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Caught in the Act, Almost
by Matt Man (mattmacman7@gmail.com)

***

I couldn't figure out how a nerdy half-a-fag guy like 
me ended up with a hottie like Zoe. It was off-again 
and on-again at first, but I stuck with it and learned 
to be the kind of lover she craved. I just wasn't 
enough for her. She got around a bit and I put up with 
it. She had me invite my friend Paul into bed with us 
for a three-some and promised we'd have her friend 
Monica join us, but we never did. When she finally let 
me into the forbidden sanctuary of her bedroom, I 
could never have been prepared for what would happen. 
(MF/mf-teens, underage, bi, inc, reluc, rom)

***

I recall a night that was at once my worst nightmare 
and a dream come true. My girlfriend, Zoe, had 
convinced me to pay her a Saturday night visit at her 
house. She was on restriction and couldn't come out. 
Her folks were out for the evening and she was sure 
that as long as I was out by midnight, one AM at the 
latest, we would be fine. I wasn't aware at the time 
that it had been her routine with Monica's boyfriend, 
Greg.
 
If Zoe's best friend, Monica, and her boyfriend, Greg, 
didn't have a date, Zoe would make some excuse not to 
see me and she would have Greg over. And if she and I 
didn't have a date, Greg would make an excuse to end 
his date with Monica early and pay my girlfriend a 
visit. I sometimes wonder why I loved that little slut 
so much. Then I think back and it's obvious. 

I was nervous as hell. Zoe's folks seemed to like me 
and I didn't want to fuck that up. I loved her folks 
too. I mean I really loved them, especially her mom, 
Holly. Holly was the hottest "mom" I knew. If ever 
there was a MILF, Holly was it. She was twice my age 
and was the most lovely woman I knew. I had more 
fantasies about her than I care to mention. Zoe's dad 
was an attractive man too. Nobody else's parents 
looked as good as Zoe's. They always made me feel 
comfortable. The only reason, before that night, that 
they ever intimated me, was how kind and attractive 
they were. They were as much friends to Zoe as they 
were parents.

There we were, making out on the couch in Zoe's family 
room, the same place that, unbeknownst to me, she made 
out with Greg. The excitement of the fear added to the 
thrill of being alone in Zoe's house with her. We made 
out on that couch and I got nervous and worried that 
her parents might come home early and catch us. It 
would be years before I ever heard the story about the 
time that happened with Greg. She took me to her 
bedroom for the first time.
 
Zoe had made quite a good lover out of me. I had 
disappointed her at first. She had dumped me early on, 
but took me back and taught me how to please a woman. 
That night I was on my game. The sex was amazing. Zoe, 
as usual was unbelievable. We made love for an hour, 
in every way we could imagine. We lay together and 
talked, sharing our sexual dreams and fantasies. I 
loved the way she told me about her dreams as if they 
had actually occurred. I was sure that some of them 
had and I was right. She just changed the names and 
places and made it seem like something that had only 
happened in her mind. 

That night she described what she said was a dream 
she'd had. She'd dreamed that she was in bed with her 
girlfriend, Monica, who I'd had many a fantasy about. 
I'd had the hots for Monica before Zoe had ever paid 
me any attention. In her dream Monica had kissed her, 
against her will. Zoe gave in and soon she was making 
out with Monica. They began to touch one another. Zoe 
described in great detail how Monica's lips and tongue 
felt and tasted. I don't know if Zoe had any idea more 
badly I had longed to kiss Monica, even after I had 
started dating her.

Once Zoe had described that first kiss she placed her 
lips against mine more tenderly than she ever had. I 
was sure that was just how it must have felt to kiss 
Monica. She whispered so very softly how Monica had 
kissed her earlobe and her neck. Zoe's lips trailed 
down my neck to my shoulder, then to my left nipple. 
She told me that Monica had licked and kissed her 
aureola and sucked her nipples. Zoe sucked my nipples 
and kissed down across my stomach. "And just as I 
thought she was going to eat my..." Zoe said and then 
paused. She slid up my chest and whispered into my 
ear, "my pussy..." The words, "my pussy," had never 
sounded so sensuous. "You walked in."

"Me?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "You walked in and Monica reached out 
to you. You were naked and beautiful. You climbed in 
with us and she kissed you. It made me jealous but I 
let her. I had no choice. She had me in her power."

The idea of kissing Monica was exciting enough, but it 
was even more thrilling to think of Monica kissing me 
with Zoe right there with us, in Monica's power.

Zoe went on to describe how Monica and I raped her and 
then she gave in to us because she realized that I was 
under Monica's spell also. The girls went on to share 
me in every way that I could ever imagined. It was 
wilder and more exciting than my own fantasies had 
been. Little did I know that she was describing a 
threesome she'd had with Monica and Greg and the roles 
they'd played. It wouldn't have mattered. I had never 
been more turned on.

She had described that sort of dream before. They all 
turned out to be threesomes she'd had with them. She 
teased me with it over and over. She'd had gotten me 
to invite my friend Paul to join us in bed and she 
seemed to love it. She promised that she'd pay me back 
by bringing Monica into bed with us, but she never 
did.

The little "dream" had the effect that Zoe had hoped 
for. I was so excited and hard. She whispered, "Rape 
me! "Take me! Have your way with me!"

I climbed on top of her and nestled myself between her 
warm thighs. She pretended to resist, pushing my 
shoulders weakly and wiggled around as if she was 
trying to get out from under me. 

I imagined that Monica was watching us and I wanted to 
impress her with my manliness. "Hold still, little 
girl," I barked at Zoe. "You know you want this as 
much as I do."

"No I don't, you son of a bitch! She whimpered. "My 
Daddy will kill you if he catches you here like this!"

I knew she was right about that, but I also knew we 
were playing roles. I pushed my hard cock against her 
soft pussy, still full of cum and wet with her juices 
of brand new excitement. I drove my cock deep into 
her, she squealed and at that moment we heard the car 
pull up. Her folks were home. When I tried to pull out 
she grabbed me and said, "Oh no you don't! You have to 
finish what you started. Now fuck me!"

I was scared shitless. The adrenaline combines with 
the testosterone and I was soaring. I had never felt 
like such a man. Zoe had a way of doing that to me. 
She was the one that had turned a nerdy, little, half-
a-fag into the boyfriend of the coolest. Little slut 
in school, and back again. I started banging as her 
hard as I ever had and kept it up until her parents 
were in the hall. That's when she clutched me close 
and smothered my mouth with hers. "Sh-h-h," she 
whispered, "Real slow and quiet now." There was no 
doubt who was really in charge of Zoe's little rape 
scene.

We help as still as we could until we heard her 
parents stumble into their room. We heard them fall on 
their bed and Zoe began to gyrate beneath me, slow and 
steady and whispered, once more, "S-h-h. slow and 
quiet." We fucked in Zoe's bed to the sound of her 
parents fucking in their own bed. Only Zoe had parents 
that would sound sexy making love in the next room. I 
imagined at one point that I was Zoe's dad, Ted, 
ravishing his gorgeous wife, Holly. I'd had fantasies 
involving both of them before. But never had I been in 
the act of fucking their daughter, in slow motion, 
within earshot of the two of them fucking, in real 
life.

Only the fact that Zoe and I had fucked just an hour 
before kept me from exploding into my girlfriend in a 
minute's time. When I was ready to cum, she whispered, 
"Not until I say when." It was a thing she had taught 
me. I was not to get off until she said so. There were 
times that she didn't let me cum at all. She said it 
was pay-back for all the times that I got off and she 
didn't. I knew I deserved that sort of treatment. She 
also taught me to "embrace the ache." I had grown to 
love the longing I harbored for her. I was probably 
the only boy in the world that enjoyed "Blue Balls."

I struggled to hold back my second orgasm as we kept 
up our excruciatingly slow, sexual ballet. Finally Zoe 
whispered, "Now! Cum for me. Cum with me!" As I 
emptied my aching balls into her she shuddered and 
shook with tremors of orgasmic ecstasy. The moments of 
torture were well worth the reward of mutual orgasm. 
She prized those even more than I did. She deserved 
them for enduring all the disappointment I provide her 
as she trained me.
 
We came hard together and shared, sloppy, breathless 
kisses and whispered affirmations of our undying love. 
The house was quiet, telling us that Ted and Holly had 
finished as well. We lay there listening to the 
silence. "Just a few more minutes," she whispered, 
"And you can sneak out of here," We clung to one 
another and fell asleep in each other's arms. 

I was awaked by the sound of Zoe's frightened voice, 
sobbing, "Oh, Daddy! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!"

I opened my eyes to see Zoe's father, Mr. Johnson, 
standing beside her bed, dressed in just his boxers, 
his arms crossed. He had always seemed like a kind, 
lovely man to me. At that moment he seemed ten foot 
tall and very frightening. It was only natural for a 
teenaged boy to be frightened, having been caught in 
his girlfriend's bed by her father. Zoe's sobs and 
pleas only added to my fear. 

Zoe slid out from under the sheet and fell at her 
father's feet, kissing them and begging, "Please don't 
hurt him Daddy. It was all my fault. Whip me if you 
have to, but don't hurt Matt. I love him Daddy." She 
climbed up her father's legs and wrapped her arms 
around his waist, crying, "I'll make it up to you 
Daddy. I swear I will. I'll do anything, Daddy – 
anything." I could tell from the bulge in his boxers 
that he was aroused. 

Zoe wiped her face, her tears and her nose on the 
fabric of his shorts and sobbed, "Please Daddy? 
Forgive me? Let me make it up to you?" His bulge was 
growing. She touched her cheek to his hardness and 
gently moved along the length of it. It continued to 
grow as she rubbed her face on it. 

Her father brushed the hair back from his daughter's 
face and wiped a tear from her cheek. He ran his 
fingers through her tangled hair and then suddenly 
snatched her back with a handful of it. She looked up 
at him and sniffed. He hooked the thumb of his free 
hand in the waistband of his boxers and Zoe took hold 
of the other side. Together they pulled his boxers 
down until his cock was set free. Zoe pulled them all 
the way down. He stepped out of them and she kissed 
his feet again. 

He stood there in that dim light, stark naked and hard 
with his beautiful daughter, my girlfriend, equally as 
naked, at his feet. I had never seen a more awe 
inspiring, and awesome sight in my life. I knew Zoe 
loved her father dearly, but at that moment she was 
worshiping him. She was begging his forgiveness and 
offering to make any sacrifice to save our lives. He 
was a truly majestic – still ten foot tall and the 
most powerful figure I'd ever laid my eyes on. I had 
imagined and fantasized about him, but it hadn't 
prepared me for what I beheld that night. 

His body was firm and tanned. His member was 
magnificent. He was a real man. I had never seen a 
grown man's cock. Other than the guys in the locker 
room at school I had never seen one hard except for 
Paul's. It seemed huge. I realized that I was just as 
hard. But my dick seemed so puny just then.

Zoe was still crying softly as she climbed back up his 
bare legs, rubbing her cheeks on his skin and 
whispering, "Oh Daddy. Daddy I love you." I couldn't 
believe what I was witnessing. I knew I shouldn't be 
there. I wanted to disappear, but all I could do was 
hold my breath. 

When Zoe's lips touched her father's balls I saw his 
cock throb and felt mine twitch. I fought back a gasp 
when she kissed the base of his dick. When she slid 
her lips along the shaft and kissed the crown of that 
thing I thought I'd die. I had never been more 
aroused, more jealous or angrier in my life.

I wanted Zoe and I wanted to be Zoe at the same time. 
I had fantasized about Mr. Johnson and his gorgeous 
wife a number of times. I would have given anything 
for them to take me into their marital bed and allow 
me to try and please them. I had tried not to imagine 
me with Zoe and her father, but sometimes it happened 
in my dreams, dreams I never mentioned to anyone. It 
was my most forbidden fantasy. I didn't want to share 
with anyone but Paul or maybe Monica. Paul didn't seem 
to be a threat and Monica, well... I didn't want to 
think of her and her father that way. Yet there I was, 
seeing it happen in real life and it upset me. 

I got angrier and more jealous as her little tongue 
slid along the shaft of her father's amazing cock. My 
head nearly burst when she swirled that tiny tongue 
around the crown of his organ as she had done mine so 
many times. And when she took it into her mouth, I 
thought, "How could he do this to her? How could he 
make his little girls suck his cock this way?"

When Zoe looked up at her daddy, I realized that he 
wasn't making her do anything she didn't want to do. 
She had offered to do "anything" to have him forgive 
her. She knew what that would be. All my deepest, 
darkest suspicions were realized. This was not the 
first time they'd done that.

My head and heart were a jumble of emotions – fear, 
jealousy, confusion, but mostly lust. I could feel my 
heart pounding in my ears. My cock was throbbing and 
my balls were aching again already. I could hear Zoe 
slurping and grunting. I could hear her father 
moaning. I wanted her and I wanted him. Mostly I just 
wanted to vanish. Just as he drew a deep breath and I 
was sure he was about to cum, I think I gasped and he 
looked my way.

My heart sank and the room grew cold. He pulled Zoe 
off his cock by the hair of her head and she 
whimpered. She looked up at her daddy and saw that he 
was looking at me with a look in his eyes that could 
only be described as loathing. "Daddy?" she whined. 
"No Daddy, please." She looked back over her shoulder 
at me and chewed her lower lip.

"Matty, I'm so sorry," she whispered. She turned just 
enough to reach back to me. Without thinking I reached 
out and took her little hand. Her father reached down 
and firmly gripped my arm. Together they pulled me 
toward them. I swung my feet down to the floor, not 
knowing if I would stand my ground and take it like a 
man or run like hell. Before I could even stand Zoe 
was pulling down on my hand and her father had his 
hand on my shoulder, pushing downward. I found myself 
naked, like Zoe, kneeling before that imposing figure 
of a man. I would worship him as well if it would save 
my life.

Zoe's father cradled the back of my head with his 
strong but gentle hand and I felt her dainty hand 
glide tenderly along my shoulder and come to rest at 
the back of my neck. Her other hand still gripped her 
daddy's massive member. She slowly brought the tip 
down until it was perpendicular to his muscular body, 
less than a foot from my face.

Mr. J. Slowly pulled me toward him, with his 
daughter's assistance. I offered very little 
resistance. They stopped with my trembling lips just 
inches from the tip of that thing. My blood was 
boiling from all the emotions churning within me – all 
the fear, anger, longing and desire. The longing and 
desire beginning to outweigh the rest. 

I could smell his wife's sex on him. His cock still 
glistened with his daughter's saliva, but she hadn't 
licked away all her mother's exciting aroma away. The 
tip of her daddy's dick was wet when Zoe touched it to 
my lips for the first time. She swiped it from left to 
right and back again, just barely grazing the soft, 
wet crown along my lips.

I parted my lips ever so slightly and extended my 
tongue. Touching the tip I learned that it was not 
only wet with Zoe's spittle, but a silvery drop of 
precum oozing out. I let it coat the tip of my tongue.

I tantalized the underside of the velvet crown , 
touching a very tender spot I loved to have licked by 
Zoe or Paul. Paul knew how it felt when he licked me 
there and I was sure that Mr. J. would appreciate it. 
He let me know he did, with a little shiver. I 
lovingly kissed the head of his cock, sucking in that 
tiny drop of precum and her moaned. I ran my tongue 
along the underside all the way to the base, finally 
getting a taste of Her. Along with the precum of Zoe's 
father and the saliva of my sweet little girlfriend I 
got a taste of the pussy of her gorgeous mother. I 
licked hungrily all around the base of her father's 
cock – everywhere that Zoe's hadn't reached, gathering 
all of Holly's nectar that I could gather. Mr. J's 
moans let me know he was enjoying it.

I lost track of everything but Mr. J's cock for a 
moment in my quest for the flavor of Zoe's mother's 
arousal. It was like nothing I had ever known. I had 
tasted Zoe a number of times and her girlfriend Monica 
twice, but this was different. It was beyond being the 
taste of a real woman. Holly – Mrs. J was so much 
more. She was a goddess.

Mrs. J's husband, the almighty Ted, was moaning louder 
as I licked and kissed his enormous cock. I had fallen 
into a state of worship as Zoe had been. When my mouth 
got back to the top I took head of His cock into my 
mouth and sucked. He and Zoe pulled my head down on 
his member. I took in nearly all of it. It was almost 
twice the size of Paul's and probably bigger than 
Greg's. From what I had seen in the locker room, 
Greg's cock was huge, but I'd never seen it hard.

I gagged a little when Mr. J's cock hit the back of my 
throat and he pulled my head back slightly, only to 
thrust it in again. I opened my throat, as Paul had 
taught me, and took it all in. My nose brushed His 
pubes and I smelled his wife. My own cock was hard 
again and throbbing. I was hoping that Zoe would take 
it into her grip or even better into her mouth, but 
the main thing that mattered just then was her daddy.

Zoe kissed my cheek and whispered, "That's it Baby. 
Suck my Daddy's cock. Make him happy, Baby. Make him 
cum. You know what to do. You're the best."

I took that last comment as high praise. I knew that 
she meant that I was "the best" lover, not just a good 
cock sucker. I wanted to make Him happy. I wanted to 
make Him cum. I was dying to taste a real man's cum. I 
wanted to ingest the seed that created the girl I 
loved. I had tasted Paul, but he was just a boy. And I 
had tasted my own cum, but I knew Mr. J's sex would 
taste as different from Paul and me as Mrs. J did from 
her daughter and Monica. 

Mr. J gripped the left side of my head and his 
daughter followed his lead and gripped the right side 
of my head. Together they held my head steady as He 
fucked my face. I opened my mouth and throat and 
welcomed onslaught, struggling not to gag and fighting 
back my tears.

Zoe kissed my neck and whispered into my ear again, 
"Yes, Baby! Yes! Such a good boy. Suck Daddy's cock. 
Make Daddy cum!"

I heard his breathing getting deeper and his grunts 
getting stronger. I felt my heart pounding through my 
chest. I dying to make "Daddy" cum – dying to taste 
his seed. Just as I was sure he was going to unload 
down my throat, he pulled my off his cock and pushed 
me back to the bed. He pulled his daughter to him, but 
not in time. His seed spewed on her face, just above 
her mouth before she got her lips on his member and 
caught the bulk of it. She slurped and sucked at her 
Daddy's cock, stroking and drawing out every last 
drop. My heart sank that I wasn't part of it at that 
point and the facts of what was transpiring reemerged. 
My girlfriend was sucking her father's cock, and 
loving it. I still wanted more of Him and more of her.

When Zoe had drained her father's cock of the last of 
its seed, He pushed her back beside me, with our backs 
against her bed. She kissed me and drove her tongue 
into my mouth. She gave me what I had wanted. She 
hadn't swallowed all of her daddy's cum. Her tongue 
was covered in it as well as her lips and her face all 
around her mouth. I licked her face, kissed her lips 
and sucked her tongue until Mr. J snatched me to my 
feet.

"Now get your clothes and get the fuck out of here," 
he told me, "Before my mood changes and decide to 
break your neck."

"Yes sir," I stammered.

"Don't you ever let me catch in here again. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes Sir!"

"And be quiet about it, you hear?" he whispered. 
"Don't wake my wife."

"Yes Sir," I repeated. He let go of me and I gathered 
my things. I slipped on my pants and left with Mr. J 
standing naked little girl cowering at His feet. I 
found my way outside and ran all the home, barefoot 
and naked from the waist up. 

When I got home and safely in my own bed it seemed 
like it couldn't have really happened, but I could 
still taste them all on my tongue. I tasted my girl, 
Zoe, the slightest hint of her goddess of a mother, 
but mostly her Daddy's seed. It was different from 
Paul and me. It was stronger. It was man-cum, and not 
just any man. It was Zoe's Daddy.

I was naked in my bed. My cock was hard and my balls 
ached. I started to stroke myself, wondering what had 
happened in Zoe's room after I left. Had she cried on 
His shoulder, had He whipped her, or did He climb into 
her bed and fuck His little girl? I pictured Him in 
her bed and all my jealousy and rage returned. I was 
sure who I was more jealous of – He that got to sleep 
with that beautiful girl anytime or she who was the 
recipient, as well as the product of his seed? 

I had thought that my homo-erotic tendencies were 
strange and confusing until that night. They paled in 
comparison to the homo-incestuous feelings that had 
flared up in me. I couldn't believe how aroused I was 
at the thought of Mr. J in his daughter's bed. I hated 
him for it but I wanted to go back and join them. 

I started to cum. It wasn't large in volume but 
powerful in intensity. I wasn't sure who I wanted to 
share it with. I wanted Zoe. I wanted Him and I longed 
for her mother. Oh to belong to that family. I had 
never loved Zoe more. 

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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