I squealed helplessly David's cock blasted through my 
sphincter to fill my ass. "Fuck! Cock!" I cried, thrashing 
around on my mother's bed.  "Fuck your whore, fuck your 
whore, fuck your whore. Fuck my fucking ass!" I was lost in 
that special place where I was alone and all I was aware of 
was my own body, and to a lesser extent the cock inside me, 
and nothing else. "Gawd, David, it feels so . . . Yeah, your 
cock. Your fucking cock makes me want to scream." David 
reached around and twisted the head of my shaved, 
uncircumcised dick back an forth and I did that. 
"AHHHHHHHH! FUCK ME! Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me. Can't 
you tell?" My head was thrashing uncontrollably. "I love 
your fucking cock!!" He pounded me harder, pushing me up 
the bed. I grabbed my mother's pillow and tossed it onto the 
floor. "Make me your baby. Make me your cockslut. Your 
fucking whore ass who needs your fucking dick so good. Yuh, 
my poor shitter's been clasping on nothing for weeks. My 
little boy pussy, your cock sheathe, my . . ." 
 
There was a cough in the doorway.
 
"Mommy? See what a good whore I've become? Aren't you 
proud that your boyfriend likes my ass so much." I grinned. 
"Shoot your load, honey. Shoot your load in your whore's 
fucking ass. Show your girlfriend how much you need her 
little boy's pussy. She her what a good fucking hole I have.  
Shoot your fucking load!"  I started screaming for theatrics 
that took on a life of their own till I was whipping my long 
blond hair about my head, chanting, "Shoot your load, shoot 
your load," till a stream of cum ran from my dick.  "You 
bastard," I whined.  "Next one." David continued pounding 
me as my shitter quivered.  "Yeah, fuck me.  Yeah. Fuck me. 
Fuck me so good like the stud you fucking are. Your little boy 
whore loves your cock like that. Right in his ass. Take a good 
look at it sliding in and out of me and imagine what it 
would look like slamming in and out of me. Oh, fuck. Oh, 
fuck. Dah-dah-daddy!" My pussy began to spasm and I went 
limp as David shot his seed inside of me. "I'm a good slut, 
Mommy."
 
"Get out, Sean. Go somewhere."
 
"Not yet." I smiled. David rose from the bed and I fell before 
him as he began to speak and let him explain to my mother 
what had happened as I lifted his spent dick gently between 
my fingers, examining it for traces of my own shit and 
finding very few. I felt the hot skim pass through my lips 
into my warmer mouth and nursed on it quietly, wrapping 
it in my tongue and gently caressing it as I softly sucked, 
relishing the nastiness of sucking Mommy's boyfriend's cock 
after it had been in my ass, right in front of her, while her 
boyfriend tried to talk his way out of fucking me. And I 
relished the sense of duty too, knowing I had to clean his 
cock of my pussy's filth to show my gratitude for the 
outlandish fucking he'd tossed me. David stirred to life in 
my mouth and I held him fast with my gentle, kissing 
cocksucking as Mommy began to cry. My eyes narrowed with 
pleasure. I wasn't going to stop until he made me.
 
"David, David, David," Mommy wailed.
 
"Lily, it's just that I . . . Fucking Christ." I grabbed the back of 
his thighs and started rocking him into my face as his ass-
fucker slithered to the back of my mouth, thickening. I 
wanted his cum so bad, to take him, to own part of him 
forever . . . Or until I shat it out like the jizz moistening the 
inner cheeks that David would part again to find a home for 
his dick. 
 
"He's my son, my baby, you fucking whore."
 
Both of us were probably wondering which was the whore, 
but that didn't matter as much as getting a bigger cock in my 
mouth. I pulled my mouth back and David bucked forward. 
My zealousness increased but at 38, he simply couldn't grow 
hard again yet. I almost chuckled when he put a hand on 
the back of my head to fuck my face, almost except for the 
half-hard cock pressing against the back of my throat for 
entry. God, he had a monster. Porn-star sized, not record-
setting, but big. I knew I had to get my mommy to stay in the 
room, so I reached down and started jerking off. I grew hard 
quickly and mewled and moaned around the face-fucking, 
cumslut-gratifying, nectar-oozing, boy-boinking dickmeat 
that had just rendered my asshole well-fucked and was now 
bringing me to the most delicious orgasm.
 
"Sean!!!!!!!!" My mother screamed.
 
David took his hand off my head but, before he could stop 
me from bringing him off, I pulled my head off his cock 
until it rested on my outstretched tongue before my open 
mouth. The sight was too much for him to give up.  "I, I, I . . . 
" I smiled very widely, kissed his cockhead, then opened 
wide again for his seed, which sprayed all over my face.
 
"Go!" Mommy wailed.  "Get out."
 
"I'd like to spend a week with David," I told her. "I don't 
think he minds."
 
"I'll kill you!!" She shrieked. "I'll call the cops."
 
I wiped the jizz from my face and sat on the edge of the bed. 
Using as lube to climax with, I smiled. "I turn 17 at 
midnight. You forgot." I doubled over in orgasm.
 
"Happy birthday, Sean," David supplied.
 
"Yeah. Thanks," I answered, my head clearer.  "I'll get some 
things."
 
"Fuck both of you."
 
"I think I'm leaving now," David said, pulling his clothes on.
 
I dressed as well and followed him downstairs, past Mommy, 
who slapped him hard and beat at his back till we reached 
the stairwell.
 
"We still love you, Mommy. Maybe we'll have you over for 
dinner late next week."
 
"Why?" she asked, weeping again.
 
"Because he was yours and now he's mine." I shrugged. 
"You're not going to win him back like this."
 
David groaned at the foot of the stairs. "Stop being cute and 
get your ass in the car?"
 
"My cute ass?"
 
"Whatever."
 
We chatted constantly on the way to David's. "Do you think 
I'm gay?"
 
"How did it feel?"
 
"It was a relief. I have my own toy, I play with my ass all the 
time. Getting a cock up there was wonderful."
 
"Do you even have to ask?"
 
"But I don't want to be gay."
 
"Do you like girls?"
 
"They're too hard. I mean, I'm just looking for fun, and I 
haven't fallen in love, and girls are just not worth putting in 
the hours for."
 
"I think the real question is whether you liked sucking my 
dick."
 
"No. Not much. I'll do it again and see if I can develop a taste 
for it." I smiled. "There's just one thing. You can't make me 
cum. I want my Mommy to do that." David looked at me with 
raised eyebrows. "You can fuck me in the shower though."
 
He laughed. "We'll see what we can do, squirt." He put a 
hand on my leg and squeezed.
 
David jumped in the shower when we got to his place and I 
began snooping around. There was a bottle of pills and a bag 
of pot in his nightstand. I packed a bowl and hit it twice. 
Wandering in his walk-in closet, I found a sheer white lace 
nightie that did not belong to my mother. I stripped and put 
it on. There was a ribbon on the hanger with it that broke 
into two ribbons, about a foot long at either end. I finished 
the bowl and tied my feet with the two ribbons at one end 
and managed to tie my hands behind my back with the two 
ribbons at the other, finishing well before the water cut off. I 
lay there, considering the mechanics of things, wondering if 
I should have tied my hands in front of me. David came out 
of the shower, toweling off, saw the spent pipe, saw me, and 
smiled. "You fucked up," he said and sat beside me running 
his hands over the negligee massaging my skin lightly 
through it till I grew hard. He rolled me on my back, with 
my hands bound beneath me, and lifted the hem of my 
nightie, touching my shaved balls, massaging my penis.
 
"Please, please, please," I whined. "Please don't." My dick 
throbbed in his hand, rock hard. "Nooooo . . . " He leaned 
down and licked my balls, causing me to buck on the bed, as 
he jerked me off, then started sucking.  "No, my clitty. Don't. 
Don't suck my dick." He stopped sucking and began bathing 
it with his tongue, rolling it from side to side, grazing his 
lips along the top of it, tonguing it for long minutes. "David, 
baby, you can suck it now. You can suck my clitty." And his 
mouth engulfed me. I had never had a blowjob before and 
had expected something different. I expected to feel the 
details of what his mouth was doing, but all I felt was soft, 
wet warmth. Drifting in the haze of my high, I let him suck 
me as I whined. "Baby feels so good now. Baby feels so good 
with her clitty in your mouth. Finger me. Finger me!! Finger 
my pussy."  I screamed when I felt his finger enter my ass. 
Instead of massaging me, he thrust it in and out. Then two 
fingers. I whined and bucked under him, allowing him to 
ravage my boyhood with his mouth and tongue. When I 
came, I thought I would never stop. I thought I would never 
grow sore. He seemed to sense it and backed off, then kissed 
me goodnight. Cutting the lights off, he climbed into to bed, 
unfastened my hands and held me as I drifted off to sleep, 
my head abuzz with marijuana and what I worried was 
love.
 
I woke before David. We had remained close during the night 
and I felt his morning erection right where I wanted it, or 
very nearly so. I was loose after the night before and was 
willing to bet my spit and mucus would be enough, but 
there wasn't any sense in taxing him, so I slid out from 
under his arm and shuffled into the other room with bound 
ankles. I pulled up some cartoons on television just to be cute 
and waited, and waited. I began touching myself, being very 
vocal. David peered around the corner, half clothed, with a 
smile on his face. "Well, aren't you a bundle of steam?"
 
"I wanna cum."
 
He sat in an arm chair.  "Come here. Sit in my lap."
 
I frowned and lifted my bound ankles.
 
"Not yet. First I'm going to talk about work, then I'll argue 
down your political opinions."
 
"You're probably a liberal."
 
"I view liberals as compromisers. I'm a socialist. Or I could 
jerk you off." 
 
"Number three, please!!"
 
I scampered over to his lap and rolled my head into his 
shoulder with my legs hanging off his.
 
"Did you know that all properties of a material are 
dependent upon its electron density?" He asked as he slid two 
fingers into my ass.
 
"Oh, God, please don't."
 
He chuckled. "Does your pussy feel good this morning, Sean?"
 
"It feels great, honey. I love the way you do that. I want you to 
fingerfuck me all day. I can feed you grapes like some great 
Greek God while you play with my asshole."
 
"You are so irresistible." He leaned down and kissed me and I 
moaned into his mouth. My tongue darted through his. I 
fucked it in and out as he caressed it with his mouth while 
he pumped his fingers in and out of my hole. I thrashed in 
his lap, writhing in pleasure, waiting for it to end, dreading 
it. But it didn't. For an eternity we kissed while he fingered 
me until at last, I broke our embrace and spun to wrap my 
bound ankles around his neck. I locked my heels and draped 
down his torso, my head hanging off his knees. His hand 
hadn't left my boy pussy and when he started pumping 
again, I bucked my hips. His hand enveloped the head of my 
dick and I screamed. 
 
"David! Don’t fucking do that so good! I want to stop fucking 
cumming."
 
"Never again? Because you haven't yet." He smiled down at 
me.
 
"David, you're screwing my ass!!!"
 
"I always like rubbing a girl's clit while I play with her 
pussy."
 
"My fucking clit?!! Fuck, David, you've got cumming to your . 
. . Need. God, I love it. I love the need in you. Play with my 
pussy, David? Bring me off? Make your little girl cum?"
 
"I'd love to make you cum, babydoll."
 
"Thank you, thank you." Another wave of intensity overtook 
me. "Fuck. Daddy. Fuck me with your fucking hands."
 
"You filthy whore. Do you really like a man's finger's in 
your pussy. Your horny cunt can't be satisfied can it?"
 
"No, no." There were tears in my eyes.
 
"You better believe that, slut. You'd better believe that you 
need servicing like a whore, that your clit aches for a man's 
touch all the time."
 
"It doesn't."
 
"You know better than do disagree. How does daddy's little 
cocksucker feel about getting fingerfucked?"
 
"No . . . " I whined.
 
"Shake that ass for me, buck those hips, you cunt whore."
 
"I played a good . . " I let off and cried as David began to 
speak.
 
"Played a good game, yes you did. But Daddy knows his little 
whore for the fuck rag she is. And he knows she needs this, 
needs him, to make you feel so good. Don't you know that 
Daddy wants you to feel good? Daddy loves his little whore-
angel. You'll always feel safe with me, you'll always know I 
love my baby girl, that I want my baby girl to cum more 
than anything on this Earth. Can you do that? Can you cum 
for your fucking Daddy?"
 
"Daddy!" I cried, mouth agape, tears on my cheeks. I panted 
as my fuck-glut continued for minutes.
 
"If Daddy's good girl cums, she gets to suck his cock."
 
"Oh, Daddy!"
 
"Fucking cum, angel. You beautiful fucking whore." 
 
I came, but "Mommy" was the word shrieking through my 
head as I shot cum all over my chest. A streamer landed on 
my chin and I lifted my head and gazed dazedly into 
David's placid-pools-of-brown eyes as I licked it off while 
he continued to finger my pussy through the last of its 
spasms.

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