Timothy Keeps Trying

[jjonah]

1.

Tim gripped the leather wrapped steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. He was fuming mad. Humiliated at his own 18th birthday party. He slapped the wheel with both hands and squeezed even tighter, picturing his hands around his step-sister's pretty little neck.

His first party as an adult, and things had been going great. He was doing pretty good at chatting up a couple of babes from his school who had never given him so much as a look before. To tell the truth, he sensed that they were more impressed with the estate than they were with him, but hey, if Dad's money got him laid, so be it!

He was literally bursting to lose his virginity...

Anyway, here he was making inroads with these two hot bitches, thinking he might even eventually convince them to sneak off to his room with him, when Chloe, his bitch step-sister, drunk off her ass, actually came up from behind and pantsed him!

"Show 'em your tiny little wiener, Timmy!" she screeched as she managed to yank both his trousers and his boxers all the way to his ankles.

He had promptly stumbled, tripped up by the pants and fell flat on his back, knocking the wind out of him. His little guy, reacting to the sudden dangerous exposure like it would if attacked by a wild animal, immediately shrank to the size of a peanut as his balls sought the safety of retreating up into his body cavity. By the time he could suck in a painful lung-full of air and scramble to cover himself, the whole room had gotten a good look at--and an entirely wrong impression of the actual size of--his junk.

He had pulled up his pants and run away from the shrieks of laughter, none louder nor more shrill than from that cunt Chloe. Despite being an "adult" now, like a little kid he had run straight to Linda, his step-mom, Chloe's mother. Far from justice, however, all he'd received from her drunk ass was a snort of laughter.

"Oh, it was a joke, Timmy--don't be such a little bitch!"

He had fled the house, out into the night. His rage had only warded off the chill night air for so long, however, and he'd ended up here--his happy place--in the garage, behind the wheel of Dad's 2017 Porsche 911 Targa 4 GTS convertible with its Agate Grey Metallic paint and Alcantara / Rhodium Silver interior. Of the half-dozen cars in the climate controlled garage, this one was by far Tim's favorite. He'd had hopes of Dad presenting him with the keys for his birthday, as he was now technically an adult, and he knew Dad had his eye on the new 911 GT2 RS with its 690 horsepower and a top speed of 211 miles per hour.

But, of course, Dad was not here. Dad was away on business, as he was about ninety percent of the time nowadays.

So, Tim was sitting in his happy place, entirely not happy despite getting the comforting hug from the supple leather of the Porsche's snug racing seats, when his peace and quiet was suddenly interrupted by the garage's side door being flung open to crash loudly against a metal shelving unit. Tim immediately slid down in the seat, hiding himself.

"Ssshh," a feminine voice admonished, followed by a masculine grunt and the sound of the door being closed a little less raucously. "The beer fridge is over here..." Tim heard, recognizing his step-mother's voice, followed by a low grunt from her companion. Clicking high heels and clumping heavy boots echoed through the silent garage as the pair crossed the floor.

When he heard the refrigerator open, he eased himself up just enough to see over the dashboard. He knew the high-backed seat would hide his silhouette, and the minimal brightness of the garage's night lights would hardly reveal his presence. The others were clearly lighted, however, being out in the open and standing before the light of the open fridge.

It was indeed Linda, and with her was Bodie, her daughter's slab of beef boyfriend.

"How many?" he grunted, which was about as many syllables as Tim had ever heard him string together at one time.

"Better get about half a dozen," Linda replied. Bodie stared at her unsurely. "Six? Six six-packs," she clarified in the overly-enunciated language one uses when conversing with the profoundly stupid.

Tim rolled his eyes, stifling a snort of disdain as Bodie grunted again and turned to the fully stocked refrigerator. He began pulling out sixers and lining them up on the floor. Tim made a mental bet with himself as to whether the hulking beast could count that high. Before it came to that, however, Linda interrupted his labors.

"Forget the fucking beer for a minute," she blurted in an exasperated tone. "Fucking kiss me, goddammit!"

What the fuck?? Tim felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as Bodie turned and suddenly Linda was all over him, kissing him feverishly and pulling at his clothes. Mouth hanging open, Tim stared in shock as she yanked at the big oaf's belt while his ham-hock hands pulled the top of her dress down and began groping her big bra-less tits. Almost independent of his conscious thought, Tim's hand dug his cell out of his pocket and raised it to begin recording. He zoomed in as Linda pulled the Hulk's dick out of his pants and dropped to her knees.

Bodie was huge--probably six-foot-three with muscles stacked on top of his muscles--a football player at the city university where Chloe was a cheerleader, but his dick didn't seem all that impressive as Tim watched his step-mother inhale it like a starving calf would attach itself to a teat. She moaned with relish as she slurped and bobbed on the rigid bone so enthusiastically the big guy had to brace himself to keep his feet. He grabbed her head, but she slapped his hands away.

"Don't mess my hair," she came off the dick long enough to scold.

"Oh," the dummy said by way of apology.

Tim would have laughed had he not been so breathless at the sight of his snobbish step-mom on her knees sucking cock like a back alley hooker. Oh, this was fucking sweet! What better way to get revenge on that cunt Chloe than to stick this video under her turned up little nose! Her beloved mother and her beefcake boyfriend--she was gonna shit a brick! Bodie might stomp the shit out of him, but it would be worth it!

Through sucking cock, Linda climbed back up King Kong's body and pulled his head down again to kiss him on the mouth. How does your dick taste, asshole? Tim grinned, watching as Linda turned her back to him and flipped up her skirt, bending over and arching her back to present her ass. Slutty bitch wasn't even wearing panties!

"Fuck me!" she moaned, grinding her bare ass into his protruding boner. "Stick that fucking cock in me! Hurry up! Put it in! God my pussy needs COCK!"

She screamed the last word as Brodie squatted slightly and stuck it in. He grabbed her by the hips and immediately began humping like crazy, slapping his pelvis into her rounded butt. He fucked silently. Linda did not.

The sight of her, standing there bent over in her high heels, ass out and titties swinging as she urgently called for the big ape to fuck her harder, had Tim feeling prickly heat all over his body. This woman, although certainly not close and never very motherly toward him, had been the only mom he'd known since he was like nine years old. The sight of her on her knees sucking dick had been shocking yet amusing to him, but watching her get smashed and hearing her filthy diatribe was having an entirely different effect. He felt breathless and shaky, and suddenly realized his dick was threatening to burst his zipper.

The pressure was too uncomfortable. Tim had to set the phone down for a moment to let his dick out. As he carefully unzipped and worked the straining organ out of his boxers, he could still hear her--Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god you always fuck my cunt so good! Yes, fuck me! He sighed with relief when his aching bone popped free. He held it with his left hand as he raised the cell to catch the action once again.

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum! I'm gonna fuckin' cum! Yes, fuck my cunt hard, I'm gonna fuckin' cum!" she was crying. Then, with a theatrical wail that would've done any porn set proud, she apparently did indeed, cum.

Now that she had gotten hers, she must have sensed that her hulking lover was getting close, also. She looked back over her shoulder at him.

"Don't you cum in me," she warned.

He grunted in response. "Tits?"

"No!" she screeched, still being pounded. "You can't cum in me or on me--I have to go back to the party--Don't get my dress messy!"

With a growl that could have been frustration, or passion, or both, the humping gorilla pulled out and turned straight toward Tim's hiding place, jerking like mad to shoot his spunk halfway across the floor.

Tim ducked down again, although there was little chance of him being spotted. He heard the clicking of Linda's heels and peeked again in time to see her retrieve a roll of paper towels from a workbench. She tore a couple off and then tossed the roll to Bodie. "Clean up your mess," she commanded, her voice back to its usual bossy tone even as she squatted in a none-to-ladylike manner to wipe between her legs. "He keeps this place spotless." She tossed the soiled paper towels in the trash, pulled her top up and adjusted her titties, then strode briskly toward the door. "Bring the beer when you've finished," she added brusquely, then she was gone.

Tim grinned as he watched the trained ape clean his 'mess' as he grumbled under his breath. He kept the recording going just to catch the indignity of the big butthole down on his hands and knees wiping up jizz. That oughtta be one more poison arrow into the gut of that cunt Chloe. Oh, Tim was gonna enjoy taking the bitch down a few pegs!

Bodie finished cleaning, then, in somewhat of an upset, beat the odds by proving that he could indeed count as high as six when he retrieved that many six-packs for the party, although it was another comedic spectacle watching him figure out how to carry them all at once.

Once he was finally gone, Tim contemplated how best to utilize the video for Chloe's humiliation. He could send it to her now--surely she would cause quite a scene by confronting Bodie in the middle of the party. Nah, she would probably love the attention. Besides, he wanted to see her face when she realized. He could wait until after she and Bodie had sex tonight, as he knew they did every night by hearing them through the wall between his room and Chloe's.

As he schemed, he realized he had been squeezing his aching boner this whole time. He pushed play and watched the entire vid again. His dick was so hard it was just begging for a release, but Tim would never soil the immaculate interior of his beloved GTS by busting a nut in here. The video made his typically high level of horniness explode through the roof, however, and he began to wonder if there was any way to parlay the video into getting laid...

No way. Not from Chloe, anyway. He would be lucky if she didn't come after him with the nearest blunt object to hand.

But what about Linda...?

His heart skipped two beats and he felt goose bumps all over his body.

On his phone he went to PornHub and typed in step-mother + blackmail. There were tons of videos on there of dudes blackmailing their step-mothers into sex. He watched a few to see how the guys did it, getting more and more excited. His dick was literally throbbing and drooling precum. He had to get out of the car before he had an accident, so he climbed out and let his boner lead him across the garage, past the spot of the lurid spectacle he'd witnessed and over to the roll of paper towels on the shelf.

He tore off a couple of sheets, intending to wipe away the dribbles, but as soon as he touched the head of his dick it gave a lurch and his knees nearly buckled. He wrapped the paper towel around it and squeezed hard. That's all it took. He let out a groan and jizzed.

"Holy shit," he muttered after his dick stopped spewing.

He had never been so worked up in his ever-horny life. He wiped it off but it stayed hard as fuck, so he forced it back behind his zipper. He went to the fridge and got himself a beer, sucking it down while he contemplated his next move. By the time he finished, he had a plan. He grinned while looking down at the bulge in his trousers.

"Don't worry, buddy," he said, giving his desperate friend a comforting squeeze. "You are getting laid tonight!"



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A couple of hours later, after all the guests had gone, Linda came into her room. She closed the door then came on in but stopped in her tracks with a little startled yelp at the unexpected intruder lounging in her bed.

"What the fu--?" she gasped, clutching her hand to her chest before recognizing the uninvited guest. "Timmy! What the hell are you doing in my room?" Then her tone grew more cross. "What are you doing in my bed?"

"It's my 18th birthday. I thought you might want to give me a little present," Tim replied with an insolent grin. He had been lying here psyching himself up to a supreme level of confidence--he held all the cards, and could not wait to lay them on the table.

"What? Present?" Linda shook her head in confusion, swaying just a bit drunkenly. She squinted her eyes and peered more closely at him. "Are you...naked? Timmy, what the fuck is going on? Get out of my room!"

Tim shrugged and threw back the covers, revealing himself to indeed be totally naked. His dick wasn't hard yet, but it was chubbed up a little with his confidence, so at least he was giving a better showing than he had at the party as he climbed out of bed. The memory of his humiliation brought a flash of anger to his actions.

"Sure, I'll get out," he said, then gritted his teeth and added, "but first you'd better take a look at this!" He held his phone up in front of her eyes, ignoring her exaggeratedly shocked expression at having a naked man in her presence.

Slowly her eyes focused on the screen, however, and she saw herself on her knees, sucking Bodie's dick. The alcohol induced flush to her face turned pale as her eyes widened with shock. She looked over to Tim's arrogant sneer with a look of horror.

"Where did you get that?" she gasped, then made a move to grab the phone.

Tim snatched it out of her reach. "Oh, it gets better," he chuckled and fast-forwarded a bit. When he showed her again, she was bent over getting railed from behind, loudly calling for her daughter's boyfriend by name to fuck her harder. "Still want me to get out?"

She made another futile grab at the phone, then grew angry. "What do you want?"

"I told you, I want a birthday present," he answered mildly. "You can start by getting naked."

"What?" she screeched indignantly. "I'm not getting naked for you!"

He shrugged. "Fine. I've got this video all queued up to send to my dad and your daughter..." He grinned into her glaring face. "Oh come on! Don't act so prim and proper--I know you used to get naked for five hundred guys a night!" He laughed out loud as her face flushed a deep crimson.

Prim and proper--that was a laugh. No matter how many airs she put on these days, she was less than a decade removed from being the piece of trailer trash stripper that Tim's dad hooked up with on a drunken weekend in Vegas that stuck to him like a used condom to the bottom of your shoe. It used to be a running joke, how he had Pretty Woman'd her (referencing some movie about a rich guy turning a hooker into a lady?), but Linda forbade that talk anymore, now that she was a sophisticate.

Tim smiled arrogantly as he stepped up close to her. "You can either do what I say--everything I say," he emphasized as he leaned in close to her face, pausing for a moment while staring into her emerald green eyes before backing off, "or I can send your little performance here to Dad and Chloe." He reached up and pointedly flipped one of the thin straps of her dress off her shoulder.

She stood woodenly, staring at him wide-eyed, as if seeing him in a whole new light. He smirked and slowly began to circle her stationary form.

"I know Dad made you sign a pre-nup," he murmured from behind, close to her ear. "I'm betting you don't get shit if he divorces you." He slid the strap off her other shoulder, letting his fingertip softly trace the curve down her arm. He smiled in satisfaction as he felt a tremor run through her body.

"And Chloe," he continued. "What will she think of you fucking her boyfriend? Not exactly the forgiving type, is she?" He completed his circuit and stopped before her, once again staring into her eyes. "Hell, after sending it to them, I think I'll post it to every porn site on the web--let everyone know what a fucking slut you really are..." He grinned again. "You'll be famous!"

"Timmy, I'm your moth--"

"STOP CALLING ME TIMMY!" he roared into her face, causing her to flinch violently. "I'm not a little kid anymore, and you are not my mother! Lupita was more of a mother to me than you ever were, and you fired her when I was 14!"

"A teenaged boy doesn't need a nanny anymore," she argued in a tone of voice that said they had been through this particular fight many, many times.

"SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Tim screamed again, feeling ever more powerful as she blanched before his rage. "From now on, you're going to call me Master Timothy! Now you've got about three seconds to get naked, or I'm sending this video! I ain't fuckin' around--Three! Two! One!"

"Okay, okay, Jesus! Calm down, Ti...Master Timothy," Linda quickly corrected herself as she raised her hands in surrender.

She reached up behind her back and unzipped her dress, causing it to come loose across her jutting boobs. She slowly lowered her arms and let the top fall as Tim looked on raptly. As he stared hungrily at her naked tits, she pushed the dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor. She was suddenly wearing nothing but her high heels and a sweet smile.

"There. Is that what you wanted, Master Timothy?" she cooed in a syrupy sweet voice.

Tim's eyes feasted on her naked flesh. It wasn't exactly new to him. He had spent a lot of time and effort during and after his puberty years sneaking peeks at her naked, something that was not all that hard to do. Perhaps it was because of her stripper past, but she was surprisingly careless with her nudity, whether it be sunbathing nude out by the pool, showering with the bathroom door ajar, or just walking around scantily clad and giving him casual down-blouse and upskirt views.

But now she was standing naked right in front of him, naked for him, and he had to admit, she was fucking hot for an older broad. Definitely a MILF. At 37, she was tall and slender, but with just enough curves in her figure, like a former super model who had not let herself go as she aged. She was completely confident in her own body, and why wouldn't she be?

Her auburn curls were still up in her party 'do', highlighting her long, slender neck. Her tits were full and round, but rode high and firm with her pointed, dusky rose colored nipples sloping upward. Her tummy was mostly flat, with just a touch of a soft swell down below her belly button which was pierced with a silver hoop sporting a dangling icy-blue gemstone. Her hips swelled outward nicely, framing her perfectly smooth, hairless pussy with its tight little coin-slot tucked between her supple thighs. Her legs were long and slender, exaggerated by the sexy black stiletto heels. Unbidden, she did a slow turn before him, showing every facet of her naked form, including her perfect, high, rounded ass, which somehow looked both tightly firm and squeezably plump at the same time.

"Do you like what you see, Master Timothy? Oh, never mind, I can see that you do..."

Tim followed her pointed gaze down to his own naked front, where his dick was now standing at attention, giving her sexy form a fully erect thumbs up. He looked back up to meet her emerald green eyes, looking back at him with amusement. For a moment, his fortitude threatened to slip before her coolly confident gaze, but then the phone in his hand reminded him, this was his show.

"Good," he sniffed aloofly. "Now I want you to go into your dressing room and put on your sexiest lingerie. Hurry up, I'm giving you three minutes!"

She gave a little pout, but dutifully turned and sashayed across the room.

"And keep the heels on--I like those," he added, causing her to give him a smirk over her shoulder.

Tim watched her swaying ass until she disappeared through the door to her giant closet/dressing room. He took a deep, steadying breath and let it out slowly as he took a seat on the bed.

He couldn't believe how great it was going! His sexy-assed bitch of a step-mom was fully under his control. His hands were trembling slightly with excitement as he checked out the video on his phone for perhaps the hundredth time. Watching her on her knees, sucking dick so enthusiastically, and then bending over to take it from behind, had his dick literally throbbing with anticipation. He gave it a squeeze.

Don't worry, Buddy, tonight you are finally going to get LAID!

"Hurry up, God damn it!" he called impatiently.

"Coming, Master," he heard from the next room, then the sound of her heels approaching.

He held his breath in anticipation.

Then she stepped out and he gasped, jaw dropping in awe.

She had let her hair down, and it cascaded over her shoulders in voluminous, deep red ringlets. A tightly stretched red lacy bodice covered her torso, with a black bow tied between the magnificent tits exposed by its cupless bra. Red suspenders hung down, clipped to sheer black stockings topped by a lacy band around each firm thigh. The crotch split apart at the top of the mons, widening out to expose the naked pussy.

Holding his dick in his hand, Tim stared, momentarily stunned into stupefied wonder by the incredibly provocative sight.

"Is this sexy enough, Master Timothy?" she challenged in a husky susurration.

"Yes," Tim croaked, bringing a smile to her face. He gulped and stood up, forcing a more confident tone. "Over here," he commanded, pointing to the floor near his feet.

"Yes, Master Timothy," she breathed and drifted over like the ghost of wet dreams past, present, and future, not stopping until her body pressed against his.

In her high heels, she was maybe two inches taller than his barefoot five-eleven. Her bare tits pressed against his upper chest, erect nipples so hot they felt like they might burn holes in his flesh. Her arms went around him, gripping his back and his bare buttocks as she molded herself to his form. Somehow, she had even managed to freshen her makeup, her deep green eyes now framed in thick, black shadow, and her full lips painted a bloody crimson. With a tiny whimper of desire, she brought her lips to his.

Tim's heart was a trip-hammer of overwhelming lust as he returned her passionate kiss. Her hot tongue seemed to dance around his amid little mewling moans of need that could have been coming from either one of them, or both. He pulled her even closer, one hand still holding his phone and the other finding the pliant globe of her bare ass. When her hand snaked around to the front and grasped his steely dick, his knees nearly buckled. If he hadn't already cum once this evening, he surely would have squirted then and there.

Lucky for him, though, he was just getting started.

"Get on your knees," he commanded hoarsely.

Her green eyes were wide, pupils dilated huge with lust, looking back at him with wonder as she slid slowly down his torso.

"Suck it," he growled when she was on her knees and face-to-one-eyed-face with his tumescent dick. He was fully in control now--nothing could stop him from having her. "Suck that fuckin' dick!"

With her hand still wrapped around the shaft, she pulled it down to plant soft kisses on the bulging head, then looked up at him as her pink tongue came out to give it a few experimental licks. He grinned with gritted teeth as those crimson lips parted and took him in. He couldn't help but groan with years worth of delayed gratification as he felt her hot, wet mouth slide down his sensitive organ.

She kept eye contact as she sensuously sucked him, her painted lips gliding smoothly over the shaft and up over the bulging ridge of the purple head, then plunging back down to bottom out around the hairy base, nary a gag sounding as she took it expertly down her throat. No wonder Dad hadn't kicked her to the curb all those years ago. He idly wondered how many dicks she had taken down that throat before she had literally latched onto his Dad. Realizing Dad had very likely been in this very position gave him a funny tingle in his gut, but he pushed it aside as he felt himself getting close.

Earlier cum or not, he was about to blow in her mouth, and, tempting as that was as he stared down at the lewd display, that was not his goal for tonight.

He was here to fuck.

He put his hand on her forehead and pushed her away, grinning arrogantly as she pouted up at him with strings of saliva still hanging between her red lips and his dick. She wiped them off in a pique, then started pinching her tongue to find a stray pube.

"You should shave your junk," she said acidly as she flicked it away.

"Shut up," Tim commanded. "Get on the bed."

She rose up and brushed past him with a challenging look, letting her full tits graze his chest and arm as she reached for the bedclothes he had left partially thrown back when he vacated the bed. She pulled them all the way down then lay down herself where he had been. She looked up at him as he stood over her, then slowly spread her legs in invitation.

Tim almost couldn't believe it as he watched her pussy open up, framed by the crotchless red lingerie. The delicate pink lips parted to show glistening folds in the mysterious wet interior while her swollen pink clitoris just peeked from its normally concealing hood. He suddenly felt dizzy and apart from reality as he climbed between her legs.

He felt her silky stockings wrap around his hips as he lay upon her. He stared into her green eyes with wonder as she smiled and slid a hand down between their bellies to grasp his incredibly hard dick and guide it to her waiting hole.

This was it! What he had been working towards seemingly his whole life. He whimpered like a lost pup as his dick slid smoothly into the hot, slippery grip of her welcoming vagina. He never knew anything could actually feel this good. He was in absolute heaven as he bottomed out, his entire throbbing bone buried inside her.

Unwilling or unable to withdraw again at this moment, he looked down and saw her delectable tits spread out beneath him, the pink nipples poking up like delicious gumdrops, begging to be sucked. Not trusting himself to start fucking just yet, he pushed her boobs together and lowered his mouth to the erect nips. Staying as deep inside her as he possibly could, he squeezed the pliant tit flesh and licked and sucked sensuously.

"Um, Master? Master Timothy? MASTER?" Linda tried to get his attention.

"Huh?" he finally pulled his mouth of her tits and looked up at her.

"I have to pee," she whispered in a furtive tone, almost as if they were in a crowded room and she didn't want anyone else to hear.

"What?" Tim actually glanced around the empty room confusedly. "Now?"

"I had a lot to drink at the party, and you never gave me a chance to go before..." she gestured vaguely at their current circumstances. "Now your big cock is inside me, my bladder is full--I have to go!" At his annoyed frown, she shrugged helplessly. "Well, do you want me to pee on your thing while you're fucking me?"

"God dammit!" Tim hissed. "Okay, fine, but I'm gonna watch!"

He reluctantly pulled out, shuddering as his dick vacated the hot wet confines he had worked so hard to get into. He climbed off the bed, holding his pussy-slick dick in his hand as he gestured impatiently for her to lead the way. She grimaced her apology as she slid off the bed and quick-stepped in her heels toward the en suite. He followed, watching her sexy ass wiggle with the red g-string on her outfit between her meaty cheeks and the straining suspenders stretched over the globes as they swung from side to side with her quick steps.

Linda hurried straight to the toilet. "I guess I'll hover so you can watch?"

Tim waved his permission, stopping in front as she moved to straddle the toilet. Stroking his still slippery dick, he leaned in for a good look as she squatted slightly and reached down with her left hand to spread her lips with forked fingers. He watched with fascination as a trickle started, quickly becoming a steady stream that she was able to aim into the center of the bowl.

"Oh, Master Timothy?" Linda quipped.

Something in her tone disturbed him as he glanced up to see a wicked smile on her face. Then he noticed her wiggling something in her right hand. Distracted by her still tinkling stream of piss, he slowly comprehended what it was--his phone!

A moment of panic gripped him as he realized that his phone was indeed no longer in his hand. He had no recollection of having put it down, but he did vividly recall having both hands full of her magnificent titties. He gaped up at her in shock before making a grab for the phone. He was much too late, however, as she dropped it straight into the toilet bowl.

He let out a whine of distress as he heard it splash, then the devious bitch plopped her ass straight down on the seat and clamped her thighs together, still peeing. He grabbed at her thighs, but the silky stockings foiled his grip. Before he could pry her legs apart she reached back and flushed the toilet. When her knees finally parted, he looked in to a completely empty bowl.

The bitch flushed his phone! He looked up at her, mouth hanging open in total shock.

"Where's your evidence now, motherfucker?" she snarled through teeth clenched in fury.

Uh oh...

Before he could react, she slapped him so hard across the face he was bowled over backwards. He sprawled on his back, much like when Chloe had pantsed him at the party, the major glaring difference being that his dick was now hard as granite and seemingly going nowhere. And then she viciously kicked him, right square in the balls.

Tim squeaked pathetically as all the air vacated his lungs. Every muscle contracted so violently he was yanked back up into a sitting position, grabbing at his injured fruit. There was a thundering in his ears and a blackness encroaching on his vision as he barely registered several more blows striking him about the head. Then she grabbed two handfuls of his hair and yanked his head back to scream into his face.

"YOU FUCKING LITTLE PERV! THINK I WOULD LET YOU FUCK ME!?! WITH THAT PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A COCK!?!"

She was yanking him about violently by the hair, and suddenly pulled his face right up into her crotch. It was still wet with pee and also leaking thick, slippery vaginal secretions as she rubbed it all around on his face, still haranguing him with furious epithets.

"Perverted little bastard! Try to blackmail me!?! Make me suck your worthless little cock!?! Make me dress up for you!?! 'Keep the heels on' you said--you like heels? I'll show you fucking heels!"

Even as she was grinding her pussy on him more and more urgently, she managed to step on his stubbornly still-hard dick, driving the stiletto heel painfully into the throbbing organ.

"Unh! Unh! Pathetic little bitch! Unh! Fucking tiny cock! Unh! Bitch! Unh! Cum on your face! UNH! HOW YOU LIKE THAT BITCH!?! UNH! UNH! I'M FUCKING CUMMING--UNH-- ON YOUR FACE! UNH! UNH! UUUNNNNNHH!"

Barely able to catch a breath around the sloppy pussy, poor nuts still screaming in pain, pointed heel stabbing into his dick, Tim shot his own cum out onto the floor even as his out-of-control step-mother jilled herself off all over his face.

Before he even recovered, he was being dragged by the hair. Eyes matted shut with gooey pussy juice, terrible ache from his nethers, he managed to flip over and start crawling.

"That's right, crawl, you fucking worm!" she hissed. "Pathetic little piece of shit! Bring your ass back into my room and I'll rip those little testicles off and wear 'em for earrings, you hear? Now get the fuck out!"

Tim was ousted into the hallway with an undignified kick to the ass. He heard the bedroom door slam and lock as he curled up into a fetal position, cupping his hands protectively over his aching junk. He was beaten, humiliated, and defiled, and yet, foremost in his mind was the feeling of being balls deep in his step-mom's hot, wet pussy.

A slow grin crept over his face.

God damn, I was so fucking close!




Original idea from the demented mind of shade333 (http://www.sexstoriespost.com/forums/members/138804-shade333/) and the perverted pen of jjonah (http://www.sexstoriespost.com/forums/members/81318-jjonah/)

[groomleader]

Great story jjonah! Really looking forward to chapter 2!

[jjonah]

Tim sat in the doctor's office waiting room, bored out of his skull. He had been waiting over an hour already, only to see patient after patient get called in, even those that had arrived after him. He passed the time playing with his brand new phone (his old one having gone down the drain, literally). He was the last person in the waiting room, and was just about ready to say 'fuck it' and leave when the aged nurse finally called his name.

"Geez, about time," he grumbled as he rose from his seat with a groan of stiffness.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie," the grey haired old lady said with a kindly smile as she ushered him through the magic door to the secretive innards of the doctor's office. "Doctor wanted to save you for last--since this is your first visit, you're going to need a full work-up."

"Uh, yeah, okay," he mumbled, even though he wanted to scream in her face, Not okay, kiss my ass, lady!

"We're all the way down here to the end," she chirped, leading him down a hallway of many doors.

Tim frowned down at the sight of her big fat butt rolling in her pink stretchy pants as he followed. At his old doctor's office, the nurses had all been young and pretty. Old Doc Burton knew how to pick 'em--especially Chastity, the one who usually handled him. She was a short blonde with huge tits and a girlish giggle, always flirting with him.

But now he was over 18 and could no longer go to his old pediatrician. This was his first visit to Dr. Jessi Bell, apparently an acquaintence of Linda, Tim's step-mom, who had set up the appointment for him. So far, he was not impressed, as the average age of the ladies working in this office seemed to be somewhere between 60 and dead.

He had a dread feeling that Dr. Bell was going to be some old hag, also. Another step in what he had begun calling Linda's Revenge. Ever since he had failed in his attempt to blackmail his step-mom into sex, she had been prick teasing him relentlessly--rubbing her titties on him as she brushed past, letting him catch glimpses of her in sexy lingerie or butt naked. He had even caught her masturbating on the couch once--she had merely gotten up and walked past him, giggling as she swiped her pussy juice coated finger under his nose. The memory of the few seconds his dick had been buried in her hot wet pussy haunted his thoughts...

He was becoming desperate to get laid.

He followed the old granny--Doris, her name tag read--into the last room in the hall without seeing another soul along the way. He seated himself up on the exam table where she pointed him, then suffered through the old dame chatting amiably about nothing while she took his temp, put a cuff on his arm that automatically began inflating to check his blood pressure, and clipped one of those little thingies on his finger that read whatever the fuck it read.

Then she opened a cabinet and pulled out a folded hospital gown which she brought to him. "Okay, sweetie, take off all your clothes and slip into this. Doctor will be with you shortly."

Tim hesitated, confused. Old Doc Burton never made him take his clothes off. "Umm, everything?" he queried. "Even, like, underwear?"

"Everything," Nurse Doris confirmed as she headed for the door. "You can keep your socks on, if you think your little piggies will get cold," she added with a wheezy laugh, then she was gone.

Tim scowled after her for a moment before reluctantly standing to disrobe. When he got down to his boxers and socks, he pulled the hospital gown on before dropping the underwear, deciding to leave his socks on. Thank you very much, you old cow. He was still trying to figure out how to tie the back of the bastard gown when the door opened and in walked the doctor.

Tim froze and stared.

Dr. Jessi Bell was a fuckin' knockout!

In her high heels she must have been at least six-foot-three, with jet black hair, parted in the center to hang down long and straight, halfway to her waist. She had bright, icy-blue eyes in startling contrast to her dark hair, although her skin was pale white. Her nose was sharply pointed and her mouth was wide, with incredibly plump red lips--dick sucking lips!--and a delicately dimpled chin.

She looked like a sultry, sexy vampire...Tim could have sworn he even glimpsed some pointed white fangs as she spoke.

"Timothy? I'm Dr. Jessi," she greeted in a surprisingly husky voice.

Tim was struck dumb, staring open-mouthed, although she didn't appear to be waiting for a response as she barely glanced at him before sitting on the rolling stool and turning her attention to the clipboard she was carrying, flipping through the pages of paperwork he had been forced to fill out when he arrived. That gave Tim an opportunity to check her out.

She was tall, as he had noted. Under her white lab coat, she was wearing a white blouse and tight red skirt that ended about halfway down her thigh as she sat, revealing a shocking amount of long, shapely leg, devoid of any hosiery down to the sexy red pumps with pointed toes and very tall stiletto heels. Her boobs, what he could see of them, were not large but nicely round and pointed on her slender frame.

He had never seen a doctor like her, except maybe in a porno. She was a horny teenager's fantasy come to life. He blushed as she looked up at him, as if she knew he was staring and could read his dirty mind. He fidgeted nervously under the scrutiny of those captivating eyes.

"So," she said finally, "you're Lilith's step-son, eh?"

"Lilith?" Tim asked, confused, his eyes darting around like capricious butterflies, landing anywhere but her direct gaze.

"Oh, yes, of course I mean Linda," she corrected as she rose and came toward him, gesturing for him to get up on the table.

He hesitated, reaching behind himself to try to quickly tie up the obstinate gown.

"Don't worry about that, I'm about to take it off of you anyway," she interjected as she put a hand on his chest and guided him to the table.

"Huh?" Tim asked, blinking at her dumbly, but she continued indifferently as he planted his bare ass on the crinkling paper covering the padded table.

"How do you like Linda," she asked as she stepped close, stressing the name with what seemed to be a bit of a smirk.

"Uh, she's okay," Tim answered noncommittally, distracted by her nearness as she pulled a penlight out of her pocket to shine into his eyes.

"Okay, huh?" she regarded him coolly as she put away the penlight and pulled a scope out of her pocket, then leaned in even closer to peer into his eyes with the instrument.

Tim's head swam with the closeness and the intoxicating smell of her perfume. She finished with his eyes, but stayed so close she was actually between his knees, staring directly at him as she pulled a different attachment from her pocket to switch with the lens on her scope.

"Y-you guys are like, old friends?" he stammered to cover his nervousness.

"Oh, Lilith and I go way back," she answered as she reached up to turn his head and stick the instrument into his ear, leaning in so close to look into it that he could feel her hot breath on his neck.

"L-L-Lilith?" Tim queried again. He was actually trembling, half anticipating the sting of fangs piercing his vulnerable throat. But she merely took a look then backed off a bit to look him in the eye again.

"Yes, sorry, I mean Linda--Lilith was her stage name," she said then turned his head to peer into his other ear. "You're aware she was a dancer?"

"Yeah..."

"We danced together at the same club."

"You were a stripper!?!" Tim blurted before he thought, then gulped as she leaned back and those icy eyes fixed him with a disconcerting stare.

"A dancer, yes," she replied after an uncomfortable pause. She returned the scope to her pocket then continued as she pulled her stethoscope from around her neck and fitted it to her ears. "I was putting myself through Med-school. Lilith--Linda--was looking to land a rich husband. We both accomplished our goals," she said with a cold smile as she pulled down his hospital gown. "This might be a little chilly..."

He jumped as she pressed the ice cold metal to his skin.

She did the usual bit, listening to his heart then instructing him to take deep breaths as she moved the thingy around his chest. Then, instead of going around to reach his back, she put a hand on his bare shoulder and pulled him forward as she leaned in even closer than before to reach around.

Icy vampire she might have looked like, but Tim could literally feel the heat coming off her. Her hand on his bare skin felt so hot, she surely had a fever of at least 103. He was so distracted by her nearness, her heat, her smell, he spoke without realizing he was going to.

"So, what was your stage name?" he heard himself ask.

"Jezebel, of course," she breathed huskily into his ear from so close it sent shivers down his spine.

Linda--Lilith...Jessi Bell--Jezebel...

Tim felt dizzy.

Then she pulled his gown back up for him and walked away. She picked up the clipboard and began writing.

"We used to do a fire and ice act," she said without looking up. She continued in an impassive tone, "Lilith wore red and gold, I came out in silver and blue. We would do a sort of fighting dance, taking each other's clothes off. When we were both naked, we'd start making out. We ended up in a sixty-nine on stage...Looks like Doris forgot to get your height and weight--would you step over onto the scale, please?"

Tim goggled at her as she finally looked up. He pictured this beautiful doctor and his gorgeous step-mom, ripping their clothes off, kissing, fondling, licking each other's pussy in front of a crowd of no-doubt cheering pervs.

"Huh?" he asked dumbly as she stared at him expectantly.

"The scale," she repeated, pointing.

"Uh, y-y-yeah, sure," he stammered, sliding off the table onto unsteady legs.

He crossed the room slightly hunched forward, grateful that the hanging gown hid his straining boner. But when he stepped onto the scale, she put one hand on his chest and the other on his bare buttock.

"Stand up straight," she instructed, pushing his chest up and his ass in.

He felt embarrassed, hoping she wasn't noticing his dick poking out, but also keenly aware that her right hand stayed on his ass as her left operated the measuring stick, popping out the bar and bringing it down to touch the top of his head.

"Five-eleven and a quarter," she murmured to herself, then folded the bar away. "Now let's remove the gown to get an accurate weight..."

Tim was shocked when she unceremoniously whisked away his only covering and tossed it into the far corner, leaving him standing naked but for his drooping socks. He quickly tried to cover his exposed junk with his hands, but Dr. Jessi gave no indication of being interested. She merely began adjusting the weights on the scale. Tim supposed that with her looks, she probably saw hard dicks all day long on every guy she treated.

"One hundred sixty-two pounds. You may step down."

Tim stepped off the scale, hiding his boner as best he could as he watched her go to the clipboard and jot down the numbers. He stood awkwardly, not knowing whether to retrieve his gown, go for his clothes, or get back onto the table naked. Dr. Jessi solved his dilemma when she pulled a couple of rubber gloves from a box on the counter, then turned back to him.

"Stand here," she coolly instructed as she pulled the gloves onto her hands with a snap. "Feet shoulder width apart. Hands at your sides."

Tim did as she said, blushing deeply as she stepped up very close again and casually cupped his balls in her gloved hand. He could barely breathe, her cold stare holding him mesmerized as she began manipulating the tender testicles, rolling each one as her deft fingers tested their size and shape. Then she gave them a firm squeeze, causing Tim to let out an involuntary whimper. He thought he detected a twitch of a cold smile on her beautiful face before he felt her fingertips pressing up into his taint.

"Turn your head and cough..."

He was relieved to have a reason to look away from those vampire eyes as he turned his head and gave a couple of weak coughs. He sighed with relief when her hand released his balls, but then sucked in another sharp breath as she grasped his dick. When he turned back to her, she was now looking down, and so did he, watching as her gloved hand gave his rock hard dick a few experimental strokes. Then she pinched the swollen head with her left hand, pulling on it as she inspected the shaft, squeezing it between her thumb and two fingers every inch or so from the base to the flared ridge of the head. Apparently finding everything satisfactory, she wrapped her hand around it and gave it one more squeezing stroke, causing a big droplet of pre-cum to ooze out. He nearly blew his load when Dr. Jessi scooped up that drop with her finger.

She held it up, studying it closely. She rubbed it between her thumb and finger, as if testing its consistency, before bringing it to her nose for a sniff, inhaling deeply with her eyes closed. Then her pointed pink tongue came out and she touched the tip to her finger. After she had tasted it, she stood motionless for several long seconds, eyes closed.

Tim could only watch, wide-eyed, holding his breath.

Then her eyes opened and she looked at him.

"I need to measure your erection," she said.

"Huh?" Tim barely registered her words.

She nodded her head toward his groin. "Is that as big as it gets, or do you think you can make it bigger?"

Tim looked down at his dick dumbly. It was hard as fuck--he had nearly cum on her hand--it wasn't getting any bigger. "Uh..." he began.

Dr. Jessi pulled her gloves off, interrupting his thoughts. "Perhaps a visual?" she suggested.

"V-visual?"

"Something to look at, maybe get you a little more..." she paused as she glanced down, "...aroused?"

Tim blushed profusely, convinced that despite her neutral tone and lack of deprecation, Dr. Jessi was clearly unimpressed with the size of his dick. Before he could think of anything to say, however, she turned away.

"Men are visual animals, for the most part," she said as she threw the soiled gloves into the trash and removed her lab coat, hanging it on a hook on the back of the door. "Breasts or buttocks?"

"Huh?" Tim watched with his mouth agape as she untucked her blouse and unbuttoned her sleeves.

"Tits, or ass? What gets you going?" she asked, staring at him with those eyes.

"Um, both?" Tim said, unsure what the fuck was going on here. "Either...both..." He felt awkward as hell standing here in his socks with his boner exposed beneath her intimidating gaze.

She gave him a cold smile that seemed both amused and contemptuous at the same time even as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She shrugged her shoulders and the blouse came off, revealing a lacy red bra with its cups stretched tightly around handful-sized titties. She turned her back, dropping the blouse onto her stool, then reached back and unzipped her skirt. She watched him over her shoulder as she slowly bent over, pushing the tight skirt off her ass and down her incredibly long legs. Her matching red panties were nothing but a thin string emerging from the crack of her perfect white ass. She stepped out of the skirt and placed it atop her discarded blouse, then turned back to face him.

"Well? Take hold of your cock, Timothy--see if you can get any more out of him," she challenged. "Or did you need to see more..." She slipped one finger under her bra strap, easing it over her shoulder to hang limply while at the same time toying with her thong at the high waistband above her hip with the other hand.

Tim could only gulp, otherwise paralyzed with awe at the sight of the sexiest woman he could ever imagine standing before him in bra and panties. It was clear she took great care of herself, as there didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on her entire body. Although she had to be roughly the same age as his step-mom, who was in great shape herself, Dr. Jessi was absolutely perfect. She must work out like crazy, he thought as his eyes feasted on her incredibly long, shapely legs, her flat tummy with a hint of washboard abs. Her skin was white as alabaster, showing traceries of blue veins beneath in various places on her tautly sculpted form.

"Of course, the surest way to achieve maximum erection is through oral stimulation," she uttered in that sultry, husky voice.

Tim felt the hair at the back of his neck rise as she studied his reaction. Was she actually offering him a blowjob? Her next question left no doubt.

"Well, Timothy, do you want oral stimulation of your penis?"

He tried to speak but could not find his voice and ended up nodding his head.

That hint of a smile crossed her face again, slightly amused yet with a hint of contempt behind the slow blink of her exotic eyes, leaving him guessing yet again as she turned away. She punched a button beside the door, then moved to the cabinets and began rummaging. A few seconds later, there was a knock and the door opened. Timothy shied away, hands going to hide his junk as Doris the old nurse grinned lecherously at him.

"Yes, Doctor?" she acknowledged without looking away from him.

If she was the slightest bit surprised to find the doctor nearly naked with a patient, she certainly didn't show it, and for her part, Dr. Jessi spoke casually also, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"We're trying to get a penile measurement and the patient has requested oral stimulation," she said without even turning around. "Can you take care of that, please?"

"Certainly, Doctor," Nurse Doris replied, shutting the door then approaching the cowering Timothy. "Come here, sweetie..."

She turned him around and pried his hands away from his dick, giving it a studious once-over with her lips pursed contemplatively before looking back up at him.

"Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit," she assured him, as if she was about to stick him with a needle instead of suck his dick. She laughed her wheezy laugh at her little joke, then unceremoniously bent at the waist and swallowed his bone.

At first, Tim shuddered with horror as he looked down at the grey head bobbing, the fat pink cheeks hollowing as she sucked him enthusiastically, still holding both his hands.

"Where are those flexible rulers?" Dr. Jessi interrupted in an annoyed voice.

"Check the bottom drawer," Nurse Doris came off the bone long enough to say, then went right back to sucking.

Tim watched Dr. Jessi's nearly-nude form as she bent low to open the drawer. God damn her ass was fine! If only she was the one sucking his dick...

Still, the old lady must've had a lifetime of practice, because she definitely knew what she was doing. He pointedly kept his eyes off her--visual animals indeed--and glued to the lithe and graceful form of Dr. Jessi sorting through storage to place various items on one of those rolling trays you only see in doctor's offices. Meanwhile Nurse Doris expertly brought him to the brink several times, sensing when just the right time was to stop and prevent him from blasting off. When he was on the verge for what must have been the fifth time, she finally backed off.

"Okay, he is fully pumped," she announced with satisfaction. She finally let go of Tim's limp hands, giving him a cherubic smile and a wink when he met her eyes. She reached for a tissue on the tray that Dr. Jessi pushed over, wiping her mouth daintily, then picking up a thin plastic ruler. Bending down again, she laid the ruler atop his straining dick, pushing it firmly against his pubis and molding it to the slight upward curve of his shaft. "Looks like we've got five and..." she squinted closely, "...three eighths."

Dr. Jessi picked up the clipboard and made a note. "Girth?"

Nurse Doris was already wrapping the flexible ruler around the base of the shaft where it was the thickest. "Four and a half."

Tim couldn't help himself. "Is...is that...big enough?"

Dr. Jessi didn't even look up. "It's within normal parameters," she answered flatly.

"A little trick, sweetie," Nurse Doris leaned in and spoke in a conspiratorial near-whisper. "If you trim your pubic hair," she actually reached out and fluffed it with her fingers, "shave your balls...Your cock will look bigger."

Tim stared into her smiling face, unable to think of something to say, until finally Dr. Jessi interrupted.

"Time to check the prostate," she announced as she snapped a fresh pair of latex gloves onto her hands.

Tim hesitated. Prostate? He knew he had one--something to do with the dick, right? He watched her pick up a tube of KY from the tray.

"I need you to bend over the table," she said as she approached him. "Lower--lean on your elbows. That's it, stick that booty out..."

Tim was apprehensive, not knowing what she was going to do. He heard the snap of the KY lid, the farting sound of the gel being squeezed out, then thump--the tube was dropped back onto the tray. He had a bad feeling about this.

"Okay, Timothy, I'm going to introduce two fingers into your rectum. I'm going to swipe the walls, feeling for any abnormalities, then I'm going to palpate your prostate..."

"Uh," Tim started to protest, but Dr. Jessi stepped right up against him, stealing his voice.

She put her pelvis against his left butt cheek, her bare legs touching his as she wedged a foot between his. One hand went to the middle of his back, pressing down firmly. Then he felt her reaching between his cheeks.

"A little cold," she warned, holding him in place as he jumped when the cool gel slathered across his sensitive butthole. "Just relax," she instructed, her finger moving in little circles, tickling as she spread the KY. Her fingertip entered his tight little anus, poking in and out, a little deeper each time as she lubed him up. "Take a deep breath, let it out slowly..."

He did as instructed, but still stiffened with a gasp as her digits violated his ass, stretching the tight sphincter. She actually worked her two fingers in and out a few times, her panty-covered crotch pushing against him in the same rhythm, until they were knuckle deep. It didn't really hurt too bad, but as they slipped around in there, he felt like he was about to take a giant dump. He gripped the edge of the cushioned table with white-knuckled intensity and gritted his teeth, straining to hold it in.

Dr. Jessi took her time, swirling her long slippery fingers around in him almost sensually, her hot crotch grinding on him. "Mm-hmm," she hummed thoughtfully. "Now the prostate..."

"Ungh!" Tim exclaimed as her digits found the tender organ. He might have fled if she hadn't been holding him down.

"Relax..." Dr. Jessi cooed huskily. "Doris, the specimen cup, please? I'm going to milk him..."

MILK ME? Tim glanced back nervously to see a smiling Nurse Doris holding the plastic cup in her own gloved hands.

She had an eager grin, suddenly looking less like a kindly grandma and more like a lecherous old fiend. She bent down and grabbed his twitching, steel-hard dick in a death grip and held the cup over its head. "I've got him, Doctor," she hissed.

Then the doc began massaging the goddamn thing inside him.

He yelped.

He cursed.

Evil grandma giggled.

The sadistic vampire purred.

His dick spewed.

It hurt like fuck, but it felt so good! He moaned like a lost calf stuck in a bog as the doc's long fingers literally fucked him in the ass, sliding in and out as they manipulated the spasming prostate. His balls lurched with each spasm, and semen seemed to pour rather than squirt out of his pulsing dick.

After what seemed an eternity, the spasms became fewer and farther in between, until Dr. Jessi finally stopped and slowly withdrew her fingers from his asshole. He nearly collapsed on the table as she backed away from him. Nurse Doris gave his traumatized dick a few more squeezing strokes, draining every drop of his jizz into the cup. When she carefully pulled the cup away, it looked to be nearly half full of thick, white cream. She patted him on the butt before turning away to screw the lid on the cup, then she exchanged a few words with the doctor that Tim couldn't follow in his dazed state.

When Tim was finally able to stand, he and the doctor were alone again. She was sitting on her stool, still in bra and panties, making more notes in her paperwork. He stood silently, dully staring at her incredible form. He could feel wetness on his skin where her crotch had been grinding.

After a minute or so, she put down the clipboard and rolled her seat over to him, putting on a fresh pair of gloves.

"Do you know how to use a condom, Timothy?"

"Uh...yeah?" he replied unsurely.

Dr. Jessi picked up a little foil square from the tray and held it up to him. "Show me," she said.

Tim took the package and stared at it dumbly. He was still reeling from the intense milking and couldn't quite think straight. Meeting her expectant stare, he shrugged helplessly.

"Mm hmm," she nodded, as if confirming a suspicion. She took the condom from his hand. "First, you have to be erect..."

He looked down, realizing for the first time that his ever-hard dick had finally wilted. He shook his head, doubting that the limp organ had any life left in it after the grievous milking. But then Dr. Jessi leaned forward and took the poor little fellow into her mouth.

Tim gasped, unable to believe his eyes--she was actually doing it! The beautiful bitch was sucking his dick! Those perfect lips slipped wetly over the growing shaft, her tongue circling and swabbing the head as it quickly ballooned in her mouth. He was fully hard in seconds. He didn't even have time to worry about the possibility of fangs! Then those mesmerizing eyes opened, looking up at him as she sensually sucked him...

He nearly fainted.

She bobbed her head, taking the entire thing without hesitation--nary a gag, a slurp, or even a breaking of the suction. She sucked cock with the precision and proficiency of a true professional. She was better than Linda, better than the masterful Nurse Doris, the only experiences he had to compare her to. Dr. Jessi was better because she also happened to be the hottest woman he'd ever laid eyes on...

All too soon it was over, however, as she backed off, giving his bone an experimental squeeze to make sure it was fully erect.

"First you open the package," she instructed matter-of-factly, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

Tim stared at her wet lips.

"Take out the condom," she spoke louder, drawing his attention as she showed him the unwrapped rubber. "Take your lube," she continued deliberately, making sure he was watching as she picked up the KY. "Put just a drop in the tip, like so, place the condom over the head of the penis, then roll it down, all the way to the base, like this, you see? Then it's always best to lubricate the condom before intercourse..."

Tim watched breathlessly as she squeezed some KY into her gloved hand and spread it over his condom encased dick. She continued stroking it as she stood, moved in close, and kissed him on the lips. She was a good deal taller than him, very intimidating as he had to lean his head up to receive her kiss.

"Unclasp my bra, Timothy," she breathed hotly against his mouth.

He reached up with trembling fingers, finding the strap. It took him several fumbling tries to unhook it, what with the dual distractions of her tongue in his mouth and her hand on his dick. Finally, though, it popped free and the doc stepped back, releasing him as she shrugged out of the bra. He goggled as her perfect tits spilled free, just big enough to suspend pendulously, but small enough to remain high and firm. Her red nipples formed perfect inverted cones, each topped by a plump, erect cherry.

"Take my panties off," she commanded huskily.

Tim was on his knees before she finished speaking, sliding the lacy garment down her long legs and disentangling it from her heels as she lifted one foot, then the other. He stared hungrily between her legs. She had a short-cropped landing strip of glossy, jet-black hair, ending an inch above a set of plump, ruddy-pink pussy lips. He watched as she moved over to the end of the exam table, pulled out the step, then climbed up to sit on the edge.

"Over here," she ordered, pointing to the floor in front of her.

Tim scrambled to the position she indicated, gasping as she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him in for another heated kiss. Then she pushed his head down.

"Suck my tits!"

Tim eagerly complied, wrapping his hands around the apple-sized titties and squeezing them roughly as he attacked first one stiff nipple, then the other. Dr. Jessi continued pulling his hair, gasping herself as he enthusiastically licked, sucked, and bit down on the gratifyingly erect buds. He lost all sense of time as he fondled and feasted on the magnificent titties before she finally pushed him away.

"Put on a pair of those gloves," she instructed, pointing to the tray.

Tim didn't stop to ask why, merely grabbed the latex gloves and began stretching them over his hands, growling impatiently as his fingers kept trying to enter the wrong holes. As he was doing that, he was also watching Dr. Jessi pull the stirrups out of the exam table and fold them into position. Her crazy-hot eyes watched until he finally got the gloves on correctly. She pointed at the KY.

"Lube up two fingers," she told him, then lay back on the table and planted her high heels into the stirrups.

Tim snatched up the tube and fumbled it open, squeezing out about ten times as much of the slippery gel as he needed, most of which ended up on the floor as he stared between the doc's legs. Eyes riveted, he stumbled back and knelt on the step between her widely spread thighs. Like the lips on her face, her pussy was generously proportioned, the lips plump and plentiful, opened up like a butterfly, and just begging to be kissed.

Tim needed no command this time as he proceeded to do just that.

He leaned in and kissed her, right on the lips.

His senses reeled as he breathed in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Her pussy was so soft, and incredibly hot. After a lingering kiss, his tongue came out and began lapping enthusiastically. He licked the fat lips, swirling them with his tongue and digging the pointed tip into the channel in between. He moaned at the heady taste of the juices seeping out of her. Her pelvis began rocking against the rhythm of his licks. He could hear her breath becoming heavy and ragged. Finally she let out a long moan and reached down to pull her pussy wide open.

"Stick your fingers in!" she urged breathlessly, then let out a gasp as he immediately complied.

Tim had discovered her hole with his tongue. He shoved his two slippery digits into her snug confines then instinctively began fucking them in and out. Apparently that was the right move as Dr. Jessi whimpered with each thrust. She released her hold on her pussy lips and grabbed him by the hair with one hand while the other pulled the hood of her clitoris back with forked fingers. The stiff pink bud popped out proudly and she pulled his mouth onto it.

"Lick it, fucker," she moaned. "Lick my clit while you fuck me with your fingers--Harder--HARDER!"

Tim grunted at the pain of her pulling desperately at his hair, but otherwise did as bidden, whipping his fingers in and out as fast as he could manage while lapping like a crazed dog. His tongue was getting tired, though, so he gave it a rest and sucked on the protruding clit.

"Don't suck!" Dr. Jessi shrieked, giving his hair a painful yank. "Lick! Lick that fuckin' clit--I'm so close!"

Tim yelped but dutifully got back to work with his tongue. He looked up along her prone body, watching those cream puff titties jiggling with her writhing motions, her beautiful features screwed up tightly as she neared her 'gasm. He suddenly had a flash of a young Linda, eating this very pussy in front of an audience.

Jesus, he couldn't wait to get his dick in her...

Then she was cumming, bucking her pelvis uncontrollably as her mouth ovaled in a silent scream. He tried to stay on her moving clitoris, licking frantically as she jerked and twisted, her powerful pelvic muscles squeezing his pistoning fingers.

Finally, she jerked upright and pushed him away. She pulled her feet out of the stirrups and sat on the edge of the table, panting. Tim stood in front of her, waiting, eagerly holding his throbbing, condom covered dick. After a moment to catch her breath, however, Dr. Jessi got up and began retrieving her clothes. She stopped at the door to pull her white labcoat on over her naked body, then looked back at him as she picked up the bundle of discarded clothes.

"Thank you, Timothy. We will see you in six months for your next checkup."

Tim gawped at her in disbelief. "Aren't we going to...?" he waved at his unquestionably ready boner.

Dr. Jessi gave him a scowl, her cold eyes sending a shiver down his spine.

"I don't fuck my patients, Timothy," she replied indignantly. "What kind of doctor do you think I am?"

Then she was gone, leaving him standing there with his jaw hanging open in dismay and his pud in his hand.

No fucking way!

Linda's Revenge...

[groomleader]

Great second chapter jjonah! This story's a winner, looking forward to the next part!

[Shade333]

Chapter 2 turned out great. Really awesome job on it. I tried messaging you but it wouldn’t work.

[davesmistress]

Chapter 2 turned out great. Really awesome job on it. I tried messaging you but it wouldn’t work.

Sorry the PM system is still down, hope it gets fixed soon.

[jjonah]

It had been a shitty day at school. Tim was on his way to the garage to get a little 'alone time' with his beloved Porsche 911 when he heard girlish giggling coming from the other side of the hedge row that screened off the pool area. He stopped to listen, picking up several female voices, although he couldn't hear what was being said, just the laughter. His curiosity picqued, he quick-stepped down the row and around the corner to the back door of the pool house.

As he entered, he noticed that the French doors that led to the pool were all open. He hurried across the room, which consisted of a seating area around a fireplace, a kitchenette/bar area, and the door to a connected bathroom. Sidling up to the open front doors, he peaked around and immediately got an eyeful.

"Ho-ly-fuck!" he whispered to himself.

Not thirty feet away, his step-sister and two other girls were lounging on pool chairs, all chattering animatedly over each other, all blonde, all topless. Tim's eyes feasted on three sets of firm, young, naked tits. In addition to Chloe, his 19 year old step-sister, he recognized Madison and Taylor, two of her fellow cheerleaders at the local college. They were all oiled up and gleaming in the bright sun, their hair in ponytails and sunglasses shading their eyes.

Tim barely had time to admire the panorama of pulchritude, however, before he was interrupted by the muffled sound of a toilet flushing and the bathroom door flinging open. Tim spun around and found himself face-to-face with a fourth topless blonde. Alexa, also a cheerleader, came out of the bathroom fiddling with her bikini bottom, but stopped short with a startled yelp, her hands automatically slapping onto her chest, covering her exposed boobs.

They faced each other in open-mouthed shock for a long instant, then a mischievous grin crept over Alexa's face. "Timmy," she drawled, "are you spying?" Her hair was also up in a ponytail, her sunglasses resting on top of her head. Her eyes narrowed slyly. "Are you trying to see some tiddies?"

"Uh, n-no," he stammered. "I was, just, uh, like..." He trailed off, at a loss for words as the petite girl dropped her hands. He stared at her naked tits as she challenged him with her hands on her hips.

"I think you were," she teased.

The next thing Tim knew, she had him by the hand and was pulling him out the doorway.

"Hey girls," she called, "look what I found! We've got a little peeper!"

There was an uproar of shrieks and curses as all the blondes jumped up and surrounded him. They were all poking and slapping, jabbering and scolding as he twisted this way and that trying to defend himself amongst the calls of perv, peeping tom, and creeper--none louder than Chloe herself who blurted, "Mama told me he was a fucking pervert!"

Embarrassed by Chloe's contemptuous tone, Tim was about to retaliate, on the verge of spitting out the secret he held about Chloe's boyfriend cheating on her with her own mother, but he was interrupted by one of the girls shushing the others.

"Come on, girls, give the poor kid a break!" Madison proclaimed, reaching out to back the angry girls off him. "He probably hasn't ever seen real live boobs before, have you Timmy?"

He stood up tall and straightened his sweater vest indignantly. "Yeah, 'course I have," he retorted.

"Oh really!" Madison laughed flirtatiously. "Come on, though--" she thrust her chest out, motioning for the others to do the same, "--you haven't ever seen tits as nice as these, now have you?"

"I've seen better," Tim sniffed defensively, still stinging.

The girls all bleated in protest--Bull shit!--You little fucker!--Liar!--No fucking way!--before Madison quieted them again.

"No, really, though," she cajoled, "who's got the nicest ones?"

Tim looked back and forth hesitantly as the girls waited for his response. They were all variations on a theme--all about 5'4" or 5'5", thin and athletic with perky, firm little titties. All blonde ponytails and white teeth as they grinned challengingly at him. Truly, the only real difference between any of them was the colors of their bikini bottoms.

That, and their nipples.

Madison had little pink, pencil-eraser sized buds surrounded by very pale aureolas the size of half-dollars. Taylor had fat brown berries with very little aureola at all. Alexa's erect puffies looked like light pink strawberries capped with tiny pointed nips. And Chloe--displaying hers just as openly as the others--had pointy, dusky rose colored nipples that sloped skyward, very reminiscent of her mother's, except that the left one was inverted, making it look more girlish yet sexy at the same time...

Tim ogled the smorgasbord of girl bits, nervously sweating his ass off as he was still dressed in his school uniform.

"C'mon, Timmy, who's are best?" Taylor demanded.

"Yeah, Timmy," Chloe spouted his name like an insult, sneering at him when his eyes locked onto her chesticles. She fucking knew hers were the finest...

"You really gotta feel tiddies though, to really decide," Alexa giggled, grabbing his hand and placing it on her left tit.

"Hey, no fair!" Madison protested. She seized his other hand and guided it to her right breast.

Suddenly Tim was swamped in girl-flesh as they competed for his attention. He squeezed firm little titties and rubbed hard nipples amid a cacophony of girlish voices--Feel these!--Mine are best!--No mine!--Here, Timmy, here! He grinned with delight, until...

"Ooh, Timmy's got a hardon!" Taylor cried.

Then their hands were all over him--rubbing the tight front of his trousers, lifting his vest and shirt to get underneath with their nails, teasing his sweaty belly and back. He was still groping, feeling, sliding his hands over taut, oiled skin heated by the sun as he felt his pants drop. His boxers quickly followed, dropping to his ankles. He couldn't stifle a groan as his dick was suddenly standing free.

There were more shrieks and giggles--Oh my God he's so hard!--Eww, it's too hairy!--Look at the purple head!--Touch it!--No, you touch it!--It's so small!--It'd take two of him to equal MY boyfriend's dick!--Yeah it's WAY too short!--Aww, I think it's cute!--Grab it then!--No, make HIM touch it!--Yeah touch it Timmy!--Jerk off for us!--Tim suddenly found his hand on his dick.

He was reeling from the heat and the racket of their chatter and the feel of so much girl flesh. He was humiliated by the things they were saying, but so turned on by them he couldn't help but jack off before them. His palms were slick with their tanning lotion. He jerked his rock-hard unit like crazy as the girls laughingly squealed their revulsion at what he was doing, while encouraging it at the same time. He didn't give a fuck at the moment--he was about to spray cum all over these prick teasing bitches! He could feel it building, getting close. He was mere seconds away...

"NOW!" Chloe shouted.

And then there were three sets of hands on his front, giving him a mighty shove. With his pants around his ankles, he stumbled backward and tumbled right over Chloe, who had slipped around behind him and was on all fours behind his legs. He went ass over elbow, straight into the pool.

Suddenly he was under water. For a panicked moment he was disoriented and could not tell which way was up. His pants hindered his movements. He had no air and accidentally gulped water. He thought he was going to die...

His upper back came into contact with the bottom of the pool. Twisting his body and pulling at the water with his hands, he got his feet under him and desperately pushed himself upward. He burst through the surface, sputtering, coughing, gasping for air. It took a moment to realize the water was only four feet deep. He waded to the side, still coughing and gagging on the water he had sucked down.

Chloe and her friends were gathering their things, still laughing. They walked away, chattering over themselves once again, dismissing him without another thought.

"Fucking cunts!" he tried to scream, but it came out as a croak that none of them even heard as he coughed out more water.

He glared after them as they casually walked away, not even bothering to cover their bare tits as they filed into the house. Just before closing the door, Chloe looked back, giving him a contemptuous sneer and a raised middle finger. He retaliated with both hands, thrusting his own birdies at her furiously, but she was already gone.

In another few minutes, he was finally recovered enough to climb out of the pool. He gritted his teeth in fury, vowing revenge on the bitches as he reached for his pants.



(to be cont'd)

[groomleader]

Oh yeah, this is a fantastic series. Thanks jjonah, you got me primed for the next chapter!

[wreckingball33]

Yeah, I definitely am on edge for more!

[jjonah]

"Where the fuck are you going?" Tim muttered to himself as he followed the tail lights of Chloe's car, keeping a safe distance so they would not detect his presence. They were in a part of town he'd never seen, taking a winding path through back streets and run down neighborhoods. His only clue to their destination? An overheard reference to 'The Hole.'

After the unintentional dip in the pool, he had gone back into the house to change out of his wet clothes. On his way to his room, he had passed Chloe's room. He could hear the jabber of the four blonde cheerleaders. Still seething, he had tried to enter to deliver the bombshell about her boyfriend and her mother, but the door was locked.

Just as he was about to pound on the door, he overheard Chloe's voice, "Get dressed, bitches, we've got to get to the hole!"

That stopped him. Curious, he pressed his ear to the door.

"Are we going to the club after work?" somebody asked.

"Yes, let's! I'm always worked up after a shift!"

"Yeah, especially after taking a couple of vitamins!"

There was a babble of giggles and excited chatter as they all agreed.

WTF? Tim scowled at the door for a moment. Work? Shift? Chloe didn't work. Neither did the other spoiled little cunts as far as he knew. And vitamins? He hadn't a fucking clue, but a plan quickly formed in his head.

He hurried to his room and stripped off his wet clothes, then dressed in his closest approximation of a spy costume--black slacks, black turtleneck sweater, black shoes and a black ball cap (after briefly considering a black ski mask, but deciding that might look just a little out of place). Dark sunglasses completed the disguise and he hurried out to his car where he waited, sweating his ass off for nearly an hour as he waited for the dumb bitches to appear.

Sure enough, when they finally did come out and pile into Chloe's VW, they were all dressed like the sluts they were--all short skirts and crop-tops, boots or high heels, big hair and makeup to the max. Crouching in his seat, Tim waited for them to leave the gated drive before starting out after them.

Now he had been following them for nearly an hour on their meandering trek through the city. The sun had gone down, and his belly was grumbling for food. Finally, though, they turned into an alley behind a liquor store. Tim stopped at the curb and saw them pull into a small parking lot. When he saw them piling out of the car, he killed the engine and jumped out himself.

He hid behind the corner of the liquor store and watched the still-chattering, giggling bitches coming back toward him, looking entirely out of place all dolled up in this grimy alleyway. He was getting ready to run away to a hiding place, but they stopped at a non-descript metal door across the alley. One of them produced a key card and swiped it through an electronic lock. The door swung open and the girls all entered.

Tim sprinted to the door and just managed to get a shoe wedged in before it slammed shut. He had to stifle a yelp of pain as the heavy door likely mangled his pinky toe for life, but at least he managed to slip into the darkened interior undetected.

He saw the girls disappearing through an opening up ahead to the left. He limped up and peeked in to see an open locker room. Chloe and the girls were already removing their clothes and stashing them in lockers. His eyes widened as he watched them undress, while in the background was a doorway with a couple of freshly showered naked girls emerging, one with a towel turban-style around her head, the other drying herself as they chatted amongst themselves.

Chloe and her fellow cheerleaders stripped down to their panties and high heels, all still chattering excitedly. Chloe interrupted them, grinning as she held up a little baggie. "Vitamin X, ladies!" she sing-songed, shaking out pills to pass to each girl.

X? Like ecstasy? Tim wondered.

They all eagerly downed their pills, passing around a water bottle. They spent another few moments checking their makeup and hair, then turned to come back out into the hallway. Luckily, they were all blabbing to each other so animatedly, they never looked Tim's way as he faded back toward the outer door. He watched their sexy, thong-wearing asses until they turned to the right at the end of the hall, then he crept forward.

The cross hall had a series of evenly spaced red doors on its left side, and a few open doors on its right that appeared to be offices as well as a break room with tables and snack machines. Chloe was speaking to someone in one of the offices, then nodded and gave a smiling thumbs up to whomever was inside. She ushered her nearly-naked friends to one of the red doors and entered. Tim noticed that each of the doors was labeled: 1-4, 5-8, etc. Chloe had gone through the door with 9-12 on it, halfway down the hall.

What in the fuck is this place? Tim wondered as he sidled down the hallway. A peek into the break room revealed three naked girls sitting at a table eating chips as they chatted with a very large, fully clothed black guy. He quick-stepped past the door, hoping they were engrossed in their conversation enough to not notice him. He stopped at the office where Chloe had stopped, wondering if it was safe to try to sneak past, when a hand the size of a Major League catcher's mitt clamped on to his upper arm and spun him around.

"You can't be back here, chief," the black guy from the break room said as he pulled Tim back down the hall like he was made of feathers.

"Er, I was just, um, looking for..."

"Don't care," the giant cut him off. "Customers stay up front." He led/carried Tim all the way to the end of the hall, opened a door and shoved him through, then gave him a smile that somehow seemed like a threat. "Enjoy your stay at the Glory Hole, chief," he said and shut the door in Tim's face.

Tim stared at the door, which was marked No Admittance~Staff Only. Still totally at a loss, he made his way down the short, dingy hallway he found himself in, past a grimy looking bathroom, through a beaded curtain, and out into...

"The fuck...?" he breathed, staring in wonder.

It was a fucking porn shop--there were shelves containing all manner of dildos, vibrators, latex vaginas, anal toys, etc. But mainly it was DVD's. At least three-fourths of the place was taken up by rack after rack of hardcore porn. Tim wandered through the aisles, amazed at the sheer amount of porn. There were probably a dozen dudes he saw perusing the shelves, two of them with ladies by their sides. He hurried on by as one of the women, a hefty forty-something wearing a halter-top that barely contained a massive set of fat titties sitting atop a bare fat belly gave him a hungry smile as she looked him up and down like he was a fresh bucket of KFC.

As he neared the front door, he noticed an old dude behind the counter serving a new arrival. He overheard the man say, "Fifty bucks cover charge, plus one dollar per token," in a bored monotone. Tim quickly shied away as there was another watchful black dude standing nearby who could have been the big brother of the one who had manhandled him earlier .

Then he noticed that the whole back wall of the place was red doors. The doors all had numbers on them that went from 1 all the way down on his right, to 24 all the way to his left. It struck him as strange that they counted down as you went from left to right. Above each door there were lights--mostly red, but a few doors had green. As he was standing there puzzling, door number 9 opened up in front of him. A greasy looking guy stumbled out, obviously drunk, tucking his shirt into his pants. He gave Tim a grin and a wink, then strolled past, leaving a sour stink of booze in his wake.

Tim waved his hand under his nose, grimacing with distaste. The green light was now on above the door. He realized red must mean occupied, green--not. Then he suddenly remembered that his step-sister and her slut-posse had entered the door marked 9-12. He looked around, saw that no one was paying him any mind, then casually slipped through the door and closed it behind him.

The dark room was barely wider than the door and about eight feet deep. The only light came from a TV screen on the back wall, with the message Insert Disc Below. As he approached, he noticed a lighted slot where the DVD would go, with a small vertical slot next to it with lighted text that read 3 min. per Token. As he was standing there, thinking that was a pretty expensive way to watch porn when you could get it free on the internet, he noticed a circle of light on his left pant leg.

The light was coming from a hole in the wall, about three feet off the ground.

Curious, Tim crouched down to look through, and almost swallowed his tongue...

The first thing he saw, directly opposite, was two naked blondes, on their knees, taking turns sucking a giant brown dick poking through the hole in the wall. It took him a few seconds to realize--it was Madison and Taylor!--two of Chloe's cheerleader friends! He was stunned, watching as the pair sucked and stroked the slobbery dick with obvious relish.

A movement to the side caught his attention. Shifting, he was able to see the left wall where there were two holes--one empty, but the other--Oh-My-Fucking-God!

It was Chloe, the bitch princess herself, bent over, hands on the floor. bare ass slapping against the wall as she rode a big, disembodied dick sticking out of the hole!

Tim stared in open-mouthed shock. A million thoughts went through his head--I knew it!--A fucking slut!--They're ALL sluts!--They fucking WORK here?--They're goddam HOOKERS!--I fucking KNEW that bitch was...

Then suddenly it hit him--BLACKMAIL!

His scheme to blackmail his step-mom had failed. But this was his chance to get his hated step-sister! He could make her his bitch! He quickly fumbled his phone out of his pocket. Chloe would be his fucking slave! Perfect revenge on her for being such a cunt! Not to mention the other three sluts--he would own all of them! He was trembling with excitement, making it hard to turn on his phone. He finally had to tear his eye away from the lurid spectacle...

"God damn it, turn ON!" he hissed.

He pressed the button. Nothing. He punched it several more times, each more desperate and forceful than the last. It was dead. Oh shit! He suddenly realized, his phone had gone into the pool with him when the sluts had nearly drowned him! A second ruined phone in as many weeks!

"Fuck!" he blurted, slamming the useless instrument on the sticky floor.

"Is someone there?"

Tim jumped at the sound, standing quickly. A pair of painted red lips spoke through the hole, smiling, perfect white teeth glowing in the dim light.

"Come on, baby, what you got for me?"

He was just about to bolt when a slender hand slipped through the hole and touched his thigh. He stared down in fascination as the hand slid up to his crotch. She squeezed his hard dick through his pants, then toyed with his zipper. He automatically reached to help her unzip his pants, but when his hand touched hers, she grabbed it and pulled. Too surprised to resist, he knelt as he let her pull his hand through the hole. She led it straight to her tits.

As he fondled the pliant little breast, his mind feverishly did the calculation: Madison and Taylor sucking dick on the other side, Chloe backing into a dick on the left, that left Alexa...

Yes, he recognized the feel of her puffy pink nipples. Her tits--or tiddies as she had called them--were firm and lovely, an exact handful. He groped her roughly, squeezing the creampuffs, pinching and twisting the puffies as he recalled her dragging him out of the pool house to be prick-teased by the others. Little bitch! He pinched harder. She grabbed his wrist, but did nothing to curtail his rough treatment of her sensitive buds, merely moved him from one to the other.

After a few minutes she stood up, keeping his hand in contact with her naked flesh as it slid down her flat belly and between her legs. He turned his hand to cup her pussy. The flimsy fabric of her panties barely separated him from her. The crotch was hot and damp. He held his breath. Sweat dripped down his brow, stinging his eyes. Then she pulled her panties to the side.

Holy fuck...

His middle finger settled into her wet seam. Still holding his wrist, she rocked her pelvis slowly, sensuously. The tip of his finger found her hole, hot and slippery. It entered easily as she pushed against him. He could barely hear her muffled moan through the thin wall as she pushed until he was in up to the knuckle. She rocked slowly, fucking herself with his finger. After several strokes, she pulled back enough to reach down and push his ring finger in also.

God damn! This was the hottest thing ever--blindly finger-fucking this hot bitch's tight little pussy! His dick was straining against his zipper. Being careful not to disturb her lewd actions, he unsnapped his pants, lowered his zipper, then pushed them and his boxers down. His dick instantly popped to fully erect, grateful to be free. Just as he wrapped his hand around it, still feeling Alexa's pussy with his other, he heard the unmistakable sound of Chloe cumming in the background. He had jerked off to the sound of her having sex on the other side of his bedroom wall so many times he almost jizzed through simple force of habit!

Meanwhile, Alexa was getting ramped up, fucking herself with his hand more and more urgently. Her pussy was slobbering on his fingers so much a small puddle of her juice was forming in his upturned palm, while a rivulet trickled down the back of his hand to drip off his wrist. Suddenly he felt something else pushing its way past his forearm, in between the horny bitch's legs--something soft, hair tickling his skin, then a wet tongue lapping up the girl spunk from his hand.

"OH MY GOD, Chlo--lick my fuckin' clit--I'm gonna cum...!"

Tim nearly swooned. His slut of a step-sister, apparently done fucking the anonymous dick over yonder, was now eating Alexa's drooling cunt while he finger-banged the shit out of it. If he hadn't been on his knees already, he might have fallen over. He leaned against the wall, his ear pressed to its rank, rather sticky surface, squeezing his pud with his left hand while he listened to the girl on the other side whine like an air raid siren, humping his fingers like crazy until there was a sudden gush of liquid, spraying into his hand and, presumably, Chloe's face.

When the climaxing slut finished her spasmodic jerking, she pulled his sloppy fingers out of her cunt and dropped to her knees to join Chloe in licking the goo off of them. After a full minute of licking and sucking on his dripping hand, they finally released him. He slowly drew his arm out of the hole in the wall. He took just a second to look at the befouled appendage, wondering if it would ever truly be clean again, before a movement behind the hole caught his attention. He peeked through to see Chloe's wet red lips, girl-cum still dripping from her chin.

"C'mon, baby, show us that D," she begged in a throaty, lust-filled voice.

Tim jumped up and slammed his pulsing bone through the hole so fast the whole wall shook with the impact. And almost as fast, Chloe's mouth was on it. She took it right down to the root. Sucking with gusto, she gave it a quick half-dozen head bobs, her slick lips gliding from pee-hole to pubic bone. He was so worked up, it was almost enough to make him blow his entire wad. But with an expertise that would have rivaled the old lady at the Dr.'s office, she backed off just in time, her hand shooting up behind his tightening ball sack to clamp around the base of his unit with an iron grip. Tim hugged the fucking wall, quivering with need.

"Hey Tay-Tay," he heard Chloe call out. "Here's one of those small ones you love..."

Tim's face burned with embarrassment. The doctor said it was within normal parameters, you fuckin' cunt-bitch, he protested in his head.

"Ooh, let me see!" Taylor's voice approached. He felt a hand wrap around the shaft, causing it to twitch and drool. "Oh yeah, that's a pretty little cock!"

NORMAL PARAMETERS GOD DAMMIT!

"Hey, wait a minute!" He thought that was Alexa. "That little dick looks familiar..."

The hand released his shaft, but Chloe's death grip around the root never wavered.

"Oh yeah, with that purple head, and all that black hair..." Taylor's voice.

Alexa: "Chlo, doesn't that look like your brother's dick?"

"Hell, I don't know!" Chloe blurted. "I didn't look at it! You bitches were the ones looking!"

Alexa: "Hey Mads, look at this dick..."

Madison, from far away: "Yeah, looks just like your little bro..."

"Shut up!" Chloe protested. "I just had it in my mouth!"

Tim was sweating like a pig, plastered against the wall. He would have already pulled out, but Chloe's grip was too strong. He heard a fingernail tap on the wall, very near to his ear, and feather-light fingertips tickled his throbbing dick.

"Timmy, is that you?" Alexa's voice called softly.

He came.

Death grip or no, his dick erupted like a super-soaker. There was a shriek from the other side.

"He came in my fuckin' eye!" Chloe screeched.

"You're supposed to knock before you nut!" one of the others scolded.

Someone slapped his dick, but Tim didn't give a fuck--he was still cumming. The grip around his dick and balls was gone, but he continued shooting ropes of white-hot cum blindly through the hole. The girls on the other side were in a bit of an uproar, all yapping at once. As his ball-draining orgasm wound down, he pulled out of the hole and slowly sank to his knees once again.

Taking a peek, he saw Chloe sitting on her ass a few feet back like she'd been knocked down, with Taylor using a pair of discarded panties to try to wipe the jizz out of Chloe's eye. If he hadn't been so drained, he would have laughed out loud. Take that, bitch!

His enjoyment was interrupted, however, by the sudden appearance of another eye on the other side, looking at him. As he shied away, a hand shot through and nearly succeeded in grabbing his shirt. "Come here you little shit!"--Alexa, he thought?

He jumped to his feet, pulled up his pants, and got the fuck out of there before the pissed off bitches could sic one of the giant black bouncers on his ass. He was halfway home before he realized he'd left his phone on the grungy floor of the jizz booth. Would they be able to identify him from the dead device? He fretted for a bit, before deciding Fuck it--he hadn't broken any laws--and besides, he now knew those slutty bitches' dirty little secret...

Somehow, this had to get him laid, right???

[groomleader]

Great chapter! Funny as fuck, and damn hot too! This series is really a winner!!

[jjonah]

It was past 2 in the morning when Tim saw headlights flash past his bedroom window. He put down his X-box controller and went to look out. Yep, as he suspected, it was his whore step-sister, just getting home.

He frowned curiously when he saw how slow her VW crept up the drive, swerving from side to side in slow-motion. Then on one of its leftward swerves, it didn't swerve back. The little car hopped the curb, rolled across several feet of grass, and had a 2 mph collision with the shrubbery. The car door opened and Chloe rolled out. She crawled on hands and knees around to the back bumper, which she used to help haul herself to her feet.

Tim shook his head. What a dumb bitch!

Flopping herself around, she leaned against the back of the car, taking a wide-legged stance as she pulled her short skirt above her waist. Tim watched in disbelief as she pulled her panties to the side and proceeded to take a standing piss on the lawn. From his second floor window, he really couldn't see much, other than the arcing stream sparkling in the moonlight, but damned if it didn't make his dick instantly hard!

Even so, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself: "Man, that bitch is wasted!"

When she finished peeing, she heaved herself up off the car and began weaving a drunken pattern toward the house, leaving her car parked in the hedge, headlights still on and driver's door wide open. With the interior lights on, he could the giant form of her boyfriend Bodie, apparently passed out in the passenger seat.

Tim watched until the staggering bitch left his field of vision. Moving to his bedroom door, he opened it enough to peek out into the hallway. After several long minutes in which he had just about decided that the dumb cunt must have passed out herself somewhere along the way, he finally heard a thump as she made it up the stairs and crashed into the wall. She came into sight, leaning hard against the wall as she stumbled down the hall.

Tim, wearing only his boxers and socks, rubbed his hard dick as he watched the fucked up slut slide down the hallway, knocking pictures off the wall. Her tight skirt was still up around her waist and her panties were askew, barely covering her shit. She made it to her room, heaving herself across and fairly falling through the doorway.

Tim slipped out into the hall and sidled up to peek through her open door.

Chloe was standing at the foot of her bed, swaying dangerously as she struggled to pull her top over her head. When she finally accomplished the difficult task, after having to brace herself on the bed a couple of times, she dropped the blouse, then pulled the straps of her sexy little bra off her shoulders and extracted her arms. Not even attempting the intricacies of the clasp, she merely pulled the lacy cups off her tits and pushed the stretchy band down to her waist, gathered it with her skirt and panties, then slid the whole lot over her hips and down her legs..

By this time, Tim had his dick out and was slowly stroking it as he watched his hot little step-sister crawl onto the bed and collapse face first, shoes still on and clothes tangled around her feet. He watched her unmoving form for a good long while, remembering the sight of her furiously fucking the anonymous dick at the Glory Hole, plus the feel of her prostitutionally proficient mouth unknowingly sucking his own boner.

Tim glanced surreptitiously up and down the hall. Not that there was anyone to actually catch him. Linda was the only other person in the house. But she occupied the master suite, which constituted its own wing on the far side of the house. He and Chloe were as good as alone here.

"Chloe, you need some help?" He barely spoke above a whisper, but his voice sounded harshly loud.

She did not stir.

He slipped into the room and eased the door shut.

It was pretty dark, the only illumination being the moonlight coming through the windows. Tim stood for a moment, his dick in his hand and his heart thudding in his chest. If she woke up and caught him...

Nah, fuck that--he knew her secret--she's a fuckin' hooker! Even if she did catch him, he could threaten to expose her. Still, he was trembling with a combination of fear and excitement. He stepped up to the side of the bed.

"Chloe," he whispered again as he reached down to give her shoulder a nudge, then in a louder voice, "Chloe?"

Nothing.

He let his fingers trail down the curve of her back and up the swell of her buttock. He explored the pliant globes of her ass with one hand while squeezing his dick with the other. She was a total bitch, but damn she had a great ass! Her skin was silky soft. He leaned in and touched it with his swollen dick head. It felt good.

He moved up and touched it to her face. A shiver ran through him as he pictured her sucking his dick through the glory hole. He dearly wanted to put it in her mouth again, but the way she was lying he would have had to turn her over. He wasn't feeling that brave, so he moved to her feet.

She was wearing some white strappy high heels, but her clothes were bunched around her ankles. He knelt at the foot of the bed and slowly, carefully untangled her skirt and slipped it off. Next came her bra, which he was pretty proud of himself for being able to unsnap and remove. Then her panties. He pulled the lacy white thong over her shoes, then of course found the crotch and gave it a sniff.

Whew! Pretty gamy there! He wondered how many guys she fucked during a shift at the Glory Hole. He didn't smell cum though. He supposed she didn't let them cum in her pussy. Since 'You're supposed to knock before you nut' she would have time to pull out, no doubt to turn around and swallow their loads--dirty slut! There was also a damp patch from where she'd pissed in the yard earlier without wiping. He was surprised that the smell of her pee didn't gross him out--in fact, it was kinda sexy!

He tossed the panties aside and rose up to rub his dick on her sexy shoes. Something about a pair of high heels on a girl really turned him on. He continued to rub against them as he carefully unbuckled the straps. He slipped off her left shoe, sniffed of it, and dropped it with her clothes. Same thing with the right shoe, then he leaned down to rub his face in her feet. He didn't know why he did that, but he ended up licking the arch of her bare foot. Something about the curve of it excited him, so he licked the other. Then he put his dick between them, pushed them together, and slowly fucked the hollow in between with his saliva as lube.

His eyes were adjusted to the dim light well enough now that as he molested Chloe's dainty little feet, he was looking at her perfect ass with its sexy thong tan line. Her ass was so tight and tiny that he could see the puckered little starfish of her butthole and the slit of her pussy revealed by her substantial thigh gap.

As if in a trance, he slowly climbed up on the bed, trailing precum up her legs from his twitching, oozing boner. He crawled forward until he was straddling her thighs, mesmerized by the sight of her exposed privates. He gripped both ass cheeks, thumbs on either side of her puss, and slowly pulled it open. It was still pretty fucking dark in the room, but he was shocked to be looking straight into her god damn vagina...

He had no idea it was so readily accessible from the rear--He could actually fuck her right now!

He supposed that was the idea from the moment he had entered this room. He hadn't been explicitly thinking I'm gonna fuck her! But here it was, literally staring him in the face. Could he do it? It was rape, right? Fucking an unconscious girl? And his step-sister to boot--was that really what he wanted?

You God Damn Right It Was!

Still spreading her open with one thumb, he leaned forward to push his throbbing, aching, leaking dick down, placing the head directly against her hole. It was so hot! And slippery! One thrust and he would be in! He was trembling all over in anticipation--this was it! Time slowed to a crawl. He began to push. He could feel her pussy yielding, joyously blossoming to allow his hard dick entry like it was designed by God and Mother Nature to do!

Oh, sweet JESUS it felt so good!

"Can't fuck my pussy."

Tim froze like a mouse at a cat convention. The head of his dick was halfway in--he was so close...

"Bodie!" Chloe whined. "You can't fuck my pussy--you know I'm too sore after a shift..."

Now Tim's mind was racing. Her words were all slurred--she was still totally fucked up, but she was conscious! And she thought he was her boyfriend! As long as she didn't turn over, though, he was okay...

"Bodie, baby?" she mumbled. "Can't fuck my pussy."

Tim wondered if he could just hold her down and fuck her anyway--caveman style. But no, much as he wanted to, that really would be rape, and he just didn't think he had that in him. He cursed himself inwardly as he reluctantly withdrew from her oh-so-tempting hole.

"Gotta fuck da poopy..."

Tim froze. What would Bodi say? "Ungh?" he grunted gruffly, doing his best Neanderthal impersonation.

"Can't fuck da pee-pee, gotta fuck da poopy," Chloe sing-songed in a slurring giggle.

Tim blinked in surprise. Was she asking him to do her in the ass!?! After a brief hesitation, he experimentally touched the head of his dick to Chloe's exposed asshole.

"Lube, baby," Chloe muttered. Her hand flopped over to the bedstand, fumbling drunkenly, knocking shit to the floor before she found what she was looking for. She passed him back a small plastic bottle, saying, "no more dry buttfucking--last time I couldn't shit for a week!"

Tim wrinkled his nose in distaste at the thought of Chloe taking a crap out of that same hole, but that wasn't going to stop him sticking his dick in it! He was finally going to lose his virginity, and he couldn't think of a better way than up his snooty step-sister's stinky sphincter. He took the proffered bottle, snapped it open, and poured a generous glob over that self-same asshole.

Chloe gave a shiver at the coldness of the lube, but giggled as his finger poked through the tight orifice. "Fuck da poopy..." she slurred again.

Trembling with anticipation, Tim quickly swiped the slippery stuff across his straining boner, then pressed it against her wrinkled little rosebud. He pushed forward against the resistant sphincter. Holding his breath, he steadily increased the pressure. It seemed to take forever, until suddenly the tight little bitch gave way. Tim couldn't stifle his moan of gratification as he slowly, smoothly entered Chloe's asshole.

Tim held her firm little buttocks in his hands, gasping at the sheer bliss of having his aching dick buried root deep in the hot, incredibly tight confines of 'da poopy'. And from the way Chloe was purring, she loved it, too! He looked down, spreading her ass cheeks wide as he slowly pulled back, watching his dick come out of the clinging sphincter--Jesus what a sight!

Just then something heavy hit the door.

Tim jumped so hard his dick pulled right out. He looked on in horror as the door popped open, revealing the silhouette of something the relative size of a coke machine with a head on it standing in the hallway. In slow motion, the monstrous thing tipped forward, falling into the room to land on its hands and knees.

Tim's mind screamed RUN! He instinctively threw himself off the other side of the bed, landing flat on the floor. Looking under the bed, he saw the monster climbing back to its feet. It started shuffling forward, moving slowly around the bed. In a panic, Tim stuffed himself under the bed. His heart was a trip-hammer. If he could slide out the other side, he could make a run for it when the monster came around...

The feet stopped at the foot of the bed, however, just standing there, apparently looking at the ass-up bitch on the bed..

"Baby, what happened to you?" Chloe's drunken voice rang out, causing Tim to jump again.

"Ungh?" came the grunted reply. (Tim gave himself a mental pat on the back)

"Fuck da poopy!" Chloe demanded in a spoiled bratty whine.

Tim held his breath, staring at the shoes standing barely a foot from his face. It seemed an eternity, but finally the Neanderthal started shedding his bear skins. Tim took a hesitant breath as Bodie's clothes started hitting the floor. Was it possible that the big ape hadn't seen him? Both of the wasted morons were still unaware of his presence?

Apparently that was the case--he was safe in his hiding place for the moment, although safe might not be the correct term, judging by the creaking and groaning of the bed as the hulk climbed aboard. It would be just about his luck to be crushed to death under a collapsing bed. There was another grunt, and a sighing purr, then the bed started shaking. Tim listened to the grunting, moaning, disgusting sex act going on above him, seething with jealousy.

No fucking fair, God dammit! That was MY poopy!

That ass had been so tight and hot! He could still feel it around his throbbing boner. He couldn't even whack off under here--His balls were gonna be bluer than...something really, really blue! He had to fight down a groan of frustration as he dropped his forehead to the carpet.

He listened to the thumping of the bed as Bodie banged Chloe's asshole. With his toes dug into the carpet, he found himself rocking in rhythm to their fucking. His dick was trapped under him, but the rocking was starting to feel good. He dug his fingers in also and started thrusting harder, until he was basically fucking the carpet, timing his thrusts with theirs, imagining his dick was still in Chloe's tight ass.

He had heard these two fuck a hundred times through the bedroom wall, but being in the same room, he could hear every grunt and groan, every panting breath, every begging whine for more! harder! faster! fuck meeee! He was very familiar with the sound of Chloe's orgasm, but hearing it from under her bed was so much more vivid...

He shot his wad into the carpet listening to his step-sister getting off from the buttfucking that should have been his.

A few minutes later the caveman shot his Neanderthal load up the little slut's poopy, then collapsed onto the bed with a satisfied Neanderthal grunt.

Tim hated that dumb fucking ape...

As he lay there in his own wet spot, waiting for the satisfied assholes (one literal, one figurative) to drift off so he could get the fuck out of there, it occurred to him that when Chloe had thought he was Bodie, she had claimed he knew her pussy was sore after working a shift. So Bodie knew she was a hooker? Did Linda know what her daughter was up to? His blackmail info was no good if everyone already knew it...

God damn it!

[Bridgit Astar]

Very good; well-written.

[groomleader]

Great chapter, he's SO close!!

[jjonah]

~4~

Tim slammed his text book closed--done with his Trig homework--Fucking boring shit!

Now he thought he'd go for a swim. He stood and stretched, listening to his stiff joints crack and pop, then went into his closet, got naked and pulled on a colorful pair of swim trunks that sported a Porsche motif--race-cars and the prancing horse logo along with the 'Porsche Racing Team' printed around the waistband.

The Porsche shorts gave him a hankering to visit his beloved 911 first, so he slipped into a pair of Nike slides and headed out to the garage, where he spent a while admiring the perfect lines of the gleaming sports-car. As he ran his fingers lightly over the glassy-smooth Agate Grey Metallic paint job, his dick actually started to chub up.

"God damn, baby--if your tailpipe was just a little tighter..." he joked as a fleeting fantasy of losing his virginity to the sleek little roadster whipped through his mind.

He squeezed his boner through his shorts with a groan of frustration, then turned away and headed for the pool. He definitely needed to cool off now. He did kind of enjoy the walk from the garage to the pool house with a pup tent in his swimming trunks pointing the way.

He entered the pool house by the rear door, grabbed a towel off the rack, and walked through the French doors to the pool area. He was still looking down, grinning at his own tented trunks as he wandered over to the lounge chairs, intending on dropping his towel off before taking the cool plunge.

"You repugnant little pervert."

Tim stopped with a start, so to speak, jumping at the sudden sound of his step-mother's voice. His mouth dropped open in surprise as he looked up to see Linda reclining with a frozen drink in her hand, buck naked but for a pair of sunglasses and a floppy pink hat, oiled brown skin gleaming under the hot sun.

"Wha--!?!"

"Fucking Peeping Tom," she spat with a look of disgust, although she did nothing to cover her nudity.

"I-I'm not...I wasn't...I didn't..." Tim sputtered.

"Uh-uh-uh-uh," Linda stuttered mockingly. "Not what? Not peeping at your mother? Not sneaking around trying to see me naked? Not standing there with a hardon? Pervert."

"I didn't even know you were out here!" Tim protested, moving his towel to cover his crotch.

Linda raised a foot to kick the towel away, then put her toes on the bulge. "And I suppose that's not your dick? Drop your shorts--Let's see!"

"Huh?" Tim muttered, taken aback by the sight of her plump little pink pussy lips exposed to the bright sunshine as she carelessly held her leg out.

Linda snorted derisively, hooking the leg of his shorts with her agile toes and pulling them down. Tim, mesmerized by the twat, didn't even notice until his bone popped free. He shifted his feet and let the trunks fall to his ankles.

"So, it is your dick, such as it is..." Linda removed her shades for a better look as she laughed out loud. "Pathetic little thing, isn't it?"

"What?" Tim finally pulled his gaze away from the puss and looked down at Linda's foot, her perfectly-pedicured, ruby-red painted toes pushing his straining boner this way and that as she examined it. His face flushed. "The doctor said it was within normal parameters," he remonstrated meekly.

"Hah! Normal for a twelve year-old, maybe!"

He felt his face turning even more red. "You said it was big when it was in your pussy!" he retorted angrily.

Smack! She kicked him in the balls.

He yelped in pain as she pointed a warning finger at him.

"I told you not to speak of that ever again--if your dad finds out, your ass is grass!"

And you're out on YOUR ass! he wanted to throw back at her, but her toes went back to playing with his hard dick so he held his tongue, looking down to watch. God damn, her feet were sexy!

"You want my advice, Timmy?" she went on, smiling as she studied his dick while playing footsie with it. "Learn to use your tongue--that cock ain't never gonna please a woman."

Little bit of her trailer park roots showing with that last statement. Tim would've liked to argue with her, but as long as she was playing with his dick...

She reached down and started stroking her slit with one finger, spreading her own wetness over the exposed vulva. It glistened in the sunshine, her clit growing erect. Her breathing started to get heavy. Her hot, oil-covered nipples stood at attention.

"Let's see what that tongue can do," she uttered hoarsely. "Get on your knees."

Tim stared between her legs, entranced by the sight of her openly masturbating, until she gave his swollen balls another kick, snapping him back to reality. He dropped down and dove between her legs eagerly.

"Uh uh uh, Timmy," she spat his name like a dirty word as she caught him by the hair and stopped him a few inches short of the mark. "No pussy for you." Still holding him by the hair, she removed her floppy hat and tossed it aside, then flipped over and pulled his face right into her ass crack. "Lick my fuckin' sweaty asshole, you worthless little shit."

Tim was stung by her words but nonetheless grabbed two handfuls of ass meat and spread her cheeks wide. Her puckered little butthole winked at him in anticipation. He couldn't help but remember how hot and tight her daughter's sphincter had been when he'd briefly gotten his dick into it. Maybe there was a chance he could get into this one, he hoped as he thrust his tongue straight into it. It was indeed salty with sweat, but at least she kept it well waxed. He began lapping with gusto.

Linda reached between her legs to touch her pussy. "Disgusting little ass-eating perv," she muttered, gasping as her finger found her clit.

Tim shifted to get a better angle and suddenly found his erect dick touching the soles of her feet. He moaned right into her ass as her feet clamped onto it and started stroking up and down.

"Hold it!" Linda commanded, rising up on her knees. She reached for her sweating glass of frozen margarita on the nearby table. "Here," she said, handing the glass to Tim. "Get some of that in your mouth and hold it--get your tongue nice and cold."

Tim did what she said, taking in a mouthful. He wrinkled his nose at the taste of the tequila, but watched with interest as Linda then grabbed her bottle of tanning oil. She popped the top and reached back to squirt a generous amount all over his dick and her feet.

"Take another drink--I want that tongue ice cold."

Tim gulped, wincing as it burned all the way down, then pulled another large slug into his mouth as he watched Linda put down the oil and reach for her designer beach bag which rested beside the lounge. She rummaged in the bag for several seconds before coming out with a little pink velvet sack, which she opened and extracted a small vibrator with a white base below a curved pink latex upper. She clicked the base a few times, smiling as it buzzed to life, then looked back at him again.

"One more," she ordered, pointing at the glass, then took it away from him, took a quick gulp herself, and put it aside. She put the vibrating toy against her pussy, gave a little shivering giggle, then bent over once again. Her slippery feet stroked his dick, getting him revved up.

"Now!" she barked urgently. "Stick that cold tongue into my asshole!"

Tim gulped the slushy liquid, head nearly swooning already with the unaccustomed alcohol, spread her meaty cheeks again, and speared his pointed tongue right into the bullseye, gaining great satisfaction at his snooty step-mother's ecstatic cry. He felt proud of himself as he tongued her clenching asshole enthusiastically.

Linda jacked him off with her feet, her pelvis rocking emphatically as she vibed her clit, whimpering and moaning uncontrollably now, beyond the point of even calling him names. Suddenly she stiffened, buttocks clenching around his face as she cried out with a tremendous climax. Tim kept tongue-fucking her spasming sphincter as her entire body jerked several times, then fell limp with a moan of gratification.

As the satisfied MILF lay there panting, Tim rose up onto his knees again. He looked down, pushing her sexy feet together tighter around his dick and began humping vigorously. It might not be pussy or ass, but feet were a viable alternative in his book.

After a few moments of recovery, Linda raised up on her elbow and pulled the buzzing vibrator out from under her. She clicked it off, then looked over her shoulder at him as he continued fucking her feet obliviously. She gave a snort and shook her head scornfully, then pulled her feet away from him. She pointedly ignored his whine of protestation as she turned over and began wiping her feet with the towel he had dropped earlier.

Tim stared at her in disbelief. Linda's fucking revenge! No fucking way...

"God dammit!" he blurted.

"Something wrong, Timmy?" Linda asked mildly as she reached for her hat and sunglasses.

He fumed and sputtered, on the verge of going for her throat...or her cunt. "That's not fucking fair!" he finally managed to growl from between his gritted teeth.

She shrugged. "Go ahead and jack off--nobody's stopping you," she said as she adjusted her hat and shades, then spread her legs to put one foot on either side of the chair and scoot herself back into a more upright position. She stayed there with her legs casually apart as she retrieved her drink.

Tim stood up, so mad he could kill, but Linda pulled her glasses down a bit with one finger and gave him a cold look over the top. He cursed himself for being such a wuss, still intimidated by her even now. After an impotent pause, he grabbed his dick.

Yeah, I'll jack off, Bitch! he screamed inside his own head. And I'll nut right in your fuckin' eye! He began beating it like a mad dog scratching a flea. When he came, he was going to step up and squirt her directly in the face. He was only seconds away...

"Sorry, Timmy, but I've got to go get dressed," she stated as she started to rise. "The men will be here for the car soon."

"Wha--?" He barely registered her words. She couldn't get away--he was so close!

"Oh, didn't you know?" she removed her glasses to give him a raised eyebrow look. "Your father sold the Porsche." She picked up her bag. "Not too bad with the tongue--Work on it." She turned and strode casually naked toward the house.

Tim stared after her long after she had disappeared, holding his forgotten pud. She had pronounced it porsh.

"Por-shuh," he corrected forlornly, sniffing back a tear.

[groomleader]

Great next chapter. Damn, Timmy's really trying, and getting nothing. This is a great series!!

[jjonah]

Timothy gripped the wheel tightly, a rictus grin of fear and excitement plastered across his face as he glanced at the speedometer--175 mph...176...177...

The Porsche 911 Targa 4 GTS had a listed top speed of 179 mph, and he was determined to reach it. He had his foot to the floor--178 mph...

He had been devastated when his cruel step-mother had casually informed him that his father was selling the Porsche that Tim loved. He had fled to his bedroom, heartbroken. After getting dressed, he had stared at his Porsche themed swimming trunks lying rumpled on the floor, just like his dream of owning the car.

He went to the garage to say goodbye to the most beautiful machine ever invented. He ran his fingertips over its sleek lines reverently, fighting back tears. Then he had grown angry. The next thing he knew, he was driving out the gate. He had two goals in mind before the car was gone forever. One was getting the exquisite sportscar up to 179 mph.

The other was a little more...unconventional.

So, after one stop in the city, he had come out here, to the stretch of road his dad had aptly dubbed 'The Highway to Nowhere'. Not 30 minutes outside the city, it was a spur that led out to a now defunct military hospital that had closed years ago. It was 10 miles long, the last 5 of which was straight as an arrow and flat as a griddle, leading directly to the padlocked gate of the decaying corpse of a once thriving facility. Dad said the state was required to keep the road in good condition despite the fact that nobody ever used it. The perfect place to blow the cobwebs out of your little-used super-car.

Tim had hit the straightaway at 100 mph and stomped the accelerator to the floor--Put the pedal to the metal as Dad always said.

But now he was fast running out of road, eyes flicking nervously between the road and the speedo. Just when he was about to lose his nerve--BOOM--179 mph!

"FUCK YEAH!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, releasing the gas pedal and stepping hard on the brake. Decelerating so fast he feared his face was going to come off, he came to a full stop 100 yards from the chained metal gate.

His heart was pounding in his throat at about 179 beats per minute.

His dick was harder than Euclidean geometry.

One goal down, one to go...

He pulled forward slowly, easing the car onto the shoulder up near the gate, then backing carefully until it was in just the right place. He killed the engine and climbed out of the low-slung automobile. He checked the position of the car--perfect! The rear end was right above a little drop-off of about 2 feet. Putting his hand near the tailpipe confirmed that it was hotter than a firecracker.

Having a bit of a wait ahead of him, he slowly circled the car, admiring its perfect lines. He took off his shirt and tossed it into the passenger seat. Ditto with his shorts, and then his underwear. Naked but for socks and shoes, he held his rock-hard cock in his hand. Another check of the tailpipe--almost there.

Grinning, he retrieved the plastic bag from inside the car. The Glory Hole was emblazoned on the side of the bag. He had stopped at the sex shop where his step-sister sucked dicks for money on his way out of town. He opened the bag and pulled out the first of two items he had purchased--The Fleshlight.

He took the thing out of the box, unscrewed the cap, then pulled the latex vagina out of the cylinder. He kept that part, throwing the rest back into the bag, then fished out the bottle of lube that had been his second purchase from the sex shop. He poured a generous amount of lube into the rubber pussy, stuck two fingers in and out to spread it around, then coated his straining boner, also. The bottle also went back into the bag, which he tossed back into the floorboard.

Grinning with excited anticipation, he moved around behind the car, down into the depression. The tailpipe was still pretty warm to the touch, but not hot enough to melt the latex, which he pushed in up to the lip. It was a perfect fit. He gave it a minute to warm up the pussy, stroking his dick slowly as he ran his other hand over the car's sexy ass-end, tracing the flat-black lettering that spelled out:

P O R S C H E
911 Targa 4 GTS

He checked the pussy: It was hot and slippery inside. His heart thudded heavily as he stepped up to put his super-hard dick to the pussy's opening.

"I love you, Baby," he whispered hoarsely, then moaned softly as he pushed it in.

He spread out his arms, embracing as much of the tail as he could as he lay his cheek against the hot metal. He began to pump his hips slowly, taking his time as he slow-fucked the pussy of what was now literally a sex-machine!

Timothy was lost in the feeling, overwhelmed with love and passion as he fucked the car faster. Suddenly he was shocked back to reality, however, by the unexpected BLEEP-BIP of a siren being goosed, then a voice over a loud-speaker, calling out, "FREEZE--POLICE!"

If Tim had been wearing his pants, he might well have shit them. He glanced over his shoulder in horror as the voice rang out again.

"DO NOT MOVE!"

He froze in place, trembling in fear and embarrassment, cursing himself for not hearing the car pull up, nor even glancing back at the five mile flat stretch of road as it must have been in plain sight for several minutes. He heard the door open and shut behind him, then footsteps approaching in the loose gravel beside the road.

"What in the living fuck!?!" a husky voice blurted.

Tim looked up, but could only see a bulky silhouette with the sun behind it.

"Care to explain yourself, Son?"

Tim tried to find his voice, but all that came out was a weak croak as he started to move.

"HOLD IT!" the voice commanded, freezing him in his tracks. "Keep them hands where I can see 'em! I'd hate to have to Taze that skinny little ass!"

Tim froze. He heard the feet move behind him, sliding down the little embankment, then his right arm was seized and wrenched behind his back. He felt the cold steel of a handcuff snap around his wrist, then his left arm was pulled back and cuffed also. Thus restrained, he was pulled away from the rear of the Porsche. His dick came out of the rubber vagina, but it remained as stiff as ever, locked into a fear-boner.

As he was turned around, he finally saw his captor. It was a female State Trooper, and she was HUGE! She must have stood at least six-foot-three, built as thick as a body-builder. Her muscular arms bulged out of her short-sleeved Highway Patrol uniform, the biceps and triceps thick and well defined with heavy veins snaking up her arms. Her shoulders and chest were massive, threatening to rip free of her shirt Hulk-style with one flex. Her waist was narrow, with her gunbelt strapped around it, and her bulging thighs showed through the tight material of her pants. She looked every bit as big--if not bigger--than his step-sister's boyfriend Bodie.

If women could play in the NFL, this woman would be starting middle linebacker for the Pittsburgh Steelers.

Her wide face was deeply tanned, her golden-blonde hair plaited into a thick braid that emerged from beneath her wide-brimmed Trooper's hat to hang all the way to her waist. Her eyes were icy blue when she removed her mirrored shades to bend down for a closer look at the Porsche's tailpipe and a quick glance at Tim's stubborn boner. She shook her head incredulously.

"By God, Kat, you've seen everything now!" she exclaimed in her surprisingly husky voice.

"Fucking a car--that's a new one on me. Hell, I don't even know if it's illegal!" She caught Timothy's eye. "Couldn't you at least fuck American? Why you banging this faggy little Nazi-mobile?"

Timothy could only shrug and hang his head, shame-faced.

"Hmph!" she snorted, shaking her head again as she stepped back up onto the pavement. "Guess I'll call it in..."

"No, please!" Tim finally found his voice, although it sounded like a squeaky whine even to his ears. If she called in the plate number, they might call his dad, or maybe even his evil step-mother, if she hadn't already reported the car stolen. It would be just like her to get him thrown in jail, and just like Dad to leave him there, just to teach him a lesson. "Please don't call it in," he begged, eyes welling up with tears. At least the lady cop was listening, albeit with a look of disgust on her face. "Can't you just let me go? I didn't hurt nothin'."

"Nah, I can't just let this kind of perversion go unpunished," she replied, gesturing vaguely towards the pussy in the tailpipe. "Hell, for all I know, you might be some kind of serial car fucker!"

"I'm not!" Tim protested. "I never did it before, and I won't do it again--I promise!"

"Hmm, you are kind of a pretty little thing," she mused, lifting his face with her big hand gripping his chin, turning it this way and that. She squished his cheeks. "Pretty mouth--be a shame to see the things that would happen to you in jail..."

Timothy gave her his best puppy-dog eyes.

"Maybe I should just punish you myself, huh? I bet you'd like that, you dirty little perv."

He looked up at her hopefully as she stroked his cheek, studying him speculatively. With her on the pavement and him in the ditch, his eyes were just about level with her belt buckle. It was just then that he noticed the curious bulge in her pants.

"How 'bout it, baby, you want Kat to punish you?" At his nod, she slapped his cheek lightly. "You say 'Yes Mistress Kat' when I ask you a question."

"Y-Y-Yes, Mistress Kat," he mumbled, dropping his gaze meekly.

"Hmm, first of all we've got to fix you up--Come with me," she ordered, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the ditch.

She led him around to the back of her cruiser. He felt awkward as hell walking buck naked but for his shoes, with his dick still hard and his hands cuffed behind his back. At least she removed the cuffs when they reached the back.

Kat gave him another look up and down, shaking her head as she opened the trunk. "Wish we could do something about all that hair--I like my girls smooth," she muttered to herself. "Think I have something in here to at least cover it up..."

Girls? Timothy wondered.

He watched as she pulled out a big, old-fashioned bag made out of some flowery material, something like your grandma would keep her knitting in. She rummaged in it for a moment and came out with a couple of wispy pink pieces of cloth and string. She sorted one out and he saw that it was a tiny bikini. He had no idea what she was up to, but dutifully lifted his foot to step into it as she knelt down and held it open. She pulled it up, then tied the loose string on the right hip to snug it up. The tiny pink pouch barely contained his balls, while pushing his hard dick up to his belly. The back was nothing but a string that buried itself in the crack of his ass.

"Good thing that prick is so small," Kat murmured, adjusting the fit and giving it a little pat.

It's within normal parameters! he wanted to protest, but held his tongue.

She then put the top over his head to hang from his neck, pulled the strings under his arms and spun him around to tie them together behind his back. Turning him back around, she smiled and licked the tips of her forefinger and thumb.

"Let's get them little nips to poppin', eh girl?" she said as she tweaked one, then the other.

Tim shivered at the strange sensation emanating from his virgin nipples. He was relieved when she adjusted the tiny triangles of thin pink spandex to cover them. She seemed pleased by the now-erect buds making pokies in the stretchy material, rubbing them sensually. He was glad when she stopped, but had a sense of trepidation as she turned back to rummage in the bag again.

This time she came out with a shaggy wad of pink hued tinsel. He had no idea what it was as it sparkled in the sunshine until she shook it out and pulled it onto his head. She adjusted the wig and pushed a few stray locks of his own hair back up under. Then she pulled out a makeup bag, making him hold still as she put mascara on his lashes, some pink rouge on his cheekbones, and finished it up with some bright red lipstick.

"Ooh, aren't you a pretty girl," she cooed, holding him at arms length to admire her handiwork.

Tim felt humiliation, dressed up like--and being called--a girl, but whatever it took to keep her from arresting him. Then he noticed her rubbing that strange bulge in her crotch. He had a bad feeling about this...

Kat continued to study him with a pleased smile as she unbuckled her gunbelt and dropped it in the trunk, then took off her trooper's hat and tossed it in, also. She unbuttoned her uniform top and took it off, revealing huge shoulders, washboard abs, and bulging muscles everywhere, plus an industrial-strength looking white bra holding her massive tits. The bra came off and joined the rest in the trunk.

Tim couldn't help but gape at her heavily muscled torso. She looked like a professional body builder with all her definition and deep golden spray-on tan. Even her huge tits were solid, with barely any sag, and her fat nipples and wide aureolaes were just a half-shade darker than the skin surrounding them. He was thoroughly intimidated.

Kat reached into the bag and pulled out a plastic bottle, then with a dazzling white smile, took Tim's hand and led him to the back door of the cruiser. She set the bottle on the roof, opened the car door, and turned Tim around to sit on the seat with his feet still on the ground. Then, barely a foot in front of his face, she undid her fly and let her pants drop halfway down her thick thighs.

Tim's eyes goggled as a long, fat dick sprang out toward him.

His first confused thought was that she had been a man all along, but he quickly realized that the big dick and hanging set of rubber balls was held in place by a leather harness strapped over a pair of men's white briefs. He glanced nervously up at Kat's grinning face.

"Touch it. Hold it."

Tim reached out a trembling hand and touched the rubber cock, tentatively wrapping his fingers around the thick, veined shaft. It was hot and heavy.

"You like that, little girl?" Kat asked in her deep, husky voice. "Don't you want to suck Mistress Kat's big cock?"

FUUUUUCK NO!!!

"Um...uh, yes?" A slap on the cheek had him quickly amending, "Mistress Kate!"

"Take that bass out of your voice and ask me properly," she commanded.

"Uh, Mistress Kat, m-may I please suck your b-big cock?" he stuttered meekly in a timid falsetto.

That pleased her as she smiled that dazzling smile. "Yes you may, little girl."

Tim stared at the big rubber cock. Well, at least it's better than going to jail and having to suck a real one... He leaned forward and opened his mouth.

The fat head forced his jaw wide, then caused him to gag when he barely got another two inches in his mouth. He decided he would have to have become a lesbian had he been born a girl, because he was lousy at sucking dick. He gave it the old college try, however, holding the thing steady with both hands while bobbing his head and sucking lustily. His shimmering hair swung with his movements and his lipstick left a ring around the shaft at its deepest point. He looked up and met Kat's gaze. Even though it was a fake dick and he was not good at sucking it, he could see the lust burning in her icy blue eyes.

It seemed like a long time that he blew the big rubber dick, but finally Kat pulled it out of his mouth, bending down to tongue-kiss him breathlessly. "Mistress Kat's gonna fuck you now, little girl," she whispered hotly between kisses. "Would you like that? You want Mistress Kat's big cock inside you, hmm?"

"Y-y-yes, Mistress Kat," Tim mewled, although he thought he knew what was coming and definitely did NOT want it...

Sure enough, Kat flipped him around, handling him like a rag doll with her prodigious strength, pushing him face down on the back seat. He heard Kat kick off her shoes and the sound of her quickly removing her trousers. then he heard the snap of the plastic bottle being opened, the farting sound of the gel being squeezed out, and the squelching of it being spread onto the rubber dick. The string of his bikini was pulled out of his crack and to the side, another liquid fart and the lube, warmed by the sun, dribbled between his cheeks.

He couldn't help but remember pushing his dick into Chloe's asshole, how tight it had been--but Kat's dick was three times the size of his. He remembered how uncomfortable it had been when Dr. Jessi was up in his ass, and she had only used her fingers. So, as he felt the fat head of Kat's cock nuzzle into his crack, he was understandably tense. His bunghole clenched tighter than the lid on a new jar of pickles.

Kat seemed to know what she was doing, however, alternately pushing and relaxing as she massaged his buttocks, spreading them wide open then releasing, all the while murmuring, "Relax little girl...Let it happen...Open up that pretty little hole..."

Better than jail--Better than jail--he chanted in his head. Better than j--AIL!

Finally it happened--the slippery head forced its way through his tight sphincter, followed by inch after inch of thick rubber cock until it was finally balls deep. Tim found himself unable to even scream as the pain from his virgin asshole stole his breath, then Kat lay upon his back, her bulk crushing him with her huge sweaty tits pressed against his back, her mouth right against his ear whispering sweet nothings that he didn't even hear as he blacked out.

Consciousness returned sometime later to the feel of the giant cock deep-stroking his thankfully somewhat relaxed asshole. The pain was still there, but nowhere near as intense. It was still hard to breathe, however, with Kat's huge body still on top of him, sweating and undulating as her hips expertly pumped the strap-on deep into his colon. He slowly became aware of the growling diatribe she was spewing into his ear as she fucked him.

"...don't you, you little bitch? You fuckin' love it! Say it! Say you fuckin' love Kat's big cock! Say it you fuckin' slut!"

"I-I...I l-love your cock," he mewled.

"Yeah you do! You little slut! Fuckin' whore! Beg for it! Beg for Mistress Kat to fuck you harder!"

"Please, Mistress Kat," he whined. "Please fuck me harder..."

With a lusty laugh, Kat raised up on her arms and started slamming it into him at a bone-jarring rate.

Thing was, with her bulk off of him to where he could breathe a little easier, with his stretched out butthole seemingly growing used to the size and the slight change of the angle of the driving cock, it was starting to feel good...

Really good!

He remembered Dr. Jessi milking his prostate--how great and how terrible it felt at the same time. Now he could feel the bulbous head of Kat's cock, bumping into and sliding over that prostate with every mighty stroke. He found himself actually wanting it harder and faster! And the more he whined and begged in his girl voice, the more Kat seemed to love it and be spurred on to even greater exertions.

With his dick trapped between him and the seat, with Kat driving him into that seat with each pounding thrust, with that fat fucking cock stimulating his prostate as well as his sphincter, he let out a wailing cry and came like never before.

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!?!" Kat bellowed, stopping abruptly. "Did you just cum!?! Did you just fucking cum WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!?!"

She yanked her dick out so fast his poor ravaged asshole was left clenching nothing but air as she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the car, shaking him like he was a rag doll.

Tim was dazed. "M-M-Mistress...?"

She slapped him across the face. "You little slut--You don't cum without permission! Look at you! Look at the mess you made!" She pointed at the semen smeared on his belly, then gestured toward the back seat. "Look at what you did to my car!"

"I'm sorry, Mistress Kat!" Tim whined, trembling with fear at the giantess's wrath.

"Clean that disgusting shit up!" she ordered, pointing at the gooey puddle on the car seat.

Tim blinked rapidly, looking around. "Umm...Do you have a rag or something--?"

"Bitch, use your fucking tongue!" she snarled, grabbing him by the back of the neck and roughly pushing his face into his own spunk.

Tim cringed, but, thoroughly intimidated, he held back his glittery hair and began lapping up the salty goo. As he did so, he could hear Mistress Kat muttering angrily to herself, but also the sound of her unbuckling the harness that held her giant cock, then a heavy thump as she plopped it on to the roof of the car. He gagged a few times, but managed to choke down all the cum as he licked the seat clean. He turned around just in time to see Kat rip away her manly underpants like they were made of tissue paper.

Tim gaped at the sight of her, standing there in the sunshine, now clad only in her knee-high trooper's boots, rippling muscles gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat on her taut, deeply tanned skin. Her braid was in front, hanging over her massive left titty as she breathed hard with a lusty snarl on her face.

But, magnificent as she was, the thing that drew his stunned gaze like a magnet was the thick, triangular pelt of bushy, golden pubic hair, glinting in the sun like it was spun gold. He had never seen anything like it. It looked like you could knit a sweater out of it.

One hand holding the top of the car door for balance, Kat lifted one booted foot high and clumped it against the side of the car. She smiled hungrily and beckoned Tim toward her crotch with a crooked finger.

As if in a trance, Tim slid off the car seat and onto his knees on the hard pavement. Looking up between her legs, in the valley of the hairy golden muff, were a huge pair of hanging, purplish pussy lips, and a long, fat, pink-headed clit that looked to be as thick as--and half as long as--his own thumb. When Kat placed her forked fingers on either side of it and pulled the hood back, making it pop out even further, he could have sworn it was a small but fully formed little penis.

"Suck it!" she hissed.

He did.

"Ooh, good girl," Kat moaned.

Tim felt like a girl. It was bad enough being in a pink bikini and makeup, sucking on a rubber dick, but now it felt more like the real thing as he bobbed his head, moving his sucking mouth over the erect appendage. This was nothing like licking the pussy of the ultra-feminine Dr. Jessi. Perhaps to make it more like that experience, or maybe just because he thought you were supposed to, he poked two fingers into the drooling hole of Kat's pussy. For being such a big-looking cunt with its substantial lips and huge clit, it was surprisingly tight, but extremely wet and slippery, allowing his digits deep penetration.

BANG! Kat's fist hit him right between the eyebrows, knocking him onto his ass with a stunning force. He blinked up at her livid face.

"Bitch, did I tell you to put something inside me!?!"

"N-n-no," he stammered, cowering.

"What did I say?"

"S-suck it?"

"Then get the fuck up here and suck it, slut!"

Tim rose up dazedly and opened up. Kat lowered her raised foot to the ground, took up a wide-legged stance while holding his head between both hands, and thrust her long hard clit into his mouth. He slurped noisily at the thing as she pumped her hips frenziedly, literally fucking his face, her thick bush mopping his whole face. It took less than a minute for her to get there.

Her entire body went stiff, quaking like a jello mold on a washing machine as she threw her head back and howled into the empty sky. She was grinding her crotch into Tim's face so hard he could not breathe as thick secretions from her pulsing vagina rolled down his chin and neck to drip onto his chest.

Finally the Hulk-sized orgasm finished and she released him. Stumbling back a few steps, she bent over with her hands on her knees, panting hard as she looked at Tim and shook her head wonderingly.

"Whew!" she gasped with a satiated smile. "Thanks, little girl--Kat does love fucking the sluts!"

Tim stirred uncomfortably, embarrassed now that the heated action was finished.

Kat merely chuckled and dismissed him with a wave as she recovered enough to retrieve her cock and lube from the roof of the car, towering over him to reach them. She went to the back and tossed the items into the trunk, then slammed it shut. Tim climbed wearily to his feet and wandered over towards the Porsche as Kat picked up her discarded clothes--minus the shredded underpants--and climbed naked but for her boots behind the wheel of her cruiser.

He saw his own reflection in the shiny paint of the Porsche, dressed in his tiny bikini and party wig, lipstick smeared and mascara running down his sweaty face, her juices and his drying in the sun all down his front. He turned as he heard the cruiser start up, watched it pull a three-point turn-around, then back up to him. Kat put on her trooper hat and mirrored sunglasses. She turned to look at him.

"Next time I catch you fucking a car, it had better be American."

She drove off, one arm carelessly hanging out the window, seemingly perfectly comfortable wearing nothing between her hat and boots besides her sunglasses and a satisfied grin.

Tim watched her car as it faded into the distance. He was still in a bit of a daze with everything that had happened. Unconsciously reaching out, he put his hand on the Porsche. The sun had made the metal uncomfortably hot. He snatched his hand back, thus snapping him out of his trance-like state. It wasn't until then that he noticed his dick was still hard, standing out with the bikini having slipped down to only cover his balls.

He looked at his dick, looked at the Porsche, looked down the highway where the Highway Patrol cruiser was no longer in sight. After a long pause, he shrugged and stepped back down into the ditch behind the car. He traced the raised lettering lightly, took one more look over his shoulder, then smiled lovingly at the patiently waiting sex machine.

"Hey Baby, where were we--?"

[groomleader]

Excellent, this is a great series!!

[comsmith22]

Great Story … Too Bad He Could Not Extract His Revenge On Linda And Cloe And The Other Cheerleaders.... Thanks for the share

[groomleader]

Bumped, great read!