Chapter 20 - HE'S BAAACK!
(Mg, voy, foot, oral, anal, rough)
Warts comes back for another go at Bunny...
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I don't know how long I slept sort of draped over the ottoman with my knees on the floor, only that I was rudely woken with a stinging slap to my ass. My head shot up and I saw that it was getting dark. My, how time flies when you're having fun!
Immediately I noticed the throbbing ache in my ass. Then my view was blocked by this enormous naked man, only I didn't realize at first that he was naked because he was so hairy. The man could have passed for Sasquatch's twin! Okay, maybe not that hairy, but he was the biggest, hairiest guy I'd ever seen before. With thick dark body hair, his dark eyes set deep and a broad nose, he looked like a Neanderthal, except he wasn't hunched over and his knuckles didn't drag on the ground. I bolted upright and let out a scream. The man just laughed and wagged his huge floppy prick at me.
"Where's your manners, girl? Can't ya say hello to Warts?" Pops asked. "I know he's scary looking, but he ain't gonna hurt you. He's just come back over for another piece of ass from you."
Warts! I looked over the big man who had fucked me while blindfolded. No wonder they blindfolded me! I would've run out of Pops' house naked if I'd seen him! But where were the warts? He was hairy and ugly as sin, but his body hair wasn't that thick and I couldn't see any warts on him.
"I don't see any warts," I blurted out.
"He ain't got any warts, Bunny. Warts, that's just a nickname. Short for Schwartz," Pops explained.
"Oh..." What else could I say? And there I was blindfolded thinking that Warts was covered in warts the entire time he fucked me and that I'd have warts all over me in a week or two, even though I pushed that to the back of my mind once his thick cock began giving me rapture after rapture. And as I thought about that big dick fucking, Warts suddenly didn't seem so ugly any more. He was still ugly, but not hideously ugly covered in warts. And his dick... It was rather dark, like his hair, but he was circumcised and it was now sticking straight out.
"Sorry," I apologized sliding off the ottoman to kneel before the big man. I took his hard cock in my hand and smiling up at him I wondered how something that big could have fit in my little pussy. I also thought... 'My ass!'
Actually I didn't think much for I heard Pops say, "Suck him," and slid my lips over the fat head of his dick. I couldn't get more than just the head in my mouth, but I could taste him, taste that thick slippery salty cock juice that I had grown to love and as more and more flowed from the opening, the more and more I wanted more. I looked up at him looking down at me while I sucked that huge prick, imploring him with my eyes to take me again.
Apparently he got the message... He reached down, picked me up like I was a little kid and then sat me down on his massive hard-on.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he lowered me onto his dick until he was firmly seated and my pussy could take no more. Then he raised me and set me back down. Up, down, up, down like I didn't weigh a thing and I guess to a big bruiser like him, I probably didn't weigh anything.
After bodily jacking me on his cock for a while, Warts changed to holding me still while he bounced on the balls of his feet. With his big cock jammed against my cervix it sort of hurt every time he bounced me, that is until my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I had the most intensive rapture of that weekend. Both my pussy and my head just exploded. Bright lights and stars filled my unseeing eyes. Uncle Joe told me later that I wailed like a banshee, whatever that is.
Warts stopped bouncing and started walking around Pops house with me impaled on his dick, setting his foot down hard with each step. The abuse to my cervix when he was just bouncing on the balls of his feet was nothing like the jarring my poor pussy received with him stomping about, but I guess I lived through it, for I woke up alone in the bed I shared with Uncle Joe. It was dark, but the room was softly lit from a street light shining through the blinds.
I tried to get up, but my poor pussy hurt something awful, and I thought better of it. What if Warts was still there? Then I heard loud laughter from downstairs. I recognized Uncle Joe's voice and Pops voice and then I heard that gravelly voice of Warts. No way was I going downstairs even though I was now getting hungry. I'd had enough fucking for one day and the thought of Warts inside me again was more than enough to make me stay put.
After a while Uncle Joe staggered upstairs. He was quite drunk, flopped into bed and tried to get me to blow him. I would have too, except that he started snoring almost immediately.
I was wide awake now. I listened and didn't hear any more noise downstairs. I was really hungry by then and thirsty too, so I took a chance and slipped out of bed. God, I could barely walk!
At the top of the stairs I saw that the lights were still on downstairs. I listened for a while, but didn't hear anyone, so clinging to the stair rail in case my legs gave out, I crept down. I saw Pops, sprawled out naked on the sofa, but there was no sign of Warts. Carefully and silently I looked around, and thankfully didn't run into the hairy brute I wanted to avoid.
Reasonably certain Warts had gone home or had crawled under some rock, I made it into the kitchen. Making myself a baloney sandwich, I got some water to drink and helped myself to a pack of cookies. Baloney isn't my favorite, but I made do. Then I made it back upstairs and into bed. Next thing I knew, it was morning.
Uncle Joe was still out of it and so was Pops downstairs. I pulled out the bacon and eggs and began breakfast. So I've got an apron on and that's all, frying up the bacon when a big hand settled on my bare butt. I wasn't expecting it and I screamed. I whipped around, cooking fork at the ready and there he was, Warts!
"Didn't mean to scare you," he said in his distinctive voice. "You got any coffee?"
"Uh, no... You want me to make some?"
"Sure, if you don't mind, sweet lips," he said with a wolfish grin. "I need coffee in the worst way. And make it strong."
So I set about loading up the coffee pot and brewing up a pot of the blackest coffee ever, all the while tending to the bacon and making sure it didn't burn while he felt up my butt.
"Why don't you take that apron off so I can see you better," he said as he pulled the bow loose.
I twisted away and retied the ties, explaining, "I don't want to be splattered by hot grease."
"Okay, when you're finished frying bacon you can take it off," he said fondling himself.
I'm thinking, 'Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! He's going to do me again!' I proceeded to cook up the entire pound of bacon, a quarter of a pound at a time, delaying the inevitable. Fortunately the coffee was ready before I finished cooking bacon.
With the last batch slowly frying, I served Warts his cup of coffee. He was sitting at the table watching me playing with his enormous erection. He took the cup from me, took a sip and exclaimed, "God damn!"
"Is something the matter?"
"God almighty, girl, how much coffee did you use?"
"You said to make it strong."
"Yeah, I did. Good cup of cup."
I turned to tend to the bacon and he added, "Is that bacon done yet?" Even though the apron only covered my front, I knew what he wanted.
"Almost," I said as I began turning the bacon strips which were all but done. Removing the bacon I asked, "How do you like your eggs? Scrambled, over easy, sunny side up or flat out?"
"Three eggs sunny side up," he answered.
I cracked the three eggs into the pan of hot bacon grease and covered the skillet. In a minute or so, his eggs were ready. I plated his breakfast up and served it to him. I was relieved that he was more interested in eating than in me at the moment.
"How are your eggs?" I asked.
"Perfect," he complimented. "You're not only pretty and a good fuck, but you can cook too!" he said with a lecherous grin. Then he added, "But they would taste even better if you lose the fucking apron."
I didn't want to make him mad or anything, so I took the apron off so that he could ogle my full nudity while he ate.
"I smell bacon!" I heard Pops exclaim.
Pops appeared and looking at Warts asked, "Are you still here?"
"Yeah," Warts replied between mouthfuls of food. "Went to take a leak last night and woke up on your bathroom floor."
"You're lucky I didn't piss on you," Pops joked.
Turning to me Pops said, "You cooking breakfast." It was more statement than question.
"How do you like your eggs?"
"Over easy," he replied, "and don't overdo the yoke."
By the time I served up Pops' breakfast, Uncle Joe made it downstairs. He looked awful and went straight to the coffee pot, poured a cup and... "Good god!"
"Good coffee, huh?" called out Warts.
Holding his empty cup out Warts followed that with, "Get me another cup, Bunny."
As I reached for the cup, Warts drew it back away from me. I don't know what I was thinking because I fell for it. With his free hand he grabbed my outstretched hand at the wrist and pulled me into his bearish lap. Startled by his sudden move, I screamed.
"Shhhh," he whispered in my ear as his hand, suddenly free from holding the cup went right between my legs.
"You're real pretty, you know," he then said. "How about you and me fucking again? Wanna fuck, little girl?"
"No!" I shouted as I sprang from his lap. He wasn't really holding me or anything, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten away from him so easily.
"Oh, come on, baby. You and me... right here on the table."
"No! I'm too sore from last night!"
"You'll feel better... I know I will."
"No, just leave me alone," I told him and he did.
Uncle Joe wanted scrambled eggs, so I fixed the eggs for he and me. He sat the table and I sat in the remaining empty chair, directly across from Warts. The hairy brute grinned at me and then I felt it, his foot sliding up and between my legs to push against my vulnerable pussy.
"Leave her alone, Warts," Pops said. I guess he had X-ray vision. Warts wiggled his toes.
"I said leave her alone."
"I'm just teasing her," Warts defended as he removed his foot from my crotch. After that Warts left me alone and once he had his second cup of coffee, he dressed and left.
Of course I had to clean up and wash the dishes while Pops and Uncle Joe sat around drinking coffee and making remarks about my body. By the time I was finished doing the dishes, I was quite annoyed with Uncle Joe, especially after he told Pops that he should fuck me one more time before he had to take me home to my mama.
Pops asked me to get his bottle of Viagra and get a pill for him. I guess I could've said no, or I could've just let him take the pill, let him get all hot and bothered and then tell him no, but I didn't. I got him the blue pill and a glass of water. Half an hour later after sucking him to a hard-on he was fucking me one last time in the butt while Uncle Joe watched grinning. When Pops was finished with me, Uncle Joe wanted a go at me too, but I managed to ward him off.
After that, Uncle Joe and I had a shower and we headed home.
So, I'm minding my own business looking out the window and Uncle Joe says, "Hey, cunt, come over here and play with my dick while I drive."
That did it!
"Where do you get off calling me "cunt"!" I screamed at him. "You can play with your own dick!"
"Bunny, I'm sorry if I..."
"And you took me to Pops just to pass me around! I thought you loved me!"
"I do love you! Look, I'm sorry for calling you "cunt". And... I thought you'd enjoy having some fun this weekend. You sure looked like you were having fun."
That's when I remembered something Warts had said about me, "Worth every penny." Suddenly I got it!
"You sold me to Warts for money!" I blurted out and began pounding on Uncle Joe as he drove.
"Hey! Hey! Stop! Stop, damn it! You're gonna get us both killed!"
"You sold me!"
"No, no, no! I didn't sell your ass. Pops did."
"Pops!?"
"Yeah, he lost big at poker last week and owed Warts a lot of money. Money that Pops didn't have. He's just on Social Security you know. And he thought that maybe you could help him out. And you did!"
"You were just using me..." And with that the floodgates of tears came streaming down my cheeks. "I thought it was just going to be you and me..."
"Oh, honey, don't cry... Jesus, I'm sorry... I didn't know what Pops was up to until it was too late."
Suddenly I felt empowered. 'Oooo, I'm gonna make him pay,' I thought to myself as I stared out the window. But that just made me feel even more miserable. Why did he have to go and mess things up?
It was a long ride after that, but we were home in time for Sunday dinner at Aunt Bess'. I was feeling a little bit better by then, but I was still sore and still angry with Uncle Joe.
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