*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been four warned. Expect to find mistakes.
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“You girls don’t stay up all night, okay?” Stan MacManus ordered as he prepared to leave for another eight hour shift at the Ayshire facility.
“Yes sir,” Jill Thompson agreed.
“Yes sir,” Lisa MacManus agreed.
“Be good,” he smiled as he slid the door of Lisa’s bedroom shut.
Inside of her bedroom, Lisa held her breath, waiting for the slam of the trailer’s front door. Less than a minute later, they both heard the front door slam. Lisa turned and shot Jill a wide smile. Then, as they heard Stan’s Chevy truck roar to life, Lisa swiveled her entire body to face Jill.
“What’d you get?” Lisa demanded.
“Two. That’s right. Two bottles of Terlings Beer,” Jill crowed triumphantly. “And, he had a new magazine too. Anal Hotties or something like that.”
John Thompson, Jill’s brother, Jill’s only living relative was a drunk. The bulk of his income came from scrounging for recyclable cans and other metals and the occasional odd job.
When John had enough money, he would make the two hour trip down to Falwell City, Oklahoma. Even though Jayel County was not a dry county; there were two package stores and a few bars, including Little Bo Peep’s, a ‘gentlemen’s club’, John drove to Falwell City. His first stop was Skippy’s Pak N’ Sak, to stock up on booze. And, usually, while he was in Falwell City, John would swing by the adult bookstore and pick up one or two hard-core pornographic magazines. Then he would make the two hour drive back to Mordbrand, Kansas and lug in the bottles of Nulough’s Vodka and Iron Barrel Whiskey and four or five cases of Gratchley’s Beer.
“Terlings? God, I hope this is better than that Gratchley’s stuff,” Lisa said, squinting at the sixteen ounce bottle of Barley Terlings Beer.
“It has to be,” Jill said and twisted the cap off of the warm beer.
Neither girl liked the taste of beer. Neither girl liked drinking warm beer. But neither girl was about to admit that they didn’t like the alcohol, not in front of the other girl. So, gamely, they both drank the warm beer.
“Oh! Get, let’s see that magazine,” Lisa said, wishing she could pour out the strong, heavy beer.
Jill rummaged around in her backpack and located the stiff magazine. ‘Anal Girlfriends was the title and the cover showed a somewhat tawdry looking woman, heavily painted lips smiling cheekily into the camera as she leaned over another woman’s upturned buttocks. The model held a latex dong in her left hand, head of the dong pressed against her friend’s greased anus. Her right hand pulled the left buttock, fully exposing the other woman’s greased anus and hairless mound and slick inner lips.
Lisa looked from the magazine’s cover at the smiling face of her best friend. Jill Michelle Thompson was cute, in a somewhat tomboyish way. Her brown hair was cut to hang just below her ears. Her brown eyes were large and expressive, especially on her small, square face. Her nose was slim and her wide mouth was framed by pale lips. Her teeth were somewhat in need of a good orthodontist, but was not so badly formed to hamper Jill’s ability to eat or speak.
Jill was scrawny, with 29B breasts, a 26 inch waist and 31 inch hips. She stood at five feet four, and, because her brother was perpetually unemployed, Jill could not afford the latest fashions or fads.
Lisa’s height of five foot four put Lisa and Jill eye to eye. But there, the similarities ended. Lisa was blonde, like her father and her mother. She also had their blue eyes.
“And, unfortunately, you’ve got that MacManus nose,” Debbie, Lisa’s mother had sympathized, even playfully pinching Lisa’s large nose.
Lisa missed her mother. Debbie had wanderlust; having grown up in Billingsly, Kansas, in the heart of Jayel County, Debbie desired to see more of the world than just railroads and truck stops and wheat fields and trailer parks. So when Debbie determined that Lisa could fend for herself, Debbie left her wedding band and diamond engagement ring on the Formica kitchen table and a simple note declaring her love for Lisa and Stanley.
“Well, with love like that…” Stan muttered and threatened he would get a divorce from his wandering wife.
Lisa had been blessed with her mother’s curves. When her mother had left, Lisa was wearing a 26V bra. Now, at eighteen, Lisa wore a 34D and that was getting a little snug. Her waist was 30, and her hips were 34. She was also cursed with her mother’s somewhat heavy thighs.
“Anal Girlfriends?” Lisa asked, reading the title out loud.
John had odd taste in pornography. Both Lisa and Jill had mused, if he would buy a computer, he could save seven to twelve dollars every other week, instead of buying the discounted hard-core magazines from the rear racks of the adult bookstore.
John didn’t tell Lisa or Jill; he hardly could justify it to himself, but John also bought five dollars’ worth of tokens and went into a viewing booth. There, he would feed a few tokens into the slot and would select whatever his interests that day would dictate. ‘Shaved’ or ‘Anal’ or ‘Lesbian’ usually got pressed.
After a few moments, John would hear a knock on the wall, a soft tap-tap-tap. Looking to the left and to the right, John would look for the fingers sticking through the hole. Unzipping his stained trousers, John would feed his impressive cock to the mouth on the other side of the wall.
From the stubby fingers, John did deduce it was a man’s mouth, but from the other side of the wall, John could tell himself it was not a man swallowing his meat. It was not a man on the other side, stroking his own small erection while tonguing John’s sweaty meat. Head turned, watching the video screen, John could tell himself it was a sleazy looking blonde with pneumatic breasts that was lapping and stroking his cock. It was a red head with heavily freckled titties that was sucking and moaning on the other side of that wall.
So, were John to save up, buy a computer, pay for the Internet hook-up, he would not have his bi-weekly bi-blow job. He would have to drain his balls himself.
“Yeah. Hey, I didn’t buy it,” Jill defended.
Lisa thought back to the first magazine Jill brought to her trailer. That magazine had been a very thick magazine of three-way and four-way and more-way lesbian action. There was very little variety in the pictorials, just three or more women simulating lesbian action. The stories accompanying the pictures were implausible as well.
But reading through the magazine, neither one of the eighteen year old girls tossed the magazine down in disgust. Both girls continued to flip through, page after page, goggling at the lesbian action.
“Augh, oh my God, that, that has to hurt, it has to,” Lisa had been the first to speak out as they looked at a picture of one woman that had fists invading her vagina and rectum at the same time.
“I, you, would you ever do that?” Jill had asked.
“That? No way!” Lisa had said.
“I, but that other stuff, I mean…” Jill stammered, her acne obscured by her heavy blush.
“I, the other, I mean, I, would you?” Lisa stammered, her own face a bright red.
Jill kissed Lisa, a hard, frantic kiss to Lisa’s lips. At first, Lisa was stunned. She even reached up to push Jill away. Her hand came into contact with Jill’s hard breast.
Opening her mouth, Lisa thrust her tongue into Jill’s mouth. The two girls kissed, Lisa’s hand kneading and tugging on Jill’s hard breasts and rubbery nipples.
Using the magazine as their guide, Lisa and Jill made love with each other. Sixty nine was achieved by Jill straddling Lisa’s head and shoving her face into Lisa’s furry crotch. A thick candle was used in lieu of a dildo; Lisa’s hymen was torn away easily. Jill had ripped her own hymen months earlier, using a large cucumber.
‘Cum Bath’ was picture after picture of girls accepting massive quantities of semen onto their faces or breasts or gaping vaginas or upturned buttocks. Jill and Lisa did not find ‘Cum Bath’ to be erotic or titillating. In truth, both found the pictures and the words oddly dismal.
‘Teen Gang Bang Queens’ had caused Lisa and Jill to compile a list of the three or four boys in their high school class that they would gladly gather together for their own gang bangs. Then, already worked up by the pictures and contrived story lines, Lisa and Jill pleasured one another. In truth, had either Lisa or Jill called Dwayne Williams, or Scotty and Danny Purdt or Emmanuel ‘Manny’ Foster, those young men would have been happy to fulfill Lisa and Jill’s fantasies. William Johnson, however, would have refused, citing some Biblical passage or religious tenant as his excuse.
(But had Dwayne, or Scotty and Danny or Emmanuel asked, William would have been on his knees. He wasn’t spouting Biblical passages or religious beliefs when he entered the adult bookstore in Falwell City on every opportunity and sat in the dark video booth, waiting to hear someone enter the booth next to his booth.) He did not spew biblical quotations as he gave a soft ‘tap tap tap’ on the wall then wormed his fingers through the glory hole in open invitation for his neighbor to jam his cock through the hole.
Leafing slowly through ‘Anal Girlfriends,’ Lisa and Jill looked at each page, looked at pictures of girls using fingers, dildos, vibrators, various vegetables, and even tongues on each other’s anuses. The words scattered throughout the magazine informed the girls that these lesbians had grown tired of conventional lesbian sex. They desired to pleasure their girlfriends anally, or to have their own anuses pleasured.
“‘That first time Melanie used her dildo to fuck my ass I knew I was now an ass slut,'” Lisa read aloud.
“I, that, that’s got to, that’s just weird,” Jill announced.
“I, I mean, what’s that feel like?” Lisa wondered aloud.
Lisa understood vaginal stimulation, clitoral stimulation. She knew, from reading the stories in John’s pornographic magazines, some girls really liked having a man’s cock in their mouths. Lisa understood that; she certainly enjoyed eating an ice cold fudgesicle on a sunny summer day. And most of the stories accompanying the stories proclaimed that these girls loved the taste of a man’s sweet cream spurting into their throats.
Vut, the idea that an object being inserted into her bowels could be pleasurable? That truly did not make sense. Both Lisa and Jill had assumed most of the girls in John’s other magazines allowed boys to stick their cocks up their asses out of convenience, rather than it being a source of pleasure. In other words, their pussies were otherwise occupied, or perhaps too sore or even too stretched out for vaginal intercourse, so the girls just allowed the boys to fuck their asses. Finally, Lisa closed the magazine.
As always, Jill was the instigator of their sex. She leaned over and pressed her lips to Lisa’s lips. Lisa opened her mouth and the two girls sucked on each other’s tongues.
Lisa reached her hand out and gently kneaded Jill’s small breast. Jill moaned into Lisa’s mouth as Lisa’s fingers found Jill’s hard nipples. Jill pulled Lisa’s blouse up and Lisa broke their lip to lip contact so that they could remove their tops. Lisa quickly unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to bobble freely.
Again, they swung into a sixty nine, Jill on top. With practiced ease, Jill and Lisa brought one another to orgasm. Then Jill wiggled forward and used her hands to pry Lisa’s buttocks apart.
“I, hey, wait, what…” Lisa asked, truly shocked as she felt Jill’s hot breath blowing across her sweaty anus.
“Aieegh, ack!” Lisa screamed out as she felt Jill’s tongue lapping at her anus.
To Lisa, that first contact had felt positively electric. Jolts and bursts of lights had exploded in Lisa’s head as she felt Jill’s insistent tongue tickling her anus.
“Ack, Jesus, oh God!” Lisa cried out when Jill wormed a skinny finger into Lisa’s rectum.
Lisa’s senses were on overload as Jill wormed a second then third finger into Lisa’s rectum. Lisa shook and shuddered as Jill fingered her rectum. Lisa tried to concentrate on pleasuring Jill’s anus, but all thoughts were on the naughty, nasty, illicit feelings in her guts as Jill’s fingers pumped in and out.
“Oh! Ack, Jesus, o my God!” Lisa screamed out as Jill’s thumb brushed across Lisa’s clitoris.
Lisa jammed two, then three fingers into Jill’s struggling rectum. Lisa then sucked forcefully on Jill’s clitoris. Jill grunted and bucked underneath Lisa, making unintelligible sounds. Finally, the two girls rolled away from one another and lay on the carpeted floor, gasping for breath.
“I, oh God,” Jill managed to wheeze out.
“Yeah,” Lisa agreed.
Both girls screamed out loud when Lisa’s cell phone suddenly blasted out Lisa’s father’s ringtone. Lisa hurriedly answered the phone.
“Hey, tomorrow morning? You do up that hash brown scramble casserole thing?” Stan asked. “They hired a new shift supervisor and I’m bringing him over for breakfast.”
“Yes sir,” Lisa agreed dutifully.
“Love you, Sweetheart,” Stan said and terminated the call.
Feeling very naughty, and illicit, Lisa and Jill padded nude from Lisa’s bedroom to the kitchen. Lisa checked that she had all the ingredients for her hash brown casserole. While she took inventory, Jill rooted around in the utensil drawer.
“Jill, what are you doing?” Lisa demanded, tiring of hearing the clatter.
“Looking for…” Jill said, then whooped when she found the thick handled spatula.
“Put that back; I never use that,” Lisa said.
“I know,” Jill said, holding up the spatula so that Lisa could see the thick, slightly phallic shaped handle.
“Huh?” Lisa asked.
In answer, Jill slowly, sensuously trailed the tip of the handle along Lisa’s buttock, toward the furrow that separated Lisa’s cheeks. Lisa squealed and brushed the handle away.
“I got enough, Jill, quit! I got enough, yeah there’s enough, Jill quit, enough eggs,” Lisa giggled, brushing at Jill’s insistent hand.
Returning to Lisa’s bedroom, Jill and Lisa kissed a few times. Then Jill positioned Lisa onto her shoulders and knees. Jill slowly lovingly rubbed the handle of the spatula against Lisa’s puffy inner lips. Lisa squealed and shuddered when she felt her girlfriend’s mouth at her anus.
“Mm, augh, Jill, you, you are so nasty,” Lisa murmured as Jill lapped at Lisa’s anus.
“Mm! Augh, oh!” Lisa groaned as Jill slowly forced the spatula’s handle into her rectum.
When Jill had the four inch handle imbedded in Lisa’s upturned bottom, Jill began to finger Lisa’s pussy. Jill alternated between pleasuring Lisa’s pussy and ass. Within moments, Lisa was grunting and gurgling in pleasure.
“Mmng, augh, ack! Oh God,” Lisa cried out in orgasm.
After thoroughly cleaning the spatula’s handle, the girls switched positions. Lisa watched in fascination as Jill’s anus flowered open to accept the thick handle. Watching the obscene, vulgar action had Lisa once again very excited. But as one hand was busy teasing Jill’s pussy and the other hand was busy thrusting the handle in and out of Jill’s bottom, Lisa couldn’t very well rub her own pussy, or finger her own ass. Lisa ground her teeth and concentrated on pleasuring Jill.
Jill was quick to orgasm. Lisa continued working the thick handle in and out while Jill bucked and grunted. After her second orgasm, Jill weakly pushed Lisa’s hands away. Lisa immediately brought her hand down to her overheated pussy and rubbed herself frantically.
“Mmng, ack, augh, yes!” Lisa grunted.
After setting the alarm on her cell phone, Lisa and Jill brushed their teeth and crawled into Lisa’s full sized bed. Lisa smiled; she and Jill could have shared a twin and there would have been plenty of room. They slept right next to one another.
The alarm roused Lisa and she sluggishly pulled on a pair of loose tap pants and matching camisole top. Then, fuzzy slippers on her feet, Lisa made her way to the kitchen and sleepily began grating the two large potatoes, then the green pepper then yellow onion.
After putting the loosely covered dish into the oven, Lisa then began making a smaller French toast casserole. Her last act was to start the coffee pot; it usually took fifteen to twenty minutes to slowly, laboriously brew a pot of coffee. The coffee pot had been a wedding present from Stan’s sister and was the only thing that still worked. The popcorn maker Aunt Bernadette had given them was dead and long gone. The toaster oven, Debbie, Lisa’s mom had burned it up by forgetting about the toaster pastry she’d put in there. The crock pot probably still worked, but because Stan had broken the lid and didn’t know where to get the replacement lid, it just sat in a cabinet.
“Jerry, I’m telling you, Doug would squeeze his own mother for her last dime,” Lisa heard her father’s voice as the front door opened. “Aw yes sir! Yes sir! Smell that? That, sir, is my daughter’s cooking.”
“Hi Daddy,” Lisa smiled, then froze as she saw Jerry Eisenbach for the first time.
Jerry was a large man of six feet, five inches. His shoulders were broad, his chest a barrel shaped chest, and his arms were massive. His waist looked narrow, when compared to the rest of him, and his thighs looked ready to burst his work trousers.
His hair was a thick brown mop and his eyes were deep brown pools. His nose, Lisa guessed his nose had been broken once or twice, but it made him look manly, rugged, and handsome. His smile seemed to be a genuine smile as he looked at Lisa MacManus.
“Lisa, sweetie, this is Jerry Eichenback. Jerry, my daughter, Lisa. She just graduated last year,” Stan did the introductions. “Okay! Yes sir, okay! Coffee’s ready.”
“Hi Mr. MacManus,” Jill simpered, bounding into the room.
“Uh? Perfect timing, huh Jill?” Lisa accused, tearing her eyes away from the handsome guest.
“Of course,” Jill giggled.
“Hey, Stan, I thought you said you had the one daughter,” Jerry smiled at the sight of the small pixie in oversized tee shirt and Daisy Duke Shorts.
“Mm hmm. This is Jill Thompson; she’s a friend of the family,” Stan smiled, reaching for a mug. “Jerry? Want some coffee?”
“Absolutely,” Jerry smiled and watched Lisa’s buttocks flex and strain in her cute sleepwear while Lisa bent to take the hash brown casserole from the oven.
The French toast casserole went into the oven while Lisa and Jill cut and served the hash brown casserole. By the time Jerry finished his second heaping serving of the casserole, the French toast casserole was ready to come out.
Then, Lisa and Jill returned to Lisa’s bedroom, to catch a few more winks. Stan and Jerry chatted over the last two mugs of coffee, then Jerry left and Stan wobbled to his own bedroom.
“Now, you two girls don’t stay up all night, you hear?” Stan MacManus said a few weeks later.
“Yes sir,” Lisa MacManus agreed.
“Yes sir,” Jill Thompson echoed.
“Oh, Sweetheart? Before I forget? I invited Jerry over for some of your buttermilk pancakes tomorrow morning, okay?” Stan thought to say before closing the door of Lisa’s room.
“Yes sir,” Lisa said dutifully.
When Stan’s truck drove away, both Jill and Lisa squealed. Ever since that breakfast of hash brown casserole and French toast casserole, Lisa could talk of little else. Jill shared Lisa’s excitement and enthusiasm; she too had thought the man was ruggedly handsome.
“He’s almost as handsome as your dad,” Jill agreed.
The newest magazine was quite the let-down for both girls. Although quite thick, with eighty six pages of large breasted supposedly bisexual girls, there was no actual penetration, no actual ejaculations depicted. Even the words were uninspiring, with numerous misspellings scattered throughout the text.
Lisa’s alarm roused her and she again pulled on her camisole top and loose tap pants. Jill giggled when Lisa leaned over and kissed her awake.
“Quit!” Jill giggled, pushing Lisa’s face away.
“I need you to do the bacon. Oh! And you can make that blueberry syrup while I do the pancakes,” Lisa demanded as Jill burrowed under the blanket again. “Jill, come on. Help me, okay?”
“Fine,” Jill said and wiggled into her clothing.
Both men ate ravenously and both complimented Lisa and Jill on the meal. Lisa made sure that they both knew the bacon and the syrup was Jill’s handiwork.
After cleaning up the breakfast dishes and large flat iron sheet, Jill and Lisa told Jerry and Stan they were returning to bed.
“I uh, hey Lisa? I, I asked your dad and he uh, he said it’s all right with him if I asked you to the movies uh this Monday,” Jerry stammered.
Lisa looked at the hotly blushing man, mouth open in shock. She looked at her father for confirmation, guidance. He smiled, a little sadly and nodded with his head toward Jerry.
“I, uh, yeah, yes sir, that, I think I’d like that,” Lisa agreed, blushing hotly.
Safely ensconced in her room, Lisa and Jill squealed; this was the first date either girl had ever been on. They went through Lisa’s closet and drawers and bemoaned the lack of suitable clothing.
Both girls screamed when there was a knock at the door. Stan chuckled at the reaction as he worked a few twenties from his wallet.
“Here. Go to the mall; yes, you can use the truck, and get yourself something to wear,” Stan said.
“Thanks Dad, love you Dad,” Lisa said.
“Nothing too racy,” Stan ordered as Lisa now selected an outfit suitable for shopping.
“Racy?” Jill laughed at the arcane word.
“Nothing that has your butt all hanging out, nothing that has your boobs falling out,” Stan defined, smirking at Jill’s cheeky expression.
The last of the snow had melted away, leaving sludge in its wake. Lisa drove carefully, cursing at the drivers that passed her, horns blaring. Once around the Billingsly Mall, Lisa and Jill came to two conclusions. One, the one hundred dollars Stan had given Lisa would actually buy very little. And two, they didn’t like what was available.
The Billingsly Goodwill had a better selection at a better price. Billingsly, Kansas had more people living in the town than Mordbrand, Kansas had. And the average annual income in Billingsly was seven thousand dollars more than the average income in Mordbrand.
“Lisa, no, that’s not right,” Jill protested when Lisa threw three tops and a pair of jeans and a pair of khakis into their cart.
“Shush. If you had it and those would look good on me, you’d buy them for me and you know it,” Lisa ordered.
The Billingsly Wal-Mart sold Lisa two new bras and a pack of lacy panties. Jill didn’t say anything when Lisa threw a pack of panties in Jill’s size into the cart.
With the seventeen dollars they had left, they went to the Newhart’s Restaurant and had two of their large cinnamon rolls and shared a large coffee. Then they drove home.
“Thank you,” Jill mumbled, taking her largesse to her own trailer.
“Welcome. Love you,” Lisa said, quietly entering her own trailer.
Their first date went well; Jerry took Lisa to an Applebee’s for dinner, then to the movie theater. He complained good-naturedly about the chick flick she chose but bought her a large buttered popcorn and a Dr. Pepper.
In the darkened theater, Lisa had her first French kiss, other than the kissing she and Jill had done. She also experienced a different hand massaging her substantial breasts. Unlike Jill, Jerry seemed intent on breaking Lisa’s breasts.
Afterward, parked in front of Stan’s trailer, Jerry taught Lisa how to give an expert hand job. She watched in rapt fascination as Jerry’s sperm erupted, coating Lisa’s hand and Jerry’s belly and crotch. Then she used a crusty towel to clean her hand before sliding out of his truck.
“Hey Sweetie, had fun?” Stan tiredly asked when Lisa let herself into the trailer.
Their second date was to a Ruby Tuesday’s restaurant, then to the Billingsly Bowl-A-Rama. The last time she’d bowled had been her twelfth birthday, but Lisa had fun. She also had fun giving Jerry another hand job.
Sucking cock was not Lisa’s favorite sex act. Despite what Jill’s brother’s magazines claimed, Jerry’s sperm was not as sweet as heavy cream. The texture was also abhorrent but Lisa dutifully swallowed her boyfriend’s spunk.
“What?” Jerry laughed out loud when Lisa called his semen ‘spunk.’ “Where, where did you hear that word?”
Blushing hotly, Lisa giggled and explained about reading the pornographic magazines Jill had smuggled into the trailer. Telling Jerry about her and her best friend looking at naughty magazines had Jerry erect again. So, Lisa bent her head and sucked him to another quick ejaculation.
Two months into their relationship, Lisa reminded Jerry that she too had desires. Before she would suck his cock one more time, she demanded he at least use his hands, finger her to orgasm. The next time she climbed into his truck, Lisa suggested Jerry do a little muff-diving.
“Muff diving, huh?” Jerry smirked.
“Do a good enough job…” Lisa coyly suggested, holding up a tube of KY Jelly.
There was no date that evening; Jerry drove Lisa straight to his apartment. He was currently renting a one bedroom apartment at the newly constructed Sunflower Apartments. Lisa was less than impressed with his bachelor pad; the furniture looked as if it had been left on the side of the road. Jerry also neglected to make his bed.
Jerry did a phenomenal job of eating at the Y. Knowing he had a bit of a hair trigger, Lisa sucked him off. She moved to kiss him and Jerry tilted his head.
“Hey, you just had your mouth on my twat; you see me acting all weirded out?” Lisa said.
Reluctantly, Jerry did kiss his girlfriend. It didn’t kill him, but he did not enjoy the act.
Lisa then flipped the hem of her sundress up as she knelt on his bed. Jerry took the tube of lubricant and broke the seal. Then he liberally greased his index and middle fingers with the goo.
“Mm, oh,” Lisa sighed out; she did enjoy the feeling of Jerry’s thick fingers pushing into her struggling, resisting bowels.
“Mm, oh, oh God, yes,” Lisa groaned as Jerry twisted the slimy fingers around in her rectum.
Jerry impatiently greased his cock and shoved it hard against Lisa’s constricting anus. Lisa cried out in pain and Jerry cried out in triumph.
“Oh, shit, shit, shit, wait!” Lisa sobbed out as waves of white hot pain radiated from her struggling anus outward.
By the time Jerry was balls deep in her protesting rectum, though, that familiar, welcome warmth welled up in her guts. Lisa could feel the flared head of his cock rasping along her rectal walls and could feel the girth of his shaft stretching her open. Lisa thrust back to meet Jerry’s forward thrusts. Within moments, they had a steady rhythm going. Jerry reached down and gave Lisa’s fat little clitoris a quick diddle and Lisa tensed, then screamed in orgasm.
“Yes sir, yes ma’am, I, I’m an ass slut,” Lisa thought to herself as she sat upon Jerry’s filthy commode.
“God, oh God,” Lisa sobbed out as another spasm rippled through her guts.
“Damn; you ain’t done in there?” Jerry protested through the thin bathroom door.
“Hey, Sweetie,” Stan said into the cell phone the next evening. “I, you make us one of your special breakfasts tomorrow?”
“Sure,” Lisa happily agreed, lightly pushing Jill’s hand away from her pussy.
In the morning, Lisa wiggled into her new short shift with matching robe. Jill giggled as Lisa flashed her, showing Jill that she’d ‘forgotten’ to put on the matching panties.
Lisa sliced six large green peppers in half, then scooped out the seeds and membranes. While the peppers baked in the oven, Lisa whipped together six eggs with equal parts whole milk and heavy cream. Then she added finely diced green peppers, yellow onion and a sparing amount of diced jalapeno peppers. Crumbled bacon was added to the egg mixture and the pepper halves were taken from the oven.
Lisa ladled the egg mixture into each pepper half, then covered each pepper/egg with a slice of sharp cheddar cheese.
“That, where’d you get that recipe?” Jill sleepily asked as Lisa slid the baking sheet into the oven again.
“Off the internet. Some iron skillet guy; Jill! Go put some underwear on!” Lisa said, then giggled when Jill flashed her freshly shaved pussy at Lisa.
“Oops, too late,” Jill squeaked as the front door opened.
“Then keep your hem down,” Lisa hissed as the coffee pot finally finished making the coffee.
“Hey, hey, there’s my girl,” Jerry smiled as the cookie sheet was again removed from the oven.
“Stan, I tell you,” Jerry moaned as he managed, barely, to finish the fourth pepper. “If I had not fallen in love with this woman after her hash brown casserole?”
“Mm hmm,” Stan agreed, sneaking furtive glances at Jill’s coltish legs as the girl sat, constantly tugging the hem of her sleep shirt down.
“So, I know, I know it’s going to be hard to let her go, but…” Jerry said, pulling an engagement ring from his shirt pocket.
“I, you, you serious?” Lisa gasped, looking from simple diamond ring to Jerry’s laughing face.
“Is that, that’s a…” Jill gasped, forgetting to pull her tee shirt hem down as she leaned over to look at the ring.
“Daddy?” Lisa asked.
“What?” Stan smiled.
“I, Daddy?” Lisa asked, bursting into sobs.
“What, baby girl?” Stan asked, hugging Lisa.
“I, I don’t know, what, what am I supposed to say?” Lisa wailed.
“Well, Baby, what? I mean, do you love him?” Stan asked, gently rubbing his daughter’s back as she clung to him.
“I, yeah, I, I think so,” Lisa admitted. “I mean, I, I like being with him, I like you know, um…”
“God, I wish your mother was here,” Stan thought to himself.
After composing herself, Lisa tearfully, happily accepted Jerry’s proposal. She and Jill ran to her bedroom to squeal and make plans. Stan and Jerry solemnly shook hands, then both shared a hearty laugh.
The good Reverend Mark Vincent headed a non-denominational church in Mordbrand, Kansas. He did ask that Lisa and Jerry meet with him once individually and twice as a couple before he would agree to schedule a wedding in his church.
“You know, we can just go on down to the courthouse,” Jerry said, rankled at the man’s insistence that they meet with him.
“That is your prerogative,” Reverend Mark shrugged. “You certainly can do that. And it is my prerogative that I meet with any couples that ask to be wed in my church. Just let me know what you intend to do, okay?”
Lisa shot Jerry pleading looks. With a grumble, Jerry acquiesced to the minister’s demands.
In her solo session, Lisa admitted that Jerry had taught her how to give hand jobs which had graduated to oral sex. She confided that she’d had to ask Jerry to reciprocate and had to reward his good job of pleasuring her orally with anal sex. Mark drove Lisa home from the session; Jerry had dropped her off then drove away.
Jerry did not last five minutes of his scheduled forty five minute session. He was highly embarrassed that Lisa had shared such intimate details of their relationship with a total stranger. He refused to share any of the details of their sexual activities with the reverend and refused to give any substantive details of his personal history with Mark Vincent.
Their first couples session, Jerry stormed out when Mark asked if there was any substance to their relationship other than sex. Mark drove Lisa home from the session; Jerry had driven away.
Their second session started off the same way; Mark asked if there was any substance to their relationship, other than sex. Jerry denied that sex was the only thing holding them together but could not answer Mark’s question. When asked why he wanted to marry Lisa, Jerry had to admit it was because of the sex. He shot Lisa a murderous glare when Lisa confided that their dates were mostly going back to Jerry’s place for sex; he no longer took her out to eat, or to movies or bowling.
Mark called Jerry first and let Jerry know that he would not, could not in good conscience marry the two of them. He followed up his phone call with a letter, fully explaining his reasons for denying Lisa and Jerry the use of his church, the use of his services.
Lisa burst into sobs when Reverend Mark Vincent called her and told her the bad news. She thanked him, but was saddened all the same.
Jerry called Lisa that night, just before going into work and told her to be ready to go to the courthouse the next morning. Jerry told Lisa they did not need some snot nosed self-righteous cock sucker telling them they couldn’t get married. Before Lisa could tell him she thought they should wait, Jerry had ended the call.
The next morning, Lisa refused to go to the courthouse and Jerry left the trailer in a huff. Later that day, he returned and angrily demanded the engagement ring. Tearfully, Lisa slid the cheap ring from her finger and handed it to Jerry. He did not return her declaration of love as he stormed from the trailer.
“Jesus, I wish your damned mother was here,” Stan again thought to himself as he held his sobbing daughter.
Stat night, Stan was told by Jack Walters, their floor supervisor that Jerry Eisenbach had, for reasons unknown tendered his immediate resignation. Stan was flattered and a little apprehensive when the position of shift supervisor was his, if he wanted it.
“Yeah, I know, you don’t have the book smarts,” Jack said. “But I told Ms. Seraque, you got the experience we’re needing,” Jack said.
When Lisa received the letter from Reverend Mark Vincent, she called to politely thank the man for his assistance. Even though the ending was not what she had anticipated, it was better that she find out now what a hot-head and flight risk Jerry Eisenbach was, rather than finding out two, three years and two or three children down the road.
“I hmm, I, Ms. MacManus? There is, there’s Caldwell’s BBQ right up the street from the Fellowship Hall,” Mark stammered.
Their first date was a very pleasant evening. Mark met with Stan MacManus before the date, and at the end of their date. In front of Stan, Mark gave Lisa a chaste kiss to the cheek.
Their second date, Lisa didn’t think it truly counted as a date. They went to the brand new Benny’s Burger Bar, with Lisa’s father and Jill in tow. Then from there, the foursome went to the Bowl-O-Rama and played, couple against couple.
Mark had invited Stan to come along, and bring any special lady friend along. Stan admitted there was no special lady and had been shocked when Lisa suggested Jill.
Both Stan and Mark received soft kisses on their lips from their two grateful dates at the end of the evening, then Jill and Lisa retired to Lisa’s bedroom while Mark returned to his apartment at the rear of his church and Stan went in for the late night shift at his job.
In her bedroom, Jill and Lisa looked through one of John’s older magazines, ‘Shaved Lesbians,’ and made love. Then they drank the two warm Gratchley’s Beers and made love again before falling asleep.
Sunday morning, after breakfast, Stan, Lisa, and Jill dressed in their Sunday finery and went to Reverend Vincent’s church. After a truly rousing, heart-felt service, Mark pulled Lisa and Stan and Jill from their pew as he walked to the rear of the church. Lisa stood proudly next to Mark’s side as he chatted with his flock. Whenever someone had the courage to ask, Mark was delighted to introduce Lisa as a special friend, and Stan and Jill as dear friends.
“Now, Caldwell’s is open and I’m in the mood for barbeque; how about the three of you?” Mark said, locking the door of the church.
As they sat and ate, Lisa sat next to Mark. Across from them, Stan and Jill sat. Stan looked up, eyes flicking back and forth from Lisa to Mark when Jill leaned over and placed her small head on Stan’s shoulder.
“Now, I have a six thirty service to prepare for,” Mark said after he and Stan argued and Mark won over who should pay for their meal.
“Oh. I, need us to come to that?” Lisa asked.
“Sweetheart, I would be delighted if you did. But if you don’t, I will survive,” Mark said.
“We’ll be there,” Stan smiled, then froze as Jill took his large paw into her small hand.
“There is a concert featuring the later works of Arnold Schoenberg at the college Friday night,” Mark said after a date one Tuesday evening. “Care to go?”
“Who?” Lisa asked.
“Arnold Schoenberg. Classical music,” Mark smiled. “You know, violins, piano, cello. That boring stuff old people listen to.”
“I’d love to,” Lisa smiled, softly punching Mark’s arm.
They went to a Mexican restaurant whose food bore very little similarity to Mexican fare. Adding jalapeno peppers to food does not make that food Mexican. From there, they went to Whittle College’s amphitheater.
Lisa was enthralled by the light, airy music. She sat, eyes drinking in the splendor, ears drinking in the sounds her ears had never heard before. Her mouth was open for most of the performance.
At Intermission, Lisa hurried to the bathroom, then hurried to wait for Mark to exit his bathroom. Then she pulled him to their seat, afraid to miss one note.
“So, did you…mpgh!” Mark asked, then grunted as Lisa passionately kissed him.
“I been, you know, pleasuring myself to thoughts of you,” Lisa confessed as they drove home. “But now? I, I think I’ll be touching myself to that music. That, God! It, it was just beautiful!”
“You shouldn’t be touching yourself,” Mark said, letting the minister in himself slip out.
“Oh?” Lisa teased, leaning across the console to lightly stroke his bicep. “You do it for me?”
Mark’s cock grew painfully erect as he remembered the counseling sessions with Lisa and with Lisa and Gerry. Lisa had been very open and honest; she and Jerry had engaged in sex and Lisa had thoroughly enjoyed sexual intimacies. She had confessed she especially enjoyed anal sex. In Mark’s assessment, Lisa did have a very attractive rump.
“Sweetheart, sex, sex is for a husband and wife to enjoy,” Mark said firmly.
“Oh,” Lisa said, then pouted. “What, what about oral? Is oral sex okay?”
“Sweetheart, it’s still sex,” Mark said gently.
“So, I have to wait until we’re married?” Lisa asked. “Well, when is that going to be?”
“You know what? Soon. I, it’ll be soon, okay?” Mark promised and Lisa pouted again, not satisfied with his response.
Sunday morning, Lisa, Stan, and Jill were in church. Lisa and Jill smiled warmly at Mark; Stan looked slightly uncomfortable as Jill clutched his arm between her two arms. Stan hated to admit it, but he could feel Jill’s small breast bumps against his bicep. To his chagrin, Stan was enjoying the feeling of Jill’s braless breast bumps pressing against his bicep. After all, she was just a kid; she was an eighteen year old kid, same age as his daughter.
Again, after the morning service, Lisa stood proudly next to her man as his congregation slowly made their way from the church. Stan and Jill stood slightly behind Mark and Lisa, Jill clutching onto Stan’s hand.
“Benny’s Burger Bar in April Falls says there’s a thousand ways to fix your burger,” Mark suggested and the quartet got into his car.
“We don’t have to try all one thousand today, do we?” Stan asked and Jill and Lisa giggled as Mark smiled.
After a delicious hamburger and chocolate malt, Jill kissed Stan, directly on his lips and thanked him. She then playfully pinched her nose and complained about the red onions he’d put on his burger. For the car ride from April Falls to Mordbrand, Jill leaned her small head against Stan’s bicep.
Mark let Stan and Jill out of the car in front of Stan’s trailer. On the small wooden platform in front of his trailer’s door, Jill gave Stan a kiss. She pulled him down and pressed her lips to his lips. Then she again playfully complained about his ‘onion breath’ before skittering away to her own trailer.
The next Saturday, Mark invited Stan to accompany himself and Lisa and Jill to Rio Del Sol Mexican restaurant. During the meal, Stan was both uncomfortable and excited as Jill leaned heavily against him, her small hand on his upper thigh.
And, at the end of the meal, Mark pulled a small box out of his jacket pocket and turned to Lisa. Lisa looked into his eyes and smiled.
“Yes, my love, yes. I will,” Lisa whispered, kissing Mark before he could even ask.
“Aw!” Jill sighed happily as Mark slipped the simple ring onto Lisa’s finger.
“Thank you, Mr. MacManus,” Mark said, shaking Stan’s hand.
Mark turned to Lisa and explained, “I went and asked your father for his permission for your hand.”
“And you got to be my maid of honor,” Lisa demanded and Jill nodded her agreement.
“Now, not next Wednesday, but the Wednesday after that? The Reverend Chris Denton; he’s from mm, oh shoot, come on, come on, DeGarde! DeGarde, Louisiana,” Mark said. “He’ll be visiting for two weeks. It will be the perfect time for us to become husband and wife, wouldn’t you agree?”
The next few weeks were spent making and formalizing wedding plans. Their wedding was slated for four thirty in the afternoon; Mark apologized to Stan, but he’d already booked an eleven thirty wedding between a Kendra Boudreaux and a Harvey Adams.
Caldwell’s Barbeque was hired to cater the reception and Mark hired a string quartet from Whittle College to perform. There was an open bar but Mark did say that the bartenders were notified to cut anyone off that started showing the effects of alcohol.
Stan gave his daughter one thousand dollars for a wedding dress. Lisa dragged Jill down to a consignment shop that specialized in clothing in Falwell City, Oklahoma.
“Oh. My. God! That, Lisa, it, it looks like it was made for you!” Jill enthused when they spotted an ivory gown.
“And, oh, this, Jill, you have to try this one on,” Lisa insisted, finding a pale pink A-line dress.
Another store sold them shoes to match and Stan was amused when Lisa handed him his seven hundred dollars change. He asked about hair and Lisa immediately grabbed two of the crisp one hundred dollar bills from the stack.
“Jolene’s on Periwinkle,” Lisa declared.
“Lisa, I, I can do my own hair,” Jill stammered. “”You got me that dress and…”
“Jill, Sweetheart, let, let us do this for you,” Stan said gently.
“Wait until you see my dress,” Jill said, smiling happily.
“Jill, Sweetheart, I, you do know I’m old enough to be your father, right?” Stan tried to be gentle.
“Ooh, so you want me calling you ‘Daddy?'” Jill suggested before leaving the trailer.
“Lisa Sweetie, you, please, please talk with your friend,” Stan begged, getting to his feet. “All right; it’s back to the salt minds for me.”
On the way to his job, Stan made a phone call he had sworn he’d never ever in a million years ever make. After four rings, a tired sounding Debbie MacManus answered the phone.
“Was wondering how long it’d take you to track me down,” Debbie said.
“Hmm? OH, I’ve known where you are for the last two years,” Stan said. “Your daughter’s getting married next Saturday. Show up, don’t show up, it makes no difference to me.”
Stan disconnected the call and checked in at the gate. He ignored his cell phone as he parked.
“Quick, everyone, look busy; the boss man’s here,” a man said and a few of the men laughed.
Stan smiled and waved off the good natured jibe. His numbers were good and his rapport with his men was good. The majority of his men knew him when he worked alongside with them.
The rehearsal on Friday night went smoothly. Mark took the Reverend Chris and Jill and Lisa to Benny’s Burger Bar in April Falls. Stan couldn’t make it; he had a shift to run.
“Okay, you get the red onion and that mushroom gravy,” Jill said as Stan prepared to leave the church. “Oh, and the Swiss cheese. I’ll get Mark to get you one; do you want the French fries?”
“Jill, Honey, you don’t have to…” Stan protested.
“Stan, you have to eat,” Mark said. “And we’ll be driving right past Ayshire on the way home so it’s not out of our way.”
“Add portabella mushroom,” Stan quietly agreed and smiled tightly at Jill’s elated smile.
As they sat to enjoy their meal, Jill looked ready to bolt. She had Stan’s burger and French fries ready to go so wolfed down her own burger and French fries and gave herself brain freeze by sucking her chocolate malt in record time.
“Dessert? Who wants dessert?” Mark teased Jill and she huffed in impatience.
When they identified themselves to the guard at Ayshire’s gate, the man stuck his head into the car and told Lisa congratulations. He also congratulated Mark, then waved them into the yard, pointing where Mark could park his car.
Stan sensed Jill’s arrival; the voices and shouts and laughter suddenly died down. Looking up from his computer monitor, Stan saw Jill talking to a handsome new hire. Stan felt a surge of jealousy as the young man flexed and posed in front of Jill. Stan was genuinely surprised at himself, at his jealous reaction. Jill turned in the direction the young man pointed in and spotted Stan. Jill’s smile of happiness made Stan smile.
“Hi Sweetheart! You said you was going get the sweet potato fries next time we went there, so I got you that; I hope you like them, I swear, I don’t think that Reverend Chris could have eaten any slower if he’d tried,” Jill babbled, handing Stan the Styrofoam container. “Bye; they’re waiting for me out in the car.”
“That the daughter getting married tomorrow?” the new hire asked, watching Jill’s compact buttocks skitter away.
“Best you don’t worry about it,” Stan barked.
In the morning, Stan lumbered into the trailer and found that Lisa and Jill had made him the hash brown casserole and the French toast casserole for breakfast. Then both girls kissed him before dashing off to Jolene’s Salon on Periwinkle for their hair appointments.
A hard knocking on the door roused Stan from a deep slumber. Stan groggily opened the door and saw a hard faced, bloated woman that vaguely resembled the sneering busty, thin-waisted woman that he had been married to.
“Hello Debbie, miserable to see you,” Stan said. “Coffee pot’s right where you left it and there’s left over hash brown casserole in the fridge. I’m going back to bed.”
If Debbie had expected her daughter to be happy about her presence, she was sorely disappointed. Lisa gave a grudging ‘thank you’ to her mother for coming to the wedding, then dashed off to her room to begin getting ready.
Jill Thompson studied Debbie for a long, taking in the sight of the caked on makeup, the large breasts and large ass wedged in the far too snug cheap dress. Jill and Debbie locked eyes for a long moment before Jill dashed to Lisa’s room to assist Lisa, and to get ready as well.
The wedding was a beautiful but simple ceremony. The Reverend Chris Denton did love the sound of his own voice, but finally could tell that the guests were quickly growing bored so wrapped his sermon up.
John Thompson and Debbie Schillings, no longer MacManus seemed to hit it off over a shared love of Albertson’s Gin. They drunkenly swayed to the music the quartet provided when they were not swaying to the effects of booze.
“I know, I know I don’t have big knockers like Miss Debbie,” Jill whispered to Stan as they whirled around in an imitation of the waltz.
“Hmm? Jill, I don’t…” Stan started to say.
“And I’m not pretty, and I’m not a blonde like her,” Jill said, eyes filling with tears as she confessed her shortcomings to Stan MacManus.
“Jill, you are…” Stan started to say.
“But I promise, I, I’ll love you, I’ll never, Stan I could never hurt you like she did,” Jill promised.
“I believe you,” Stan said, looking at Jill’s wet eyes.
“And you, you can do whatever you want to me,” Jill went on. “Whatever you want. It, it’s all yours, all for you, Stan.”
“How ’bout if I want to kiss you? Right here? Right here in front of everybody?” Stan asked and Jill plastered her lips against his in a passionate kiss.
*..*..*
Mark and Lisa decided to honeymoon in New York City; they both wanted to hear a symphony performance. They also managed to hear a free concert in New York’s Central Park.
Mark had limited sexual experience; only a few dalliances before entering Atwell’s School of Divinity. Those moments fumbling in the back seat of his mother’s Cadillac had done little to prepare him for Lisa Vincent.
Elizabeth Townes had given him a blow job but had not sucked Mark to completion. Lisa sucked him to completion, then showed him her mouth full of his sperm, then swallowed it.
Penny Sellers had lay like a deflated rag doll underneath him. Lisa pushed him onto his back and rode him like a bronco buster. Neither Elizabeth nor Penny had shrieked in orgasm, but Lisa certainly did.
None of his brief, hurried, frantic exploits had ever gotten on knees and shoulders, hiked their wedding dress up and over her well-formed haunches and plunged their greasy fingers into their rectum, getting their ass ready for the carnal, vulgar act of sodomy. Mark watched in fascination as Lisa plumbed her depths with two, then three fingers, getting her light brown ring shiny with lubricant.
“Tube’s right there; get your pole good and ready,” Lisa ordered, indicating the tube of gel that lay on the hotel mattress.
Lisa’s mouth had been wonderful; illicit and wonderful. Lisa’s pussy, she had laughed when he called it a ‘vagina,’ Lisa’s pussy had been pure bliss.
Lisa’s hot, tight, struggling rectum was incredible, simply incredible. Mark could feel her rectal muscles squeezing him, trying to expel him as he pushed himself into the tight, wiggling furnace. Mark knew he was now and would forever be an ass man.
“Augh, I, oh God, oh God yes, fuck my ass, Baby, fuck my ass,” Lisa grunted, gasped and groaned as Mark pushed himself into her bowels.
“Oh sweet Jesus; what have I got myself into?” Mark wondered to himself as he pounded his new bride’s squirming ass.
**..**..**
Debbie came to, her ass and pussy sore. She knew she was not in bed with Frank Schillings, her husband; that pencil dick had never made her pussy and ass sore.
The bed was filthy. The sheets smelled like they’d not been washed since Obama had been in the White House. At first Debbie thought she might be at home, in the trailer she and Frank shared. The smells were familiar and the scurrying of a cockroach across her arm certainly was familiar.
But the window had cheap vinyl blinds, not an old Myndee Blue Jays bedspread nailed over it. The carpet, what carpet Debbie could see was a dingy, soiled light blue, not a dingy, mottled brown.
“Want another drink?” a deep voice mumbled, hand sliding over Debbie’s naked breast.
“Gin,” Debbie rasped.
“Gin and what,” the voice asked, pausing long enough to give her flabby buttocks a playful slap.
“Ice,” Debbie said. “Where’s your bathroom?”
“First door right there,” John Thompson pointed.
The toilet was filthy, but Debbie was used to that. She scratched at her razor stubble on her pubic mound as she used the commode, then returned to the bedroom. A young, somewhat handsome, somewhat scruffy man lay in the bed, one glass to his lips, and one glass in his hand. Debbie grabbed the glass out of his hand and drained it in one long swallow.
“Ready for round two?” John asked and pressed his filthy cock to her lips.
“Mm hmm,” Debbie agreed, sucking his flaccid member into her greedy mouth.
Debbie wondered if this might be love as her new toy reached down and fondled her flabby breasts. She could taste herself on her new man’s meat as it slowly stiffened under her expert oral skills.
***..***..***
“I know I don’t have any titties,” Jill Thompson whispered as Stan undressed her.
“What you have is perfect,” Stan whispered. “Sweetheart, what you have is the way God made you.”
Jill’s small breasts bumps were very sensitive. Stan had her writhing, on the point of orgasm as he sucked, licked and gnawed her breasts and nipples.
“You like it?” Jill worried when Stan eased her skimpy panties down her coltish legs, revealing her hairless mound.
“Oh God yes, that, that is the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen, Stan declared, then made Jill squeal as he glued his mouth to her mound.
Stan managed to lick, finger and suck Jill to three screaming, thrashing orgasms before sitting up and stripping out of his starched white dress shirt. Jill got to her knees on his bed and helped him out of his dress shirt and suit’s trousers. Stan stood and pulled off his plain cotton boxers.
Jill and Lisa had seen countless cocks in Jill’s brother’s X-rated magazines. These magazines did a poor job of preparing Jill for the sight of Stan MacManus’s hard, throbbing member.
“I, oh my God, that, is that, that’s going to fit? In my twat?” Jill asked, staring at Stan’s fat meat.
“Your what?” Stan laughed.
“My box? My quim? My gash?” Jill laughed happily, calling her pussy by the numerous pornographic names she and Lisa had read.
“You have a dirty mouth, young lady,” Stan chuckled happily.
“Oh, Daddy, I do?” Jill cooed. “You going punish me? Huh? Daddy going spank his little girl?”
“Uh huh,” Stan agreed and made Jill squeal when he easily flipped her across his legs.
“Oh God, I love you, Stan, I love you,” Jill cried out when Stan delivered a stinging slap to her tight little backside.
After giving Jill ten swats, five to each small buttock, Stan decided Jill needed to wash her mouth out with semen. She was able to learn the basic mechanics of cock sucking; use tongue and suction and lips. Avoid teeth, Stroke what cannot fit into your mouth with your hands.
Jill found out that Stan’s fuck pole did fit, after a few moments of slow and steady shoves to stretch her twat, her beaver, her cunt.
And in the morning, Jill proved she’d learned a few things in the kitchen, mostly from watching and from helping Lisa. After a hearty breakfast, Jill asked Daddy if he’d like to fuck his little girl’s dirty hole. Stan had never had anal sex before; Debbie screamed and called Stan a discussing pervert for even thinking of such a nasty, filthy degrading thing. Stan loved every filthy, disgusting perverted moment of filling Jill’s tight little ass with his fat meat and blasting her little hole full of his juice.
Feeling Jill’s rectal muscles squeezing and pulsing around his cock, listening to Jill’s whimpers and grunts, Stan knew he was an anal addict. Lying on her belly underneath her man’s heavy weight, waves of searing pain radiating outward from her raw anus, feeling a trickle of blood escaping her bruised anus, Jill knew she was truly an ass slut.
****..****..****
When Mark and Lisa returned from their honeymoon, Mark was thrilled when his father in law asked him to perform a wedding ceremony between Stan and Jill. When Stan asked Jill to marry him, Jill fainted. Upon being revived, Jill tearfully, happily agreed.
John and Debbie decided that it was true love, even if Debbie was nineteen years John’s senior and Debbie weighed one hundred and fourteen pounds more than John. They went to Gratchley, Arkansas, where Debbie had been living for the past two years.
Frank Schillings was more upset about losing the trailer than he was about losing Debbie. John got a job at the Gratchley Brewery, loading pallets of beer onto delivery trucks.
William Johnson continued to show up at the adult bookstore in Falwell City, Oklahoma. He continued to sit in a darkened booth, continued to suck strangers’ cocks for their man-cream. His solitary life is a happy one for him. He gets all the cock he can handle and never has to admit to himself or to anyone else that he is homosexual, therefore he is a deviant, at least where the Bible may be concerned.
THE END
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**Author’s notes: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I thank you sincerely for reading my stories.
I especially thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. I likewise thank those that take the time to rate my work, those that ‘Favorite’ my words.
Ayshire, Stan’s place of employment, as well as Ms. Seraque, the owner are introduced in ‘Reason & Reward’ in the Lesbian Sex category.
Benny’s Burger Bar is mentioned in a few of my stories, most notably in the ‘XXL’ series in the Loving Wives category. Remember, there’s a thousand ways to fix your burger.
The school Mark Vincent attended, Atwell School of Divinity is introduced in the ‘Just A Nice Boy’ series in the Incest/Taboo category. The origins of the school itself is established in ‘School of Divinity’ in the Romance category.
And that’s it. Just a little tale of two little pieces of tail learning about love and life and fucking by reading a brother’s dirty magazines.
Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.