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Tomorrow would be the last
day of regular classes. Next week
were finals. My last six‑weeks test in algebra would be tomorrow and if I aced
it, I just might squeak by with a very low C for the six‑week period; otherwise
I was possibly looking at summer school, which I didn't want any part of. I did my chores, then I hit the
books. That night I discovered
that Leanne was mathematical wizard.
There were a few rough areas that I really didn't understand all that
well, but Leanne explained them so clearly and eloquently, that I wished she had
taught me Algebra I instead of mean old Mrs. Lucas.
I
studied until late working every problem in the book until I was satisfied that
I knew it cold. Then I crawled into
the sack with Leanne, nestling my stiff pecker in the crack of her ass. She purred and rolled over, allowing me
access to her magnificent breasts.
My hands roamed down her stomach and to her pussy. I found the little string, and pulled
the tampon out. Soon I was moving
inside her, my cock gliding in and out of my sister's very moist and very slick
pussy. I was too tired to make it a
long fuck session, allowing myself cum fairly quickly.
I
dozed off immediately afterward, but twice during the night, she stirred, waking
me up. Each time, my cock found
it's way into her warm, wet pussy, to gently fuck until we both simply fell back
asleep.
Friday morning started with
the wonderful sensation of my morning woody getting a tongue bath. I was getting used to this. I was very passive about the whole
thing, pretending to be still asleep and letting my sister do all the work. All too soon the talented mouth had me
squirming and desperately squeezing my groin muscles in a vain attempt to stave
off the inevitable as my nuts churned until I couldn't control it
anymore.
"Oh, Sissy," I murmured just
before a hot flood of semen shot through my swollen and oh so sensitive dick to
flood into the voraciously sucking mouth.
"Uhhhhhhh," I grunted, bucking my hips and thrusting my erupting cock
deeper into the mouth. "Oh yeah,
Sissy, suck me, sis, suck me," I hissed through pleasurable pulses as my prostate
convulsed and contracted, sending my seed merrily along it's
way.
Once I had expended myself,
her lips teased my over sensitive glans causing me to twitch and jerk
about. "Stop!" I pleaded, "Stop, you
fucking slut!" The play stopped
abruptly and my eyes shot wide open as she grabbed me roughly by the
balls.
"Don't you ever speak to me
that way, Travis Kern!"
The
voice was familiar, yet not quite right.
I looked down from the ceiling and into the eyes of my mother as she
crouched just above my penis.
"Mom!"
"You're late, Buster! Now get up and get dressed. Sam will be here in a few minutes." Mom let go of my testicles and rolled off the bed.
With a mischievous
grin she added, "Your father's gonna redden your ass for forgetting your
chores!" Then she strolled nude
from Leanne's bedroom as nonchalantly as if it were a normal wakeup
call.
One
glance at the alarm clock confirmed her assertion that I had overslept and Sam
would be indeed be here to pick me up in a few minutes. Dashing to my room, I threw on a pair of
jeans, a clean t‑shirt and slipped on my boots. The sound of a car horn, impatiently
honking told me Sam was here and ready to go. Grabbing my books, I charged out of the
house, forgoing breakfast, brushing my teeth, or even taking a
leak.
As
to Mom's other assertion that I was in deep shit with Dad for failing to tend to
the horses, I knew to be true without ever laying eyes on him. "Oh, crap!" I complained as I slid into
the passenger seat, my gut tightening in a knot at the knowledge of what the
future held for me later that day.
"What's up, Dude?" he
cheerily inquired.
"I
overslept. Didn't tend to the
horses."
"You're dead meat,
man!
"No
shit!"
As
Sam turned his car around to head out the driveway, I caught a glimpse of Dad,
standing in the doorway, hands on his hips.
"He
looks pissed, Dude," observed my best buddy.
"I
can't believe I overslept! I didn't
notice when Leanne got up. Damn it,
she should've woke me up!"
"Whadda ya mean ya didn't
notice when she got up?"
I
realized I had said too much, and tried my best to recover. "She makes a lot of racket in the
morning. I always hear her." Thankfully Sam didn't press
it.
"Ya
think she'll really let me screw her?"
"Who?"
"Your sister! The only reason she didn't yesterday was
that she was on the rag!"
"Not anymore," I replied and
then I instantly regretted saying anything other than, "Yeah, she'll screw
you."
"Whadda ya mean, not
anymore?"
"Uh, well, she's, she's
finished her period."
"How do you
know?"
I
couldn't very well tell him that I knew because there wasn't a bloody mess all
over the bed this morning. "Well, I
guess she has, or at least she will in a few days."
"How long do they
take?"
"Who?"
"Girls, stupid! How long do they
take?"
"I
dunno. Couple of days I
guess." I really didn't know,
though Katie was usually out of commission for four days. "Ask Katie, she's a
girl."
"I
can't ask her that!"
"Why
not?"
"You don't ask girls
questions about that sort of thing!"
"Why not?" I pressed, glad
that it was Sam who was now squirming and not me. We pulled into her drive and as she
bounded out the door. I needled,
"Ask her!"
"No!" he
shouted.
"Hi,
guys!" Katie sang out as I opened the door to let her slide in between
us.
"You wearing any panties?" I
asked playfully, tugging at the helm of her sundress.
"Yes!" she laughed as she
slapped at my wandering hand.
"Wearing a
bra?"
"Yes! What's this
about?"
"Sam doesn't think guys
should girls questions."
"I
didn't say that!" protested Sam lamely.
"What he really wants to
know is how long your period is."
"Dude!" he shouted as he
turned a deep shade of red.
"Three, four days," she
replied matter‑of‑factly.
"Why?"
"Sam wanted to know, but was
too embarrassed to ask."
"That's because he's a
gentleman and not a barbarian like you."
"I
asked, so I'm now a barbarian! I asked a straightforward
question."
"Travis, there are
boundaries you know. Boundaries
that a gentlemen won't cross," she playfully chided.
"You're not gonna get in the
backseat and screw the gentleman while I drive?"
"Not today, Dude," piped in
Sam. "I want to get to school in
one piece today."
Turning her feigned ire
towards Sam she pouted, "Is that a rejection?"
"No, no, no," stammered
Sam. "I didn't mean it that
way. I, I..."
"That's okay, Sam," she
sulked, "I don't want you to screw me this morning
either!"
"I
didn't mean it like that, Katie," said Sam with concern.
"Well, what did you mean?"
she needled.
"Somebody called my
Dad. They said they saw Travis
driving my car yesterday. Dad was
pissed off, really pissed off. I
almost lost the use of my car!"
That was a sobering thought,
because if Sam didn't have use of his car, then tonight's little party at
JoAnn's would be off because the three of us wouldn't have any way of getting
there. Actually, for me, that
wouldn't be so bad. I could always
just walk to Katie's and make myself at home, but Sam, he'd be stuck home
watching MTV.
Except for Katie playing
with both our dicks, the ride to school was uneventful. School itself was uneventful except for
the algebra test that was surprisingly easy. After that, school was effectively
over for the semester.
At
lunch, JoAnn was flirting with Mark.
She pretty much ignored me and it seemed obvious that they would make a
couple tonight. Like I said, I had
known Mark for several years since he transferred into Indian Creek JHS. He was nice enough guy, quiet, athletic
but didn't play football or baseball, never got in trouble, had good grades and
all that. I thought of him as a bit of geek and he wasn't in my close circle of
friends. I wondered if they would
actually screw tonight or just goof around, and decided on the latter.
On
the ride to school, Katie had made it clear that Sam was to be her date tonight
and that she expected him to satisfy her.
That meant that the virgin Rita was my date. No doubt Sam and Katie would screw and
probably leave Mark, JoAnn, Rita and I to play a rousing game of Scrabble while
they rutted and fornicated in JoAnn's bedroom.
Rita was unbelievably shy at
lunch. Every time I tried to make
conversation, she would blush and get giddy. I wasn't at all sure that I would get in
her pants, in fact the likelihood of me relieving her of her maidenhead tonight
seemed very remote.
It
wasn't until the ride home that afternoon that I discovered why Rita seemed so
nervous. She was nervous. Poor girl was almost in a panic. Before I joined them at lunch, Katie had
told JoAnn and Rita that we were going to play a game tonight, a variation on strip
poker. There were to be three
teams. The couple with the winning
hand got to remove an article of clothing.
First couple nude would fuck on the table. The second couple nude would fuck on the
floor. The three guys would then
draw cards to establish the order in which they would all fuck the third
girl. No wonder the poor girl was
nervous!
"You told her that?" I said
incredulously.
"Yeah, she nearly
freaked!"
"I
guess so... Did you ever think that she just might decide not to show
up?"
"Ummmm, don't worry,
Travis. She'll show. She's been on the pill for months now
and has nothing to show for it."
"She's on the pill? A virgin? Her parents put her on the
pill?"
"Well, yeah. Her mom did."
"Oh." Still didn't make sense to me, but I
accepted it. "So... she wants to
get laid?"
"Yes, silly! Now that she's on the pill... I told her
how you were the best. How you'd
make her feel wonderful. How you won't hurt her."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, so do her right," she
demanded.
"Sure. Okay." Katie left me pondering just what did
girls talk about amongst themselves.
I decided that just as Uncle Jake claimed, girls could be as raunchy as
guys are.
Katie then filled me on a
few other rules, no shoes or socks, and no jewelry. Girls were to wear four articles,
shorts, panties, a shirt and bra.
The guys could wear whatever they wanted, but only four qualifying articles, like shorts, belts, drawers and a
shirt. The girls would sit in their partner's laps during play. Anything exposed was fair game.
Sounded like fun to me. I was also instructed to steal a bottle
of rum from my dad. That made me
nervous. But when Sam and Katie
picked me up, I had the bottle of rum, plus a sore butt from forgetting to feed
the horses earlier that morning.
There was no doubt in my mind that when Dad discovered the missing rum, I
was sure to catch hell again, but I figured it was worth
it.
Mark was there when we
arrived at JoAnn's. JoAnn looked
sexy as hell in a black, cut off t‑shirt.
The short shirt just sort of hung in mid‑air from her big tits. Whenever she moved just so, about half
the black bra she was wearing came into view. Too bad she wasn't braless, that
would've been quite a sight.
Despite her provocative dress, JoAnn was nervous as a cat at a dog
show.
It
wasn't until I was in the house and had been checking out JoAnn that I really
took note of what Katie was wearing.
It was a simple white t‑shirt with the word "SLUT" written in hand across
the front in Magic Marker. I guess
that said it all.
We
waited and waited, but Rita was late.
Katie and I figured she was a no‑show, but forty minutes late, her dad
dropped her off at the door.
"Is
your mother here?" asked Rita's dad trying hard not to ogle his daughter's best
friend.
I
thought that the gig was up, but JoAnn smoothly replied, "She'll be back in a few
minutes. She went to pick up the
pizzas. Would you like to wait for
her?"
"Uh, no. That's alright. We're already running late. Say, whose '63 Impala is
that?"
"Those are my wheels,"
proudly replied Sam.
"Nice car. I had one just like it when I was in
high school. Same color. A red four‑door hardtop, with a
327. They don't make cars like that
anymore." He looked over at Katie,
who had her arms crossed to hide what was written on her shirt.
Turning to his daughter, Mr.
Jennings said, "Have fun, honey.
We'll see you tomorrow."
Then he naively left, leaving his virgin daughter to spend the night at a
teen sex party.
Katie squealed in delight
that JoAnn had pulled it off. Rita
looked pale. Two minutes later, the
pizza guy showed up. Whoa! Close timing! Too close for my
comfort.
We
ate pizza, danced, and had a few rum and cokes to get loosened up. Rita ate nothing and hardly spoke, but
she did have two rum‑and‑cokes and suddenly she was hanging all over me,
snuggling in real close.
We
were all sitting around the kitchen table.
I had Rita in my lap, nibbling at her ear. Katie sat in Sam's lap, pulled out the
cards and explained the rules. I
could see from Mark's expression that this was the first he'd heard of the
planned game. Sam too acted
surprised, but then again I'm not sure he really understood what Katie had told
me in the car.
With her mother's video
camera in hand, JoAnn sat in Mark's lap and bounced around indicating that she
was ready to play. For the benefit
of the movie JoAnn was about to create, Sam rather lewdly squeezed one of
Katie's tits, indicating that he was ready to play. Rita... Rita trembled.
"I,
I, I don't know if I can do this," she whispered.
"It'll be okay. Relax," I cooed.
"This is so... bad," she
whimpered.
We
had all shed our shoes and socks during the warm up dancing, so that wasn't an
issue. In fact there were no issues as Katie dealt the cards for five‑card stud,
with aces, deuces and one‑eyed Jacks wild.
Sam and Katie won the first hand, and with a flourish, she pulled her
t‑shirt over her head. Sam too,
shed his shirt and then proceeded to rub her all over. She looked sexy as hell, sitting there
in a see‑through bra while Sam took liberties. Mark was bug eyed and JoAnn was
squirming around, no doubt giving the poor guy a real hard‑on. Rita fidgeted and giggled
nervously.
Next hand went to Mark and
JoAnn. She coyly slipped off her
shorts while Mark removed his belt.
They were both pleased with the outcome.
Mark and JoAnn won again,
and they both shed their shirts.
I
was beginning to get a bit nervous when Sam and Katie won the following
hand. It looked like poor Rita and
I were going to be the third couple and that meant someone else might be popping
her cherry. If I was lucky, I'd get
sloppy seconds, or worse, I might end up the caboose after watching Sam and Mark
each fuck two girls before I ever got the chance to wet my wicket. I expected Katie to shed her shorts, but
she had Sam unfasten her bra, barring her tits for all to see. Sam removed his belt and got down to
playing with her nipples.
Rita was shaking like a dog
about to get a bath. This really
wasn't going the way that she had hoped, even though I imagine that she would
have been a nervous Nellie no matter what was happening. Things finally went our way and we won a
hand. That didn't help the body
tremors. Rita was shaking so much
that I had to pull off her sleeveless pink top after stripping off my
shirt.
Mark and JoAnn won next, and
I got my first look at her voluptuous breasts. Being the most well endowed girl at
school, she was almost as stacked as Leanne, but with dark brown nipples to
match her brunette hair and dark brown eyes. With the video camera in hand, I was
hard as a rock looking at her, and quite envious of Mark as he began feeling her
up in earnest. JoAnn gave a good
performance for the camera as Mark lovingly, and quite erotically, massaged her
knockers bringing her large nipples to an incredibly engorged state. I got the impression that they had
messed around before. Quite
expertly, he appeared to be pushing her buttons, but then again it could have
just been an act. Still the display
laid to rest any notion of geekiness that I may have had concerning Mark. They were both down to just
panties and skivvies and it looked like we were about to be treated to a real
show.
"Oh,
poo!" pouted Katie when Rita and I won.
It
was really Rita's choice as to what she was to take off, but she was quite
immobilized. To give her a little
time to decide and act, I stood and unbuttoned my shorts.
"Hey! That's not fair!" protested
Sam.
"What? What's your problem
Holis?"
"You're not wearing a
belt!"
"Who said I had to wear a
belt?" I unzipped and dropped my
shorts.
Having figured that in game
like we were playing that there was no sense in wearing anything unnecessary, I
was commando.
JoAnn gasped as my hard dick
bounced about for a moment. Katie
hooted. Rita was in shock, mumbling in a near‑frantic whisper, "Oh, my
gawd! Oh, my
gawd!"
"You frigging cheater!"
hollered Sam with laugh. "Yeah,
Dude! Show her your big dick! Show her what you're gonna shove up her
cunt!"
Rita still hadn't made a
move, so I unsnapped her bra for her.
"Oh
god!" she moaned anxiously as I pulled the straps off her shoulders.
"Nice titties!" hooted Sam
with delight. I could feel the heat
radiating from Rita's flushed face.
Sitting back in my chair, I
pulled Rita into my lap such that my bare cock was pressing into the small of
her back. I nibbled her neck and
nibbled her ears as I began fondling her while our friends leered at her. Her breathing became shallow and quite
rapid and she continued to mutter over and over, "Oh, my gawd. Oh, my gawd!" Gently rolling her pert little nips
between my fingers, I discovered that she was extremely sensitive
there.
Katie shuffled the cards and
gave me a wink. I knew what was
coming. The fix was in. Gib Tate
was one of those guys who is an expert at manipulating a deck of cards. He's so good that he was banned from
dealing during my dad's monthly poker game. It wasn't just that he could deal you a
card and tell you what it is without looking, he could ask you what you wanted
and without fail, he would deal it to you.
I don't have a clue as how he does it, but he taught Katie the
trick.
Katie coolly dealt the five
cards down. Picking up my cards, I
didn't even need to rearrange them as she had dealt them in order, Queen, Jack,
ten, nine, eight. She mixed the
suits, but if she had wanted, it just as easily could have been a straight
flush. I showed Rita the hand and
she shuddered. While holding the cards up for her to see, I began unbuttoning
her shorts. "Are you wearing
panties?" I whispered.
She
nodded 'yes'.
"That's too bad," I
whispered. "But don't you worry
about it, Baby. Next hand, I'm
gonna rip those panties off.
Then... then I'm gonna fuck you.
Think about it... we're gonna fuck right on this table while everybody
watches."
"Oh, my gawd," she whimpered
in a strangled voice.
Naturally I stayed pat. Sam
drew four cards and still had nothing in his hand. JoAnn had a wild look of anticipation as
Mark smugly laid down three threes.
They both groaned when I showed my straight.
I had Rita stand while I slowly pulled her shorts down. She was facing away from Sam and Katie. "Nice ass," hooted Sam. I ran my hand over her bare ass and realized that she was only wearing a thong.
"Turn around, Rita. Show everybody that nice ass of yours," Sam continued crassly.
"Mark, be sure and get a shot of this! Oooo weee! Would I love t'fuck
that!"
Poor girl. Sam really wasn't helping matters. Red faced, she turned to face me with
unconcealed apprehension in her pleading eyes. To keep her from bolting to the door in
a near nude state, I pulled her to me and held her close, rubbing my bare chest
across her small, but nice, tits and rubbing my hard cock into her trembling
stomach. "Easy, Baby, easy. Just relax," I reassured her. "Ignore him. There's just you and me,
and I promise, I'll do it right."
I
don't know if my reassurances helped or not as her trembling continued
unabated. I could only imagine how
she felt, her stomach churning, the embarrassment of being on display, the
certainty of her impending deflowering while her friends watched and
laughed.
I wondered if she knew that once the fucking began, it wouldn't end until daybreak and I wondered if she knew that I probably wouldn't be the only one to fuck her tonight. I wondered if she'd ever sucked a dick or eaten pussy before. I wondered if she knew that before dawn, that I had planned on fucking her ass too. I wondered if in the morning, when she looked at herself in a mirror, what would she see? Certainly not the virgin she saw today. I wondered if in the morning, would she feel liberated or would she feel used? I didn't know the answers to any of these questions, only that she was terrified and that her fate was sealed. Of course she could just say, "No," and that would be that, as I wouldn't force her to do anything, nor would I let anyone else do anything, but so far she hadn't said, "NO."
It was a virtual certainty that
Katie would deal me the winning hand as I
pulled Rita into my lap for the final hand of poker. She sat straddling me with my cock
nestled in the crack of her ass, my hand rubbing her panty clad pussy, my tongue
tracing the curves of her ear. My
dick was drooling precum in such quantities that my dick slid easily along the
cleft of her buttocks as I humped her.
Katie dealt me four Aces
with a one‑eyed Jack. From JoAnn
and Mark's expression, I knew that Katie had probably dealt them a full house,
or maybe even four of a kind.
Whatever it was, there was no way that it could be superior to my
hand. Sam was grinning, looking at
his cards, oblivious to Katie's artful deception and sat singing, "Somebody's gonna get
fucked! Somebody's gonna get fucked
on the table!" He was right about
that. Under the present situation,
even if she'd dealt the cards honestly, somebody was going fuck on the table at
the conclusion of this hand.
Even though she was looking
at the cards, I don't think it registered on Rita that there wasn't any hand
that could beat the one I held.
Still nibbling at her ear I whispered to her, "We win, Baby, we
win." She simply shuddered, unable
to even squeak.
Sam
smugly called and laid down his two pairs.
Mark said, "Not good enough,
man," as he laid down his full house, Queens and threes. Everyone looked at Rita and me.
Standing, I declared, "Looks
like Rita and I fuck on the table first."
"Jesus, five Aces!"
exclaimed Mark.
Sam rolled his eyes saying, "The bastard is cheating!"
Then with unmitigated glee he added, "No matter, let's see some good fucking!
C'mon, Rita, time for you to put out!"
Grabbing the sides of her thong, I pulled outward until the strings of the tiny garment snapped. Rita was shaking so badly that I thought she might go into a seizure.
Bringing the wet remains to my nose, I inhaled the fragrance of her sex,
a heady, aroused womanly scent. "Damn, your pussy smells good, Baby," I sincerely complimented. Then I passed it to Sam who made a big
show of wallowing his face in it.
I
pushed her back to lie on the table.
Grasping her legs under her thighs, I lifted her legs, opening her up to
me. Hyperventilating, Rita began
squeaking over and over, "Oh, my gawd!
Oh, my gawd! Oh, my gawd!"
She never once said, "No."
When I let go of her right thigh, she held it where I had put it. Grasping my throbbing cock, I raked the drooling head up and down her very wet cuntal sluice. Each time I ran my cock over her stiff little nubbin, she jerked and cried out, "Ohhh!"
I played and toyed with her for some
several minutes until Sam, impatient as ever, urged, "C'mon, Dude! Fuck her!" I was ready to do just, but I pulled
away, giving her one final chance to say, "No."
Her
hair‑lined pussy was incredibly wet.
The sparse reddish hair covering her cunt was so thin and fine, that it
hardly disguised the flush of her vulva. Suddenly I realized that this was
my only chance to lick and suck on her virgin pussy. With both hands I spread her open a
little more, exposing the bright pink tissue of her glistening interior. At the touch of my tongue on her aroused
womanly flesh, she cried out, "Ahhhh!"
Lovely Rita was salty, but
not overly so, and her pussy tasted as divine as she smelled. Slowly I dragged my tongue up her
heavenly sluice to the nexus of her folds and her little love button. As soon as I hit her clit, she began
bucking, her thighs squeezing my head tightly.
Sam
exclaimed, "She cumming, Dude!
She's cumming! Way to go,
Dude! Look at that whore
squirm!"
Surprised at how easily she
came, I rode out her climax, my tongue straining to flick at her clit. I could hardly lick her pussy with the
headlock she had on me. Then,
exhaling with a "whoosh!" she went limp.
Totally and completely limp.
"Is
she okay?" asked Mark with genuine concern.
"She's fine," answered Katie
matter‑of‑factly. "Just give her a
moment, Travis. Don't rush
it."
That sort of pissed me
off. Thinking back, it was no big
deal, but at that moment, Katie had stirred some sort of primal male
instinct. It was really
stupid to feel that way, after all, Katie had orchestrated this entire scene,
and so far she'd done an outstanding job.
Still, I glared at her.
Katie smiled back at me wickedly and said, "Take your time, Travis. Enjoy her. She's yours for the night. Just be sure that she enjoys
you."
I
looked back down at Rita, her eyes were still closed, but she looked so
serene. The flushed color on her
chest was fading, her breathing had returned to normal. Slowly it occurred to me that she came
so quickly and so hard because of all the tension that had built up during the
card game. I leaned forward and
kissed her breasts. Soon I was
sucking her nips and making hickies around her compact aureoles, marking her as
mine. It would be a week or more
before they faded, but until then, every time she looked at herself in the
bathroom mirror, she would be reminded of tonight, reminded that she gave her
virgin pussy to me.
Rita pushed my head away
from her tender breasts. As I came
up, I noticed that Sam had grown tired of waiting for me to fuck Rita. He had Katie bent over face down on the
table and was pumping into her, shooting a close up video clip of his cock
fucking into her pussy. Mark and
JoAnn were at it too, with JoAnn still sitting in his lap like she was during
the game, slowly rising and falling on his cock while they watched what was
going on around them.
I
stood upright and jacked my cock to firm it up. I raised her legs up again, and again
raked my stiff prick up and down Rita's slit.
"C'mon, Dude, just fuck her,"
urged Sam.
Rita began breathing quicker
and her eyes were wide. I got my
dick nicely lubricated with our natural juices and nestled the head in the maw
of her virgin cunt. I pushed in
slightly and Rita squeaked, "Oh, my gawd..." I paused for a moment, studying the
pattern of hickies I had made on her tits, three on one side around her nipple
and two on the other. I pushed in a
little deeper and felt the thin barrier of her intact hymen. "Oh, my gawd! Oh, my gawd!" she said over and over in
a rasping voice. I guess she
expected me just to rip through it, but instead I began fucking her, very
shallow, limiting my penetration so as not to pop her cherry.
I heard Sam say, "Hey look, everybody, he's finally fucking her!" I was well aware that we were the center of attention and felt the four pair of eyes watching us.
"Go on, Dude, she ain't a virgin no
more. Go on, stick it to her!" I ignored him as best I could, but Rita
became acutely aware that we had an audience. Her mantra of "Oh, my gawd." changed to
"Oh, my gawd, not here, not here.
Oh, my gawd, not here!"
I
didn't want her to suddenly hop off the table and ruin the moment, so I put my
thumb to her clit and began palpating it.
Rita's eyes got bigger and her mouth opened, but she was unable to
speak. The rippling of her stomach
and the pronounced mottling across her freckled white breasts announced the
beginning of her second orgasm, and I felt her pussy pulsating around my cock
head. I let her orgasm build and
build and then before she peaked, I rammed my dick through her maidenhead and
into her deeply, so deep that I mashed into her cervix.
She
arched her back to receive my cock and began thrashing about impaled on my dick
as her orgasm exploded. Damn, she
was some tight! I tried to thrust,
but I couldn't move. It felt like
my dick was stuck in a socket. A
very long moment passed before I felt the walls of her vagina loosen its
grip. I pulled out and pushed back
in. Her pussy contracted and I was
once again stuck inside her. After
a moment, her contractions eased enough for me to complete another stroke. After
getting stuck a few more times, her pussy stretched enough that I could fuck
her.
"Yeah, fuck her, Dude," my
good buddy prattled on. "Loosen her
up a little. Not too much. I want a nice tight fuck
too."
I
took my time, fucking her with long slow strokes. Each time I was deeply buried in her
still spasmodically contracting cunt, I'd pause to grind my dick into her,
grinding my pubes into her clit at the same time. I was rewarded for my efforts with her
cunt clamping down tightly around my dick again, so that I really couldn't
move. If I pulled back, my dick
would stretch a little, but it wouldn't budge from her gripping cunt. I simply chose to continue grinding into
her as she came again for the third time.
Rita's vaginal contractions
eased again, allowing me to resume thrusting. By now, her entire body was coated with
a patina of sweat. Picking up the
pace, I really began putting it to her.
I figured that it was now my turn to get my jollies off so I simply
fucked her, harder and faster, faster and harder until she sort of slid around
on the table top while I held her legs apart.
I
felt that old familiar sensation as my nuts began to churn and my dick began to
tingle. Closer and closer I got,
until my own orgasm built to the breaking point. The ecstasy radiated outward from my
genitals, filling me with that most wonderful of all sensations. With a cry, "Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuck!!!!" I
planted my dick deep, pumping my hot seed into her, christening her once
pristine young pussy with its first load of virile sperm. If she hadn't been on the pill already,
I would have certainly knocked her up.
Waves of penultimate
pleasure washed over me until my prostate ceased its spasmodic
contractions. I wanted the
sensations to never diminish, much less end, but having ejaculated, I resumed
fucking her until my dick gave it up.
Out of breath, and still reeling from a truly great orgasm, I staggered
back from between her outstretched legs.
Sam was right there. "Way to go, Dude! Oh, man! Look at your dick! Look at her fucking pussy!" He swiped his hand across her vulva and inner thighs and showed me the sticky red tinted juices of our copulation.
"Either this whore's on the rag or you
really did pop her cherry! Well, excuse me, Dude," he said as he pushed his way
past me, "I wanna get some of this while she's hot."
I
heard Rita cry out, "Oh, my gawd!" and then Sam punched his hips forward. "Oh,
oh, oh!"
True to form, Sam simply
fucked her without style or grace.
Even though at no time did I hear her say 'no' or 'stop', it did occur to
me that what Sam was doing could be considered a rape. After all, she was rather shy and
somewhat nervous about me fucking her in public. I started to stop him, but what was done
was done, so I just let him fuck her.
After six or eight hard
strokes, Rita wrapped her legs around his back and forcefully pulled him into
her time and again. Babbling
unintelligibly, the petite redhead curled her toes and came again. Good thing for him that she had been so
hot and stimulated, there could have been hell to pay.
"Squeeze it, ya fuckin'
whore! Yeah, baby, that feels soooo
goooood! Oh goddamn, she's gonna
rip my dick off! Owwww! Whoooa,
baby!!! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Oh fuck meeeeeee!"
Sam
staggered back with a wild look on his face. A stream of cum flooded from Rita's raw
and gapping cunt. In self‑defense,
she rolled over onto her side and curled up. Moments later she started sobbing and I
thought to myself, "Oh, shit! She thinks he raped her!"
Katie had joined JoAnn and
Mark, whispering to them. Mark
shook his head 'no', but Rita's two friends pulled him to his feet. Katie now began caressing Rita,
comforting her I presume, but feeling her up nonetheless. After a few minutes she got Rita to lie
on her stomach with her feet now touching the floor while Katie rubbed her
back.
JoAnn scolded Mark, "Go
on! Do her! Do her or go
home!"
Mark proved to me that he
was basically a decent guy. No
doubt he was ambivalent as I was about gang banging her. While JoAnn sucked him to a fresh
erection, he shrugged his shoulders, looking to me for some sort of guidance.
Hell, I didn't know what he
should do. Without conviction I merely returned his shrug. By doing so, I thereby gave my tacit
approval for him to go ahead and fuck her.
JoAnn pulled her mouth off
his stiff cock and ordered, "Now get to it!" Katie and JoAnn pushed Mark to the
freshly fucked girl.
Trying to beg off, Mark
hesitated. JoAnn scolded him, "Do
her!" No one, including Rita, told
him not to. His hips moved forward,
sinking his cock into Rita's cunt.
Her
legs began shaking as Mark screwed her.
I heard Rita cry out once again, "Oh, my gawd! Oh, oh, oh... that feels sooooo
gooood!" Damn! She seemed to
be enjoying the mini gang fuck.
Katie and JoAnn now turned
their attentions to me. Katie
without qualm or hesitation sucked in my cock, still wet with blood and
cum. JoAnn rubbed her big tits
against my chest and furiously kissed me.
In the process she nearly ripped away my lower lip. I pushed away from the crazed girl and
she sank to knees to join Katie in sucking my cock. After what she did to my lip I was a bit
concerned. Fortunately she didn't
harm my organs. The two girls
alternated sucking and nibbling on my cock and balls; sometimes they
simultaneously nibbled at my dick from both sides. I must admit that it didn't take them
very long to get me hard again.
Varying his strokes, Mark
was doing a yoeman's job of giving Rita a good screw.
Sam climbed up on the table, straddling his legs around Rita. He scooted up until he was pressing his wet genitals into her head. Sam lifted her head and inched into position, ordering her to, "Suck it, bitch! Suck it good. Get me hard so I can fuck ya again. That's it, baby, suck it... Fuck her, Mark, fuck her good!...
"Owww! Watch it with the damned
teeth!"
JoAnn pulled me to the floor
and mounted me, fucking me from a sitting position. Katie moved in behind her to caress
JoAnn's swaying, gyrating tits.
This girl‑on‑girl stuff Katie was doing surprised me. I didn't know that she was into
girls. I quickly surmised that she
and JoAnn had gotten on with each other before. I also surmised that Becky felt her up
like this when she and her dad were fucking. I wasn't too far off. Later I learned that Katie, JoAnn and
Rita had been playmates long before I ever started having sex with Katie. I also later learned that it was pretty
much standard practice in the Tate home (and my own home for that fact) for the
females, mother and daughters, to feel each other up when they were fucking Gib
Tate, my dad or in any other group fuck when the women outnumbered the
men.
JoAnn knew what she was
doing and rather quickly got herself off.
It was a beautiful sight to see and feel her orgasm while she fucked
me. After her cunt settled down
somewhat, I thought that she might yield to Katie. JoAnn showed no sign of wanting to give
up the hard cock she was stuffing herself with. Personally, I didn't mind and Katie
didn't seem to mind either.
Katie jumped up and went to
get something. She returned and
resumed her position behind JoAnn.
JoAnn jumped and I felt something cold dribble onto my balls. Katie was fingering JoAnn's ass while
JoAnn continued to fuck me, lubing her up, loosening her up. Suddenly, JoAnn lifted herself off of
me. Katie repositioned my cock to
JoAnn's virgin asshole.
JoAnn lowered herself a
little. I felt my dick enter her
tight asshole. She paused. The wild‑eyed look of lust on her face
turned into a grimace. Katie
coached her, to take it slow and easy, a little at a time. Slowly and at her own pace, JoAnn took
her first cock up her ass.
I
can't say that she fucked me, she just took my dick up her ass. Unlike her pussy, which had seemed to
envelop my cock in a warm, moist embrace, her rectum was tight, a narrow channel
that constricted my dick from all directions. Having taken all that I had to offer,
she sat motionless with a spaced out look on her face. Katie rubbed her tits for a moment
before putting a finger to JoAnn's clit.
That did it. JoAnn came with
scream, her bowls wildly contracting around my cock. Once her orgasm began to recede, she
pulled off and crumpled up on the floor.
JoAnn might have been
through for the moment, but I wasn't, but before I could get up and skewer her
butt, Katie was on me, taking me up her ass with practiced ease. It was like old times back in the
barn. For the next thirty or forty
minutes we ass fucked in a half a dozen different positions. When I was ready to cum, I did what my
Uncle Jake had told me to do and rode my own orgasm on the very cusp for as long
as I could. The resulting orgasm
was as intense as any I ever had.
Having shot my wad up
Katie's wonderfully receptive ass, I collapsed to the floor to rest and recover.
Looking about, I saw that they had taken Rita off the table. She was lying on the floor next to
JoAnn. The girls were kissing while
the two guys sat on the sofa watching, playing with their dicks, trying to get
it up again.
We
all retired outside to the hot tub to recuperate, pairing up, Mark with Katie,
Sam with JoAnn and me with Rita.
Rita wasn't very talkative, nor was she as cuddly as the other two girls
with their partner of the moment.
"Are you okay?" I asked with
genuine concern, after all, only an hour or so before, she had been a
virgin. Since then, she had been
repeatedly fucked by three guys and she was obviously having some problems with
that fact.
Still silent, she slowly
shook her head, 'no'.
"What's bothering
you?"
"You
know."
"Know what?" I
disingenuously asked.
"Ya'll must think of me as a
real tramp," she said sobbing.
"No, not at all," I asserted
without conviction.
"Sam thinks I'm a
slut‑whore‑bitch."
"Sam's a
jerk."
"Not really. I am a slut‑whore‑bitch. Look what I did."
"What? You had some fun?"
"Fun? I was raped, passed around like
a..."
"Wait a minute! Did you ever say,
'no'?"
"Did I ever have the
chance?" she rejoined.
"Yes, you did, at any
time. I never heard you say 'no' or
'stop' or 'please don't'. I did
hear you say that it felt good.
Seemed to me that you enjoyed it."
"I
did enjoy it. Gawd... I am a
slut‑whore!" she sobbed.
"No
you're not. You were just having
fun. We were all having fun. We can still have some more fun before
the night's over. What's the big
deal? We had sex. Great sex. Didn't you like
it?"
"Yes," she muttered in a
near whisper. "Thank you."
"For
what?"
"For not putting me
down. For not looking down on me...
For doing it right the first time... That was wonderful." She was silent for a
moment before blubbering, "Oh, gawd!"
I
pulled her into me tight and gave her hug.
"I'm going straight to hell," she said with remorse. "I did enjoy it! I did! I loved it! I'm just what Sam said I was... I'm a
slut!"
"Hey, my best girl's a
slut," I comforted. "My sister's a
slut, and my mamma's a slut too! I
love them all and respect them all the same. Don't get down on yourself for enjoying
it. You're supposed to enjoy
it! Guys and girls screw. It's the natural order of things."
"I
feel so dirty."
"Why?"
"I
don't know. I guess I'm not like
you and Katie."
"What's that supposed to
mean?"
"You know... you both do it
with..."
"With
what?"
"You know... incest and
all."
"Who told you
that?"
"Is
it true? Do you have sex with your
sister? Your mother? Katie's mother? Does Katie have sex with her dad? With your dad? With Sam's dad? Do ya'll really have wild sex parties
like we're having tonight?"
I
was stunned. What had Katie told
her? If my dad knew, he'd have a
cow! If Gib knew, he'd blister
Katie's ass so bad that she wouldn't be able to sit for a
month!
"Uh,
uh..."
"You do! Don't you?"
"Well, I,
er..."
"Don't worry, your dirty
little secret is safe with me."
I
wasn't so sure about that. Damned
girls blabber about anything and everything. One minute they're the best of
friends. Next thing you know,
they're enemies and spreading vicious tales about each other. Next minute, they're buddy‑buddy again,
but the damage had been done. Shit,
what was I to do?
"Look, I don't know what
Katie told you."
"She's tells me
everything. So does
JoAnn."
"I,
I..."
"Hey, actually it's kind of
cool. I can't imagine doing what I
just did with my mom and dad.
They'd send me to a convent if they knew what my friends were like,
corrupting me, making me do the things that I only dream about while playing
with myself. In fact, they'd send
me to a convent just for doing that!"
"Playing with
yourself?"
"Yeah. They're so up tight about sex that they
freeze up every time I bring up the subject."
"Well, then how'd you get on
the pill."
"I
asked my mom if I was too young to have sex. She freaked! Next thing I knew, we were at the
doctor. After examining me, he
pronounced me to be still a virgin and prescribed the birth control pills. He told mom that it would also help
clear my skin. Mom told me not to
tell my dad.
"After that, and after
listening to Katie and JoAnn, I decided that I should try it. I just never imagined that you guys
would... you know... take turns with me."
"Well, your mom doesn't
sound like she's too out of it.
Sounds like she expects you to experiment."
"With three
guys?"
"Maybe not three guys. You know, guys love to fuck. Maybe we got carried away, but girls
like to fuck too. You sure seemed
to enjoy it."
She
thought for a moment, biting her lower lip. "Yes, I really did enjoy it," she barely
whispered.
"Then there's no
problem."
"Do
you really do it with your mom?"
"I
don't talk about who I have sex with, so I'll neither confirm or deny anything
you may have heard."
"You do do it with her! Gawd, that's so nasty!" She sighed and lamented, "I wish my parents were more like yours and Katie's."
She had been playing with my dick ever since the incest thing first came
up and she had me hard again. "How
does it do that?"
"What?"
"You know. Your thingie."
"Thingie? My dick? A pretty girl plays with a guy's dick,
it gets hard. Makes a guy think
that maybe the pretty girl wants to fuck.
"Ummmm,
maybe."
I
slid down a little pulling her to me.
"Maybe, my ass! C'mon,
pretty girl, let's you and me fuck."
With that she kissed me and maneuvered herself on me, any concerns about
propriety that she may have had evaporated forever as my cock filled her
up.
"Hey, look!" said Sam loud enough for the neighbors to hear. "They're fucking again! Way to go, Dude!
"That's it, Rita, fuck him!
"What a whore!"
We
played in the water until nearly eleven when Mark announced that he had to be
home by eleven thirty. That was
really too bad because Sam and I were getting pretty whipped out, but the three
girls seemed as eager as ever to screw, suck, and then screw some
more.
We
had a smoke and few more rum and cokes.
Wasted, Sam and I sat on the sofa giggling while the three girls groped
each other on the floor. It was
quite a show as 69's formed and broke apart only to reform time and again. At one point about 1 AM, Katie and Rita
had broken up and JoAnn went down on Rita.
Katie crawled up to the sofa to treat herself to a couple of limp
dicks. We were by then still wasted,
but well enough rested that she got us both up for the umpteenth time.
JoAnn had her ass high in
air as she sucked pussy and I remembered that I had some unfinished business
with her. Lubing up my dick and her
ass, I pushed into her anus for the second time. She was tight a hell, but I didn't seem
to cause her any undue discomfort as I pushed into her with one stroke. Oh, she
grunted, that's for sure, but she didn't protest as I began pounding her just
like Sam would have.
After a few minutes of
working her ass over good, she was no longer eating pussy, but was sucking on
Sam's reinvigorated cock. He pulled
away and directed us to lie on the floor.
I rolled us over, keeping my cock firmly planted in JoAnn's shapely
ass. I locked my ankles around her
legs and spread her out. Katie and
Rita moved in and each took a tit in their mouth. Sam moved in to her defenseless
cunt. As he pushed into her JoAnn
screamed, "Oh, god yessss, yessss, yessss!"
When I woke in the morning,
JoAnn was still on top of me, face up.
Thankfully, Sam wasn't on top of her, but was spooned with Katie. Rita was 69 with Katie. What woke us up was the door bell
ringing and a loud banging on the door.
Rita sat up in alarm. "Oh my god! It's my daddy!" That got everyone's
attention.
Sam
and I scrambled to hide in the hall closet while the girls scrambled to put some
clothes on. The knocking became an
urgent pounding. After what seemed
to be forever, someone answered the door.
"I'll be there in a minute, Daddy. We just woke up... You're early!
"No, you can't come in, JoAnn's not dressed...
"She's dressed, she's
just not... Daddy!"
"Where's your mother,
JoAnn?" I heard him ask in a demanding tone.
"She's still asleep," said a
female voice.
"Is
that so? Well... I just want to
thank her for having Rita over."
"That's okay. I'll tell her when she wakes
up."
"Fine, I appreciate that...
Now, go get your things Rita. We
need to be going."
"Okay, Daddy. It'll be a
minute."
"I'll wait outside."
We
could hear what was going on outside the closet and I had no doubt that we could
be heard as well. Sam and I were standing in the closet amongst winter coats and
hanging tablecloths. His morning
woody was poking me between the butt cheeks. He was being cute. Fucking dickhead! I could have killed him, but I couldn't
say a word, only lamely slap at his dick.
Each time I made contact, he would talk in a falsetto voice, "Ohhh, do
that again, Travis. Oooo, I like
you!" and grind into me. What
a dumbass!
I
heard the door slam shut. Confident
that the coast was clear I yelled, "You fucking queer!" as we burst out of the
cramped closet laughing. The
laughing didn't last very long as Mr. Jennings was still inside, standing by the
door.
"Oh, shit," uttered Sam as
he froze in his tracks.
I
heard JoAnn say, "Oh, fuck!" before I saw what the problem
was.
"Well, well, well," said Mr.
Jennings evenly. He held Rita with
his hand over her mouth.
Immediately I saw that she had Katie's t‑shirt on, the one with "SLUT"
emblazoned across the front. A
quick look and I saw that JoAnn was wearing her black cut‑off t‑shirt along with my boxers. Katie, she had Rita's pink tank top
on. It was three sizes to small,
and it looked to be painted on.
Below that, Katie wore only a thong.
"I was out on my morning jog," he said calmly. "I always come this way. Saw that the Impala was still parked outside. That got my curiosity up."
He looked over at JoAnn. "Your mama's car is not in the
garage. I looked. Where is she?"
"Uh,
uh..."
"She'd damned well better
not be here... or else I'll call the cops on her... for contributing to the
delinquency of minors."
"No, she's not
here."
"You said that she was still
asleep."
"I..."
"In addition to being a tramp, you're a liar too," he said in a venomous tone. "Well, it looks like you kids had quite a party.
"Tell me, you boys fuck these girls?"
He snorted, "That's a stupid question. All I really want to know is who fucked my daughter? Both of you?"
He released his hand from Rita's mouth and grabbed the t‑shirt. "Let's see, "SLUT" it says. Guess that says it all... Tell me, Rita, did you fuck these boys?"
Not waiting for her to reply, he answered his own rhetorical
question. "Yeah, you fucked
them. You fucked them both. How about the other one? Where is he?"
"He
went home," replied Rita meekly.
"Why?"
"He
had to be home by eleven thirty," said JoAnn with a trembling
voice.
"So
he went home to his mama. Stupid
little prick! I guess he missed
out... or did he?"
Rita was trembling,
obviously terrified what her father was going to do. "Well?" he demanded. "Did he fuck you
too?"
Rita
nodded.
"That's what I thought. Who else came over last night to fuck
you?"
"No
one, Daddy, no one."
"Just three guys? Should've been six, maybe eight. Bet you'd like to fuck eight guys, one
after the other."
"No,
Daddy."
"Lair! Guess you'll be having a baby soon."
"No,
Daddy."
"A
little bastard for your mama and me to raise while you're out sleeping
around.
"No,
Daddy, I won't."
"Don't you know that that's
what happens to little fuck sluts like you when they spread their legs and let
boys fuck their pussies all night?"
"No, I won't get... I'm
safe."
"Safe? You used rubbers? I don't see any used rubbers lying about...
"You're on the pill?..."
Surprise registered on
his face. "Your mother put you on
the pill!... Damn it! I told that
stupid bitch that this would happen!
I told her!"
There was tense moment of
silence. My panicked mind raced
around in circles. I didn't have a
clue as to how to handle the situation, except that I knew in my gut that if her
dad really got rough, that would I have to take him on. I sized him up. He wasn't very big, not that much taller
than Rita. He was lean, like most
avid runners are, and pasty white.
I decided that I could probably pick him up and toss him around without
much problem. But then what?
"Whose shirt is this?" he
snarled, pulling at the fabric of the t‑shirt.
"Katie's."
Mr. Jennings looked over at Katie and the stretched tight pink tank top. "Figures... Yeah, she seems to be wearing your clothes."
He snapped
her black panties. "Those panties,
they're kind of baggy looking. Who
do they belong to?"
"JoAnn."
"JoAnn's?" Turning to JoAnn he comtemptously asked,
"Well, JoAnn, just whose boxer shorts are you wearing?"
"I
dunno."
"Must belong to one of these fellas. They both seem to have misplaced their shorts...
"Okay,
let's get this sorted out. Rita
give Katie her shirt."
"Daddy!"
"Damn it, do it!"
Blushing a bright red and
with trembling hands, Rita pulled the t‑shirt over her head. Immediately she covered her breasts with
her hands.
"Put your hands
down!"
"Daddy,
please."
"Say, what's all over your tits? Hickies?... God damn, girl! You've let them mark you as their whore! Let me guess, each one commemorates a fucking... Well, my little whore, let's count them.
"One, two... put your god damned hands
down. One, two," while he counted
he pressed a finger into her bruised flesh, "three, four, five, six, seven,
eight, nine!" Mr. Jennings
unconsciously adjusted his stiffening cock.
"Now, tramp, JoAnn needs her
panties. Take'em off!"
"Daddy!"
"What's the matter, slut? You don't want these boys to see you naked? You're not embarrassed for them to see you naked are you? After you've fornicated with them all night like a cat in heat?"
With
that he yanked the loose panties down off her ass. "Take them off, goddamn you!" he
shouted.
Reluctantly, Rita pulled
them down and stepped out of them.
"Now, tramp, put your hands
high in the air and turn around slowly so these boys can get a good look at
you."
Rita put her hands up and slowly turned. "That's nice, real nice. I can certainly see what these boys are attracted to. You're a nice piece of fuck‑meat. Now turn around again, slower."
As Rita
turned again, her father asked, "You enjoying this, slut?"
The
tears streaming down her cheeks were a good indication that Rita was not
enjoying it. Not at all. I really felt bad for her, being
humiliated like this by her father.
I glanced over at Sam, the bastard had a smirk plastered across his
face.
"You enjoy being put on display as a piece of fuck‑meat for these two horn dogs. You're a god‑damned slut! Aren't ya, girl?" Sobbing, Rita finished her pirouette.
Mr. Jennings turned his attention to JoAnn. "Okay Sweetheart, give the boxers back to whomever they belong to." JoAnn hesitated.
"C'mon, you vamp, we don't have all
day. Your mother may be home soon
and we need to get this all sorted out before she gets here, so off with the
shorts."
JoAnn looked to Katie for
guidance and Katie nodded for to comply.
"So, you shave your cunt, JoAnn?
"Hey boys, you like that bald pussy? I bet you do!
"Okay honey, whose top do you have
on?"
"It's mine," she replied
meekly.
"That's too bad... well, tell you what, slut. Put your hands up and turn around so we
can all see that bald pussy and that fine ass. That's it."
As
JoAnn raised her arms, the ragged helm of the cut‑off t‑shirt rose over her
boobs and her nipples.
"Oh, god damn, girl! You do have some nice tits! Yeah, give everybody a good look, honey.
"You boys like
tits like that? I bet you do! I love big tits like that. Damn! What a butt! Hell, you know, I don't blame you boys,
I'd fuck her too."
When JoAnn finished her turn, she lowered her arms, but the t‑shirt remained on top of her hooters. She made a move to pull the shirt down, but Mr. Jennings stopped her. "Leave it, girl. These boys like looking at your big tits.
"Don't you, boys?" Sam nodded like a
moron.
He
turned to Katie. "That's Rita's
shirt. It's a little stretched out
now, but she needs it to wear home.
Can't have her going home bare‑breasted, can we?"
Without further prompting,
Katie peeled the pink shirt off.
Letting the shirt dangle on one finger, she struck a pose, perched up on
the ball of one foot. With slight,
subtle movements she proudly displayed herself to Rita's dad. "You like what you
see?" she asked with a come‑hither look.
Mr.
Jennings licked at his lips as he studied the bold girl. Slowly she turned her back to him, never
loosing eye contact. "You like a
girl wearing a thong? It's mine,
but if you want it, you can take it home with you. I don't need it. Actually, it's in the
way."
She turned back to him and walked towards him, backing him up against the door. "My friends all think that the party's over... I think it's just starting," she cooed. She leaned forward and kissed his nipple.
"Hmmm, salty. I just adore
the scent of a sweaty man." Mr.
Jennings eyes got big as she caressed his cloth covered stiff cock. "Nice dick. I like a man‑sized dick to fill my
little pussy. You want to fill my
little pussy?"
Mr.
Jennings was dumbstruck. His mouth
was open, as if he was about to say something, but he remained mute. One moment he had been in control. Now he was at the mercy of an aggressive
girl and seemingly powerless. Katie
sank to her knees, pulling down his jogging shorts in the process. As soon as his cock sprang free, Katie
took him into her mouth. Bug‑eyed,
Mr. Jennings gasped.
"Suck him, you fuckin'
whore," called out Sam. "Suck his dick!"
Despite Sam's unnecessary
encouragement, Katie didn't stay on her knees for long, maybe for a minute, but
not more than that. Almost as quick
as she went down on him, she suddenly stood up, holding his wet cock in her
hand. In one seamless motion, she
pulled her thong aside as she hiked up one leg and stuck his cock into her
cunt. Grinding her hips on his cock
while she lifted herself with her foot, Katie raped him plastered up against the
front door.
I
don't know who was more shocked at what was happening, Mr. Jennings, Rita, or
JoAnn. I too was stunned, but not
nearly as much as those three. From
the look on his face, you would think that the man had been shot or a knife run
into his gut. Sam seemed to take
the whole thing in stride, like it was a normal thing to be happening.
Katie fucked him for a
minute or so before Mr. Jennings seemed to regain his senses. It was then that I observed another of
Uncle Jake's truisms, that "where pussy is involved, men think with their groin
and not with their head." The look
of shock disappeared from his face, replaced with a look of unconcealed
lust. His hands tightly gripped
Katie's butt cheeks and he began fucking her back. A few moments later, he had
the girl on the floor, furiously pounding into her, with one hand now pinning
her arms above her head while the other was pulling on a fistful of her
hair.
Now
Katie is as an enthusiastic fuck‑partner as I have ever come across and gives as
well as she gets. This time it was
different. While we all watched
Rita's dad fuck her, she remained motionless, spread out, but motionless. Normally in that position she'd have her
legs wrapped around the guy's hips and her hips would be punching back to meet
each thrust, but not this time.
After only a few minutes,
Mr. Jennings grunted and his butt cheeks clinched as he shuddered in
climax. That done, he collapsed on
top of her. It was several minutes,
longer than the actual sex act itself, before he moved off of Katie, rolling
onto his back.
He looked up into shocked face of his daughter, standing nude before him, her hand over her mouth. Apparently his brain began functioning once again as he suddenly cried out, "Oh, my god! What have I done?"
Then he looked towards JoAnn and Sam and
saw that Sam was video taping him.
The color drained from his face.
"Oh, dear god, no!"
Katie, her hair a mess, struggled to her feet, feigning that she was in pain, holding her poor pussy like she'd been violated, while crocodile tears streaked down her face. She limped towards Sam. The pained expression was replaced by one of glee.
"Sam, that's enough. Give JoAnn the camera.
"JoAnn, go hide it!" Smart girl, dangerous, but
smart.
"You god damned bitch!"
roared Mr. Jennings as it sank in that he'd been had. "Give me that
camera!"
Sam
and I placed ourselves between the enraged man and JoAnn. I guess Mr. Jennings figured that we
could stomp his skinny ass if we wanted and he remained at the door, with his
jogging shorts down around his knees, sputtering and cursing, but otherwise not
very threatening.
"Go on, JoAnn," urged Katie. "Hide it somewhere. Hide it good."
"You little whore!" he
fumed.
"Mr. Jennings," said Katie
evenly, "I think you've said enough."
"You god damned tramp
slut!"
"I
suggest that you calm down and not make me angry."
"You came on to me! You made me!"
"The law says I'm not old
enough to give consent."
"You blackmailing little
..."
"No
one's blackmailing you, but I think you better get control of yourself. If you really piss me
off..."
"Fucking conniving little bitch!" he spat.
He glowered for a
moment and then asked, "What do you want?"
"Nothing... Absolutely nothing. You just pull up your pants and finish
your jog. Later, when Rita's home, you be nice to her. Treat her like you love her. If you're mean, if you demean her, if
you hit her, if you humiliate her like you just did, you'll regret it, mister.
You got that? She loves you, so you
had better show her love and understanding in return."
Mr.
Jennings didn't say a word. He'd
been bested and he knew it.
"JoAnn's mom may be home
soon," continued Katie evenly. "I
really don't think you want to explain what you're doing
here."
"Okay, okay... Look, do me
one favor. Destroy that
tape."
"You show me that I should
destroy it... It's really all up to you.
You're Rita's dad. I don't want anything to happen to
you."
"For God's sake, girl...
please... destroy the tape."
"I
will... if you're a good boy."
"If
anyone ever saw that tape... it'd destroy me, destroy my
family!"
"It's all up to you, Mr.
Jennings."
"Okay, okay, you win," he
said chastised. "I promise that
I'll do what you want... I will... I promise. Rita has nothing to fear from me. Absolutely nothing. I do love her very much. I only want what's best for
her."
"Then go home, Mr.
Jennings. Be a loving
parent."
"Promise me, Katie. Promise me that you'll destroy the
tape."
"You keep your promise and
I'll keep mine.
Agreed?"
"Then you promise that
you'll destroy it?"
"Yes."
Mr.
Jennings turned to Rita with a pleading eyes. "Rita, I'm... I'm sorry, baby. I... I lost my head. Please forgive me, I didn't mean... I'm
sorry that I said those things... I didn't mean to hurt you. I'd never hurt you. You must know that. I was just... just trying to protect
you. I only want what's best for
you. I think you're too young for
this sort of thing, much too young, but I guess you've decided that for
yourself. Who you have sex with,
that's your business. I just want
you to be careful and not let yourself be used... Look, after you get home,
we'll talk about it when we have a little privacy."
"Pull your shorts up, Daddy," said
Rita.
"Uh, yeah, sure... uh,
sorry, I..."
"Go
home, Mr. Jennings," said Katie with mock sternness. "You really shouldn't be
here."
"Uh, uh, yeah... I guess you're right about that...
"Look, Katie, JoAnn, I apologize for being such an ass. I had no right to speak to any of you the way I did."
Suddenly Mr.
Jennings broke out in a broad smile.
"One other thing, all three of you girls have very lovely asses. Damned nice tits too... Hell, to be a teenager again. To be honest, if I were, I wouldn't be
like that fellow who went home early."
Once the door shut and Mr.
Jennings was gone, a whoop and holler filled the house. Everyone was jazzed at how Katie handled
the entire situation, everyone but Rita that is. Rita, she sat in a corner and
cried.
That pretty well queered the party. Rita certainly didn't feel like putting out after the encounter with her father, and naturally Katie and JoAnn sympathized with Rita's plight.
We all managed to get in a quick soak in the hot tub, but it wasn't too
much longer that Rita's mother called to say that she was on her way over to
pick her up. We all scrambled to
get dressed and get the heck out of there.
No need to hang around and make Rita explain to her mother why Sam's car
was still parked in front of JoAnn's.
To be continued...
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