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He let me know that he was not finished with me and I didn't know whether to be afraid or turned on. I was both. (mf-teens, youths, bi, mast, oral, voy) *** PART 2 After getting caught with me in her bed, I could only imagine that Zoe's restriction was extended. Whatever "punishment" her father meted out was undoubtedly of a sexual nature and was strictly between father and daughter. I got the impression that Zoe's mother, the lovely Holly, was not part what went on between Zoe and her dad. I was afraid to even call Zoe the next day. I figured she would call me when she got the chance and fill me in. I decided to walk directly to the pool the next day alone and act as if nothing had happened when I met up with Monica and Greg. They knew I was going over to Zoe's the night before and I wasn't sure just what to say if asked how things went. It wasn't as if it was my first time alone with Zoe or anything, but she was on restriction and I wasn't supposed to be there. As I walked along, trying to think of something to tell Monica about the night before, if she asked, when I saw a car driving along beside me. I looked over to see that it was Zoe's dad, Mr. J. I nearly freaked out. I almost ran away like a little pussy but I didn't. I gave him a little nod and a wave and kept walking. When he stopped his car I stopped. He called me to the car and asked me to get in. Once again I fought the urge to flee. When I got in he looked at my swim trunks and towel and asked, "Heading to the pool?" "Yes sir," I replied, trying not to sound like a kiss- up. "Did I mention last night that this thing was not over?" he said as we drove slowly along Taylor Avenue toward the public pool. I wasn't sure if he'd said that or not so I hesitated before I attempted to answer. Before I had a chance to speak, he said, "Well, it's not. Do you want to continue seeing my daughter?" My voice cracked as I answered, "I do, sir." "I like you Matt and I would rather see Zoe dating you than any of the other boys she's brought around." "Thank you," I said, clearing my thought and working up a bit of confidence. "If I decide to let you continue seeing my daughter, it will be under my terms. Is that understood?" "Yes sir." "Good. First off, thanks to you and your visit last night, Zoe's restriction has been extended. You won't see her for another two weeks. You are not to call her or come round to see her. You are never to come to my house unannounced. You are to call first and make sure that I have my permission to visit my daughter. Are we understood?" he asked as we pulled up across the street from the pool. "We are sir," I replied. "That's not all," he said, fetching a business card from a briefcase. He scrawled an address on the back and handed it to me, saying, "Meet me here at 6:30 Tuesday evening. We have more to discuss." He extended his hand. I took a firm grip and shook his hand, hoping my hands weren't trembling or my palms weren't sweating. "See you Tuesday?" "I'll be there," I said. Mr. J drove off and my knees nearly buckled. I saw Monica and Greg walking away from the pool, with a certain amount of relief. I knew I wouldn't have to tell them what had happened the night before, but at the same time, I was disappointed that I wouldn't be going out into the woods, to "Greg's Cove" with Zoe to screw in the great outdoors as we usually did. I watched Monica's fine ass swish and sway as they walked away. I decided to follow them. I stayed a safe distance behind them. Knew where they were headed and they were caught up in each other and wouldn't have noticed me anyway. They began to play slap and tickle as they approached the edge of the woods bordering the park. When Greg took a firm grip on Monica's ass my cock twitched and my arousal began. They dipped into the trees and my heart raced as I got into the shade. I laid back to give them a chance to get settled in. When I got to Greg's Cove I could hear Monica giggling and I began to tremble with anticipation. There was a bit of a clearing just before the side path that led back to that little hide away. I quietly made my way through the brush until I caught sight of them. They were on their beach blanket making out. Greg already had Monica's top off and was squeezing her tit. Monica was more buxom than Zoe, with nice full breasts and a gorgeous round ass. I had pictured that sort of scene so many times. Not only had I fantasized about Zoe's parents but I dreamed of threesomes with Monica and Greg. I didn't know that Zoe had already had them but she always promised the she and I would share Monica one day. Zoe and I had taken my friend Paul into bed with us and we had all enjoyed it, but I couldn't get enough of Monica. I'd slept with her a few times but I had to be careful not to get caught by Greg. He was a brute. He must've been 6' 4" and 250 pounds – a second string line-backer on the high school football team. Zoe had told me that Monica said his cock was huge. I didn't realize then that Zoe knew it for a fact. I had seen Greg in the locker room but had never seen it hard, other than that huge bulge in his swim trunks, I could hardly wait. I had struggled with my sexual identity until I got with Zoe. I had sex with my friend Paul, but refused to think of myself as gay. I just thought of it as sexual experimentation. Paul on the other hand took it all very seriously and wanted to make out and even told me he loved me. I never said that to him, although I would come to see in time that I did love him in a way. When Zoe suggested we bring another boy into our bed she hoped there was a way that it could have been Greg, but he would never have gone for that. Paul jumped at the chance to go to bed with me again, even if it involved a girl. Having sex with Paul again stirred up all those feelings again and brought on the fantasies of Mr. And Mr. j, and them Greg, with or without Monica. I didn't much care for Greg. He was dumb as a fence post and he didn't treat Monica well. I didn't like the way he looked at Zoe or the way she looked at him. I didn't even know then that he was fucking her. Monica must have known. That's why she took me into her bed. I learned that Greg never satisfied Monica sexually, but I made her cum like no boy ever had. Greg was cool to hang out with though. He was on the football team and was popular, especially with cheerleaders. All the guys that had picked on me and called me "faggot" left me alone after Greg and I became friends. All that aside, hearing the things that Monica and Zoe said about his cock had me curious. I didn't have to wait long in the bushes that day to find that the things the girls had said were true. In just a couple of minutes Monica had Greg's trunks down and that cock of his in her hand. It was truly massive. Just the night before I had seen a grown man's cock for the first time, Mr. J's, and Greg's was even bigger. Monica's fingers could barely wrap all the way around it. I heard Greg brag that when his prick was hard it was "Ten inched long, thick as a beer can, with a head like an alley cat." And he wasn't far wrong. My own cock throbbed and twitched as Monica stroked Greg's humongous. As they kissed and moaned I moved silently closer. I found a great vantage point where I could see them both well and I could stay in the shadows. At one point I snapped a twig and Greg's head snapped up. I froze in fear. Monica gripped Greg's cock tighter and bit his lip. He forgot all about my sound. Never the less, I stood motionless after that. Monica pushed Greg down on his back and kissed her way down his hard abs, past the hairy belly and kissed the tip of Greg's big dick. I knew just how wonderful it felt to have Monica kiss my dick and I wanted to know what it was like to kiss Greg's dick. I wondered how much of it I could take into my mouth. As Monica took Greg's cock into her mouth, he moaned and I wondered what his cum tasted like. I had tasted my own and Paul's. That was boy cum. The night before I had tasted the cum of my girlfriend's father – the cum of a real man, and it was different. How would the cum of a beast like Greg taste. I found my hand in my trunks, stroking my own little dick. There was a drop of pre-cum at the tip and I had to taste it. I felt like such a fag. There I was watching Monica, one of the hottest girls I'd ever known, half naked, sucking cock and I wanted the cock. The thought of fucking Monica as she sucked Greg crossed my mind. I had imagined such a thing. Fucking Monica as she sucked Greg until she offered his cock to me and we'd share it. We'd suck that cock until he began to cum for us. My fantasies went all over the place. As exciting as those dreams were, they couldn't compare to seeing those two in the flesh. If only I could have joined them. Monica sucked that giant cock with such skill as Greg pulled her bathing suit bottoms off and groped that lovely ass. Monica moved around until I could see her ass perfectly. I could only see the back of her head and not as much of Greg's cock, but her ass had me captivated. She spread her legs and let Greg's big hand between her thighs. I could tell he was spreading the lips of her pussy and heard her squeal as his middle finger disappeared inside her. I wondered if that finger was as big as my cock. I watched intently as Greg's thick finger sawed at Monica's dripping twat. I wanted to taste that pussy even more than I'd wanted to taste Greg's cock. I wanted to eat that ass while Greg fingered her pussy and Monica sucked that cock. I knew if I had been part of it I'd have gotten my share of both of them. I would have let Greg fuck me – anything to be a part of that. I stroked myself until I was close to orgasm I heard Greg's breaths turning into to hoarse pants and knew he was about to cum too. If I couldn't taste his cum I at least wanted to see it. Once sight of his spunk and I'd cum with him. Monica knew he was about to bust a nut too. She pulled her mouth off his cock and we all stared at that throbbing, shiny shaft of man-meat. Monica squeezed Greg's cock and I squeezed mine, She climbed on top of him and mounted his massive member. They both moaned out long and low as she slid down his pole. They drew a collective breath as she rose up until only the head of his cock was between the quivering lips of her pussy. I could see his entire cock between her legs. I watched as her juices ran down Greg's cock. I knew how wet Monica could get. What I wouldn't have given to crawl between them and lick that cock clean They grunted in unison when she dropped down on him – again and again, her titties bouncing along to the slapping rhythm of their sweaty skin. Faster, harder, deeper she bounced on his stiff, thick dick. I wanted to see her cum, just once. She told me that he had never made her cum. I got her off the first time, which is not how it went with Zoe and me. Greg cried out and I knew it was going to be the same way. If only I could see it, feel it, taste it. Monica poised herself at the top of his cock and made him buck up to take her back into him as he let out a bestial bellow and grabbed her tits in both hands. When he dropped back down Monica pulled off and stroked his still oozing cock, milking him, as if to give me a glimpse of what I wanted. At the same time she had squirmed around and offered me a view of pussy, sloppy with her juices and Greg's cum. "Let me suck that clean for you Baby!" I almost said out loud. My eyes shifted from Monica's dripping cunt to Greg's slippery dick. I almost died when Monica began to lick that dick. "How delicious is your sex?" I said to myself. I stopped just short of getting myself off. I could have pretended that Monica made me cum, or that I got off for Greg, but I held back. I was finally learning to refrain. I thought that maybe I should have let loose, since it would be a while before I would see Zoe, but I didn't. I stood there with my hard cock in my hand until Monica finished licking her lover's cock clean, lay her head on his chest and let him drift off. She dipped her fingers into own twat and worked that clit until she got herself off. That was almost enough to make me cum but still I resisted. Once I was sure they were asleep, I slipped away as quietly as I could. I was proud of my stealthy escape and of my willpower. I was so horny though that I could hardly stand it. My cock was still hard and my balls were aching. Zoe wasn't available but I needed to get laid, bad. I knew where to turn for a piece of ass and some boy cum. I set off in search of Paul. He never turned me away. To be continued? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 75