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Fatherly Guidance part 2 by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)
***
A reunion with her estranged father results in something
unexpected.
***
I think my reputation intimidated the guys Vicksburg Middle
School. They were friendly and polite, but no one asked me out.
There was one guy that I thought was cute and tried to talk to
him but he called me a skank and walked away. It hurt me for a
while but I got over it. If he didn't want me, there's plenty of
other guys who did.
I missed my period in December and again in January and I knew
why. My life seemed to be spiraling out of control. I was
smoking over a pack of cigarettes a day, smoking pot and drinking
every day, shoplifting whenever I wanted something, doing Ecstasy
every weekend at parties and at times snorting coke just to keep
up with all the demands from guys wanting to hook up.
I couldn't go anywhere without guys coming on to me. Our phone
rang constantly from guys looking for me and guys would show up
at our door at all hours wanting me. Rachael assured me that was
a good thing, but I had my doubts.
I had literally gallons of sperm shot into or onto my body for
months and now that I was a "three hole whore", I was able to
fuck even more guys, with Rachael's help that is. She coached
me, encouraged me and guided me in ways no one could possibly
imagine.
At times when I was too exhausted to continue gang fucking guys,
she'd be there to support and cheer me on. It also helped when
she tapped out a line or two of coke to give me a second wind.
As strange as it appears now, it seemed perfectly normal then.
Rachael and I continued our "mission" to fuck every guy we could
until February when she told me her father was being transferred
to California. That crushed me. My soul mate, my partner in
crime and my on-going lover was leaving me.
The day before she left we went to one last big party together.
She wanted to leave with a bang and there was a ton of guys
there. The bang she wanted ended up being a gang bang for me and
I was fucked senseless for hours. She of course was on her
period again and couldn't fuck but she sure sucked a lot, keeping
the guys on deck hard.
It was after 3 AM when we got out of there and headed to her
house. We knew my mom would be home and didn't want to show up
smelling like a whore house in case she was awake. Besides we
already told her I was spending the night with Rachael.
After I got cleaned up we sat on the floor in her bedroom to
talk. The movers had been there earlier and removed all the
furniture and all we had to sit on was a blanket. We laughed and
talked for a while and then she kissed me and told me she loved
me.
That made me feel good and strange at the same time. "I want to
tell you something, but you gotta promise not to be mad, okay?"
"Rachael, you're my best friend. We're practically sisters. I
could never be mad at you."
"I want to show you something," she said standing up. I watched
as she slowly striped. I'd seen her breasts hundreds of times
but until then I never realized I'd never seen her fully naked.
She pulled her panties down and there was something strange
there. It wasn't a vagina or a cock. There was something there
pulled between her legs with two small, brown quail eggs next to
it.
Reaching behind her, she pulled something out of her ass hole and
a fleshy nub that resembled a shrunken cock hung between her
legs. There was band attached to it behind the head and it was
tethered to a golf ball-sized ball.
"Rachael, what's going on? What's this all about?" I was very
confused and couldn't stop staring at it.
"It's what I wanted to tell you." I looked at it for a full
minute, trying to make sense of all of it. It was maybe three
inches long and very thin, maybe from being pulled all the time
by the ball or something.
"I've been taking hormones for over three years now. As you can
see I was born a boy, but I'm really a girl on the inside." She
paused and knelt in front of me. My eyes followed the cocklet
still attached to the ball and chain. "My dad is going to pay
for my sex change operation when I turn 18."
This was too much. I'd known Rachael for almost a year and to me
she was a girl. She looked and acted like a girl. I've seen her
in bathing suits and tight shorts and never saw what I'm seeing
now. I was totally blown away by this.
She reached out and touched my hand, snapping me out of my stare.
"Don't be mad at me, okay?"
"What, ur, why did you do this?"
"What can I say? I'm a full blown slut," she said laughing. "I
really want to fuck but when guys find out I've got a cock, I'm
lucky to get away without having my ass kicked. I needed a
surrogate pussy."
"A what?!" I'd never heard of that before.
"A surrogate pussy. Like when a woman can't have a baby and she
has someone else do it for her. It's really her baby but it's in
someone else's belly. That's how it is for you and me. It's
your pussy but I'm the one doing all the fucking."
In an odd sort of way that kind of made sense. Maybe it was her
months of manipulations or the fact I had taken E, did two lines
of coke at the party and drank several beers, but what she said
made perfect sense. I wasn't the slut, she was. She was only
using my pussy because she didn't have one.
We talked more about her life. She now felt more comfortable
talking to me about her "secret" and how hard it was being horny
all the time and not able to come. The hormones she's taking
made her penis useless. She couldn't get hard and couldn't come
and having tons of teenage hormones coursing around her body made
her permanently insatiable.
I felt sorry for her and we hugged and kissed and for the first
time ever, we ate each other at the same time. No matter what I
did, the cocklet never got hard and was like a wet noodle the
entire time. We fell asleep holding each other. Her father woke
us up around noon and we said our good byes.
****
I swore off sex. I was pregnant again and just like the first
time, I had no idea who the father was. Now that my motivator
was gone, I didn't have the urge to fuck anymore. I didn't
answer the phone or the door when guys came over. School became
my safe haven from the relentless onslaught of guys wanting sex.
I wore longer dresses, pulled my hair up in a bun and no longer
wore makeup. I shut myself inside my house whenever I wasn't in
school for fear of guys coming for me. I tried to say no
whenever they caught me, but I was too weak and with a little
persistence, I always gave in.
Even going to check the mail box became a major production as
guys in the neighborhood would flock around me as soon as I
stepped outside. I always gave in, no matter how loud my gut was
screaming to run away. It never was just one either. As soon as
word got out they were queued up at my door like the homeless in
line at the soup kitchen.
I avoided going out at all after the second time it happened. As
soon as school let out, I rushed home the back way to avoid
seeing anyone. My mother seemed totally oblivious to everything
in my life and never commented about my sudden lifestyle change.
In late March, she did notice my bulging stomach.
We had a heart to heart talk. She wanted to know the boy's name
who impregnated me. I made up a name and said he lived in
another town and we met at a party back in November. She bought
the story and made an appointment for me at the clinic.
****
"Are you back again?" the nurse asked when my name was called. I
froze and my mother stared at me. "Didn't you read _ANY_ of the
pamphlets we gave you last time?" I wanted to crawl inside a
hole and die. I couldn't look at my mom and watched as the nurse
flipped through my file.
"I see the doctor gave you a prescription for birth control pills
back in October. Are you still taking them?" she asked looking
at me. I knew I was dead. Slowly I shook my head no. I was
embarrassed to get them filled and afraid of what would happen if
my mother found them.
They took us into a room just like the one last time and took
some blood and had me sit there and wait for the doctor. As soon
as the door closed mother was in my face. "What's going on,
Debra?" She never called me that unless she's really pissed. I
guess this would count.
I didn't know what to say and stared at the floor while she
yelled at me. She sat tapping her foot as the doctor did the
exam. She was quiet on the ride home but as soon as the front
door was closed, she flayed into me. I never felt so stupid my
whole life.
She was hoarse by the time she sent me to my room with the
knowledge that I was grounded for a month. A lot of good that
would do as she's never home to enforce it. I really needed a
smoke and sat on my window ledge.
They didn't do the abortion and we had to reschedule it for the
next week. My mother literally dragged me by my arm to the
clinic that following Wednesday. She was still angry at me and
just kept reminding me that I was "only 13-years- old and far too
young to even be thinking about sex, let alone having it." If
she only knew.
I almost passed out when they began talking about STDs to us.
The doctor informed my mother that last time I was there I was
treated for syphilis and gonorrhea and would have to be retreated
for that because I had contracted them again. In addition to
that, I also had Chlamydia, and Hepatitis B.
To say the least my mother was horrified. They did the abortion,
gave me a treatment and instructed me to return for further
treatments. Again I had to fill out the form listing my past
partners and I stared at the paper for a long time with my mother
breathing down my neck.
"Fill it in," she ordered glaring down at me.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not sure who most are."
"What do you mean 'most'?"
"I never really knew alotta the guys."
"Just how many guys are we talking about?" I looked at the floor
and shrugged my shoulder. "I asked you a question young lady."
"I'm not sure," I said not lifting my eyes. I suddenly felt very
ashamed.
"Is it like 20 or 25 different boys?" I shook my head. "MORE?!"
I nodded. "50?" I shrugged my shoulders. "MORE?" I nodded.
"Oh, my God, Debra Ann Breaux, what's gotten into you? You've
had sex with over 50 different boys?! I thought I taught you
better than that. Do you know what that will do to you
reputation around here? You'll never live that down..." I tuned
her out as she began her lecture on life in a small town.
I sat quietly as she berated me and came right out and called me
a whore without saying the words. I didn't have the heart to
tell her the truth on how many guys I'd actually had sex with. It
was best that she think it was "only about 50 guys" even though
at my peak, I was going through more than that every week.
Even on the drive home she talked at me about everything I was
doing wrong. As soon as we got home I ran to my room and closed
the door. I knew I fucked up and I didn't need her yelling at
me. I hadn't had sex in almost a month and it's been over six
weeks since my last joint and I really could use one. I opened
my window and lit a Kool cigarette.
I was angry. Angry at myself but more angry at Rachael. Pulling
my clothes off I stared between my legs at the source of my
problems. "Why are you such a whore?!" I yelled down. Balling
up my fist, I punched my pussy as hard as I could.
"There, Rachael, I hope you felt that!" I said falling back
reeling in the pain I had just inflected. After a few minutes
the stinging diminished and I sat back up.
Grabbing the outer lips, I pulled on them, stretching them as far
as I could stand. "I hate you, Rachael," I screamed down at the
opened hole. "You are a worthless piece of shit, you know that?"
It didn't really make sense to do that, but it felt good to get
it out. Some how I saw my pussy as Rachael and by unleashing my
anger on "her", I felt better.
I pulled out my diary and began writing what had happened. My mom
bought it for me as a present Christmas before last. The first
six months was pretty boring but then I met Rachael and all hell
broke loose. I turned to the page where I first wrote about her.
It was May 16th. On June 20th I wrote about my first blow job.
The next entry was very long as I tried to explain how, and why,
I lost my virginity in the back of a van to five guys I didn't
know. From then on sex entries filled every page. There were
gaps sometimes as I forgot to write about things for a day or two
but almost everyday had an entry.
I was curious about how many guys I'd actually fucked. It never
bothered me before but after all this shit that happened at the
clinic, I wanted to know. There was no way to get a true number
as most parties it was like an assembly line of guys coming and
going and often the room was full of people.
I'd remember seeing familiar faces and knew several had fucked me
before. Often times I never saw their faces as someone was
blocking my view. Keeping count was a problem especially after a
few drinks and most of the time I just didn't try. Sometimes I
forgot what number I was on.
Rachael was pretty good at keeping count and often told me all
about it the next day. Taking out a notebook, I started making
hash marks for every time I had sex. By the time I reached my
first Christmas party my hands were shaking and I felt sick to my
stomach.
One side of the page was full of lines and I had turned it over
just before my Thanksgiving entries. By mid January I was
already half way down my second page. I didn't want to know any
more. Closing my diary I leaned my head back and tried to make
sense of it all.
Before I met Rachael I was a straight A student. I would get
"Citizen of the Month" awards often, was always considered the
teacher's pet, was vice president two years ago for my class and
never once got into trouble.
I felt dirty and took a shower before going to bed. That night
was restless for me as dreams fill my sleep. It was dark but I
could hear people all around me, feel them next to me. Hands
were touching me but I couldn't move away. My head was in a fog
and when I tried walking I would step in slippery puddles.
As my eyes focused I could see men. Lots of men everywhere but I
couldn't see their faces, only their naked bodies and they all
had large, erect penises. I cried out and sat up as the first
huge penis penetrated me.
I was alone in my room, my heart racing, sweat dripping from my
face. It felt as if someone was standing on my chest as catching
my breath was difficult. I went for some water and sat watching
TV until I fell asleep again around 4 AM.
****
I began calling my pussy Rachael and spoke to her as if the real
Rachael was still here. A week later I got a clean bill of
health after several shots and pills. My mother still wouldn't
allow me out of the house and I really didn't want to go. The
"old" Debbie was gone. One good thing was that she had them put
some thing inside my arm to keep me from getting pregnant. It's
supposed to last five years and I would be 18 by then.
That Saturday I was feeling very bored when the door bell rang.
It was another one of the guys I used to fuck and he was pretty
persistent with the ringing. I hid in my room. The phone rang
about 100 times over the two hours since mom left for work.
I had to get out of the house. I'd been cooped up in here for
what seemed like weeks and was going crazy. I rode my bike a
while, not really going any place, just going some place. A few
horns blow, several guys shouted, and many wolf whistles reminded
me of who I was before. I silently cursed Rachael.
I stopped my bike and stared at the house I was parked in front
of. It was Gary's, the guy we used to get pot from. My first
white guy. I hadn't smoked pot since Rachael left. Nor had I
drank, shoplifted or snuck out to party. I should have kept
going, but I didn't. I found myself knocking on his door.
"Hey, shorty, where ya been?" he asked swinging the door opened
wide.
"Around," I said standing there like a lump, still not sure I
should be there.
"Where's your friend?"
"She moved away."
"So it's just you now, huh?" I nodded. "Come on in," he said
stepping aside for me. Walking in I could smell the familiar
scent of pot and closed my eyes to enjoy it. He gave me a gentle
push and I walked into the next room and saw two other guys
sitting on his couch.
"This is Snake and Lupe," he said walking past me. "This is, uh,
I'm sorry, what's your name again?" he asked looking at me.
"Debbie," I said almost at a whisper.
"Oh yea, that's right, deep throat Debbie," he said with a big
smile sitting in a chair next to the couch.
"Huh? What did you say?"
He smirked and turned to the two guys. "That's what everyone
calls her around here. You should see why." he said winking at
me. I was still standing there, debating with myself if I should
run out or not.
"Come have a seat," the one called Snake said patting the empty
space between them. He had a shaven head, wore a sleeveless
shirt and jeans and had on dark sun glasses. The other guy had
on a black shirt and jeans and was covered with tattoos.
Gary lit a joint and handed it to Lupe who then handed it
directly to me. "Take a hit," he said smiling. I put it to my
lips and sucked hard. It had been so long and I really needed
that. My head began to float and I suddenly felt relaxed. I
tried to pass it to Snake but he said it was for me. Smiling I
put it back to my mouth and smoked the entire thing in about a
minute. It felt great.
"What can I do for you, babe?" Gary asked once the pot made me
start to giggle.
"I, uh, was hoping to, um, get some, you know, stuff," I bubbled
out between giggles. That was some good shit he had.
"How much you got?" he said leaning back, putting his laced hands
behind his head.
"What do you mean?"
He leaned forward. "I mean money. That shit ain't free. You
gotta pay if you want it."
"I uh, don't have any money." I said suddenly feeling stupid for
thinking I could just walk in here and he'd hand me a bag for
free.
"That's okay," Snake said putting his arm around me. "I think we
can work something out. I looked over at Gary and he had that
grin on his face that I couldn't stand. A hand on my leg brought
my attention back.
Looking at my lap I saw the dark hand of Lupe making it's way up
my thigh. I was wearing jeans so it didn't touch me directly,
but it still sent chills down my spine. Gary stood up and pulled
his shirt off.
Snake pulled me closer to him and began kissing my neck while his
hand grabbed my left breast. Lupe's fingers were trying to dig a
hole into the crotch of my pants and in a blink of an eye, Gary
was standing in front of us with his pants around his ankles.
"I'm going first, it's my shit," he said dropping to his knees
and trying to unbutton my pants. The other two backed away while
he fought with my zipper.
I hadn't even agreed to do it, but they were all over me. Sitting
made it impossible to get my zipper down so he had me lift my
ass. It took about five seconds for me to respond but when I
did, I knew I had resigned myself to do what they wanted.
Gary was first and had his cock inside of me as soon as I was
naked. He was hard and felt surprisingly odd. It had been a
while since anything had been in there and I wasn't very wet.
That didn't seem to bother him as he pounded away on top of me.
Snake's cock was pushing against my lips, wanting inside of my
mouth. I knew he'd keep trying until I gave in, so I started
sucking him. It wasn't long before he was shoving it to the back
of my mouth. "Let's see why they call you `deep throat Debbie',"
he said with a snort.
I was out of practice but like riding a bike, I got right back
into it. He was about eight inches long and had a fat, purple
head so it gagged me a few times, but I was able to take it
completely inside my mouth until his balls rested on my nose.
Gary came and got off of me. Only a brief moment passed before I
felt the weight of Lupe replacing him. Snake liked "fucking" my
throat and kept doing that until Lupe came and got off.
"It's my turn now," Snake said pulling his cock out of my mouth
and moving between my legs. He slid in without any problem and
was quickly pounding away at me.
I'm not sure if it was the pot or the excitement or the fact that
I hadn't had sex or even orgasmed for weeks but I started
responding to his thrusts and matched him head on.
"YESSSSsssssss," I hissed, "fuck 'er, fuck 'er harder." It was
my voice, but sounded like what Rachael would always say.
Opening my eyes, I looked around, half expecting to see Rachael
standing there looking down at me.
"Fuck Rachael," I called out. "Fuck the whore good!"
"Who's Rachael?" I heard Lupe ask.
"I think it's her pussy," Gary replied chuckling.
That's right, I thought. It's Rachael's pussy getting fucked,
not mine. She's the slut, not me. "Fuck the whore!" I heard
myself call out as I bucked harder and faster under Snake.
"Damn, that girl's a freak," I heard Lupe say as Snake held my
ass cheeks to keep me from throwing him off of me.
"Fuck Rachael, fuck Rachael!" I chanted several times before he
suddenly stopped and stayed still on top of me. I didn't even
feel him come, but knew he had.
He stayed totally still a few minutes to catch his breath before
easing off of me. "Damn, baby, you're quite a fuck," he said
kissing me before rolling onto the floor, panting.
Gary was sitting in the chair, smoking a cigarette and Lupe was
standing over me smiling. "Can I fuck 'er again?" he asked to no
one in particular but Gary said that he didn't care.
"I'm gunna fuck Rachael really good," he said with a grunt
getting on me again. He wasn't a big as Snake so I had a hard
time feeling him. Several minutes passed with him burrowing his
way into my womanhood before he said the magic words. "How does
Rachael like my dick, eh?"
My eyes rolled back, my toes curled and my back arched as the
biggest orgasm I'd had in months racked my body. I cried out, my
fingers clutching at his back and my pussy spasmed over and over
again. Rachael came and he soon followed.
We were both sweating and panting like dogs as he slowly got off
of me. I expected one of the other guys to fuck me again, but
neither did. Snake helped me up and to get dressed while Gary
went into his bedroom. He returned with a sandwich baggie of pot
and handed it to me.
"You were great," he said falling back down in the seat. My head
was still spinning and I sat there looking at the three of them.
"Well?" Gary said staring over at me. "What 'cha waiting for?
You got what you wanted now get the fuck out."
Rachael was still tingling and I could feel the wetness of their
come soaking my panties. Slowly I rose and headed for the door.
"Anytime you need more, just let me know," Gary called out as I
opened it. I turned to him and grimaced.
I took the long way home, wanting to avoid the cat calls and
comments I got on my way there. One side of the street was
closed for repairs and the workers were out there with big trucks
and machines fixing something. I waited, watching and feeling a
burning in my groan. Rachael was calling.
The four loads of come I had inside was smashed against my pubs,
smeared down my legs and made my panties stick to me. Without
thinking, I reached inside my jeans and pulled my cum soaked
panties out from my crack. It felt better, but I was still gooey
and sopping wet.
Looking up, I noticed several of the workmen staring at me and
one slapped another guy on the back and said something to him.
They all turned to watched me, smiling. That's when I realized
that I still had my hand down the front of my pants.
Yanking it out, I got on my bike and paddled away, wondering what
they were thinking. I laughed. The slut Debbie and Rachael
would have gone over there and talked to them, maybe even ended
up fucking them. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" I asked looked
down at my crotch.
A long, loud car horn right in front of me broke my thoughts. I
was in the middle of the street with a car just inches from me.
I turned my wheel hard and fell to the side. I'd ridden out into
the street without looking and was almost hit. A tall man
wearing a tie rushed out and asked if I was alright.
His car didn't even hit me, but he seemed concerned. He helped
me get up and walked my bike to the other side of the street. I
was shaken a little, but alright besides that. "You're sure
you're okay?" he asked again. I nodded. He helped me up.
"I'm Michael, what's your name?"
"Debbie."
"Hi, Debbie, nice to meet you," he said smiling. "I think you
dropped this," he added handing me the Ziploc bag of pot. My
heart stopped. "Don't worry, I smoke too," he said winking. That
made me feel a little better. "I'd like to give you a call
sometime, maybe we can smoke together."
I wasn't in the mood just then but he seemed nice. "Here's my
card, why don't you give me a call and maybe we can just hang
out." I nodded and took the card, shoving it into my back
pocket. I got back on my bike and headed home. After about a
block, I glanced back to see him still watching me. I smiled.
"You want to fuck him, don't you Rachael?" I said stopping my
bike. "You are such a slut!" Looking back I saw him sitting in
his car looking in my direction. I turned around and headed back
his way.
I watched as he pulled off the street into an empty lot full of
trees and bushes. He pulled about half way in and waited until I
reached him. The driver's window was down when I pulled next to
him. "Still wanna smoke?"
"Shit yea," he said. "Hop in." Going around to the passenger
side I got in smiling. The windows were closed up and I could
see him sniffing the air like a dog. Pulling out the bag I
grabbed a few leaves and spread them out on the paper before
rolling. "You're pretty good at that," he said as I licked the
paper to keep it together.
I lit it and took the first hit before handing it to him. He
took a long drag and gave it back. A few more passes and it was
gone and we were giggling. He was nice looking but a little
older than most of the guys I'd fucked before. Maybe not the
oldest, but not far from it.
He kissed me and I kissed him back. I felt his hand on my breast
and mine found his bulge. A few minutes later his slacks were
pulled down and his erection was sticking straight up. I lowered
my mouth to it and he moaned.
After a while he wanted to fuck so I leaned back and unbuttoned
my jeans, allowing him to pull them down. My panties came off
with them and when he saw the slimy mess and dried come all over
me, he stopped pulling them down.
"Damn, what the fuck?"
"Rachael likes to fuck."
"Who's Rachael?"
"She is," I said patting my pussy. He smiled.
"Well, I don't think I can put my dick in Rachael right now, not
like that." I sat up and pulled my shirt off, wiping off the
gummy goo. She looked cleaner, but was still a mess. "Maybe just
a blow job then, okay?"
I looked in his brown eyes and saw the disappointment. He wanted
to fuck Rachael but she was too full of come for him right now.
"What about my ass, it's clean," I said smiling.
"Huh? You do anal?" I nodded and turned over showing him my
butt. "Damn, fine and kinky, my kinda woman." We both laughed.
It had been a while since I had anything back there so it burned
at first but I didn't let him know that. After a few minutes he
was pounding hard into me and Rachael loved it.
****
Twenty minutes later I was turning down my street almost home. I
was sore and sitting on the bike seat made it worse, but it
didn't matter. My panties were too wet to put back on so he kept
them. I didn't care and neither did Rachael.
There was a strange car in our drive way and I stopped before
reaching home. Someone was leaving from our front door. It was
Marcus, one of my regular fucks from when I was a slut. He
disappeared about a month before Rachael moved away and I never
heard from him since. He saw me and waved.
"Hi," I said pulling into our drive way. "Where you been?"
"I got busted a few months ago. Just got out. Thought I'd come
by and see you."
"See me or fuck me?"
"Either. Both."
At least he was honest about it. "Come on in," I said unlocking
the door. We sat on the sofa and I got us a soda. "What'd you
get busted for?"
"Burglary mostly."
We talked for a bit before I pulled out my bag of pot and asked
if he wanted some. That was a dumb question. We smoked, we made
out and within 30 minutes of letting him in, I was on my back
with him thrusting inside of Rachael.
I don't know if he didn't notice the condition she was in or if
he didn't care, but he had been in jail of three months and I was
the first piece of ass he had since and he showed it. We fucked
twice and then he left, promising to see me again soon.
I was petting Rachael after he left when the phone rang. I
didn't even check the id and reached for it. It was Max and he
was wondering what I'd been up to. I made up a lame story about
leaving town for a while but I was back. He wanted to come over
and I said okay smiling down at Rachael.
I went to the bathroom then cleaned up, when I heard the door
bell ring. I smiled. Max must have driven like a crazy person
to get here that fast. Putting on my mother's silk robe, I went
to the door and pulled it open.
Tony and Lee were standing there and both whistled when they saw
me. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you," Tony said. I knew what they wanted. It's
what every guy wants from me. They didn't even give me the
chance to invite them in and both brushed past me into our home.
"You guys can't stay, I'm expecting someone soon."
"We won't be long," Tony said sitting on the sofa where Marcus
and I just fucked.
"That is unless you want us to," Lee added sitting next to him. I
rolled my eyes. I knew they wouldn't leave until they got what
they wanted and the sooner they got it, the sooner they'd leave.
"Alright, but you gotta hurry," I said dropping the robe as I
approached them. They didn't seem to have a problem with that. I
sucked one while the other sawed into me and then they switched.
Afterwards Tony lay on the sofa and I got on top of him and Lee
pushed me onto his chest, getting behind me.
I'd done DPs many times so I knew what to do. Just as we got our
rhythm going the door bell rang. "Looks like your dates here."
Tony said with a laugh. A minute later it rang again. Another
minute passed and there was a knock at the door.
I could feel Lee coming in my ass about this time but Tony was
still thrusting upward into me. Lee backed away and began
dressing and watched as Tony finished. The phone rang and I saw
the ID say it was Max. I answered.
"Don't leave, I'll be right there," I panted before hanging up
the phone. Tony finally came and pushed me off. I watched as he
dressed and both headed for the door.
"We'll let your boyfriend in for you," he said reaching the door.
"Enjoy the sloppy seconds," he said walking out past Max.
-end part 2-
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