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A SHORT FOUR DAY WEEKEND
(Mf, cons,oral, anal, M+f, blackmail, reluc)

By Art Matin



CHAPTER 7



Wearing a thick terry cloth robe, Sandy came down the stairs and joined John as he opened the
box of pizza.   John noticed that she had primped and with just the right amount of eye makeup
and lipstick she looked great.  They ate silently, a single slice apiece.  Their lips met and their
tongues danced.  John opened her robe, and kissed down to her bare breasts, suckling each
nipple until it was too sensitive to touch.  Sandy broke away and led him upstairs to her parent's
room.  

John studied the family portraits displayed on the dresser.  He laid down the picture of Milton
and his wife Jill, blissfully smiling as if everything was right and perfect in their world.  He
looked around, wondering where Milton kept the fuck grease.

Sandy untied his trunks and slipped them to the floor.  She nuzzled his flaccid penis and then
sucked the soft noodle into her mouth.  Even completely soft he was a mouthful.  She orally
caressed him, activating a chemical release of nitrous oxide into his blood stream that dilated
certain arteries while at the same time constricting certain veins in his groin, resulting in the
engorging of the erectile tissue, gradually increasing the volume of his penis six fold. 
Semi-erect his still flexible cock could easily glide down her throat.  John knew that she had had
much practice controlling her gag reflex.  He wondered how many times she had sucked off the
three young men that were at the door earlier.  He guessed, many, many times.  'She's mine
tonight boys,' he thought as she swirled his swelling glans with her studded tongue before taking
it back down her throat again.  

It was getting increasing difficult for her to handle the ever-hardening cock it as it approached its
maximum growth potential.  She nibbled and slathered the big glans, then nibbled down the
swollen cock tube to his balls.  She licked and nipped his scrotum, then followed the seam back
towards his perineum.  She reached around and spread his ass cheeks, then licked and kissed her
way up to his anus.  He jumped at the first searing touch of sensitive anus and hot wet tongue. 
She flicked her tongue back and forth, from cheek to cheek across the cleft of his butt, teasing
his asshole with each lewd swipe of her tongue. 

"God damn girl!  You're something else!" he gasped surprised at her level of lewdness.  

She didn't reply. Working her way back up his perineum, around his scrotum and up his cock,
she nibbled and kissed until she was mouthing his seeping glans again. John groaned in
appreciation for the expert blowjob she was giving him.

She stood, dropping her robe to the floor and then lay upon the bed, offering herself to him for
their mutual enjoyment.  John scooped her legs up in his arms, pushing her thighs out and
upwards with his biceps and buried his face in her upturned crotch.  He ate her with gusto,
slobbering and working her over without restraint.  He slid his tongue down to lick at her anus
before driving his tongue up her ass. She tasted clean, with a hint of lilac.  'Damn,' he thought,
'she flushed her ass with a douche!' 

John pulled away and went to the far nightstand to search for some lubricant.  He opened the top
drawer and found what he was looking for and more.  In addition to an assortment of lubes,
some flavored, there were several bottles of body oil, several vibrators of various sizes and
shapes, a box of French ticklers, a string of anal beads, a pair of brass ben-wah balls, Velcro
restraints, a strap on double dildo and a half dozen clothes pins.  

John was shocked. "Whoa!  Your Mom and Dad are rather randy!"  He quickly thought of all the
possibilities over the next few days.

Sandy was slack jawed, twirling her fingers across her clit. "Forget about them John!  I need you
in me, deep in me!" she begged.

John looked over at the pretty girl twisting seductively before him.  "Yeah, forget them," he said
with a devilish grin.

John greased up his big pecker and got between her legs, pushing her knees to her chest while he
greased up her asshole.  He tossed the bottle of KY to the side and positioned his dick to her
anus.  Normally he would make sure a girl was loosened up before attempting to sodomize her
but he felt certain that she would be loose enough, even for a thick cock like his.   He pushed
and as he expected, she opened up just enough to allow his cockhead to gain a mechanical
advantage.  He pushed harder and his dickhead slowly disappeared into her widening hole.  

"Oh!  Stop!  Stop John!" she pleaded gasping.  "Oh, shit, you're big!"

He paused for a moment allowing her sphincter to stretch out to accommodate him. Then he
pushed deeper and deeper while she gasped and twitched beneath him until he was in her ass as
deep as he could go.  Her eyes were wide and her mouth formed a gaping "O", unable to
verbalize the scream that wouldn't come out.  Her mouth closed and her eyes closed as her
stretched rectum adjusted to the meaty invader, the burning pain giving way to a hot glow.  

John began to slowly thrust her deep with short strokes.  Her mouth fell open again as she
uttered an incoherent babbling that sounded like she was possessed.  He changed to long deep
strokes until he felt her sphincter suddenly and appreciably relax.  John slid his middle finger up
her vagina and rubbed her clit with his thumb.  Nerves began shorting out in her abdomen. She
shuddered and bucked her hips as a powerful orgasm erupted from within her loins, the massive
orgasm threatening to send her into oblivion.  . 

After her orgasm receded, John pulled out her butt and retrieved a narrow vibrator from the
nightstand.  He pushed her legs forward and effortlessly penetrated her ass again.  Sliding the
vibrator deep into her pussy, he felt the insertion through her tissues on his dick.  He switched it
on.  The vibrations felt marvelous on his cock and he began pounding her ass.  She screamed as
another orgasm built to the breaking point, and then fell silent once the orgasm overwhelmed
her.  

John continued to fuck her hard in the ass until a third orgasm swept over her.  He pulled the
vibrator out and then pulled his dick from her ass, admiring her gaping rectal hole.  He slid down
and stuck his tongue into the hollow of her ass, gently licking the inside rim of her ass as it
slowly closed around his tongue.

He retrieved one of her father's French ticklers from the nightstand and rolled it over his dick. 
He returned between her splayed legs, pushing them towards her chest again.  He placed some
lube on the vibrator and on the electric-blue French tickler. He shoved the   buzzing vibrator up
her ass and plunged his cock into her pussy.  She let out another passionate scream as the latex
knobs and protrusions raked across the hypersensitive ribbed flesh of her hot pulsating snatch
while her guts prickled and tingled lewdly to the energetic plastic lover shoved up her butt.

Sandy was on sensory overload.  Her entire groin spasmodically contracted and flexed, her pussy
muscles contracting wildly around the wonderfully thrusting shaft of lust hardened man-meat. 
Her body went rigid as the smaller ripples of pleasure spreading across her body merged and
culminated in a tumultuous shockwave of consummate pleasure that spread swiftly from the
epicenter of her loins.  So intense were the contractions that vaginal fluids sprayed from her
engorged cuntal lips stretched tightly around the girth of his thrusting, gaily colored cock,
drenching his balls with her ejaculate. 

He continued to fuck her until she was lifeless heap, unable to take any more stimulation.  He let
her legs plop down onto the bed and pulled out of her overheated pussy and withdrew the
vibrator from her ass.  He moved her like a rag doll to the edge of the bed and placed a pillow
under her stomach.  He added more KY to the French tickler and spread her ass checks wide. 
She protested that she'd had enough, but he ignored her and pushed into her anus again, fucking
her shallow, raking the latex protrusions across the ring of her tingling anus.

"Stop!  Please stop!" she begged.  "I can't take anymore!   Please John!  Please!"  

John stopped fucking her ass.  He'd never used a French tickler on a girl's butt before and wasn't
sure that it wouldn't hurt her.  He pulled the French tickler off and went into the bathroom and
washed his pecker off.  When he returned she was still in the same position, ass hanging off the
bed, breathing heavily.  He poured some KY into his hand and fist-fucked his semi-erect dick
until he was hard again.  He moved behind her and slipped his bare cock into her ravished
vagina.  She whimpered pathetically, "Oh noooooo..."

Her pussy felt like it was scalding hot to his unsheathed cock.  His dick glided in and out of her
dilated pussy, still gently contracting and throbbing.  She didn't protest, just whimpered a bit as
he fucked her harder and harder. It pleased him when she started to thrust her hips back, meeting
him stroke for stroke.  The friction on his dick brought him closer and closer to his own climax,
and when her pussy convulsed again in yet another orgasmic spasm, he let himself go, his big
dick swelled even larger and exploded his cum deep inside her shuddering cunt, pumping stream
after stream of potent screw-juice deep into her young body.  

John collapsed on her back, allowing his well-worked prick to deflate while still firmly buried in
her vagina.  While he recovered, he savored the feel of her hot throbbing and pulsating pussy
milking every last drop of cream from his cock.  He shifted his weight and his limp dick plopped
out with a wet sucking sound. 

John studied the semi-prostrate girl bent over the edge of the bed.  Her labia were inflamed and
engorged, protruding lewdly as cum seeped from her red raw slit, forming a rivulet that ran
down one leg before dripping into a puddle on the carpet.  

"You are one fine fuck little girl," he muttered to himself as he bent forward and kissed her worn
out pussy.  He wondered if he could manage to get it up again, and if he did, whether she could
take another royal fucking.  Even if he couldn't get it up again tonight, he knew he would fuck
her tomorrow and the next day and all day Monday before her parents returned that afternoon.  

He had just buried his face between her hot wet pussy lips when the phone began ringing.  He
tried to ignore it.  It rang four times and the answering machine picked up.

"Sandy?  Pick up the phone Sandy."  It was Milton's voice, a voice he often heard over the
phone.  "Sandy I told you to stay home!  Damn it girl!"  Milton's voice muffled and faded as he
spoke to someone else, "She's not there, and I specifically told her to stay home, alone. What in
the hell are we going to do with her?  Well, if she can't stay home when I tell her to, then by god
she can live somewhere else....  I don't want her around Kim and Rachael, I don't want three sluts
for daughters...  That's what she is... Don't give me that crap.  I know, I know, I'm just worried
about her sisters.  She made her choices, shit, fucking an entire...  I don't want to permanently
damage our relationship, but she can't stay."

Sandy struggled over to the phone, leaving John with his face wet.  

"Daddy?  Daddy?  I am home, Daddy," she said weakly.  "No, I was asleep... I know it's early. I
was tired... No, no one is here... I wish you wouldn't be so mad at me... Do what?...
Awwwwwww, do I have to?... Okay, okay, at the ticket counter... What time?...  Oh shit!... I'm
sorry Daddy, I meant shoot.... Yes, I'll be there.  Love you too Daddy, bye."

John looked at her quizzically.  

"I have to meet them at their resort.  I've got a 10:30 PM flight tonight.  Daddy's got me a job
interview first thing in the morning.  The receptionist for some management company got hurt in
an accident and will be out for several months. Dad told them that I could start Monday.  Damn,
I need to pack.  Can you take me to the airport in an hour?"

John couldn't believe it.  Here he had this luscious young slut eager to fuck his brains out for the
next three, four days and her daddy calls and ruins the weekend, not to mention dashing his
plans for poking her on a regular basis over the next few months.  Now she was suddenly to be
unavailable to him.  

"Ah crap!" he muttered in frustration.  Tomorrow, she would only be a pleasant memory.  Next
week, she'd be fucking someone else. 

"Yeah, yeah, sure.  I'd rather fuck you all night baby, but if you need a ride, I'll give it to you."

"Thanks, John, you're a sweetheart.  It's been fun.  Maybe we can get together again sometime." 


END




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