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Caught in the Act, Almost - 2
by Matt Man (mattmacman7@gmail.com)
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I'd been caught in my girlfriend's bed by her father.
He punished both of us in a most unusual fashion. 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)
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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?
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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.
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