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Sugar Daddy
The summer before my senior year of college I
spent the third week of August with my roommate
Karen. She had kept begging me to come and hang
out with her.
"More fun than you can possibly imagine," Karen
nagged, “please come for a visit. You’ll love
it, I promise.”
"What's up with that?" is what I usually
responded whenever she went on about her family
and their big old farmhouse in western Kansas.
"What exactly is there to do in west Kansas?
There are no oceans, no lakes, just miles and
miles of flat land and tornadoes. Where do you
wear your bikini to, the tanning salon?"
"We do have Finney Wildlife Area and Bison
Refuge nearby," Karen whined about her hometown
of Garden City.
Well, I went. At least I could ride my Harley
because they did have roads. I muttered as I
cruised along I-70 through Kansas , "No frigging
wonder Dorothy took the first ride outa the
place."
Did you ever see a dude ride a Harley in Kansas?
They pull one variety of farm equipment or
another behind it. I don't know what you call
them damn things; threshers and tillers and
whatever. I am definitely not mechanically
inclined except when it comes to Harleys and
vibrators.
"And where the hell are my fresh batteries?" I
kept asking myself out loud as I rode and rode
and rode. The vibrating Harley between my legs
gave me a little buzz but not nearly as good as
my favorite toy.
Of course, the first thing I had to do when I
got to Karen's rhymed with see. Nobody seemed to
be around. I opened the screen door to the front
porch and the door to the house being wide open,
I went right in. I mean, I like had to go, you
know?
They didn't even have a door to the john; just a
curtain. Nice big bathroom though.
I'm sitting there doing my thing and feeling a
whole lot better about life in general.
This wimpy little dude walks in on me just
wearing a towel. Of course, I recognized Karen's
brother who she talked about like some of our
campus galpals talked about sexually transmitted
diseases. I recalled she called him Willy.
So Willy, he never says "Excuse me" or nothing,
stands right in front of me just sitting there
on the can in total shock, drops his towel,
grabs his little dick and says, "Yo, biker babe,
you want some of this?"
I am not often speechless but this act defied
words. He turned around and got into the shower.
Well, I simply couldn't let this just pass with
no comment.
I pulled back the shower curtain and yelled over
the streaming water, "Your sister is right. You
are the only living abortion. Do your friends
call you 'Needledick the bug fucker' or what?
I'm done on the toilet. It’s your turn now. I
see what Karen meant when she said you are the
only guy she knows who has to pee sitting down."
And then Karen walks in. Getting a little
crowded here, but like I said,, a big bathroom.
She gave me a big hug and we kind of slobbered
on one another.
"What's up with your brother? What a dweeb!"
"Yeah, but he is family. We all have a cross to
bear." With that she stripped off her clothes
and got into the shower with her brother.
Well, I was hearing noises and I simply couldn't
resist pulling back the shower curtain.
Karen was on her knees in the shower and sucking
her brother's cock.
And then their father walks in. Getting a little
more crowded here, but like I said, big
bathroom.
I'm thinking like "Oh, shit!" because he looked
really angry. At the same time I'm whispering,
"Oh, shit!" because isn't whatever happens next
going to be so amusing; the stuff of which soap
operas are made. "Don't bend over for the soap,
Willy," I said under my breath and giggled.
William, the father, he looked pretty rugged for
an old dude. He was a widower. Karen's mom, like
mine, was an angel up in heaven.
I'm still standing there with my jeans and
panties down because things were moving too fast
for me to even think about pulling them up. And
the old dude is paying me no mind, at least for
now.
William ripped open the shower curtain. The kid
Willy was so shocked he pulled his dick out of
Karen's mouth.
"Yo, dad!" Willy said in greeting and looked
quite pleased.
Karen, her mouth empty at the moment, squealed
"Hi, Daddy!" and continued to stroke her brother
with her hand.
Karen went back down on Willy again hard and
fast, pulled him out and he shot cum all over
her face. She looked at her father, not her
brother, and asked, "How’s that? Better?"
I almost choked, which prevented me from saying,
"What in the hell is going on here?"
William said to his son sternly, "Get your ass
up in your bedroom. I'll deal with you later.
After I finish with your sister and ..." and he
looked at me.
Willy ran out and didn't even bother to grab his
towel. I figured Karen just might get a beating
right about then.
But no, William looked at me, not her. "Do you
think this is funny, bitch? I heard you
snickering."
"Well, ah, no. No sir. It's just ..." I
stuttered and stammered.
William grabbed my long hair roughly as he sat
on the toilet. He pulled me down on his lap and
started paddling my bare bum.
I couldn't believe my ears. Karen screamed,
"Harder daddy! Fucking smack her good. She likes
it rough."
With that Karen got out of the shower, got a
stool that was sitting in a corner, stood on it
right in front of the toilet, bent at the knees
and stuck her pussy in her father's face. Oh my,
I thought, he's spanking his daughter's best
friend and eating his daughter. This definitely
should be on one of those talk shows.
I knew it wouldn't take Karen long from personal
experience. Put your tongue on her clit, show a
little enthusiasm and she would get off in
minutes. I'm quick but she's quicker.
When she did, her daddy turned his full
attention to me. He pushed me off his lap and
onto the floor, slipped it right inside me and
started humping like crazy. This went on for
what seemed like an eternity and I'm fighting
him, scratching and biting and trying to squirm
free. None of it seemed to faze him one bit.
I suppose I could have pushed him off if I
wanted but I didn’t and for whatever reason I
stopped fighting. Well, I know why; I began to
enjoy it. I made the mistake of grabbing
William’s face and kissing him passionately. He
stopped. He fucking stopped!
William nonchalantly pulled up his pants and
walked out of the bathroom. Karen helped me up
off the floor and we straightened ourselves up.
I didn't know what to say so I didn't say
anything. Karen was smirking and finally I just
couldn't help laughing myself. I mean, talk
about some crazy shit!
We crept upstairs to hear what was going on with
father and son.
"Willy," we heard dear old dad say, "your sister
is going back to college in a few days. You need
a girlfriend. Here's a phone number. Her name is
Jennifer. Ask her out. I'm very good friends
with her mom. You can use my car but dammit, be
careful. Remember you don't have a license.
Don't go far. With the car I mean. You can go as
far as you want with Jennifer. Just make sure
you use a condom. Here. If you need more just
get them out of my top left dresser drawer."
We crept back downstairs, me in total shock and
Karen giggling.
Dinner with the "fucking family" was wonderful.
Lots of invigorating conversation. Willy kept
right on pissing me off.
Willy thought he him to be so computer literate
and me to be so stupid. "Hey, you are old, you
know anything about DOS," he threw at me.
When I replied, "Yeah, asshole, that's Spanish
for two," he like went spastic.
"Keep spanking that monkey ten times a day, shit
for brains," I continued. "It'll grow. Pretty
soon it will fit in a thimble, you pimple faced
pussy. You are what you'll never get. Pussy."
And then the daddy slapped Willy with one hand
and me with the other. Willy shut right up and
so did I. But I would not have except William
put his hand under the table and started
tickling the inside of my thigh.
After dinner Willy actually started being nice
to me. He and Karen pleaded with me to go to the
nursing home with them and daddy to visit their
grandmother. Really big fun I'm thinking but I
said OK.
We get there and grandma is really spaced out.
Karen explained the situation. "She has
Alzheimer's disease and only rarely recognizes
people or familiar things. Daddy knows how to
jar her back into the real world. Watch him! He
should have been a doctor."
William helped his mother out of her rocking
chair and onto her knees. He unzipped his pants
and pulled it out. "Mother, let me help you take
out your dentures."
"Son, is that you?" she said as soon as she felt
him with her gums.
"Willy, come here and say hello to your
grandmother," the father commanded. Sonny had
his pants down before daddy even finished the
sentence.
Fifteen minutes later this old biddy was as
lucid as you or I and the five of us really had
a pleasant visit. She told some great stories
about her life in the circus fifty years ago.
What a memory! The stories about her and the
midget triplets seemed just too incredible. The
dudes were named Little Larry, Little Curly and
Little Moe.
"They had little you know whats but really long
tongues!" Grandma cackled in fond remembrance.
When we returned to the house we were all beat
and I became a little concerned about the
sleeping arrangements.
Not to worry. We all slept in William's bedroom,
in his king size bed. I even got to like Willy a
little that night. I mean, he could get it up
quickly again and finally I found the answer for
getting him to shut up. Karen and I gave him a
cute little nickname, Muffy.
As for William, well, he finally finished what
he started in the bathroom hours before and
quite well, thank you. I now understood why
Karen occasionally referred to him as Daddy
Dearest.
I stayed for seven days. By the time I left,
they all joked about adopting me.
"Sorry. I have a father. And I'm on my way to
see him for a couple days before I have to be
back to that wonderful institution of higher
learning." We all kissed and hugged and off I
went.
My mother had passed away more than five years
ago and my father went into a shell. He never
seemed to be interested in women or much else
for that matter.
It was about 2:00 AM when I pulled into the
driveway. Home sweet home. I had my own key of
course.
I crept up to my father's bedroom and went right
in like I always do. Always the light sleeper,
he heard me even as I tiptoed and woke. "Sugar,
is that you?"
"No, Daddy, it's the Avon Lady, like you would
pay any attention to her anyway, even if she
looked like Sharon Stone and wasn't wearing ...
, oh never mind."
"Sugar, why didn't you tell me you were coming?
Your room is a mess. I moved a bunch of
furniture and stuff in there while I remodel the
den."
"Daddy, I'm not sleeping in my stupid room with
all the stuffed animals. Would you please get
rid of that shit? I'm a big girl now."
"OK, you know where the blankets are, in the
front closet, if you are sleeping on the couch."
"Daddy, I'm not sleeping on the couch."
"Sugar, you have to stay. You can't go riding
off in the middle of the night. I want you to
stay."
"I am, Daddy."
"You are one crazy girl. I'll talk to you in the
morning wherever it is you decide to sleep."
With that he turned on his side away from me and
stuck his head under the pillow.
I slipped off my clothes, got in the bed and
snuggled up to him.
"Sugar, whaaa ...?
"Daddy, here's your Sugar." I kissed him
lovingly and gently placed his hand between my
legs and I slipped my own hand down the front of
his pajamas.
"Daddy, pretend I'm an angel. Pretend I'm Mom. I
miss her so much, don't you Daddy?"
Daddy held me tightly and kissed me hungrily and
then he called me "Margaret" as he entered me.
That was my mother’s name.
I visited Daddy again at Christmas break. I met
his girlfriend Evelyn, very pretty and a super
person. Daddy gave her an engagement ring on New
Year’s Eve. He has never quit thanking me for
reminding him why God made woman. Daddy doesn't
call me Sugar anymore.
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