a laugh and looked at Tom. "I know it's Joy you're seeing here, Tom, but you got to imagine it's Jana, your pregnant wife, for this to work." 

Still looking at Tom, he reached over and grabbed another morsel from his plate. Then, as he chewed, he asked: "Jana, did you pawn Tom's sniper rifle?"

"No," I said, my brown-eyes devouring Ronnie's pudgy form. My heart pounded with a need that only my pussy getting stabbed would fulfill. "I didn't. I gave it to you, Ronnie."

"Show Tom why, Jana. Show him how we start," with that he yanked me toward him and slammed my lips into his ear. My open thighs writhed on his leg and my teeth took in his earlobe. I held my hand away while my cigarette continued to burn, but it was nowhere near hotter than my home slice.

With his free hand, Ronnie grabbed a handful of my hair to force my face in front of his. He thrust his tongue straight into my open mouth while he still glowered at Tom. With my eyes closed, I could feel the power in his arms and his grip. I sucked on his tongue with my smoke-stained-chicken-potpie breath. I just got weak like I'd been doing since we first started doing it.

His eyes could have shot bullets straight through Tom when he spoke next. Next, Ronnie said: "Jana, undo my fucking pants."

"Wait just a fuckin' minute," Tom said. He said some other bullshit, probably something real pussy-like, but I didn't really hear it all. When people like Tom or my husband got all high and mighty, I just tuned out and went for Ronnie's thick silken drooler. It just usually made more sense than Jesus-Christ-you're-sick this or You're-Going-To-Hell that.

The cigarette in my hand fell out my fingers. My hands moved all quick down to his NASCAR belt buckle. It was like I was one of them puppets on strings. I slipped his belt buckle open and popped his pants open.

"Show it to Tom, Jana," Ronnie breathed, still staring at Tom.

It took some tugging, but I pulled out Ronnie's juicy fruit for Tom to see. His pubic hair was the same familiar patch that my fingers loved to comb through. The ramrod itself wasn't all the way hard yet, just heavy duty in my dainty hand.

I doubted Tom saw the beauty of it, really I did.

"Suck it, Jana," Ronnie commanded.

The shudder between my legs just kept collapsing itself down my thighs, knees, and ankles. I fell to my knees down in front. He did nothing to assist the blowjob I was about to give over. I liked it when it was up to me to do all the services for his Mighty Mouse.

I heard Tom protest again, "So you're bangin' Joy then!?"

"Not right now," Ronnie chuckled. "Once I'm hard, I will. But I'll be calling her Jana!"

I guided the tip to my mouth. I set its fleshy tip right on my tongue. I could taste another pussy for sure. I knew it wasn't mine cause I'd worked a double. I wrapped my lips around it and I felt my eyes flutter shut with the taste of its filthy history. My man had probably fucked Erica that day.

She was about to come off the bench since little Eddie was born.

Ronnie saw Erica the day she gave birth and he fucked her right then before her husband showed up. The way she told it to me was that her pussy needed some kind of break, but Ronnie didn't really care. He wanted to celebrate his son with her by getting her knocked up again right away.

She told me the doctors said her baby factory needed a break. Ronnie respected those instructions, but let her know he'd be coming back to shoot his Elmer's Glue right up her orange cap again as soon as it was allowed.

Above me I could hear Ronnie counting his money with both hands. He licked his fingers while he counted the ones and the fives. When he got down to business like that, my hot chicken bucket made my panties extra sticky.

With my eyes closed, I heard Tom shove off from the table. I guess he wanted to leave instead of watch me get fucked by a huge dick. I had no idea why a man wouldn't want to stick around and see if he could learn a thing or two.

"Tom," Ronnie shouted after him. "If you're lookin' for Jana, she ain't home no more."

I reveled in what must have been Tom's view from the front door. He must've been looking straight back at Ronnie facing him with my head moving up and down. I made extra wet swallowing sounds, just to hit the point home. I loved that Ronnie was telling Tom about Jana and that he was using me to do it.

"Where the fuck is she?" Tom hollered.

"Sucking my dick!" Ronnie laughed. "Ha! Just kiddin', Tom, but she was earlier."

"Shut up!"

The length of Ronnie's fat girder was hard like steel now. My lips slobbered without shame over the rich veins that brimmed to the top with his arousal. The texture of molten silk slipped against my hungry tongue.

I knew Ronnie must've pocketed his money because both hands went to the back of my head. When he touched me like that, there was never affection. He never touched me like my pansy husband. He touched me for real.

"Imagine Jana's fat, pregnant ass on her knees like this," Ronnie hissed. "Check out how my fingers grab onto her black hair like handles. Like fuck handles." 

I felt his fingers grip my blonde tangles with a pain I'd grown familiar with. That meant he was going to fuck his way into my throat, like always. Like I wanted. So I relaxed my jaw for him and raised myself up some for the impending truth. My hands went straight back to his full ass.

My big boy didn't disappoint me either. His fuck stick slammed its way back. My gag-reflex was music to my ears. The sick mixed flavors of piss, stale girl cum, and nasty sweat pushed back my taste buds as he rammed me forward.

"Hey, Tom, remember when sex with your wife changed up? When she started lyin' there instead of taking charge? When she started doin' you like you were some sorta chore? Like seven or eight months ago?" Ronnie chimed every syllable. Then he pretended to act stupid so his next words would be more dramatic. He was always cute when he acted stupid. Usually he did it because I'd done something retarded, but this time he did it for Tom. "Wait a minute... that means it might not be your baby, huh?"

I opened my eyes then, cause Ronnie's hands left my hair. With my lips still stretched around his pounding pussy pleaser, I looked up to see Tom go to punch Ronnie. When he swung, Ronnie blocked it with his arm and laughed. 

I bobbed my head back some and moved forward, still pulling his silky flesh with my tongue and lips. Ronnie's helmet popped out of my throat and I dropped down to tongue the head some. I put my hand on his hard on and held it high so I could lick it while Ronnie laughed.

I watched as Tom swung with his fist again. Ronnie knocked the punch back again, but he didn't see the fool's other hand smash the back of his head. With the smash came Tom's angry grip and he jerked Ronnie's head back.

I let go of Ronnie's cock when he pushed me away from it. I fell back onto my elbows, letting drool fly from my mouth to join the condiment stains on my outfit.

From here, I watched Ronnie backhand Tom. Tom didn't let go of Ronnie. With force that always made me wetter than a waterfall, I watched Ronnie slam his open hand into Tom's groin.

Tom let go of Ronnie.

Ronnie turned and gripped Tom's neck. That's when he forced Tom down to his own cock-level.

"Can you blame her, Tom!?" Ronnie shouted at him. With his free hand, he smacked his massive missile right up against Tom's cheek. "Big! Hard! And full of spooge!" He hit him again with it in his eye. With each smack, more breath came from my lungs. 

"Jana! Get out of your pants!"

My hands flew underneath my apron to find the button of my plain pants. I was in such a hurry that I snapped the button right off. I didn't care about unzipping, I just went right to pushing my pants and panties down together. I sucked my lip in with the effort while my feet went to slipping off my shoes.

Ronnie pushed Tom into the table with his plate still on it. I heard creamers, salt and peppershakers, and silverware all tumble with the force of Ronnie's blow. That's when Tom fell on me. His stupid heavy shoulder slammed into my chest and knocked the breath out of my lungs. I had to stop shimming out of my pants cause it shocked me so bad.

It was okay though, cause Ronnie took care of my pants and panties. He jerked them past my knees and down to my ankles. I felt his knees fall down between mine. A glance over Tom showed me that Ronnie had his dinosaur in his hand and was aiming right for my stinky pinky tar pit.

His knees spread to part my legs even more and I felt my pants rip down around my ankles. "Jana, I'm gonna put it in you now!" Ronnie panted from the effort of his fight with Tom. 

"Do it!" I gasped, still working out how to breathe again.

Ronnie rolled Tom off of me and we locked eyes. His face was red and sweaty. He was outraged and disconnected. More like a crazed animal than a human being, I recognized his lust and held back the urge to finger myself. His green eyes shot down from my face to my heaving button up uniform.

He tore open the blouse and busted the buttons down to limp danglers on plastic strings.

The hunger on his face thrilled me to no end when he grabbed my bra and tugged it down to expose the offering of my titties. His face fell to my chest right then. The little razors on his hairy chin scratched my heaving flesh. I felt his wet drool smeared over my B's all up and down and around. He moaned in me like a hungry child while I kissed the air above him.

His teeth bit into my nipple. I cried out and grabbed his short hair to hold him against me.

"Oh, Jana," he howled into my nipple. His spittle ran a river down my round hill. I could feel his nose breath blow the wetness and I sighed in content. "You're so skinny! You're so fucking skinny!"

He released my tit then and rose up to look at me. I gazed at him through glassy eyes with my jaw dropped open. I was slamming air in and out of my lungs like a multi-ball Pinball machine.

"No! No! No!" Ronnie showered spittle on my chest and neck when he shouted. With each protest, he slapped my face hard. It felt like my brain snapped against my skull. Three slaps later, my ever-wide wetness just might have leaked a puddle to the carpet. I couldn't control my thighs. They clamped against Ronnie's and tried to coax him to my cockwash. 

I made sure Tom could see that the slaps made me happy.

"Why are you so skinny, Jana!? How are you so! Fucking! Skinny!"

I couldn't tell if he was talking to me or Jana.

His breathing relaxed some and smiled.

"This is how I made your kid, Tom!" Ronnie spat in Tom's direction right when he put it in me. My mouth fell open with the satisfaction of getting spread. I made sure to look over at Tom so he could see it in my eyes.

Tom's pink cheeks were clenched tighter than my pussy. His dumb lips had a little bit of blood on them. His eyes narrowed with hatred when Ronnie bottomed out in me and I flashed him an I-told-you-so smile.

Maybe my expression was too much for old Tom cause he pushed up from the floor and went to grab Ronnie's face. My lover's big hands came up to block, but they were just a little bit slow.

Tom was on his feet now with both hands pulling back on Ronnie's face.

Through the stress of Tom's white knuckles, my boy just kept right on giving me the bone. I breathed up at him as my slick sandwich went from losing mean to having it again –despite Tom's efforts to throw him off of me.

"It was my fuck snot that made her titties fat with milk!" Ronnie grunted through his exposed teeth. His hands found Tom's wrists and he tugged at them. I could feel Ronnie's spit hit my neck and panting face as his words made me cream even more.

This whole while, where Ronnie and me were joined, we just stayed joined. My hips kept raising up from the floor and down again. His flabby, pimpled ass just kept pulling back and slamming down again. My pussy and his dick only cared about each other right then.

Ronnie couldn't loosen Tom's grip. I could hear him pant from his efforts with Tom and his efforts inside me. I thought maybe I could help him out, so I spoke up. When I said anything, I made sure that I moaned, hissed, and gasped like the ferocious slut Ronnie could make me be.




Stay-At-Home-Fuck-Daddy Ch. 03



I said up at Tom with a pout on my lips: "Why'n't you just go on home, husband? Let mommy do her fuckin'." 

Those words tore a new asshole in Tom. He let go of Ronnie and was over me in a second flat. His angry hands grabbed my neck and he slammed my head down. I couldn't cry out in pain because there was no breath for a sound. Tom was crushing my neck.

I felt my juices drop out from my legs when Ronnie slipped out of me.

His forearm went around Tom's neck and he pulled him backward. Tom's hands left my neck and the two of them tumbled backward. They slammed with such force that one of the barstools fell over.

I stood up dizzy from being strangled. I caught the table for balance and looked down at the two men as they struggled on the floor. Both had their backs touching the floor. Ronnie still held Tom around the neck with his forearm. Tom's legs were kicking outward.

Ronnie's fat boner had fallen onto his belly.

"C'mon, Jana," Ronnie blurted while he held Tom pinned against him. "My hands are full, you have to do it!"

I stepped out of my ripped pants and let my torn blouse fall from my shoulders. All I had then was my apron tied on and my tangled bra. With my round titties showcasing my hard pink nips, I stepped over to Ronnie and Tom.

I smiled down my nose at Tom while he struggled. There I was now almost naked, like I thought Tom always wanted to see. Even through his rage, his eyes darted over my thin form. I saw his eyes look over my sweet curves and my hot white skin. My apron dangled between my thighs so it hid my thick hairy red curls from both men. 

"See, Tom," Ronnie grunted as he held Tom round his neck. "Right now you're all pissed. Maybe you wanna kill me or kill your wife, but it don't change shit, Tom. It don't undo time! It's your fault, buddy. You done fucked up by living next door to my cock. You sure as shit shouldn't have brought ass like Jana around. Not when there's someone like me! Joy knows what I'm talking about."

Like I was some kind of punctuation mark, I squatted over Ronnie.

I used my hands to find his shooter and aim it back at the target.

Air left me like a balloon as I felt his perfect, huge size back in its spot. My baby cavern celebrated the intrusion as I settled him almost to my belly in one long drop.

"Ohhhhh, Jana," Ronnie taunted as he held Tom down.

"Ohhhhh, Ronnie," I hissed back at him, making my brown eyes sinister with the game. I liked my little role in Ronnie's big idea. My hips swiveled on his Jolly Red Giant and a beautiful thought entered my head. Maybe if my body thought I was Jana, it would get pregnant like Jana.

Tom still struggled in Ronnie's some grip, but he was giving up on the fight. I watched his face. I thought about the time he'd eyeballed my titties a while ago. The time when he loaned me a shirt. That made me reach up and lift my orbs together. I loved that he'd never touch them. I loved that they were not obtainable.

"She's fuckin' sexy, ain't she?" Ronnie chirped.

I could feel his balls tap that spot right below my backdoor brownie. My easy bake oven's temperature climbed while I fucked his gorgeous tube of meat. I wanted Tom to see the pleasure on my face while I rode it. I wanted him to think I was Jana and that I was getting it from someone with the right equipment.

Tom's face looked all stung. His eyes were hot with hate.

I had a private giggle because I could tell that he was getting the picture.

"Jana," Ronnie grunted through his teeth. "Can you pull Tom's ding dong out? Can you reach it?"

I smirked down at Ronnie. I leaned up to expose some of his glistening wet penis only to cover it up again. My hands reached for Tom's pants.

Tom bucked away from me some, but I finally did get my fingers hooked into his belt. He struggled the whole while when I slid his belt buckle unlocked. The concentration it took to get Tom's pants open made the rhythm of my fucking off. Every time I slipped up on fucking, Ronnie was quick to compensate. Together, Ronnie and me, we were a well-lubed machine.

Finally I got his thingie out of his pants. I couldn't hide the laughter in my eyes when I saw it. It was a millimeter peter! It was smaller than Harlan's! I'd always known Ronnie was the biggest thing ever, but I'd never really imagined the smallest thing ever.

"What's it look like!?" Ronnie demanded.

I peered down at it as the biggest cock in the room rubbed up against my womb. I felt a sneer come over my lips right there under my nose. It was pale and I figured about as long as my pointer-finger. It also looked just about as thick as a wedding ring. There was something even funnier about it though. There was something I definitely was not expecting to see.

My jaw dropped some as Ronnie's foreskin up-stroked my little red champ.

"Ronnie, baby," I said with a chuckle tainted with sexual ecstasy. "I think he's hard!"

"You can't tell!?" Ronnie laughed.

"Hard as a clothes pin! And just about as big!"

Tom stopped struggling while we laughed at his cock.

My sopping slush box seemed to agree from behind the bliss Ronnie's superior stabber kept dishing out. The pleasure gave way to emptiness when he released Tom and shoved me off.

"Fuck I gotta see this!"

My head banged on the booth and my knees fell together while Ronnie got to his feet. 

Tom was going for his pants to close it all up.

With one of his heavy hands, Ronnie slapped Tom across the cheek with so much force that Tom's hands just stopped what they were doing.

"Holy shit, Joy! You weren't foolin'!" Ronnie laughed. He then looked at me with that asshole grin that made him so cute. "Hey Jana, pretend we fucked and came and all that shit. And then, well, you went home."

I grinned at him like it was a joke I didn't get.

"Fuck him, Joy! Jesus Christ you're so stupid!"

Ronnie tugged Tom's pants down further.

I stood up and stepped up to Tom and Ronnie. I eyeballed the little hard-on and then looked back at Ronnie.

"Bye, Jana! You goin' home now!?" He prompted me.

"Yeah!" I shouted back, playing the next line. "Gonna go. Go fuck my husband now!"

"Okay! Good luck with that!"

"Thanks!"

Ronnie wasn't touching Tom's dick, nor would he ever. But it pleased him to see something so tiny existed. I looked at Tom's face and got reminded about how he'd looked at my body a few times before. When I was getting the mail or times like when I came over to have a beer with Jana.

The son of a bitch was probably going to enjoy having his pencil pusher in me.

I squatted over Tom and Ronnie moved away.

I reached down and my fingers found the simple silken sample. It was thin like one of them skinny magic markers that always run out, but it wasn't nearly as long as one. He must have seen the sarcasm on my face because he tried to push me away. Maybe Ronnie had me a little pissed off that I had to fuck It's-A-Small-World-After-All. I only suggest it since I slapped Tom's face hard with my free hand.

His hands fell to his sides.

I could finally have what Ronnie wanted.

It felt good to hit Tom that I just did it again while I guided his penny to my quarter-slot. Tom looked up at me as I slid him inside. His eyes were wet from me and Ronnie having abused him. Nothing about tears could have changed the evil expression I felt on my face.

He tried not to betray how good my honey pot felt, but I saw it on his fat lip.

I knew it felt good for him.

I didn't feel much at all. I wasn't stretched in anyway, but I could feel something hard like a battery from the remote control.

"So there's your wife, Jana," Ronnie narrated like one of them nature shows. "Her pussy's all stretched out by something like this." He pointed at his cock. "You're hard and inside her and she's what? Thinking about smoking a cigarette?"

He put a cigarette in my mouth. I cupped his hand while he lit it for me.

I felt Tom move his hips beneath me and I blew smoke down at his chest.

"Is she wondering when it might be over?"

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. My hips were static. My thighs were locked over Tom's while he moved up and down. It was strange, but without even joking, I could barely feel him. I wondered if I'd be able to feel Harlan again. As I puffed again on my smoke, I wondered if Ronnie had truly spoiled my juicy wrapper like one of those black-worm fireworks that expand when they're on fire.

"Or is she thinking about this?" Ronnie offered his cock to my mouth. My brown eyes registered it and my jaw went slack right away. The hand with my cigarette went to Tom's chest so the other could train the truest tug muscle to my tongue.

The latest drag from my smoke rolled over his lavish knob and on to his proud, thick veins. I watched my smoke drift up to his pudgy belly and higher as my lips closed around the enormous helmet. My tongue stabbed his piss hole and Ronnie smiled down at me.

I wondered what it looked like to Tom. Maybe it was like watching a porno while getting fucked. That's probably the only spot he'd ever seen something as colossal as Ronnie and someone as willing as me. I knew it wasn't like fucking and looking in a mirror though.

I could hear Tom's breathing. He was aroused. He was grunting some.

"Go on and fuck yer wife, get it done," Ronnie groaned. The sound of pleasure on his voice gave me an involuntary orgasm in Tom's lap. Tom moaned as I poured fresh syrup on his baby sausage link.

My head spun some because two cocks were at my call. For a split second, it didn't even matter who was bigger. I just reveled in greed while I sucked one plunger with another one plunging me.

I turned to face him more and put both hands on his hips. My smoke drifted from my hand and over my man's flabby body. This new angle let me lick further up the bottom of his silky skin. 

Ronnie grabbed my blonde hair in thick handfuls while I slobbered on his corn-fed cob. The sound of my sucking was unapologetic, maybe even louder than normal. I really wanted Tom to feel inferior.

I think Ronnie wanted that too, because he went right into using my head like he was fucking a pumpkin. He pounded his cock well into my throat and then back out again. His hands jerked me like my body wasn't a concern for him. My body wasn't a concern for me neither while he had his way with my face.

"Oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin', Clementine!" Ronnie sang out and he used my throat in time with his words. I could hear my wet voice echo around his stiffy while he rammed me. My gags were gurgles while he fucked the shit out of my face. My sloppy wet drool welcomed him home with each powerful thrust.

His hands released me and I went back to the duty of sucking his impatient tip.

Ronnie went on singing.

He smacked his belly in time with his words.

"You are lost and gone forever, oh my darlin' Clementine!"

There was a tapping at the front door.

"Uh-oh!" Ronnie shouted. "Someone's at the door! You guys just keep it up, I'll be right back."

Ronnie popped his cock out of my mouth. A string of my saliva broke from his gravy giver and my bottom lip. He dusted his hands together to drop some blonde hairs he must've torn from my head. Then he walked the length of the bar wearing just his Keystone Light shirt. 

I watched him go and felt disgusted when the little asshole's hands went to my hips. I just put my cigarette to my lips and kept right on fucking Tom's thumb. I didn't really have a choice until Ronnie told me to stop.

I looked down my nose at Tom. Lust was in his eyes. He eyeballed me with a retarded, and have to say unworthy, amount of need. That's when he leaned himself up with his arms out. His face was jacked in a way all peculiar. His lips were doing a sucking action. I could tell he was going right for my left tit.

I stopped moving my hips.

As far as I was concerned, pussy was on the menu but anything else was off limits for sure! I pushed back on his forehead to force him back to the floor where he belonged. He still suckled the air, all turned on. His resistance was tough and I thought it was funny that he was trying to fight me with his gross face.

"'Fuck are you thinking?" I cringed. "You're disgusting."

I got him to the floor and flicked my ashes on his face. I went back to humping his needle with my damp haystack. Smoke rolled from my lips and I looked back at the door for Ronnie.

Ronnie was walking back toward us with Jana. I watched her waddle up, fatter than ever with my lover's kid. In one hand, she held her own burning cigarette and with the other, she held Ronnie's cock.

"You know what's stupid!?" Ronnie shouted. "Fuckin' Joy and pretendin' she's Jana when I could just fuck Jana!"

He slapped her ass and she gave a little squeal.

"Oh, Tom's fuckin' Joy now?" Jana said and I glared up at her. From behind her jet-black bangs, Jana sneered at Tom. "Good. Gotcherself a girlfriend."

"I'm not his girlfriend!" I shouted.

"Shut the fuck up!" Ronnie spat at me and he stepped from Jana's side. I looked up at him, still fucking Tom like he wanted. He grabbed my arm hard and slapped me across the face. I could feel my cheek got red from his fingers. I could feel where his nails might have scratched me. "Now fuck him!"

I looked back at Tom and bounced my pussy up and down.

"Faster! Getty-up!" Ronnie bellowed. He whipped my naked back with the palm of his hand. I swallowed and moved my hips even faster, the sting of his hand moving me like a mare drawing a wagon. I could feel Tom's greasy Freedom Fry flop around some in my fry basket.

"Always suspected Joy was better with the little dicks." Jana chuckled and pursed her lips to her smoke.

Ronnie snorted a laugh and spit on the floor I'd cleaned earlier.

I felt my posture drop a little and I rocked my hips on Tom in an effort to feel something.

"Looks like we're both big fat cheaters, Tom," Jana said. Her free hand was jacking Ronnie's dick while she spoke. "So no harm no foul, right?"

Tom looked up at her with a shocked expression, "I didn't do this. They did this."

Jana smirked and touched her flipflop to Tom's lips. She repeated, "No harm no foul, right?"

Tom looked away and clenched his eyes shut.

"Well, I see how it is," Jana slurred. "How about you see how it is? Husband?"

She clenched her cigarette in her teeth and undid her momma pants.

They rolled down and Ronnie spanked her ass right away. Jana hissed with the slap, but kept her eyes on us the whole time.

Jana scooted a barstool toward her and ashed on Tom and me.

"First time I fucked a girl," Ronnie muttered. "She didn't want it. I been eye-balling her awhile, getting drunk and watchin' her at practice. She liked them football assholes." Right then, he slapped Jana across the face. Smoke flung out from her stung mouth. 

He went right on talking. 

"But the harder my cock gets, the more it has to get what it wants. The thicker and the more solid it grows, the more I let it tell me what to do," Ronnie's velvet voice seemed sort of dreamlike while he went on.

He wasn't talking to anybody really. Maybe he was talking to Jana because he slapped her again. I flinched when he did it, because I was wishing it could be me. While he spoke, I felt the sense of pride he had for his amazing penis. With every need he described it having, I looked at it with even more appreciation.

"So I got her alone like my cock wanted. I slapped her pretty face like my cock wanted. I tore her panties just like my cock wanted. And when I got in her, she was not wet. She was tight, dry. I had to fight for every inch of ground and my cock, my cock fucking loved it. And it loved it most when she got wetter than she ever been. See? She came around. She wanted what my cock wanted too."

He tugged Jana to the barstool and forced her to bend over it. 

"Joy and Jana didn't know what they wanted until my cock told 'em," Ronnie spoke with the conviction of a Sunday School teacher. "See, Tom? I get to slap Jana because I own Jana. I slap Joy because I own Joy. You don't own anyone, so when you slap, I slap you!" 

He went behind Jana. That's when Ronnie pushed into Jana from behind. Jana gasped in pain when he penetrated her. Her mouth dropped open and her breath was shaking. I watched her expression stretch from dull to fulfillment when she got parted. 

"Fuck yeah," Ronnie breathed. "Dry. That's a good girl, Jana. Such a good girl."

Her eyes fluttered shut and she rolled her head around to some silent tune Ronnie was making in her music hall. I knew she was all the way filled then. I knew when it happened cause her expression was one I'd worn a whole lot before. I saw one of her blue eyes peek down at me.

I knew she could read the jealousy on my face. I also saw how it made her smile. She gave a mild chuckle that was prompted by the penetration. Her eyes stayed narrowed at me like she was high and mighty. She grunted some and put her cigarette to her lips. Her cock-drunk expression drove me crazy while she took a drag. 

I smoked too, still riding her husband's pathetic prick.

"I'm moving into Maggie's old room," she said, while Ronnie stretched her with his back and forth movements. I could hear two legs of the barstool go up and fall down again with each thrust.

"No you're not," I said and blew smoke at her. The more I spoke, the less confidence I had. "That's my room."

"Yeah, you're sharing it now," Jana almost smiled, but she gasped instead as Ronnie hit the right spot in her again. I watched the pleasure quake over Jana's face. Her latest thrust from behind had done her so well that her head hung down. "Oh my god," she groaned.

"Fuckin' shit!" Ronnie yelled. "Jana, can you fuckin' move your fat ass so we can do it so Tom can see!? You and Joy, don't know who's dumber!"

Ronnie's cock appeared to my view for a moment while Jana made an adjustment. I could see it wet with her juices, my slobber, and as hard as an American flag pole. Jana pulled herself onto the barstool and spread her legs.

"Is that for real, Ronnie?" I asked, afraid to hear the answer. Below me, I felt Tom's hand tug on my tit. I knocked it off of me and did a little rock on his cock.

"How's this?" Jana asked and blew a long stream of smoke over Ronnie's shoulder.

"I don't know, shit. This was all so much better in my head!" Ronnie hollered.

"Ronnie?" I asked in another quiet drawl.

He held his piss proud present out to Jana's hoity-toity hole. I could see that her blue eyes fluttered ownership of the situation. I watched her blink to telegraph the message that she was getting it and I wasn't. 

And then she got it. My lungs shuttered at the sound of her long moan. Her guttural, satisfied octave was carrying on about every single millimeter of our shared stag. Her cigarette fell from her fingers.

"Ronnie," I coughed. "Is what Jana meant—"

"Fuck off!" Ronnie screeched down at me while laying it down between Jana's thighs. Her hands were on his powerful shoulders and I thought I heard her chuckle. He twisted his voice into something that made fun of me, "Ronnie? Ronnie? Ronnie?" 

I looked back at Tom and felt sad in my throat. "I just wanted to know if—"

"Get over it, Joy!" Ronnie growled while fucking Jana. "I make the rules! I say I want you n Harlan's room for me n Maggie, it happens! I say move into Maggie's room, Joy, you do it! I say you're sharin' it with Jana, well guess what!?"

"Tom," Jana sighed. "I dropped my cigarette, do you mind?"

Tom reached for the cigarette, but couldn't find it right away. I was so pissed off that I grabbed the thing and held it up for Jana. Jana took it and mouthed the words 'thank you' at me.




Stay-At-Home-Fuck-Daddy Ch. 03



I could hear how wet she was while Ronnie put it to her. The sloppy sloshing sounds of his fuck stick churning her insides was just about everything anybody could hear. I knew that her pregnant pussy was getting stretched out by Ronnie's rigid veins. I knew she was feeling the shape of the thing through and through. With every push, Jana's eyes narrowed at me. With every pull back, Jana's full lips made themselves a perfect circle.

Tom was still pinned beneath my spread thighs.

I knew this was all a punishment. I couldn't help the fact that nothing had happened. Me and Ronnie'd been trying for so long and nothing took. With my allowance, I'd buy the home pregnancy tests and check. Sometimes I'd check right after sex, cause I couldn't wait to be part of the family.

I felt tears on my cheeks and I sucked my lips in.

"Awww," Jana crooned. "Joy's cryin'!"

"Jana!" Ronnie howled. "You are crackin' my shit up!"

I looked to Jana with hate in my wet eyes and put my shaking cigarette to my lips. It had burnt itself out.

Jana pouted at me with a mocking expression.

"So how about my hubby's tiny timber?" Jana joked.

I just shook my head at her and tossed my cigarette butt. It bounced off Tom's forehead.

"I'll bet he came already and you didn't notice." Every syllable she cooed down at me was broken up by Ronnie's savage thrusts.

Her words shot rage through my veins and jerked my head to look at Tom's face.

"Did you shoot it, Tommy boy?" Jana laughed. "Did you squirt?"

Tom nodded his head. He was covered in sweat.

"What!?" I yelled down at him. "When!?"

"When I tried to," his words stumbled out like he was worried about an English score. "When I wanted to suck your breast."

"Oh," Jana shrugged while getting fucked. "Before I got here?"

My face was wet from tears and hate. I swatted Tom's fat face with both hands. "No! No!" I shrieked. "Not you! Ronnie! I want Ronnie's cum! Not you! Not yours!"

I grabbed his face and crushed his cheeks together. I mushed his stupid fat lips together, brought up his head, and slammed it to the floor.

I leapt from him like a hot potato.

I could see his limp midget had a little milk in its eye.

His damp, gooey string was on my thigh, I could feel it!

It was in me. Luke Warm Lucky Charms from a leprechaun's dick had dumped themselves in my cereal bowl. I felt numb where I'd been sprayed inside. My hands went to my pussy like it'd been punched. I lost my footing and fell over Tom's table.

Jana laughed behind me while her nearly born baby played with Ronnie's dick.

Tears fell from my eyes as I tried to push Tom's cum out with my inside muscles. I grunted with the effort, but I couldn't feel any result. I stabbed my fingers into my coochie. I reached around, digging and hoping to find his cum. I wanted it out. I wanted all of it out of me. There was no way to tell what was his and what was mine.

The room felt all off balance as I steadied myself on the table.

Behind me, I could hear Jana panting and laughing. I could hear Ronnie swatting her plump, naked ass. The two of them were building something amazing and couldn't careless that I had a numbness deep down.

Everything in my ears got muffled by a dead ringtone. There was laughter around me. There was top 40 music coming out the speakers somewhere. I thought I could hear Tom saying something like my name. Something like an apology.

Dry heaves leapt from my chest. My fingers left my precious and went to the pooch of my flat belly. The ache there was intense. I knew something was wrong, but I couldn't swallow back enough to stop it.

My mouth jerked open and a forceful stream of chicken potpie flew from my belly. It covered the tabletop with its bile, grease, peas, and carrots. The dead, stomach acid stained colors muted the wood surface from my chin to the booth. I panted with the effort to hold back my chest and belly, but a follow up was inevitable.

I threw up again as the thought of Tom's stain on my pee pee dominated those things in my mind's eye. The stench of my insides plugged my nose and my eyes couldn't tell where my drool became the puke lake below me. 

I heard my voice played backward as I worked to catch my breath.

Jana laughed behind me. I could hear her moan and laugh. I heard her tease: "Nobody can tell when he comes, don't feel bad!" Laughter shook from her some more.

"What the fuck are you laughing at!?" Ronnie demanded.

In the fog of my state, I turned away from my mess on legs with no flooring. Shakes coated every fiber of my skin. I wiped chicken juice off my mouth and tried to focus on Ronnie and Jana.

Ronnie had Jana by the arm and he was hollering an inch from her face. He was pissed off at her for laughing at me. As near as I could tell, he couldn't see what was so funny about me carrying the seed of a Smurf.

All of a sudden, he stomped over to me. He had Jana with him. His powerful elbow shoved me out of the way and he threw Jana at the tabletop. She landed on her back in my vomit.

Jana cried out in disgust. Ronnie just laughed down at her. His laugh was fake. He was making fun of her laugh from before.

With one hand on her neck, the other went to her shirt. While he pinned her in my filth, he wrestled the fabric upward to expose her round white belly. Her shirt got jerked up over her gigantic bra. He used a nearby steak knife to cut Jana's bra open. Every time he jerked her one way or the other, my pool splashed some. 

With her bra finally cut, her pale titties spilled all over her chest.

"Lookie here, Tom!" Ronnie blurted. He dropped the steak knife and slapped her tits back and forth. He kept slapping them until the flesh was almost as red as her giant, hard nipples. The whole while, Jana was making noises like she might throw up herself.

It was then that he used his free hand to feed his fat log to Jana's hungry beaver. She grunted as he filled her. She groaned while he pinned her down.

Jana whimpered some and I felt satisfied that Ronnie was at least gonna do her in my puke. I thought that was a good way to teach a bitch respect.

Tom stood next to me. He could see Ronnie's hairy butt take his wife in the missionary style right where he'd ate some of his cheeseburger. He seemed surrendered. Something about his face reminded me of Harlan's.

I hated Tom for what he did. There was nothing I could do about cum that little shit had shot up inside me. My only hope was that somehow science wouldn't let sperm travel so far. Somehow the same thing that made me not pregnant by Ronnie would work out with Tom too. Please God, not his. Not his!

I saw then that Tom was looking at me. He was the only person in the room that looked like he cared about how upset I was. With his wife crying out only two feet from him, he approached me. I could see that his ball sac was longer than his wet noodle.

I fell back to the bar for balance.

At the table, Jana was still groaning her disgust as Ronnie rammed into her with his perfect prick. My sick juices sloshed and the salt and peppershakers rolled to the floor with the force of his thrusts. Jana's crying was broke up by the pace of Ronnie's urgent fucking.

"It's okay," Tom said in a tiny voice that made me feel like I was raped. "Don't be sad. Don't be sad."

His hands went to my naked waist and I screwed my eyes shut.

The last thing I saw was Jana's fat thighs scissored around Ronnie's ass. I saw her arms locked. I could hear her whines mixed with ecstasy as Ronnie's sheer size made the puke less and less important.

In darkness now, I could feel Tom's breath near my face. I wished my breath was more appalling. I wanted to smell worse than vomit. I wanted something that would repel him.

His thin lips kissed me above my lips and my arms came up to fight him off. My muscles were weak though and he just forced them to my sides. He hushed me then and hugged me to him. I just started bawling. My chest heaved with a sadness that I'd never known. Tears and spit flung out from my crying face. I could feel my lips twisting in terrible, primal ways.

I could hear the wet pounding from the table. I could hear Jana giving in to Ronnie's unbeatable beast. In her voice, I could tell that she loved fucking Ronnie –even if it was happening in puke right then.

"If they're hurting you, just come with me," Tom whispered. I could feel his limp shrimp outside his pants and against my naked leg. His piss hole puckered a little wet drop of whatever-the-hell on my skin. "I'll take care of you, Joy. I always liked you."

His thin, horrible arms went to hold me in a pathetic hug.

The disgust that I felt when he held on to me only shook more tears from my face. He really thought that we were connected. He thought he was saving me from something. Tom really thought he was being noble and all I wanted to do was spit in his face.

There just wasn't any energy right then, so I let it be.

Cries from Jana told me that Ronnie had her at a high mark. I could hear her grateful moans as he pounded her more and more. Just like other times where he fucked anybody but me, I was getting jealous deep down.

The part of me that schemed with Tom's sniper rifle woke up again.

In my fantasies, it was always just me and Ronnie. When I imagined my perfect life it was me making him hundreds of kids. It was me serving his beer. It was me and only me who got his cum.

I'd always known it wasn't possible. My man's appetite was too great for any one woman. I always knew that to have Ronnie was to give Ronnie away. There was still a part of me that wished for a difference.

I wondered if that part felt to Ronnie like Tom felt to me right then.

Tom's lips came to my cheek for another kiss and I turned away from him.

That's when Ronnie spoke up again and I dared to open my eyes.

"Hey Joy! It's okay! I puked too!" Ronnie laughed as he slid out from Jana's thighs. "Of course, I didn't puke. More like my pecker puked jizz in Jana's milk pan."

He laughed at his joke and I shook in Tom's embrace.

Jana was flat on her back like a big old white beached whale. Her boobies were rising and falling with the fizzle of her climax. Ronnie used the hand that held her down to swing her to her feet.

The back of her shirt was covered in cold chicken potpie.

"Did you learn your lesson, Jana!?" Ronnie said at his usual volume. "Did you figure out why you don't laugh at people less fortunate than you!?"

His tone was a little bit mocking and a little bit serious. He swatted Jana's ass right away and wiped the residual slime on the nearby booth.

Jana waddled up before us. She was pulling her shirt down and looking for her pants. Her black bangs only showed off her pale and queasy look.

I didn't know it, but I was actually standing on her goal.

Jana went low before me and tugged on her momma pants.

I parted my legs and stepped off of the fabric for her.

"You two look tight," Jana grumbled while she put one leg in after the other.

I hated Jana almost as much as I hated Tom. As I stood there helpless to resist anything happening, I just wished on the bluest moon that Ronnie would come and save me.

Ronnie looked down at his cock.

"Shit. I got barf on my balls," he grumbled. "Joy? Can you lick this clean for me? I hate public washrooms."

Tom still held me against his body. Ronnie's command gave me a strength that I needed to hear. He wanted me to do something for him and so I knew I had to. I wrestled against Tom's hug.

"Don't," Tom whispered. "Don't do that. You don't have to do that!"

I didn't want to say shit to him and felt no need to justify a thing.

"Let her go Tom," Ronnie said with his green eyes narrowed.

"You're a sick, sick man," Tom grunted.

"She wants to, Tom. Look how she wants to," Ronnie pointed at me.

My little hands were pushing against Tom's grip. I struggled and pushed as much as I could.

"Son of a bitch," Ronnie sighed. "Jana? It looks like Joy's pre-occupied, can you come tongue my balls clean?"

I could see it on her face. She thought the idea of licking Ronnie's balls clean was beyond nasty. Her blue eyes locked at mine as I struggled against her husband's grip.

"Sure, baby," Jana said to the floor. "Of course I will."

She spun to face Ronnie and I felt panic in my arms. Right then, I started to swing my elbows to stab Tom hard enough to let me go. My socks hopped from the ground and kicked against the floor to break the hold.

"Let me go!" I shouted and pulled. "Let go of me!"

Tom hissed. "Don't let him do this to you!"

I reached back and smacked his eye. He gave a tiny shout and shoved me away from him. I smiled to myself because I was pretty sure Tom was making some dumb-ass statement with the shove.

With legs unsteady, I met Jana halfway and pushed passed her.

I fell to my knees before Ronnie and rested my hands on his thighs. I could smell my spew and Jana's wet pussy in front of me. I forced down nausea. I gazed at the length of his limpness and the little white strings that dangled from his recent load.

"I'm not touching it, Joy," Ronnie bellowed. "It's got puke on it."

I nodded up at him and pushed my tongue out. I thrust my taster out to the back of his balls. I found the sour tang from the taste of my stomach tangled in the thatch of his course hair. I licked and sorted.

My little hand reached up to lift his dead python high. I held it up and away so that I could clean the qualmy nexus where his snake met the pit of his enormous egg sac. I swallowed stains of slimy yellow and greasy brown. I swallowed tiny morsels of broke peas and half-digested carrot.

Each swallow brought a sickening response that I had to fight back.

The sounds of my throat were a manic mix of peaked and passionate. 

Jana lit up a cigarette behind me and, because she was watching, I doubled my efforts. I wanted her to know that I had done my due diligence on the greatest cock in the world. I wanted her to know I was its greatest servant and deep down, I wanted its owner to see it too.

I hoped that he would see it like I did.

"Joy, you're such a good girl," Ronnie breathed while my tongue slurped his hairy balls. "Get all the little chunks for me."

I was sorry, real sorry that a pregnancy hadn't taken yet. I wanted it more than anything, but my body just hadn't gotten on the right page was all. I didn't want to be on the bench, I wanted to take Maggie's place in Ronnie's bed. I wanted to take more seed than Jana ever could.

"Jana gets the bed in your room, Joy," Ronnie said above a whisper. "That means you're on the floor. That means when I see you in the morning, we're fucking on the floor. The next time I snap my fingers, you'll spread your legs on the fucking floor."

I agreed with Ronnie. I groaned my approval for him to hear as I continued to rid his glorious girl catcher of my wretched sickness. My tongue had lapped so much of his skin that it felt dry in a way.

"Don't have a fuckin' top on neither. Tomorrow, I'm gonna squeeze your tits until they pop. I want puss and blood since you can't make milk you sad woman."

With his words, my thighs ached. I embraced the flood from Ronnie's voice. I hoped his new loads would wash my little cunny clean of all Tom's bullshit. I hoped the words would make what Tom made un-true. I hoped my body would reject Tom's weak sauce. 

But only time could tell all that.