Dell's Dad SeXStoRY

Jessica *We’re trying something a little new this time. Instead of a full story, we’re going to give you a partial story, but hopefully not so little that it’s a tease. The full story will be in the new book soon. We won’t chop this post any shorter though when the book comes out. It will stay just like this from here out. I was just sipping down the last of my whiskey when he just reached down, undid his pants and pulled his dick out. It was limp and laying there against his pants. I almost blurted out, “It looks just like Dell’s!”, but I managed to keep that inside. Instead, I just kind of stared. Mr. Waters finally spoke up. “Dell told me you was a freak. I ain’t gotten laid in months.” He just sipped his whiskey again, like it was no big deal to whip your dick out in the middle of a conversation. I couldn’t stop thinking about how it looked just like Dell’s, long with a slight bend to it, a fat head that was just a little bit lighter brown than the shaft. I still hadn’t moved or said anything. “I see you starin’ at it. Why don’t you come over here and put that mouth on it.” I thought about it for a second or two longer, then said fuck it. I set down the whiskey glass and I went around to the couch he was on and sat down next to him. I leaned over, grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and let that fat head slip into my mouth. He leaned back and said, “I knew you was a little freak.” The moment I started giving him head, I realized I was carrying around all this frustration and tension and on top of that I was stupidly horny and high as fuck. I just needed to cut loose for a bit. I wanted to feel wanted. He put a hand on the back of my head and pushed down a little. “Get that dick, little girl. Don’t be shy. I wanna feel that shit in your throat.” His cock was getting hard pretty fast. I worked him up and down and I could feel that fat head tickling my gag reflex. I started stroking him while I sucked on his head, but I guess he didn’t really want that because he stopped me. “Let’s go upstairs.” Then he surprised the hell out of me by picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. It was something Dell would have done and I loved it. He took me up to his bedroom, which was kind of filthy. He obviously hadn’t had a girl over in awhile. There were clothes and beer bottles everywhere and his bed was a mess. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me between his legs. “Take off that shirt. Let me see those nice titties again.” I pulled my shirt over my head and for some reason, right then, I started feeling weird again. Maybe it was because I’d just fucked Dell in his room down the hall the other week. Maybe it was that Mr. Waters was so much older than me. I wasn’t sure. But I was getting a little weirded out. He reached up and pulled the shoulders straps of my bra down and pulled out my breasts. He latched onto one with his hand and the other one with his mouth and sucked hard. I put my hands on the back of his smooth head and let him suck on me. It felt wonderful. Despite feeling weird, I found myself stepping out of my flats and unbuttoning my jeans. When I’d gotten them undone, he reached to the sides and yanked them down along with my underwear. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you, little girl.” That gave me a chill. Again, he reminded me of Dell. When I stepped out of my pants, he stood up and turned me around and put me on my back on the bed. Then he put his hands under my knees and lifted my legs high and wide. He surprised me though by bending down and taking a long slow lick at my pussy. Not many guys I knew liked to eat pussy or would do it without me asking, so I didn’t even bother asking most of the time. But he was eager and I put my hands back on that smooth head of his. He flicked at my clit with his tongue and then stuck it inside me like it was a dick. He heard me moan and he looked up from between my legs. “Gettin’ that pussy all kinds of wet, ain’t I?” I nodded at him again. He went back to licking me and I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it. Then he moved me up further on the bed and took off his pants and underwear. He wasn’t in as good as shape as Dell was by a long shot. But he wasn’t flabby at all and he was in the best shape I’d ever seen for a guy his age. His skin was the same chocolate color that Dell’s was but he had thick short curly hair all over his chest and legs. After he took off his shirt, he climbed up on the bed with me. His cock was rock hard and I could see pre-cum leaking out of the head. I said, “Grab a condom.” He got a weird look on his face. “You got a disease?” “No.” “You on the pill?” “Yes.” “Then why the fuck would I put on a rubber?” He climbed over me, his cock brushing against my thigh. “Because it’s the rules.” “Whose rules?” He had his hands in my hair now and his face was right up against mine, our noses touching. “My boyfriend and I.” I could feel his heat all over me. “You ain’t got no fucking boyfriend.” “What?” “If you got a boyfriend, what are you doing with your legs spread right now?” “We’re in an open relationship.” He laughed. “You got a boy alright, but you ain’t got no boyfriend. A real man wouldn’t be letting you give it out. I’m gonna show you what a real man is like.” The head of his cock brushed against my labia. “You want a real man in you, little girl? Huh?” I whispered for him to put on a condom but it was barely a whisper. “What’d you say, baby? I couldn’t hear you. Tell me to put my fucking dick in you. Come on. Say it. Say ‘put that dick in my little white pussy.’ Say it.” “Please, put on a condom.” It was still barely a whisper. I was shaking all over. The truth was that a condom was the last thing I wanted right now. “Fuck that noise. That ain’t what I said.” His hand tightened in my hair. “Tell me you want a man in your pussy. Say it. Say you want a man up in that white cunt.” I mumbled. “What’d you say, bitch? I can’t hear you.” “I said I want a man in my pussy.” I really did. He slid his cock up so that it ran over my clit. “You want a man in your pussy? Is that what you said?” I nodded. “Cause you ain’t got no man in your life, do you?” All of of sudden, I was back where I’d been with Randall all those weeks ago. He accused Johnny of not being a real man because he shared me with other men. I was feeling those doubts again. Were they right? “Tell me you want this up in you raw. Say ‘fuck my boyfriend, give me that dick’.” His cock was sliding back and forth over my clit and my knees were up and my legs spread. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck my boyfriend, give me that dick.” “That’s what I thought.” He raised up, pushed his dick down and slipped inside me. I felt myself gushing and running out all over his sheets. “Holy shit holy shit holy shit.” It was all I could say. He felt so good. I dug my fingers into his back and he started sliding his cock in and out of me in long slow strokes, taking his time. He’d push all the way in, deep in me and hold it for a second and then slide all the way back out till just the head of his cock was touching my lips. He pushed into me again and said, “That’s a real man in you. I know you feel that.” I nodded and bit my lip. He pulled out slowly all the way and said, “Damn. Look at my dick. Look at it.” I looked down, it was covered in my juices, white and dripping. He slipped back inside of me and when he did, I could feel an orgasm building up in me. “Oh fuck, please, fuck me hard, right now, fuck me!” He sped up a bit, but not much and said, “Say my name, bitch.” “Fuck me, Mr. Waters, please!” That got him to speed up. I came all over him. I crushed my knees into his side and held onto his arms with every bit of strength I had. I was dizzy I came so hard. Then I could tell he was going to cum too. “I’m gonna bust in that little pussy. Grab my dick girl! Milk that shit! Get it!” I thrust up at him and squeezed him. He dropped his face into the sheets and said, “Ooooh shiiiitttt!” He went limp quickly and I could feel his cock inside me making these little jerks. I was kind of dazed. That had felt so good and so bad at the same time. I was still buzzed from the booze and the pot, but I wanted more. “Don’t you fuckin’ go anywhere, little girl. I ain’t done with you.” He pulled out of me with a slippery sound and reached over and grabbed his whiskey and downed half of what was in his glass. Then he laid on his back and pointed at his dick. “Come over here and suck on this dick girl. Get it clean and hard again.”