Faith Hope and Charity : 3: Charity Breaks Down by badbabysitter
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Charity dates her dream beau which is killing her , Hello again faithful readers.
When I last left you in my memoirs, I had just started dating my new boyfriend Chet. I was on the cheerleading team and having a great start to my school year. My best friends Faith O’Reilly and Hope Jenkins and I shared the same ridiculous sex drive, and my Momma Dee was a wonderful enabler of any of our perverted adventures. We were sucking and fucking our way through teen life; there was the donkey dick nerd Beeder, there was Momma’s boss Marcus and his two assistants Denny and Bill from the interracial strip/swinger joint the Zebra Club, not to mention the high school football team that wanted to started a new tradition of gangbanging us every month.
In short, it was perfect. Until I started dating Chet Baker.
On the surface he was an incredible catch. Captain of the football team. Tall, muscular, athletic, charming, polite, honest and loyal. He was the dream boy of the school and his dad was the richest man in town. He was perfect dream. Except he was a virgin and wanted to wait till he got married to lose his cherry to his bride.
I was willing to try this out and see how far I could get on teen love and masturbation alone, but within a few weeks it started getting rough already.
Every weekend I would be up all night as I heard Momma noisily fucking Marcus or Denny or Bill, or all 3 after the club let out. I didn’t go over to Faith’s because her dad was a mean drunk, and often Faith would come over and spend the night with me instead. Inevitably though Faith would crawl into bed with my Momma and end up helping her fuck the boys brains out. And often Hope would join in too.
They tried getting me to join in all the time, and as much as I wanted to, I just couldn’t bring myself to cheating on Chet. Instead of tormenting myself with watching, I would just masturbate furiously in my room all night listening to them get their nasty on. Faith, Hope and Momma didn’t hold it against me much, but I did get a lot of teasing from them. Plus they all wanted a crack at me again but I just wouldn’t compromise.
These late night and random fuck sessions that I couldn’t join in was making me cranky, and my makeout sessions with Chet would crank me up so much. I would sit on his lap and grind my pussy relentlessly into his erection in his pants. I would come so close to cumming on his erections when he would groan and leave me hanging. My only consolation was that I would make an absolute wet mess all over the front of his pants.
It was a Friday night at the beginning of December and I was already in a crabby mood. Tonight would be the third straight after-school gangbang in a row that I would be missing. Hope and Faith kissed me goodnight and wished me teasingly fun on my date night with Chet. I knew very well that they would be back at my home in the trailer park partying with Momma, as she was throwing a party with Marcus, Bill, Denny and a few regulars from the Zebra Club. I would be missing the hottest black cockiest since my gangbang at the Zebra Club at the end of the summer. Plus all I had to look forward to was a lovely dinner out with Chet, followed by a furtive dry hump at the lover’s lane on the outskirts of town.
As we sat at our booth at decent resteraunt, my mind kept wandering .As Chet went on about the game, I was wondering if the waiter’s cock would fit in my ass. When Chet went about how great it was that his Dad would be settling down to do business in town more than travelling, I was thinking about crawling under the next table and giving a slow wet blowjob to the henpecked dad with his kids screaming.
I was nibbling on a piece of lettuce fantasizing about the two guys in the far corner taking me into the alley and fucking me in both my holes, when Chet waved his hand in front of me
“ Earth to Charity, everything okay dear?”
I pulled a blonde tress out of my face and my cheeks flushed
“ Oh sorry Chet, I was just ..umm..thinking about next weeks game and practice”, I stammered out with a slightly embarrassed smile.
Chet could already read me pretty well, like I said before we were a perfect match. He knew I was holding something back, and he knew I was frustrated but he never came out and said anything about it. He just sheepishly held on to his pledge.
Dinner ended somewhat quietly, but my mind still wandered endlessly. I was getting truly desperate and I knew something had to change. I was going to address this at our obligatory make out later, possibly even before we got there.
We had to go pay up at the front counter and as we were doing so, I heard a vaguely familiar voice call out from the nearby booth.
“ Charity Jones? Is that you, young lady?”
I turned my head and saw a face I recognized quickly enough. It was Mrs Parsons, the preachers wife; if you don’t recall her she was the fourth lady in our spectacular gangbang at the Zebra Club at the end of summer. She was in her late 40’s, if not early 50’s and had the most perfect body I had ever seen. Big ripe tits that sadly were surgically enhanced. Her hair was very short and curly in a perm , dark with some greying at the temples. She was sitting in the booth with two black men; one I had fucked with Momma late in the summer and the other I found vaguely familiar; he was probably one of the guys from the gangbang
“ Hell, Mrs Parsons, lovely to see you again!”, I said walking up to the table
I wasn’t going to ask about Reverend Parson, as I knew very well he was aware his wife lovely wife was screwing black guys, but this was hardly an appropriate place to discuss that sort of thing. I found myself checking out her dates, and she noticed and smiled back
“ And you as well Charity, “, Mrs Parsons smiled back , “ is that handsome young man the Baker boy”
“ Yes ma’am , “ I said respectfully, “ Chet and I are now dating.”
“ Oh how wonderful, one can only hope he takes after his father”
“ I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him yet.”
“ You will definitely have the pleasure of meeting him if you keep dating him. “. Mrs Parsons said impishly seeming to know something I didn’t
This was the beginning on the interactive card age, and Chet seemed to be having some trouble with the front staff and the machine accepting his card. I knew how unreliable these things were then, but I found myself growing warm when I noticed that Mrs parsons arms were moving subtly on either side where her dates sat on either side. She noticed and nodded with her head to step closer.
I stepped right up to the table and craned my neck forward and saw that Mrs Parsons had her two dates cocks out and was stoking them off in each hand. They were beautiful thick chocolate masterpiece of cockmeat and I felt myself tremble at the sight of them. I bit my lips and could feel my nipples turn to diamonds.
“ You certainly…umm.. Have your hands full with your dates..umm.. So I should, “ isaid nervously gesturing to Chet