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Blindfolded,
Katie was up on all fours on the makeshift hay-bale bed, her cum-oozing pussy
lips swollen and pronounced. I mounted
her again. My dick slipped easily into
the hot wet folds of her pussy once again, this time for a fairly
energetic doggie‑style screwing.
I pounded her a good five minutes before I switched off with Sam,
letting him fuck her cunt while she sucked my dick. Then we switched back.
Leisurely
doing the old in‑and‑out, I was listening to the lurid smacking
sounds of her cum laden pussy sucking at my dick when I heard the crunching of
gravel underneath the tires of an approaching vehicle. I nodded to Sam that our guests had
arrived. I think he was somewhat
relieved as Katie was really working over his flagging organ, trying to get it
up for another fuck.
"Listen
up, slut! Hear that! They're here! Our friends are here to fuck you!"
Katie
froze, straining to make out the sounds.
The crunching noise stopped. A
car door slammed, then another and another and another. Katie's pussy quivered on my dick. Twice
more the sound of car doors slamming filled the air. Katie moaned. Her cunt clamped down on my cock as she came
in anticipation of the debauchery ahead.
"That's
it cunt, cum...cum on my dick!" I growled as I continued to slowly screw
her from behind. "Yeah, they're coming to fuck you, slut. They're coming to stick their dicks up your
pussy, up your ass, and in your mouth.
Ugh...you like the very thought of it, don't you? Yeah, baby, they're going to ravish your
pussy, and make you feel oh so good.
After today, everyone in Indian Creek will know what a cock loving slut
you are."
The
barn door opened. Sam went white as a
ghost as the hulking figure of Gib Tate, Katie's dad, strode silently into the
barn. A moment later Gib was followed
by Sam's dad, Joe Hollis and then my dad.
Sam's mouth hung open while his bladder involuntarily let go. Unaware that he was pissing on his foot, he
tried to speak, to warn me. I put my
finger to my lips for him to remain silent as Katie's dad, stonily silent,
stood right behind me. Sam started to
speak again and I gave him the look that meant "shut‑the‑fuck‑up". His panic‑filled eyes shifted from
Katie's dad to his dad to my dad, back to his dad and Katie's dad and back to
me.
To
acknowledge that I knew who was there, I looked behind me and then back to Sam,
all the while screwing Katie while our dads watched. Gib licked his lips, put his finger to lips to insure Sam's
continued silence, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Dad unbuckled his belt and Sam's dad removed his shoes. Sam silently mouthed, "Holy fucking
shit!" as he slowly realized what was to take place.
"They're
watching me fuck you, slut," I whispered.
"Soon, they'll be fucking you too.
Every one of them." Her
pussy clamped down on my dick again and she shook, moaning like a sick cat as
the pleasurable waves of orgasmic tremors coursed through her young body.
The
building excitement and squeezing of her cunt around my cock, pushed me to the
very brink and then past the point of no return. My long delayed orgasm ripped
through me. "I'm cumming slut, I'm
cumming," I spat between my teeth.
"I'm gonna shoot my...Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!
Ahhhhhh!"
Together
we plunged over the edge into an all‑enveloping universe of penultimate
pleasure. It seemed to go on and on,
each blast as good as the one before.
When at last it was over, I was still reeling, holding onto her with a
grip that left bruises on her hips, my tingling cock still caressed by the
lessening undulations of her sweet, sweet cunt as my cock wilted to flaccidity.
Gradually
my normal senses began to return. I
remember thinking that Uncle Jake was right about generating an intense orgasm
by holding off as long as possible before allowing the release of your
seed. "Fuck," I muttered
between short breaths before rudely pushing her ass to one side, letting her
flop ungracefully onto her back, exposed and vulnerable, her splayed pussy
leaking cum, the very vision of the total slut.
Catching
my breath I hoarsely whispered, "What do you think of my slut, boys? Fuckable, eh what?" The three nude older men nodded their heads
in approval, their mature cocks jutting like lances at the ready. I looked back at Sam to gauge his reaction,
no longer panicked, he was grinning ear to ear, his cock stiff and ready too.
I
moved up closer to her still blindfolded face to whisper loudly so that all could
hear. "My friends are looking at
you, slut. Looking at you naked, fresh
from a fuck, dribbling my spunk from your slut pussy. They like what they see.
They're eager to fuck their dicks into you, cum inside you, and then
fuck you again... Is that what you want?"
Katie
nodded in agreement.
"What
are you Katie?"
"I'm
a slut," she whispered.
"That's
right, you're a slut. And what are
sluts good for?"
"Fucking,"
she said barely audible.
"That's
right. Sluts are good for fucking. Now tell all my friends what you want them
to do to you?"
"Fuck
me."
"All
of them?" Katie shook her head,
'yes'.
"Okay,
they'll all take turns fucking you. Now
be a good girl and show them what a slut you are. Go on, play with yourself.
Get yourself ready for a fucking."
Katie
lewdly spread herself out to her unseen lovers, pulling on her tits, twiddling
her dripping twat. Suddenly she
stopped. She cocked her head listening,
listening to the dead silence that filled the barn. You could tell she was
confused, doubtful, doubtful that anyone was there at all. Her hand went to the blindfold and I stopped
her.
"Leave
it on until I tell you to take it off."
"But...Travis,
nobody's here. You big
faker!"
Suddenly
ten hands were on her, roaming at will across the bare skin of her nubile
body.
"Oh
my god," she squealed.
Katie
tried to count the hands, but with the constant movement she couldn't keep
track of them. As far as she knew, it
could have been twenty hands. Gib's
right hand was cupping her pussy, squeezing the sperm out her to rub into her
skin, while his left explored her tits in competition with the other eight
hands.
Gib
motioned for me to grab a leg. Without
prompting, Dad grabbed her other leg while Joe Hollis grabbed her by a
wrist. Gib motioned to Sam to take her
other wrist, but he just looked about with the stupidest expression I've ever
seen, and I had seen some dumb looks on his face. "Get her by the wrist, Sam!" I blurted. By some miracle, Sam got it and the four of
us held her spread out on the hay bed.
Again
Gib silently motioned for us to give her some slack. With her pussy wide open and completely vulnerable, I began the
spiel that I had been practicing all day.
"Look
at you Katie! Your all spread out to be
fucked by a gang of guys. You're a
naughty girl, aren't you slut? Naughty,
naughty, naughty! What would your daddy
think if he saw you now? He'd think
you're a naughty slut. You know, Katie,
I think he'd spank you. In fact I know
he'd spank you. Well, you are a naughty
slut, so before we all fuck you, you need to be punished."
At
my nod, signaling the end of my contrived speech, Gib's open hand landed smack
upon her pussy with a 'SLAP' that made me wince. Katie screamed in pain as soon as he made contact. She jerked violently, nearly ripping her
flailing leg from my hand in the process.
'SLAP!' Katie hollered
again.
"Stop! Oh, please stop!" SLAP!
"Owwww! Plaeeese! Don't..." SLAP! “Ohhhh!” ‘SLAP’
“Please gawd!” ‘SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP!’
I
cringed with each loud report announcing the contact of wet pussy flesh and her
father's hand. It hurt. It had to hurt. Katie fought fruitlessly against the four of us holding her in
bondage. She twisted and bucked, kicked
her legs and tried her best to protect herself, but the pussy spanking went on
with her pussy lips taking on a bright reddish glow.
Gib
paced and measured blows became a blur of gentle slapping. Her clit poked out from between her labia
and was being assaulted directly. He
wasn't really hitting her hard, but the wetness pouring from her cunt amplified
the sound of each blow. She squirmed
and struggled, crying and moaning with her nipples sticking straight up.
Her
stomach began to undulate and her upper body took on the color of her abused vulva. I'd seen that before, when she was really
turned on and about to cum. Still
blindfolded, I couldn’t see her eyes, but I knew that they were now scrunched
up tightly shut.
Gib
stopped the spanking and held up his wet hand for all to see. Then he grasped her elongated clit between
two fingers and squeezed. Katie made an
odd squeaking sound. Her hip punched
skyward as she arched her back. To my
astonishment, juice shot from her pulsating cunt and into her father's hand to
drip uselessly upon the blanket.
Gib
let go of her clit. Waiting for her
orgasm to ebb, Gib lapped greedily at the girly sauce covering his hand. Smearing the rest of his daughter's moisture
on his hairy chest, Gib moved up on top of her. Brushing against her as he positioned himself, Katie knew that
whoever it was, he was enormous.
"Oh
god!" she squeaked as her father positioned himself in the traditional
manner proscribed by Christian missionaries. Gib aimed his cock and lunged into
his youngest daughter.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped as the large‑bore cock stretched
and filled her vagina.
Gib
Tate fucked his daughter a good fifteen minutes in a straight fucking, never
varying his position, but constantly varying the manner in which he thrust into
her. In her already highly aroused
state, the fires of passion exploded within her like a wildfire crowning
through the tops of a doomed forest.
The desire‑fueled fire raged unchecked as she started cumming and
cumming and cumming. After a long hard
fuck, Gib's expression turned from gleeful lust to lustful agony as he buried
himself deeply to cum directly in his youngest daughter's wildly spasmodic
womb.
Collapsing
on the lust-crazed girl, he almost crushed her with his massive bulk. She was wiggling around helpless under him
when Dad and Mr. Holis lifted him up enough so that she could catch a
breath. Regaining enough of his senses,
Gib lifted himself up and off her prone body, his big dick making a lurid
sound, like a wet "plop", as he pulled still semi‑hard from her
clasping snatch. Gib slid up her body
until he had his semi‑erect cock in her face. Upon brushing her lips with his still dripping dick, she opened
up and he stuck it in all the way. His
massive body began thrusting again, this time fucking her throat.
Dad
climbed on board, holding his weight off with his arms as he slid effortlessly
into her drooling snatch. In the
position he was in, Gib's fleshy haunches slapped up against Dad's chest as
they both fucked her. I thought it
might have been a little too much for her, but they way she was humping her
hips, meeting each and everyone of Dad's thrusts, I knew that she was having a
grand time.
Dad
was demanding to say the least, but having said that, he was also thoughtful
and considerate. I know he could have
lasted a long, long time, but after a few minutes, he moved off her and shoved
Gib to get him off and let Sam's dad have a go at her.
Joe,
Mr. Holis, rolled her over and lifted Katie by the hips. He was straddling her in a crouched position
and as soon as she had her knees under her, he was fucking her, thrusting
downward while at the same time lifting her hips and pulling her into his
groin.
Dad
and Gib Tate then got into a little competition. Each had his cock in her face and
each
tried to get her to blow him. Katie
quickly resolved the dilemma of which dick to suck, by sucking on one while the
other was pressed to her face, then gobbling down the other, switching dicks
every ten to fifteen seconds.
Joe
started grimacing and grunting, sounding just like Sam does. He was shooting in her, that for sure. Mr. Holis motioned for Sam to come
over. Pulling out, he offered Katie's
upturned bottom to his son to fuck.
Sam, as unimaginative as ever, fucked her doggie‑ style
again. Mr. Holis grabbed Sam's hand,
put it to her anus and rubbed Sam's hand into her. The light bulb went on again, and soon he was fingering her ass
as he fucked her, something I knew she enjoyed. As good an effort as Sam was making, he still didn't have much
control and sooner than I expected he was grimacing and grunting like his old
man.
It
was my turn, but rather than fucking her, I opted for a grand cream pie and
dove in between her legs for a creamy snack.
By this time her cunt was red and swollen, overflowing with multiple loads
of creame‑de‑la‑sperm sauce.
She tasted great. The mixture of
female and male sex secretions was a nasty taste‑treat delight, one that
henceforth I was addicted to. I came to
consider myself a connoisseur of dripping cunts, and rarely passed up an opportunity
to give a freshly fucked girl a good oral workover. A service, I might add, that delighted the cream‑filled
girl and ensured future encores.
I
latched onto her like a sucker catfish attaches itself to the glass side of an
aquarium. The way her hot pussy
pulsated on my lips as soon as contact was made, I knew she had been on a
continuous orgasmic plateau since I had last fucked her. She was crazed and babbled incoherently
whenever a cock wasn't shoved in her mouth.
The psychological floodgates of nymphomania had been forever opened and
she would never be the same. I didn't
know that at the time, only through the years do I know it to be true. Nonetheless, I had never seen her in such a
state of total slutdom before, including the pool party when she was first gang
banged.
Needing
to give my tongue and cheeks a rest, I decided it was time for a change of
pace. I requested and received a handy
tube of KY Jelly. Then as I greased up
my pecker, I requested assistance in holding her legs such that her butt
rotated upwards. Gib's face was right
at my pecker as I placed it against her anus.
Dad got in close for a good view as well and Sam, well, he somehow got
his head in to watch too. I pushed and
her butthole sprung open on cue allowing me entrance into her ass. Sam gasped, "Oh my god!" Then he sated the obvious, "His dick's
in her ass!"
I'd
sodomized her countless times since we began screwing several months ago. It was her fuck‑de‑choice even
after I ripped her hymen away. I knew
from experience just how fast to take it.
Just from the feel of her rectum around my cock, I knew how fast I could
thrust and how deep. Soon she was
loosened up, my dick effortlessly gliding in and out of her now gapping
hole. Gib had the honors of tweaking her
clit and Dad the honor of finger fucking her while I had my pleasure. Meanwhile, Sam and his dad put in their
entries for the double‑dick‑sucking event. The feel of her gut churning around my cock
as wave after wave of orgasmic contractions wracked her was a sublime
experience in and of itself, one which I grew to appreciate and lust after
through the years.
There
was no sense in holding back my building orgasm, as it would have been
impossible to experience a repeat of my earlier other‑worldly sexual
ecstasy. Like Uncle Jake said,
"There is a certain quality to quantity." My new priority was getting my nuts off as much as possible. I let it rip, fucking her ass through my
orgasm until my wilting fuckwand folded in half.
Dad
handed me a Handy‑Wipe to clean off my dick. I was thankful that he had thought to bring a pack of this handy
item, because that meant I could fuck her pussy again. That was another thing Uncle Jake had told
me, "After you fuck a girl in the butt, don't stick your dirty dick in her
cunt or her mouth until you clean your dick good. You'll give her one hell of an infection if you stick her with a
dirty dick. No sense at all in putting
a perfectly good pussy out of service just because you're stupid!" Made good sense to me and I had followed
that advice religiously.
Big
ole Gib was now on his back, guiding his Katie to climb on top of him. Still blindfolded, Katie laid on the kisses
to his mouth, neck, pectorals, nipples and hairy belly, feeling him up like
she'd been felt up. She toyed with his
cock and bull‑like testicles, sensing with her hands what she couldn't
see with her eyes.
"Nice
dick," hissed the young slut as she kissed the bulging glans of her
father's large cock. She was nibbling
up and down Gib's vein‑streaked stalk when Dad put it to her pussy again,
fucking her as she bent over sucking her old man. Gib was patient, allowing her to orally lave his genitalia while
his best buddy fucked his daughter. By
the expression on his face it was obvious that Gib was enjoying every minute of
it.
Dad
spat out a string of unintelligible words as he screwed her, working up quite a
sweat doing her. The only word I understood was a clearly spoken
"fuck" that flew from his mouth with a quantity of spittle just as he
threw his head back and slammed deep into her pussy, knocking her forward and
away from her daddy's dick. Dad ground
his groin into her as his seed flooded her vaginal cavity. She fell forward onto Gib, and as she did,
pulled Dad's dick from her cunt. He was
still ejaculating, his cum practically flew halfway across the barn, landing in
Gib's face as well as up her entire back.
When
that glob of Dad's spunk glopped onto Gib's face, I thought that there might be
trouble, but Gib got the giggles and struggled mightily not to burst out
laughing. If he laughed out loud, it
was certain that Katie would have figured out who he was. Gaining the upper hand on himself, Gib
scooped the glob from his face and put it to Katie's lips. She licked it from his fingers and he kissed
her. Poor Sam. When he saw this, his jaw dropped.
Gib
pulled her forward and pushed her upright straddling him. Katie reached below her, found his bulging
cock and directed her pussy to his awaiting glans. She sank down, taking the entire length of his thick cock in
her. Rising and falling, she fucked
herself on her daddy's cock. Meanwhile
Joe Holis stood straddling Gib; a few brushes of his prick across her face and
she was latched onto the offered organ.
Apparently
Gib was in a playful mood, reaching up to goose Joe in the butt. Joe jerked away, but in order to stay in
position, he had to remain vulnerable to Gib's poking. Joe danced and swatted at Gib's probing
hand. Dad was cracking up at the antics
and even Sam found it more humorous than shocking. Finally it was too much for Joe and he pulled his cock from her
mouth and moved off, giving Gib a playful kick in side as he retreated.
Gib
grabbed her by the nipples and pulled her down on him, taking over the
responsibility of fuck thrusting into her cunt. Dad greased his pecker with the KY and mounted her.
"Oh
my god!" whimpered Katie as Dad ran his dick up her butt. Now it was my turn to join Sam to drop my
jaw in shock and awe. I never imagined
that two guys could actually fuck a girl simultaneously. Seems entirely reasonable now, but I had
never imagined it before. Katie didn't
either, but she was getting her first double‑dicking, and the way her
mouth hung open, it must have been an incredible experience for her.
Good
thing I had loosened her up good because Dad was really putting it to her ass
from the get-go. The threesome moved
fluidly as one, something Sam and I later discovered took a lot of practice.
After about ten minutes of this, Dad grimaced and grunted, signaling that he
was off‑loading a batch of doomed swimmers up her rectum.
Freed
from a cock up the wazoo, Katie rose up on her hands and resumed vigorously
fucking her daddy. Gib grabbed her hips
to stop her motion. Pushing her upward,
his glistening cock emerged from her cunt and he repositioned the head at her
gapping asshole. Katie impaled herself
with a grunt, paused for a moment and resumed fucking her dad. Once again, Gib pulled her toward him by the
nipples about halfway down. She continued fucking him. Reaching for her face, Gib pushed the
blindfold up and off her head. Katie
continued fucking him.
After
a long minute, she slowed down, then stopped.
The face before her slowly began to register on her fevered brain.
"Daddy?"
she said tentatively, unsure of what and who she was seeing.
Katie
looked around the barn blinking, adjusting to the deep shaded interior light
that was so very bright to her. She
stared at me and then down at her dad.
Looking up, she saw my dad, Sam's dad and Sam. She looked back down into the smiling face of her old man. A salacious moan bubbled from her lips, her
eyes rolled up in into the back of her head and she began to tremble, liquid
love flowing from her pussy to drench her father's crotch as she shuddered in
climax.
She
lay motionless on her father, his cock firmly embedded in the ass of his
daughter. For a long time they stayed
coupled. Every so often Gib would
gently move his hips, sliding his cock inside her just enough to stay
hard. Katie finally raised her head
from his chest, smiled lovingly at him, and sighed. Her hips began to move again, fucking his cock into her ass. She rose up on her hands, smiling broadly
while they screwed. Breathlessly she
uttered, "Love you Daddy, love you.
You're the best daddy in the whole world!"
Gib
stopped her motion. "Turn around
Baby. Face the other way."
Katie
turned, rotating on her father's cock to face away from him. She started to fuck him again, but his big
hands grasped her by the shoulders and pulled her backward.
Gib's
hands went to her breasts as her softly spoke into her ear, "Spread your
legs, Baby. Spread your legs like a
slut. Yeah, that's it, Baby. They're all going to fuck you now, each and
every one of them. Who first? Huh?
Sam? Mr. Bill? Mr. Joe?
I know, your boyfriend."
Gib turned to me and ordered, "Travis, she's your girlfriend, you
fuck her first."
"Sure
Mr. Gib!" I replied enthusiastically, eager to try something new, eager to
try something so totally wicked as to fuck a girl with her father's dick stuck
up her shitter, eager to fuck her no matter what the circumstances were. I climbed on board, taking some time to
figure out how to position my legs between her legs and around her dad's tree‑trunk
like legs. Gib was still playing with
her tits as I lay forward supporting my weight with my arms. She reached up and drew my lips to hers, our
tongues dancing and darting together.
Breaking off the kiss momentarily, she whispered, "Fuck me, Travis.
Fuck me, darling."
By
this time her cunt was so engorged that it seemed to be turned inside out, and
I suppose it actually was. My cock
found the hot wet flesh of her inverted pussy and I pushed at the welcoming
hole of her over‑heated cock socket.
"Damn!" I muttered as I forced my way in. I was expecting her to be fairly loose but
she was incredibly tight, what with her daddy's big dick stuffed up her
ass. I started fucking into her,
forcing my dick deep into her pussy with each inward stroke and stretching my
dick each time I pulled back. I did
that a dozen times or so until Gib hissed at me, "Be still boy." I stopped deeply rooted in her. I gasped as I felt his cock began to move
within her. There was a rippling effect
on the underside of my cock as Gib's substantial meat traveled through her
rectum. The feeling was absolutely
incredible.
Gib
stopped buried in her ass. He hissed at
me, "Fuck her boy, fuck her."
I obeyed my instructions to the best of my ability. Soon we had a rhythm going and we alternated
thrusting. To my surprise, I felt a
finger slide up my ass. Dad came in
palm down and I felt him pressing into my prostate. I was about to learn something new as he forced me to cum sooner
than I would have otherwise.
Spent,
I withdrew, yielding my girlfriend's pussy to my father. He and Gib had no trouble at all getting
into a rhythm. I figured that what was good for goose...and ran a greased
finger up my dad's ass, finger fucking him like he was girl or something. Dad let out a yelp and Joe Holis intervened
for him.
"You
a queer boy or something?" Joe asked incredulously.
I
froze, my finger up my dad's ass, the words tearing into my soul, after all,
what in the hell WAS I doing?
"Turn
your hand around, palm down. Now feel
that bump?"
I
felt around and found it. I shook my
head.
"That's
his prostate. Rub it. Don't fuck him for Christ's sake!"
Dad
was back to humping and I struggled to keep the pad of my index finger on the
right spot. I guess I did it right as I
felt the bump contract, and Dad groaned in pleasure. I stood back waiting for Dad to tan my hide, or worse, but he
simply handed me a Handy‑Wipe and said, "You learn pretty
quick."
Dad
and I were cleaning up as Sam took up position. He looked around nervously, expecting a proctology exam. Pushing in, he exclaimed, "Damn! I can hardly get it in!" He struggled a bit until Gib told him to
just stay still. Sam gasped "Oh
fuck!" as he felt through her vaginal wall Gib's cock sliding along the
underside of his dick. He didn't need a
helping hand to get off.
Joe
was next, but he couldn't get it up.
Dad came to the rescue. He
whispered something to Katie and then lay next to Gib. Struggling, she tried to get up. I valiantly offered my assistance and helped
her up. She pulled off her daddy's dick
and sat down on my dad's dick. I was
amazed at Dad's ability to get it up.
Then I realized that standing around, he had remained hard, even after
cumming. That's when I noticed the cock
ring around the base of Dad's dick and balls.
Gib
was cleaning his dick off while Dad fucked her ass. I looked. He too had a
strap of some sort tied securely around the base of his cock. "Damn!" I muttered, discovering a
secret of marathon fucking.
Katie
was again on her back, spread out, my dad underneath her, his dick up her
ass. Her father stood before her,
stroking his cock, coating it with fuck grease. "I gonna fuck you now Katie," he said calmly. "Do you want me to fuck your
pussy?"
"Yes
Daddy," she whispered.
"What
do you want your daddy to do?"
"Fuck
me Daddy, fuck me!"
"You
fuckin' lil' slut! Guess you’re going
to go to hell with the rest of us, " he hissed as his lips curled up into
a grin. "Okay baby, your daddy's
gonna fuck you."
Her
old man certainly had staying power.
They were fucking for at least fifteen minutes before Joe told me to
help her dad out. Naturally I was
somewhat hesitant to stick a finger up someone as big as Gib Tate, but with
Joe's prodding, I did just that. It
took some effort just to dig between the massive butt cheeks to get even close,
then the jungle of hair made it all the more difficult such that by the time I
did find the back door, most of the lube I had on my finger was gone, making it
all the more difficult to stick it up him.
I managed, expecting Gib to come up swinging, but he just grunted until
I dug around enough to find his joy button.
He didn't last too much longer after that, bellowing like a wounded bull
as he shook from the effects of a massive orgasm. As soon as I could, I backed away, prepared to run like hell,
lest his temperament became detrimental to my continued good heath.
Gib
slowly dismounted. Standing he
approached me. I wanted to run, but he
just grinned blissfully, tousling my hair.
"Come give me hand boy," he said turning and trudging
outdoors.
I
followed and we retrieved an ice chest of beer from the back of Dad's
Suburban. Joe Holis was fucking my slut
girlfriend when we returned. Gib
reached into the ice and water, retrieving three beers. He handed one to me and one to Sam, saving
the third for himself. Raising his
eyebrows, he put on an exaggerated mischievous expression and grabbed Joe
between the legs with his cold, wet hand.
Joe
jumped what seemed to be a foot in the air.
"Oh fuck! You son‑of‑bitch!"
Gib
roared in laughter, then slapped Joe on the butt.
"Stop
it, damn you!" protested Joe.
"Hurry
up Joe," said Gib. "I think
she's had enough for now."
"Let
me get my rocks off will ya?" hissed Joe.
"Sure
thing Joe. Sam, hand me the KY."
"Not
with that banana finger! Let Travis do
it."
"Boy,
you heard the man. Help him out."
By
now I becoming something of an expert at this and I had no problem finding my
target. A minute later, Joe was
done. Dad and Joe left Katie lying on
the hay bed, her arms and legs arranged haphazardly as if she were a rag doll
unceremoniously dumped into a toy box.
Gib handed Dad and Joe each a cold brew.
"Sorry
to rush you Joe, but she was passed out," apologized Gib.
"Yeah,
I could tell."
"Why
didn't you get off of her?"
"Why
didn't you? She was out when you were
screwing her Gib."
"Yeah,
I guess... Fuck it. It's break time anyway. When she comes to, maybe we'll have some
more fun with her."
We
sat around drinking beer, waiting for some sign of life from Katie. We all studied, and prodded her, discussing
the size of her tits, the color of her nipples, the firmness of her ass, as
well as the quality of her snatch and her enthusiastic participation in her
debasement.
It
was fun sitting around drinking beer with Dad and his buddies, listening to
their crude jokes and what not. It was
the first time Sam or I had drank a beer with our dads. Naturally the conversation revolved around
sex. I learned that the finger trick
worked because it is the prostate that controls a man's orgasm. I also learned
that the cock rings that Dad and Gib used, trapped the blood in their cock,
maintaining a hard erection even after ejaculating. Dad told me I could find
one in his bed stand and to try it out sometimes.
We
had a second beer, discussing the relative merits of Becky's pussy and Leanne's
pussy, even though Sam didn't have any intimate knowledge of either. His remarks were mostly confined to the size
of Leanne's tits. Katie never
stirred. She was out cold, as well she
should have been, sleeping a deep sleep brought on by an overload of
endorphins.
Gib
finally declared that Katie was through for day and that the party was
over. "C'mon Bill, let's take her
home. Travis, put the ice chest in the
back of your dad's truck."
Dad
was pulling on his pants and boots while I took the ice chest out. Gib lovingly picked up his fucked‑out
daughter and carried her to Dad's truck, leaving his clothes in a pile and
leaving her clothes in Sam's car. I
went back to get my own clothes and heard them drive off with her.
Once
Sam and his dad were both dressed, Joe told Sam to go wait in the car for
him. As soon as we heard the car door
slam shut, Joe pulled me to the far side of the barn.
"Travis,
you did a fine job preparing Katie for today.
A fine job indeed."
"Thanks,
but I didn't really do anything."
"Sure
you did. You got her to want sex, crave
sex, love sex. That's a tricky thing
and you did it very well."
"Sure,
okay... if you say so."
"I
do say so... I want to ask you to do me
a favor."
"Sure."
"You
know Penny." Penny is Sam's little
sister.
"Yeah."
"She's
ripening up quite nicely. What I'm
proposing is for you to date her. You
know, show her attention, tell her how pretty she is, how sexy you find
her."
"Are
you saying...?"
"I'm
saying she needs some guidance, some... training. I thought of Sam, but he's not... well, I, I just think that the
first time should be with someone other than close family. It'd be easier. No chance of scaring her."
Penny
was an attractive girl, at thirteen maybe a bit young, but she was attractive
and I had noticed how she had suddenly began filling out, losing her girlish
figure. "Sure. When do you want me to start?"
"Anytime. That's up to you."
He
winked at me and shook my hand. In
stunned disbelief I watched him leave the barn. He wanted me to train his little girl like I trained Katie? Sure!
Why not! I wanted to go thank
him for his confidence in me, when I heard Sam's car start and then back
out. Oh well, I could thank him another
day I suppose.
I
put away the Spiderman blanket and neatly placed Gib's clothes and my dad's
shirt in a pile on the bales of hay. I
gathered up the trash into one pile so that I could pick it up later. I wasn't sure what to do the remains of the
tube of KY; leave here for future use or take it home? I figured Katie and I probably wouldn't be
using the barn to screw anymore so I put it in my pocket, knowing that I might
come in handy at home with Leanne.
To be continued...
Editor's Note: There were some issues with the ASSTR Form-Mail system that I didn't figure out until June 27. My apologies to all who may have sent in a comment for Chapters 1 through 4 before that date...regretfully I didn't receive any of them.
Thanks...Art