Part 2
(Mf, voy, oral, anal,seduction, mast)
A perverted tale by Starman
© 2006
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The
following days were bizarre for me. The realizations that I loved watching my stunning
teenage girlfriend being fucked by a much older guy swirled around my head...and
my cock. What should have been disgusting me was slowly growing into an obsession.
For some fucked up reason, I wanted to, had to, see it again. I wanted to see
his cock stuffed down her throat, making her gag. I wanted to witness her dad's
best friend shoving his rod into her cunt.
I wanted to watch Steve stuffing his fat dick up Leigh's sweet teeny
bum. It was becoming a problem. Here I was, this good‑looking 25 year‑old
guy, in the prime of his sexual life, getting off on a guy way past his prime
ramming his cock into my very own girlfriend.
Things were getting serious when I start to pretend I was Steve as I fucked Leigh. I had started getting a little rougher with her, but she complained, saying she didn't like that kind of stuff. Bullshit! Steve had practically raped her, hammering his fat cock into her eager cunt as he pulled roughly at her hair. It seemed Leigh only liked it when she was being taken advantage of; when a much older man was taking her, molesting her and reveling in her gorgeous body. In a way, it must have been like a power trip for her, seeing this grown man slathering over her like some rabid dog as she reluctantly let him fulfill his forbidden fantasies (as she fulfilled hers). Jesus! I wanted to fuck her like Steve had. To piston my cock in and out of her tight little cunt and yank on her hair and hear her little girl whimpers and squeals as I took her willing pussy! Well, if I couldn't have it, I would have to make it so I could watch it.
I
was at Leigh's house for our regular Friday night piss up. But Steve had not
visited since that night, perhaps he was hit with the guilt. I mean, he had
just seduced and fucked the shit out of his best friend's teenage daughter in
the garage! Maybe he was regretting the whole thing, or more likely, fearing
consequences. Perhaps he woke up the
next day with a huge hangover and was struck with the fear that Leigh had (in
forced tears), told me about the whole sordid event. Or worse...told her
father! In a sick sort of way, I was worried that my fantasy would never come
true again. How fucked up is that for a boyfriend to be thinking? Jesus...I
needed help.
It
was just in the midst of my sick little worry over Steve's absence when the
phone rang. Greg answered to announce that it was Steve, who at Greg's warm
greeting must have been breathing a sigh of relief that he had not been
betrayed by Leigh. He was on his way with a bottle of tequila. Greg and I
whooped for joy at Steve's news, but for different reasons; I knew what was on
his mind.
Ten
minutes later, Leigh, who was showering after her school day emerged from the
hall to take my breath way. My teen
goddess was a sight to behold; I even saw her dad take a second glance then
quickly turn away as she walked toward us smiling. Leigh, in all her seventeen
year old glory, was dressed in a white cutoff T that showed an ample portion of
her flat, smooth brown stomach and ample breast, that jutted out teasingly,
like ripe apples sitting high on her chest, aching to be squeezed.
Speechless,
my eyes followed her stomach down to her flaring denim micro mini skirt, the
hem of which orbited her tanned, rounded thighs. Her divine, unblemished face
shone with teenage youthfulness. She
applied her make up just right to accentuate her big innocent brown eyes, eyes
you could lose yourself in.Her long honey blonde hair was set in a pony tail
that sat high on the back of her head so that it swished in a very girly manner
as she moved.
There
was a knock at the door and a simultaneous 'whoop' from Greg and I as Steve
burst in the door, tequila bottle held aloft like a trophy. He greeted us all
with a bow and walked in, his expression not changing an instant as he greeted
Leigh. I shot her a glance just as she turned away, but she had failed in
hiding her reaction to seeing Steve for the first time since he plunged his
cock into her.
Steve
smacked the bottle down on the table, proudly grinning at Greg and I.
"Right, where are the shotties?" he inquired.
Greg
directed Steve to the cupboard and he retrieved three shot glasses from within,
then he moved to the fridge, opened it and exclaimed with disappointment that
there were no beers. Greg said that there were some out in the back fridge (in
the laundry at the rear of the house), and directed Leigh to go out and get
them. She turned her pretty frame and again I saw Steve take the opportunity to
give her sweet full ass the once over. I knew why he was here...he wanted that
ass in his hands again, and he was hoping that the tequila was the means to
achieving that.
The
luscious Leigh, having recovered herself, soon returned with a dozen cold
beers, flashing her sexy smile around as made she her way to the table around
which Steve, Greg and I sat. But her smile faded into a playful sulking face as
she noted that there were only three shot glasses. She had been excluded.
"Hey!",
she pouted. "Where's my glass?"
Greg
was stony faced as he replied. "Unh‑uh. No way little lady. This
stuff is potent."
I
quickly shot Steve another glance. He
looked like his dog had just died. Sad
thing is, I was as disappointed as he was. Quickly he masked his
disappointment, and jumped to Leigh's defense. "Oh, that's hardly fair.
You aren't going to make her watch us drink are ya, Greg? She might have spat
her shot out last week, by the way did you bathe the cat, but I'm sure she'll
be all right this week." Leigh
flashed her smile at Steve, grateful for the support, then returned her pouty
expression to her still stone faced father.
"Go
on, Greg. Better her getting to know tequila here than some party and getting
wiped out," I said amazed that I was aiding in getting my girlfriend
pissed so I could watch her father's best friend fuck her. Sick puppy.
Greg
seemed to soften, then he half‑smiled and told Leigh to grab herself a
shot‑glass. From the corner of my eye, I watched Steve's near
imperceptible sigh of relief; mine followed his.
The
gorgeous Leigh in her little skirt bounced over to the cupboard and back to
place her glass down just as ours where filled by Steve. She took a seat by me
and kissed my cheek, her soft lips and perfume playing tricks with my cock. The thought of that mouth around Steve's
cock set my balls to churning.
An
excited, anticipatory silence descended as we placed out hands on our glasses,
shot each other smirks...and downed them! Grimaces were shared, but no one spat
up. Leigh struggled to swallow but made
a good show of it. As we recovered from our shots, Steve produced a pack of
cards from his back pocket.
"Drinking card games!" he announced. Jesus, he really wanted
to get her smashed.
Greg
looked a little wary, but Steve paid no heed as he plunked the pack down on the
middle of the table. "Ahh...I
don't think...", attempted Greg, but he was steamrolled by Steve, his best
friend who was determined to get into his unwitting friend's daughter's pants.
"The
game's a simple one" explained Steve. "We each cut the deck. Lowest card sculls!"
Wary
glances passed around, then four hands nigh on collided as we each reached for
the deck. Expectant faces reigned as we each turned over our cards.
"Shit!"
exclaimed Greg. A shot was poured for
him.
The
game went badly for Greg, four shots in a row, and in no time he was well on
his way to being shit‑faced. But then Leigh's fortune turned bad, and she
strained and struggled and coughed to keep her third shot down. I escaped any
ill luck for a while, but then copped three myself. But Steve, the tin‑assed
bastard, lost only one game.
Suddenly
Greg swept the cards off the table, declaring the game over and then struggled
to stand to take himself off for a piss. We all watched with great amusement as
Greg made his toward the hall. He was
probably thankful for the invention of walls, or he would have been on his face
before his third step.
The
now drunken conversation rolled on for a while, and then it happened. Steve
announced that he was going for a smoke, and casually invited Leigh out.
"Ummmmm,"
she hesitated, blinking three times slowly to betray just how drunk she was.
"Oh, ok," she managed, using her hands on the table to steady her way
to her feet.
This
was it! Steve stood, measurably more sober than the rest of us, and followed
the luscious Leigh out toward the back door. Adrenaline surged through me. On the way Leigh announced that she had
better check on her dad as he had been gone a while, and headed down the hall.
Steve shot me a quick glance, covered by a unctuous smile and a shrug and
followed her.
A
few seconds later I heard Leigh exclaim, laughing, that her dad had passed out
on the toilet floor. Luckily he was
dressed. I called out asking if they needed any assistance, but Steve quickly
replied that they were fine.
I
decided to sneak down anyway. Quickly slipping off my boots and as quietly as I
could, I slipped down the hall toward the bathroom. Inching closer to the
corner of the hall around which was the bathroom, I cautiously leaned my head
around. Directly in my line of sight I could see the entire bathroom. The door
was open and Greg was on the floor passed out. But it looked as though his
plight was no longer the focus of attention for Leigh and Steve were standing
in the bathroom door frame facing one another, talking in a whisper.
I
couldn't hear their words, but from their body language, I could see that
Steve, who was leaning in close to Leigh, had evil on his mind. As I hoped for
something to happen my cock started to get hard. I saw him make quick little
determined nods as Leigh bit her lip, then he put one hand hesitantly to her
mouth. I was nearly sprung as she looked nervously up the hall, but then she
turned her attention back to Steve and gave a short little nod. Steve smiled
evilly as he reached out to take Leigh by the shoulders and slowly turned her
so her back was to him. I saw his jaw slowly drop in appreciation as his eyes
scanned down her hair, then her back, then stopped on her bubble of a bum that
was jutting out at him. Definitely an ass man, ol' Stevey boy.
Lowering
himself into a squatting position so that his face was level with her bum,
Steve reached forward and took the hem of her short skirt between his fat
fingers. Licking his lips, he paused for a moment of anticipation, snapped a
quick glance at the very unconscious Greg, then returned his attention to
Leigh's beautiful waiting ass. As if silently bidden, Leigh placed her hands
against the doorframe, faced forward and arched her back to push her bum out
near Steve's face...as he slowly began to lift her skirt. I watched his mouth
fall fully open as her sweet teen ass started to be revealed. Nigh on touching
Steve's face, inch by inch of Leigh's pink cotton panties were slowly exposed,
stretched to full by her jutting round cheeks.
Steve
swallowed and then shifted slightly. He
must have had a hard‑on as he marveled at the incredible sight before
him. He licked his lips as her skirt finished up crumpled above her waist.
Leigh turned her head back and down to look at Steve admiring her thrust out
bottom, then slowly slid her hands a little further down the door frame to
arched her back more, and in doing so, squash her bum against Steve's face!
Half of Steve's head was buried in the cleft of Leigh's thrust out ass. His head began moving slowly side to side as
he attempted to bury his face as far as he could into the crack of her panty‑covered
ass.
Leigh
closed her eyes and her mouth opened slightly as Steve started mouthing her
asshole and pussy through the taut material of her pink knickers. Lost in his
lust, Steve suddenly reached up and yanked her panties down to her thighs
revealing the beauty of her olive skinned bum! Leigh snapped her attention down
to Steve and tried to yank her panties back up but Steve quickly took my
girlfriend by the hips and pushed his face back into the cleft of her now nude
ass and pussy. Leigh tried to pull away, but his head followed and he almost
lost balance. Leigh then twisted her bum away from him then and actually
smacked Steve on the head.
He
took the hint and reluctantly withdrew to lean back against the doorframe
panting, his eyes still locked on the prize before him. Leigh leant down and
pulled her knickers up and readjusted her short skirt. Recovering herself, she
then turned to Steve said something with a serious face and they both returned
their attention back to the comatose Greg, who had not moved a muscle. Taking a
side each, they knelt and began to lift Greg as much as they could. I took the
opportunity to slink back into the lounge where an idea, inspired by Greg's
inability to handle his piss, took me.
Hurrying
back to one of two oppositely arranged couches in the living room, I flicked
off the lamp to leave the room lit only by the hall light, flung myself onto my
side and proceeded to act as if I too had passed out. Opening my eyes but a
fraction, I soon saw Steve and Leigh hauling along the now barely conscious
Greg with some difficulty. His head lolled about as he spoke gibberish to Leigh
and Steve. Leigh seemed to be struggling herself, the full effect of the
tequila had obviously struck her also.
Upon
Steve seeing me, his eyes lit up and he laughingly remarked to Leigh that both
her father and boyfriend were featherweight drinkers. Leigh, looking near
exhausted, let go of her father and staggered over to me, leaving Steve to
stumble under the extra load,. Steve struggled on, passing the living room door
and out of sight in the direction of his Greg's bedroom.
The
fat in my pants had subsided, so I made a convincing show of being passed out
(two more tequilas and no show would have been necessary). Leigh tried to shake
me out of it, but somehow I maintained my act and she soon gave up, convinced I
was completely out of it. Sighing, Leigh climbed up next to me, wrapped her
arms around my neck and cuddled into my front.
Soon
I heard Steve's approach, and as he appeared in the doorway to the living room
he stopped and stood silently looking at our embraced forms, probably very
worried that his encounters with Leigh had come to an end. But then, to my
amazement, he entered the room, heading toward us. This guy was unbelievable!
"Hmph!
Is he as gone as your dad, Leigh?" he asked.
Leigh
roused groggily, obviously close to passing out herself. She turned her head slightly and answered
Steve, who had now advanced to stop but a foot away. He was looking down at Leigh with lust in his
eyes."Yeah, if not worse,"
she answered in a mumble. "You...
um...you can crash in the spare room. The bed's made up." she added,
almost nervously.
Steve
bit his lip in disappointment, then he leant in closer to Leigh. "Why
don't you come with me?" he whispered. The gall of this cunt!
"Ahh...no...I
want to stay here. I'm so drunk. Please, Steve. We shouldn't do that
anymore," she whispered in her sweet teen voice.
But
that wasn't good enough for Steve. He'd
just had his face buried in her ass; he wasn't going to stop now. He squatted
slowly down, exhaling with the effort as he did so. Now he was kneeling behind
Leigh, who was still cuddling me. Here I was, right here on the couch as Steve
was trying to get my teenage girlfriend to go to bed with him. The worst of it was that I was pretending to
be unconscious so it could happen! Then I saw Steve's hand appear. He had started to stroke her hair as she lay
there. He didn't say anything; he didn't have to, his eyes said it all.
"Steve!
No! Not here! Jesus, what if someone wakes up!" Leigh warned.
But
he didn't stop. His hand trailed down her side and over her hip. Then I lost
sight of it as it ducked down toward her bum that was facing toward him in the
mini skirt. I saw Leigh's eyes snap back toward Steve, though she couldn't
quite crane her neck around far enough to meet his eyes.
"No
Steve! No! I mean it!" she insisted.
"It's
ok. They are both dead to the world.
Come to bed with me. We'll be quick."
Leigh's
eyes then snapped open. "S‑Steve...ah...get your hand out of
there!"
The
bastard had his hand up her skirt! Leigh squirmed as Steve was doing all he
could to get his hand into her panties. I couldn't believe she hadn't noticed
my hard on! Then I felt something slide down the front of my thighs. It was her panties.
Leigh
again tried to warn Steve to stop molesting her, but some of the conviction had
gone from her voice, "What...w‑what are
doing?...oohh...no...ah...shit..." Then her body began to rock against me
slightly, "Ohh...fuck...Ouch! Shit! Not all your fingers at once!
Oww!...ah...ahh...ohhhh..." she moaned. Leigh then buried her head into my
chest as she began to whimper, "Mmmm...mmn...ohh...mn...oh god...f‑f‑fu‑fuck..."
Her
body rocked softly against me, except that I lost contact with her lower half
as she pushed her bum back out onto Steve's working fingers. I could see his
lust filled eyes swapping between the back of her head and his molesting of her
cunt. His smile was of a man possessed as he again had his way with my
girlfriend, only this time she was in my fucking arms! But it takes two to
tango; gorgeous little Leigh was indeed again reveling in letting a fat,
balding, fifty‑five year old man take advantage of her again. Panting
like a dog, she was obviously also getting off on letting it happen right in
front of me.
I
saw Steve raise himself up on his knees, while continuing to finger Leigh,
whose face was pushed in my chest, moaning all the time. Then I heard it...
Steve's zipper being slowly pulled down. I could see him look down as he
fiddled around with his pants, giving one last jerk as presumably, he'd freed
his fat cock. My balls now ached. Still
fingering the oblivious Leigh, he leaned in close to her, swallowed and
whispered, "Turn around."
She
didn't respond. She was too lost in the
pleasure coming from her cunt. "Leigh...turn around...turn around,
sweetie," he insisted.
She
took a second to respond, then complied, slowly twisting her body awkwardly to
slump back down on her side to end facing Steve. Her soft, naked bum pushed
against my hard on, but I think she was too lost in her lust and alcohol to
notice it. Leigh shouldered herself into the couch; I could now only see Steve
between the crook of Leigh's head and lithe shoulder.
"Oh
god...I shouldn't...w‑what...what if dad...?"
"Shh...,"
was all Steve replied. Then his hand appeared right in front of my face as he
took her by the back of the head.
"S‑Steve...maybe..."
"Shh...just
put your mouth on it," he half insisted, while pulling her head
forward. Steve's eyes roll back in his
head... Leigh was sucking him off.
"F...f‑fuuuck...J‑Jesus...ohhh....,"
was all he could manage as Leigh's head started moving up and down over his
dick while her body rocked against me. I could hear Leigh's muffled little
whimpers and efforts , the noises she makes on the end of 'my' cock. Steve's eyes
moved from closed to half open as he looked down on this teenage beauty with
her mouth over his dick. Then Steve started humping his hips a little firmer
and he scrunched her hair tightly into a fist as he fucked her mouth.
"...Oh!...Oh!...J‑Jesus
fucking Christ...your mouth is amazing...you really kn‑know how to suck a
cock, you little bitch."
Then
Greg's bedroom light flicked on!
Leigh
quickly pulled her mouth back from Steve cock with a 'pop'. "Shit!"
she exclaimed as she quickly reached down to pull her panties up and skirt down
into place. I had never imagined Steve could move so quickly! It was a good
thing Greg was drunk, or there is no way Steve could have leapt onto the
opposite couch and pretended he was asleep before Greg stumbled past the living
room doorway. But he didn't even spare a glance as he made his way to the
bathroom. I could hear Steve breathing erratically, the fear that he'd almost
been caught with his cock in the mouth of his best friend's seventeen‑year‑old
daughter was surging through him. Leigh was breathing heavy herself, both with
fear and excitement I imagined.
The
toilet flushed and Greg did his best impression of a zombie as he staggered
past the living room doorway. After a little audible fumbling, the light
flicked off and his form could be heard hitting his bed heavily.
I
had nearly fallen asleep, but had willed myself to not miss out on anything
that may yet happen. Some time passed, maybe ten minutes before there were
movements from the other couch. Slowly I opened my eyes just so I could see
Steve slowly slipping off the couch, his eyes locked on Leigh.To my surprise,
however, he stood and left the room, turning toward Greg's room.
From
the smirk he had when he reappeared in the doorway, he was pleased with is
findings.
Lowering
himself into a crawl, Steve made his way slowly toward Leigh and I. He stopped
very close to us and dropped into a kneeling position to then lean forward,
close to Leigh's ear.
"Leigh...Leigh...sweetie...I'm
back...I can't sleep...my balls are aching...Leigh," he whispered.
No
response.
Steve
then placed a hand on her bare arm and shook her, "Leigh. Oh come on... Aw shit!"
Nothing.
She had passed out.
I
saw Steve's eyes flicker, then an evil grin came over his face as the
realization dawned on him that he could do what he wanted to her. He drew his
hands down his face and exhaled a deep breath as he steadied himself, then
slowly began to slide his hands under Leigh's unconscious form. Then, with
utmost care, he began to both lift and drag her away from me. Her legs, arms
and head flopped as he succeeded in removing her from the couch. A couple of
times he checked my state, but he was too far‑gone now, she was all his.
Lowering
her onto her back on the carpeted space of floor between the couches, he
positioned himself kneeling beside her.
He licked his lips and took a second to appreciate his prize: a
gorgeous, passed out seventeen‑year‑old‑girl lay before
him...the beautiful face led down to her lithe neck...then the swell of her
biggish tits straining against her top...then her flat tummy, rising and
dropping slowly as she breathed...then her short denim skirt riding high around
her hips, just concealing her now wet
panties...then
her long, tanned thighs. She was an
angel for the taking, Steve's taking.
A
few seconds of this and he could no longer stand not touching her. His eyes moved to her ample tits that were
straining against her tight t‑shirt. Steve reached both his hands out and
clamped them down on her boobs, but she did not flinch. He then shook his head
slowly as he began to massage her lovely apples, squashing them and squeezing
them. Then, without further hesitation, he slid her top up, struggling to get
it over her braless tits. Then he just stopped and stared, dumfounded at the
sight that lay before him.
He
checked her state once again, shaking her by the shoulders, but no response.
Snapping his attention back to her full, round boobs, Steve lowered his face
and started lapping away at her lovely soft skin. This had an effect on her,
she began to moan in her sleep, but Steve did not relent. He kissed and licked
her all her all over the tits, neck and stomach. Slowly her eyes opened and, even more slowly, she took in where
she was and what was happening.
"S...Steve...wha‑wha...?"
Steve
paused to look up over her jutting tits to her face, but his hands kept working
away at her.
"Leigh,
just lay there."
"No...no...this
is too obvious. If someone comes..."
But she wasn't pulling her top down.
She wasn't moving away.
Steve
must have noted this too as I saw his hand reach down for her skirt as his
mouth moved to hers to fill it with his tongue. Her eyes closed.
Steve
moved it up a gear, he wasn't planning on having this interrupted again. He
moved down her body and pulled up her skirt, revealing her panties, one side of
them twisted due to her rush to get them on. Leigh pulled her mouth away.
"Shit...Steve...I
really..."
"I'm
going to fuck you Leigh," he flatly stated. "I'm going to fuck you
right now. I going to push my fat cock right up your sweet little cunt, because
you want me to fuck you...you want me to fuck you right in front of your
boyfriend," he insisted with a tone of authority. My cock surged and a
felt I trickle of pre‑cum seep out.
"No...ohhh,"
Leigh moaned as Steve fingers plunged into her wet cunt. He worked away at her
pussy for some long moments to ensure that she wanted it. She was breathing
erratically now, moving her head slowly side to side. Then he was sliding her
panties down, and then he was lifting her legs to allow them to be slipped off
her feet.
Steve
half sat up and put one hand to his zip, yanking it down and fumbling for a few
seconds before his turgid cock sprang out. Leigh turned her head and just
stared at his twitching dick. Not wasting anytime he reached down and cupped
his free hand under her calves and promptly lifted both of her legs up and over
her head so that her knees were within inches of her face.
"Mnf!"
she exclaimed as she was folded in half.
I
could see that her cunt and ass were jutting up, and the back muscles of her
legs were straining.
"S‑Steve...,"
her voice was barely audible.
But
Steve wasn't listening. Instead, with his dick in one hand and Leigh's calves
in the other, he was moving. I could hear her breathing, but she wasn't trying
to wrestle free out of her position. Her knees were now pushed to be touching
her nose, and her eyes flicked around, her expression a little unsure. She even
shot me a few nervous glances.
I
could see the fat bastard before her, his hungry eyes moving quickly up and
down her folded form as his breath quickened into a pant. Leigh twisted her
head to look around her knees. He was
in position now, raised slightly on his knees, his swollen cock thrusting out
from underneath his fat gut, it's glistening head but a few inches from my
girlfriend's upturned cunt. Steve still had one hand holding Leigh's knees to
her face, and as he shifted forward his weight pushed her knees past her head,
splaying her thighs further.
Obviously
uncomfortable, she grunted, but the possessed Steve didn't care. "S‑Steve...",
she struggled. "I..." She was cut off as Steve thrust forward,
plunging his cock into her offered up cunt. "Ah!" Leigh exclaimed as
Steve's wide cock invaded her pussy.
Leigh
continued to grunt as Steve lowered his large frame onto her, pushing her legs
back even further, her feet dangling in the air. His face was animalistic as
one hand moved down to cup her bum while the other took one of her small
wrists, then the other, and pinned them tightly together above her head. Then
he began thrusting, grunting and moaning as he banged into her.
Leigh
did not seem to object to being held down and obviously uncomfortable. To an outsider it could have passed for
rape. Watching this large man roughly fuck his cock in and out of the
comparatively small girl was too much for me.
I slid my hand down my pants to feel the liquid warmth of pre‑cum
all over my aching cock and began to stroke it inside my trunks. It felt
fucking great, but not as great as the grunting Steve was feeling as his cock
slid in and out of my girlfriend's tight, willing cunt.
Steve
leaned in even further, to place his head between her knees and began to kiss
her roughly. I was amazed she could breathe under his large, jerking frame.
As
he kissed her he would grunt lewd words into her mouth. "Oh! You delicious
little cunt...do you know how good you fucking feel, you cheating little slut?!
Look at your boyfriend...mmf...on the couch, and here you are on the floor with
my cock in you...mff!"
Then
he picked up the pace. He was really
getting into her now, kissing her hard and squashing her knees into the sides
of her head as her feet jerked around in the air. I watched this fat fifty‑five‑year‑old
man fucking my girlfriend for long moments, calling her a dirty cunt and
telling her what a cheating little whore she was, and she loved it. Why
wouldn't the little bitch she give me the rough stuff?!
"Oh!
Yeah!" he exclaimed. "Your cunt is fucking heaven, you know that?
Huh?...huh?...ohh...ch‑christ...you slutty tart!"
Bang,
bang, bang he rammed into her, both of them grunting and moaning all the while.
I saw his hand tighten around her wrists, and then his other hand dig into her
ass, then shift further.
"Ah!"
she grunted as eyes then flew open.
"Like
that, hmm? You like a finger in your bum, huh? Dirty little bitch!" he
grunted at her through gritted teeth.
She
whimpered.
"I
said, do you like my finger in your bum?!"
She
whimpered again, then, "Uh‑huh," she confessed.
He
fucked into her with slower but harder thrusts as he fingered her asshole more
vigorously. Christ, that guy was having the time of his life! They were so lost
in their lust that I jerked off without worrying about being seen. I was
struggling not to cum, and I very nearly lost it when Steve half‑commanded
as he thrust away, "Turn over, bitch."
"Mmmnf...why?...ahh...ohhh...,"
she asked, barely audible between her knees.
"Just
do it, you damned slut. I'm going to fuck your bum," he growled while
reluctantly withdrawing his cock from her cunt.
She
hesitated, "No. I don't really like..."
"I
said, do it!" he spat.
She
paused for a while, an unsure look on her face. Amazed, I watched her lower her
legs and slowly roll over onto her tummy. Her sweet ass rolled into view. Propped up on her elbows, she looked
innocently back over her shoulder at Steve.
His eyes were hungrily taking in the sweet swell of her full bum cheeks.
This guy was about to fuck my girlfriend in the ass! She rarely let me do it to
her. She must have secretly loved the idea of this fifty‑year‑old‑guy
fucking her up the ass.
"B‑be
gentle...please...please..."
The
drooling Steve placed his hands on either side of the supine Leigh who was
looking very unsure. Moving his body
forward so that his fat gut was over her lithe, curving back until his cock was
looming over the round cheeks of her teenage bum. I could hear Leigh's nervous
panting increase as Steve licked his lips, shook his head smiling and began to
lower his dick. When his cock came in contact with her soft cheeks, Steve
moaned loudly. Then the head
disappeared; it would be against her asshole now.
The
bastard smiled again, and with his hand he took hold of her ponytail, while the
other went under her to tightly grab and squash one of her tits. She looked so
defenseless as he began licking her back.
He shifted his hips down.
Leigh's
eyes went wide and she grunted through gritted teeth. He was pushing his cock into her ass!
"Oh‑h‑h...m‑my
f‑fucking...oh‑h‑h...oh..." was all Steve could manage.
I
knew what he was feeling, the same delicious sensations I experienced when
fucking Leigh's vice‑like anus. Steve pulled back on her hair, squeezed
her tit, gritted his teeth and panted as he pushed again. I could see Leigh
grimace as this fat man's great big
dick filled up her sweet little bum.
"Aahh!...ah!...ohhh...please...Steve...be
care... ahh!"
I
think Steve took some pleasure from the fact he was hurting her a little, and
the fact she also wasn't stopping him. Slowly he started moving his hips up and
down, all the time he moaned, gritted his teeth, panted, pulled hard on her
hair, tightly gripped her tit, and licked his lips, lost in the ecstasy that
Leigh's bum was giving him. Up and down he moved, then he lifted his big gut to
look down and watch his cock withdrawing and then plunging back into Leigh's
asshole. Up and down, moaning and grunting, and then releasing her tit and
moving his hand up to cover her mouth, anticipating that she would grunt too
loudly as he picked up the pace. He was
right.
"Mfff!
Mfff!MMMMMMFFF!" she exclaimed into his hand as Steve pistoned his cock
quickly in and out of her bum.
"Oh!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!...ohhh‑h‑h‑h...ohhhh! Fuckiiiiing
Christ! Fuuuuck," he spat out, his cheeks quivering, his chest heaving as
he fucked her. His hand slipped from Leigh's mouth.
She
was lost in it too now. I could see her
sweet face, twisting and scrunching, and she let loose with her obvious
enjoyment,
"Ohhh...yes...y‑yes...yes...ahh...ohhh...fuck,
fuck, fuck...ohhh, ohhhh...o‑h‑h‑h!"
Suddenly
Steve threw his head back. His entire
body shook and he let out a strangled moan as he came, his hips jerking wildly,
his cock pounding again and again into my girlfriend's bum as he emptied
himself into her bowels. I swear he nearly cried with the intense pleasure
flooding him. His orgasm went on and on as he grunted and shook and
panted. The intensity having passed, he
slowly came down from the dizzy heights of his incredible rapture.
That
was it for me. I let myself cum and was
struck with waves of pleasure as I bit my lip to stifle any moan as I shot my
load into my pants. Once again I had gotten off watching my girlfriend being
fucked by the fat, fifty‑five‑year‑old friend of her
father's, and I had reveled in every sordid second of it.
Leigh
had not come, she never did when fucked in the ass, but she had certainly
enjoyed the ride. Her head slumped to the carpet as she tried to catch her
breath, her chest heaving. Gradually Steve came to, and with much effort he
lifted his fat frame from my girlfriend's back, and then slowly withdrew his
cock from her ravaged asshole. I saw it twitch as it left her bum, dripping the
last of its load onto her cheeks. Steve moved slowly to the side off Leigh, who
was still on her stomach, but now moving to pull her skirt down. Both were panting.
"That
was fucking fantastic, Leigh."
"My
ass is killing me," was her only reply.
Leigh
finally sat up, groggy and disheveled and pulled her top back down over her
beautiful tits. Reaching for her crumbled panties, she shook her head and slid
her feet through the holes, then slid them up her thighs. I took this
opportunity to slide my hand from my pants and resume my passed out façade.
Leigh
and Steve were both silent as they redressed themselves, but there was no
negative tension, just two drunk people who had experienced a great fuck and
were reveling in the aftermath of the event.
Steve
rubbed his face and moved toward his couch. Leigh looked to me, then moved to
slowly mount the couch to press her freshly fucked body against me. My cock
stirred as her sweet cheeks pressed into my groin. Steve laid himself down, and
sighed happily. And, sickly, I was just as happy.
While
Steve may have thought he achieved what he set out to do, it was in fact me
that let this happen. I was the main facilitator of this dirty little
affair. I was the one that let it
happen. And... I wanted it to happen again.
To be continued...
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