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Cum, cum, cum
by KurtVonBellowtwain (kurtvonbellowtwain@gmail.com)

***

An older guy can't help himself with a couple of his 
daughter's friends. Several times. Once consensual and 
once not. Just one of those lucky nights I guess. (Mf, 
nc, rp)

***

Look, this isn't my fault. First off, I don't think I 
did anything wrong. Second, whatever I did do, I 
couldn't help doing it.

This happened back a few years now, when my daughter 
was about sixteen. Maybe it was being a single dad, or 
maybe it was just the way I am, but I always sort of 
tried to be the "cool" father. I'd drive my daughter 
and her friends around when they needed it, I didn't 
mind if they drank in the house so long as it didn't 
get too out of hand, and those kinds of things. This 
didn't make me too popular with some of the other 
parents, but I don't think I'd be lying if I said that 
the kids thought I was ok.

I'd guess it was around when my daughter was 14 that 
people started hanging around the house more, so by the 
time she was sixteen or so the whole thing seemed like 
no big deal, though I guess it was, her and her friends 
still being well below the legal drinking age.

Usually when she had people over, it wasn't too big a 
group, since I was nice enough to let this all happen 
in the first place, and she knew not to push her luck. 
Since she turned sixteen though, the groups had been 
getting a little bigger and a little more co-ed.

The night I'm going to tell you about was not a typical 
night. Even on the bigger nights, there were usually 
maybe ten kids, twelve tops. This night, I'd say there 
were more like twenty or twenty-five. I think it was 
some kid's birthday, but I really don't remember 
exactly if that's true.

Anyhow, as per my daughter's instructions, I was to 
keep myself away from the action, so to speak. I tried 
to oblige, though once in a while I'd walk through the 
house to get a beer from the fridge or something (from 
whichever of her friends had put some in there). It was 
no secret that I was home, so no big deal. Of course, 
on these walks I couldn't help but notice the girls. 

Girls who just a couple years ago looked like little 
boys, some of them looked to me like thirty year old 
women almost, what with all their makeup on and 
whatnot. Some girls had the arms of boys slung over 
them, boys who I could only assume were already or 
would soon get to put their arms on far more than 
shoulders.

Other than these walkthroughs, the rest of the time I 
spent in my bedroom of our bungalow. Usually the kids 
would relegate themselves to the basement, but on this 
night they were definitely on both floors. I could hear 
drunken shouts through my door. Kids.

While I recognized many of the kids in the house, there 
were a few I was more familiar with, as their 
friendships with my daughter stretched back a ways. 
With these kids, I was on closer, more jovial good 
humored terms, where I'd ask them about boyfriends, 
they'd ask me if I'd met any women, that kind of thing.

One of these girls knocked and then entered my room. It 
was Sam. Sam was my daughter's fattest friend, though 
"fat" isn't really the right word at that age. Ten 
years later, her fat would be fat, starting to hang and 
soften, but on a sixteen-year old (who was big, not 
obese -- chubby, you might say) it was just a firm kind 
of softness.

"Hi, Steve," she said.

"Hi, Sam. Drinking a little?" I observed her from my 
chair where I was sitting in front of my computer. I'd 
been thinking about watching some porno and jacking 
off, but had forced myself not to just in case someone 
came in. That said, my file program was still open to 
my porno directory.

"A little." She giggled. There was a half-empty beer 
bottle in her hand. I was worried about her spilling.

"Why don't you put that down?"

"Where?"

"Here," I said, offering my hand and taking the bottle 
from her. This action brought her closer to me.

Sam was one of the girls who had really busted out. 
Maybe in part because she was larger than the other 
girls, her breasts were probably as large as the rest 
of the girls combined. She was just wearing a couple 
tanktops, layered one on the other, nothing meant to 
define her figure, but her round breasts couldn't help 
but make themselves noticed. I also noticed that she 
was wobbling a little.

"Sam, Sam, Sam. Can't stand Sam. What are we going to 
do with you? Maybe you should take a seat."

"Where should I sit?"

As I sat in the only chair in the room, the only other 
place would be the bed or the floor, neither of which 
seemed appropriate.

"I'm not sure." As I said this, I sort of looked around 
the room and hesitated as my eyes happened to pass over 
my lap, my harmless lap. I hoped this would trigger a 
suggestion in her, which in her drunken state would 
assert itself. And it did.

"How about here?" she asked, and began to sit on my 
right thigh.

Despite getting what I wanted, I said, in a somewhat 
shocked tone, "Oh, sure, why not."

As she sat down, I could smell the alcohol on her. It 
was stronger than I would have expected. From the 
uncertain way in which she sat down, I also realized 
she was drunker than I had at first thought. I also got 
a boner more quickly than I would have expected. 
Something about a firm soft fat ass on my upper thigh 
that will do that. So long as she didn't move, I didn't 
think Sam would notice my hard-on. She was sitting on 
my upper thigh, leaning forward a bit, though swaying 
back and forth slightly, drunkenly. 

It seemed to me that through my jeans, the right side 
of my erection was just grazing her left ass-cheek, but 
I didn't think there was any reason for her to assume 
it was a boner rather than just part of my jeans.

"Steven?" she asked me.

"Yes?"

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Sure I do. Why do you ask?"

"I think the boys like the other girls more. Cheryl and 
those girls. I think it's because they're skinnier. Is 
that stupid?"

"No, it's not stupid, but I think you're probably 
wrong. Even if they do, I'm sure there are also boys 
who like you more."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

"Do you like me?"

"Of course I like you. Why would you think anything 
else?"

"Oh, I don't know."

My porno files were still displayed on the screen. I 
was worried Sam would see them, but there was no way to 
close them without making them obvious. I figured that 
in her drunkenness she might not be able to read the 
small print anyhow.

"Steven?"

"Yes?"

"What were you doing before I came in here?"

"Nothing much."

It was somewhere around here that Sam started rocking a 
little more. Less the drunken swaying as before, and 
more a concerted kind of rocking motion. I said 
nothing, but if my erection had any room to grow, it 
did. Her left cheek, with each rocking motion, would 
gently graze the right side of my penis, tickling and 
teasing it through my jeans, which I felt would burst 
open if the zipper didn't hold.

Suddenly, she asked, "Is it ok if I check my email?"

"Um. Sure," I said. I didn't want her to see the files, 
but saying no would have been strange, and maybe her 
opening a browser window would block the files, and 
maybe I did kind of want her to see them (if she hadn't 
already).

"Ok." As she said this, and opened a browser, she also 
quickly moved herself backwards with a small hopping 
motion, which planted the crack of her ass right on my 
boner. Stunned, I said nothing. Neither did Sam. But as 
she checked her email, she began her rocking again, 
this time her ass-cheeks both sliding over and around 
my still-covered boner.

At this point I was sure she knew what she was doing, 
but I wasn't yet sure what I would do. Tell her to 
leave? Act like nothing was happening? I did the only 
thing I could. As she stayed on the computer rocking 
and gliding over my cock, I moved my hands slowly and 
gently to her legs and rested them there a moment. 

With each back-and-forth motion she would make over my 
cock, I would slide my hands up a little higher, over 
her jeans, rubbing her thighs a little and dropping a 
finger down on either side just to tickle the area 
between her thighs on either side of her slit, and then 
up over her shirt, softly feeling her stomach, sides, 
and ultimately resting on her breasts, which I swear 
were the biggest I'd ever felt.

By the time I got to her breasts, which may have taken 
minutes though it felt like hours, we were both 
obviously aware of each other's actions. She stopped 
with the computer and put her hands on my legs while 
she kept grinding into me, though it was no longer just 
a back and forth motion, but was more circular, rubbing 
my cock every which way. 

I kept rubbing her breasts over her shirt as I did 
this. I couldn't believe how good they felt. Huge, 
soft, but not saggy. Soft and shapely. She arched her 
back and leaned her head back into me, and I kissed her 
neck, lifting her long brown hair out of the way to do 
so. She moved a hand behind her and tried to maneuver 
it into my pants. This didn't quite succeed, but she 
managed a finger or two, which were able to tease the 
head of my cock and rub some pre-cum around it while 
she kept grinding onto me. While this went on, I moved 
my hands down her shirt and began to put them 
underneath, against her warm skin like soft smores. 

I worked my way up and felt her breasts again, still 
amazing, only this time I felt them over the satiny 
texture of her bra. Shortly after I got there, she sort 
of slipped away from me, slithering her back down my 
body and twisting, so that she ended up on the floor in 
front of me, her face in the v-shape of my legs.

This was the first time I'd seen her face since we'd 
started messing around with each other. It somehow made 
it more real, scary and exciting at the same time. She 
smiled drunkenly at me for a brief moment, which was 
all the eye contact we had before she started fumbling 
with my belt buckle and fly, both at the same time. It 
looked like I was going to have to help her.

"Sam," I said. "Are you sure you know what you're 
doing?"

"Yeah, sure," she said, some insecurity creeping back 
into her face. "I've done this lots of times." I can't 
verify this one way or the other, but her tone of voice 
and something about her inability with pants made me 
doubt it. In any case, assured, I helped her with my 
pants.

Once the pants were open, the head of my cock was 
poking out from the elastic of my briefs, all covered 
in slick pre-cum. I shuffled my pants down past my 
knees, along with my briefs, and angled my penis 
forward. Sam took it into her mouth right away. Much as 
I still doubt Sam's previous experience, if I'm right 
about that then this girl was simply a born cocksucker. 

My cock was pointing up towards the ceiling, and Sam 
brought her head over top of it and dropped her wet 
mouth right down on top, taking in nearly the whole 
thing. I don't know if it was the beer or what, but she 
had the wettest mouth ever. Her mouth was tight around 
me, but with her tongue slipping expertly around me it 
felt like heaven.

It felt amazing, and I knew I could blow any second if 
I felt like it, but I wanted to prolong things a bit. I 
took her head off me for a minute.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, it's not that." She understood me as I began 
reaching for her shirt, which I lifted over her head. 
As it popped up, her boobs spilled back down. They 
looked even bigger than they felt. With her shirt off, 
Sam unhooked her bra and let her tits fall free. They 
were amazing. They dropped down a few inches below 
where her bra had held them, each one the size of a 
fleshy basketball. I grabbed the back of her head and 
put it back on my cock. 

I squeezed her tits for a bit while she blew me, and 
then put my hands back on her head. On one of her down-
thrusts, I held her head from coming back up and pushed 
a bit, trying to make her take the whole thing. I 
wanted to disappear to my nuts in her. I pushed slowly 
while she choked gently, her body rejecting my actions 
but herself not wanting to displease me. At this moment 
I realized the power I had over this girl. I let her 
back up for some air, and once she'd breathed it in I 
put my hands around her neck and squeezed just gently.

"You like sucking my dick?" I asked her. She nodded, 
her face getting red. "Then suck it. I won't do 
anything to hurt you, you don't have to worry. Do you 
trust me?" She nodded, beet red now. "Ok. I want you to 
take my whole dick in your mouth, so I don't see 
anything sticking out. You understand?" 

She nodded, red as red can be, and I let go. She took a 
deep breath and went back to my cock. I let my hands 
fall to the side, since she already knew what was to be 
done. She slowly pushed her head down onto me. She 
choked a bit as I felt the head of my dick push at the 
back of her throat, but she managed to keep pushing and 
take me in little by little. Eventually I was all the 
way in, and grabbing onto her tits I raised her up and 
told her she'd done a good job.

I didn't want her to stop sucking, but I wanted to have 
more control over it, so I stood up, towering over her. 
This meant I couldn't grab her tits, but all good 
things require sacrifice. What I got for giving up this 
ability was the ability to fuck her face, which I did 
immediately. Sam was upright on her knees, and her 
stomach popped over the front of the jeans she was 
still wearing. With my hands back on her head, I pulled 
her into my cock and fucked her face as quick as I 
could. 

It was all I could do to rein in the pleasure of her 
mouth juices being licked all over my cock, and I 
decided not to bother trying to hold it. Gripping her 
head tight, I told her to get ready, and I pulled her 
head into me strongly while I emptied what felt like a 
swimming pool's worth of cum into her throat. I held 
her head there a moment, making sure any late-coming 
cum would be cleanly deposited in Sam's juicy mouth.

And then a brief panic hit me. I couldn't let her go 
back out there. I had to keep her with me, even just a 
little longer. I knew just the thing.

"Let's go to the bed," I told her.

"Ok." She flopped onto the bed, putting her arms over 
her breasts as best she could, suddenly somewhat self 
conscious. I was fully naked now, approaching her as 
she lay on her back.

"It's not fair that I'm the only one fully naked now, 
is it?"

"Maybe not."

I began working at her pants. I pulled them slowly down 
her pelvis and legs. A pink thong, she was wearing. I 
liked to think that that was what had been rubbing over 
my cock earlier. I slid her panties off as well.

"Has a guy ever licked your pussy?"

"Yeah, I think so, maybe a couple times." Again, I 
didn't believe her, but who knows.

Now with my knees on the ground, I pulled her down the 
bed by her legs until her vagina was right in my face. 
It was neatly shaved, with just a little stripe going 
up the middle. Where did girls learn these things? I 
started into her gently with a finger. I was surprised 
at how wet she was, at first I worried she'd pissed 
herself. But no, I licked my fingers and it was all 
sweet sixteen pussy juice. I worked my fingers in and 
out of her tight vagina. You never expect bigger girls 
to have tight vaginas, but a virgin's a virgin. Her 
clit was visible poking out of its little hood. 

With my fingers still playing inside her, I moved my 
tongue to her clit and danced around it with my tongue, 
twirling, poking, licking, rubbing. She was immediately 
into it, moaning softly, arching and un-arching her 
back. She began pushing herself into me, and I gave her 
what she wanted, licking harder, pushing harder, and 
sometimes nibbling gently around her tight lips. After 
some time, I did something I'd never done before. With 
my fingers incredibly slippery from being inside her, I 
moved one of them down just a bit and twirled it around 
her asshole. She shook a bit.

"That tickles," she said.

Instead of responding verbally, I continued the same 
motion, with slightly more pressure, a little slower, 
until she was able to handle the sensation as one of 
pleasure. I then dropped my tongue, and licked her 
tight puckered asshole. I kid you not, there was a kind 
of sweetness there. Not like any flower, but not like 
you might expect either. There was that tint of stink, 
but it was only a tint, and given the context there was 
something perversely attractive about it. After licking 
it a second more, I moved my tongue back to her vagina. 
All this time I was getting hard again, and by now had 
a full hard-on. Using my right hand to gently jerk 
myself, I continued licking her pussy and touching her 
asshole with my left hand. After a minute, I took my 
left index finger and pushed on the hole. It gave 
reluctantly, and I found my finger inside her asshole. 
I moved it around gently, side to side, and then took 
it out a bit before pushing it back in.

"Sam," I said.

"Yes?" she answered through her moaning.

"I want you to turn over."

She turned over onto the bed, face-down. My knees were 
killing from the floor, and I stood up and got onto the 
bed. I kneeled down next to her face and told her to 
suck me, which she did.

"Get me good and wet." She slobbered all over me. 
"That's good. Real wet now."

After a minute of getting slippery in her mouth, I 
pushed her face back into the mattress and moved back 
towards the bottom of the bed. Putting one foot on 
either side of her torso, I lowered my rock-hard dick 
down towards her asshole. When the head of my dick 
poked into her, she tensed up a little, but said 
nothing.

"Just relax. I won't do anything that would hurt you. I 
know you trust me."

I pushed a bit into her asshole. It was too tight, 
though I was lubed as hell. I spit a couple times onto 
her ass-crack and slathered up and down around the hole 
with my dick. I pushed again. I got a small opening, 
and I just kept patiently pushing, a little at a time. 
After a moment, I had the whole head in, at which point 
I just had to push. I did, and the whole thing went 
slowly in. It felt amazing. I started off slowly, out 
of feeling for Sam, but picked up the pace as I went. 
It felt amazing. The tight hole massaged my shaft while 
my head rubbed up against all sorts of softness inside 
her, which smoothly massaged and rubbed my dick, 
hugging onto it as it tried to push me out. But I kept 
pushing.

As I sped up, my knees began to hurt from crouching, so 
I laid down right against Sam's back. Her body was 
wider than mine, but mine was longer. My head was above 
hers as I continued thrusting into her definitely 
virgin asshole. With my head closer to hers now, I 
could hear her moaning gently, a combination of pain 
and pleasure. While I couldn't thrust as powerfully 
from this position, it did allow me to grab on to her 
breasts, which I squeezed hard while I continued 
sliding myself in and out of her ass. I felt myself 
about to cum again. I thought about pulling out and 
blasting onto her tits, but it felt to good inside. I 
gripped her and pulled myself into her as deep as I 
could, and squeezing her hard I pushed another load of 
cum into her, this time up her ass.

The panic didn't come back this time so much as 
exhaustion. Sam, too, looked as if she were nearly 
sleeping. I wanted to fuck her again, but it was too 
unrealistic. I wanted to fuck her pussy, but I didn't 
want to use a condom, and I definitely didn't want her 
getting pregnant.

"Come on," I told her, patting her butt gently. "Get 
up. You've got to get dressed."

I dressed quickly. As I was finishing, there was a 
knock on the door. Sam was only half-dressed. I opened 
the door as little as possible and stepped outside, 
praying for no tell-tale signs of having just had sex.

"Steven!" It was a group of girls yelling at me.

"Yes?"

"You have to help Denise!"

They were panicked.

"Who's Denise?"

"Denise. You have to help her." This girl was crying. 
"It's Tom and Rick. Those two assholes put something in 
her drink, now they've locked themselves in a room with 
her."

The spare room. I got the key from my own room, where I 
saw that Sam was now dressed, though she was watching a 
porno on the computer and rubbing herself. No time to 
stop that right now. I took the key and went to the 
spare room, telling the girls to let me handle it.

Sure enough, there was some girl lying on the bed, some 
guy jacking off near her face, waiting his turn, and 
some other guy with his dick in the girl.

"Hey!" I said.

"Fuck," said each of the boys, looking at each other as 
if they'd been caught playing cards past bedtime, no 
big deal, though fun-time was over. They put their 
dicks away and walked out of the room. The second one, 
who had been waiting to fuck her, said as he passed by, 
"It's no biggie, man, she's on the pill anyhow."

"Get out of here," I told them, shutting the door 
behind them.

Now, what to do with the girl? I went over to her, 
turned her onto her front. She wasn't moving, but she 
wasn't dead. She moved a little when I grabbed her 
face, smiling gently. She didn't really know much of 
what was happening. She stirred a little more when I 
sat closer to her. She wasn't so much conked out as 
delirious.

As she sat up more, I took in what I saw. She was 
completely naked, though her striped panties were still 
around her ankles, the guys had been too lazy to take 
them all the way off. She was thin, nothing like Sam. 
Denise, apparently, was this girl's name. Her body 
wasn't a boy's, but it wasn't a woman's either. Well, 
maybe it was. They do seem to make women skinnier and 
skinnier these days. She had her hips, but they were 
narrow. She was all narrow, and slim. Her breasts were 
small, and seemed to rest on an invisible shelf while 
she sat up. Her hair was long and blonde. She'd be a 
real hottie in a few years. I guess she already was. 
And already on the pill. Third time's a charm, they 
say.

I had no real reason to believe those boys about her 
being on the pill, but there was something 
fundamentally honest about the way he'd said it. Like 
robbing a store "because they have insurance, man." 
Sure she was on the pill. Naturally.

In any case, my dick didn't care. It was hard again, 
and hadn't had its fill of pussy yet. I didn't feel 
like looking at the girl's ribs and dopey face as I 
fucked her, so I put her back face down, the way the 
two boys had her. Again, I dropped my pants. Bending 
her knees back, I held her ankles in my hands and aimed 
my cock at her pussy. I thought she might be looser, 
but Denise's cunt was tighter than Sam's ass had been. 
I aimed, pushed, and found myself inside. I pounded and 
pounded away into her. Knowing she couldn't feel much, 
I didn't worry at all about her, and just fucked away 
like she was a fuck-doll. Each time I pounded into her 
she would grunt from somewhere inside as my cock forced 
it out of her. Squeezing her ass, it felt juicier than 
it had looked. I squeezed her ass-cheeks together, 
letting her legs down, while I kept fucking into her. I 
had no reason to stay in the room too long, so I didn't 
fuck her too much longer. I felt the cum stream 
building inside me, and I let the pressure well up as 
much as I could, and then I let it burst free, and shot 
my load right into her tiny birth-controlled cunt. I 
then dressed her, told her friends to let her be, and 
went back to my room.

Sam was still there, still watching porno, still with 
her hand in her pants.

"Steve!" she said.

"Keep it down. Jesus."

"You keep it down." She giggled.

"I'm barely even whispering!" I told her. She giggled 
again, re-directing her eyes, and I saw what she meant. 
I couldn't believe it. Hard again.

"Fuck my pussy, Steve."

How could I say no?

I grabbed her from the chair and dragged her to the 
bed, where I threw her down. I pulled off her already 
unzipped pants, pushed her shirt back off over her 
head, pulled my pants back down, and slammed my cock 
right into her.

"Eeep!" she yelped.

"You want to get fucked?"

"Yes."

"Yeah."

"Yes."

"Where?"

"In my pussy. Fuck my pussy Steve."

I fucked her, hard, harder than I'd just fucked Denise 
who I knew couldn't feel it. I wanted to push into 
Sam's cervix, I wanted her to cry for being such a dumb 
young slut and asking me to fuck her tight little 
chubby pussy slit.

"Fuck my pussy Steve." I fucked her pussy. Each of her 
moans was interrupted by a sudden, brief look of shock 
as I'd momentarily push too far into her. I jammed a 
couple fingers into her mouth and let her suck on them. 
Her tits, her huge monster tits, they didn't fall to 
the side while I fucked her on her back. They stayed 
almost right on top, bouncing up and down while I 
fucked into her cunt. It was so warm, and wet, and 
tight. Nothing better. Ever.

I just kept fucking, fucking, fucking her, until I 
came, came, came, and filled her tight "Fuck me Steve" 
pussy with all my all my all my cum, cum, cum.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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