My Dad's Asshole (4)
So yeah, it was all going great until Shannon got dragged into the whole thing.
We've been going out for almost three months now, and I've been loving it. Her pussy is delicious, she even lets me lick her asshole, and her tits look killer and she knows it. Never had a girl that really knows how to have fun like her. Hell, it was HER idea for me to fuck her in the boiler room at school. And in the science lab between classes. And in the girls' locker room DURING a class.
She likes my cock, is what I'm saying. And she always wants it rooting around in her; she doesn't mess around with just sucking it like every other basic chick I've been out with. I've always been pretty proud of the particular black-skinned behemoth I carry around above my nuts, and I'd much rather bury it someplace and have a good hump than just sit back and let someone boringly slobber on it. Can barely feel that shit anyway.
I dunno how I got so lucky to finally pick such a kinky little number to go after. Turns out it bit me in the ass though. Cuz after seeing her at lunch today, I'll never be able to pay attention to this history test. I even actually studied for once, goddamnit.
I guess I could have left that Post-It Note with her number on it out in my room. I can picture it next to my alarm clock, that MUST be it. But WHY? Why would he tell her about it? And how long had he been working up to this? He couldn't just text her out of the blue or something. Pft, like Dad even knew HOW to text, with his lame-ass flip phone.
Me and Shannon had been sitting at lunch, me wolfing down my extra chicken sandwich, her ridiculously long and fluffy snow-leopard tail tickling at the side of my thigh. I wouldn't say I'm in love or anything, but I sure like being seen with her. Thanks to the yearbook that was in the filing cabinet in the basement, I found out she was into baseball and on the women's team. Her pretty, smiling, unassuming face totally hides her sharpness and kinky attitude from everyone but me. But damn we look good together no matter what.
I wasn't a bit shocked when she grinned and said to me, "So I've got a surprise for you after school."
I just kept on munching on my sandwich. "Oh yeah? Is it your ass?"
"You've had that."
"Oh I know. Delicious. This sandwich is, I mean."
Her hands were strong from all that bat-swinging I guess, cuz her reproachful squeeze on my thigh was surprisingly painful. "No, dumbass." She leaned close to me and put her whiskers right next to my ear to whisper, "Your dad told me about your little arrangement."
THERE was the shock. I stopped chewing immediately, and felt weird and hot all over. "Ffffffwhat?!" I spluttered through a mouthful of suddenly dry-carpet-tasting chicken.
She was PURRING, I swear to god. Right into my quivering ear. "He said you gave him my number in case I needed to check on you. And we've talked a couple of times. So he told me about what you guys do."
I literally couldn't even think of anything to say. None of it made one bit of sense, but it felt incredibly sinister. It was as if I was playing chess with my dad, and he had made a seemingly bizarre and harmless move but with a huge grin on his face. And here I was casting my eyes warily around the board, unable to see what the advantage was that I'm sure he knew he had now.
My jaw locked completely up, and I just sat there staring dumbly at the cafeteria wall and the rest of everyone at our table basically ignoring us. It wasn't unusual at all for them to see Shannon whispering presumably filthy things into my ear, lunch table or not.
Her purr turned as sinister as my imaginary chess game when she said, "I think it's fucking hot."
So I scrape through the history test, probably bombing it because I can't remember one name or date, my mind filled solely with whirring theories and panicked questions. And football practice is no better. I've never had a day where I dreaded getting OUT of school so much.
But Shannon's still coming over after we're both out of practice, as planned. And now the way those plans had been laid was terrifying to me. Dad had surely known what day it was when he'd called Shannon, presumably last night.
Because today is Thursday.
I get home before Dad for once, which also makes me wildly suspicious. Is he avoiding the house because he knows I'll be here? I don't like this power shift at all. Does he seriously have me NERVOUS? It's bullshit that he's manipulating me back, and I'm still not even sure what he thinks his leverage is yet. At least Mom's already gone for her Good-Book Club meeting.
I stow my backpack (with the porn magazines still in it) under my bed, now too cowed to boldly hide it in plain sight anymore. I sit on my bed and just think. Oddly, my penis starts getting hard so I fish it out, lie back, and start idly cranking it while my mind races. It helps distract me a little bit until Shannon's car pulls in. And Dad's is right after her.
I rush to my second-floor window and see them talking jovially in the driveway after they park. I get a horrible feeling that I'm trapped and they're converging on me.
Dad's holding a box that's packing-taped shut and has labels on it.
I greet them at the door. "What the fuck is this about."
For the first time, I don't like the undertone of kinkiness in Shannon's grin. "Hey babe. Nice of you to already have yourself unbuttoned." She grabs the flap of my pants, and I growl. At least I'd remembered to put my dick away.
But soon she's fiddling with the waistband of my underwear too, lightly snapping it against my lower stomach. I almost want to push her away, but instead I glare at Dad, who's standing there smirking and holding that package. I didn't see him go to the mailbox when he pulled in. That meant he specifically went to the post office to pick it up.
He holds out the box to Shannon, who actually GIGGLES and takes it. Dad looks awful proud of himself when he says, "I got you guys a little something to play with."
Shannon's lifted up the front of my shirt a bit, and her finger runs around the rim of my bellybutton. "Like I told you, your dad let me in on what you guys do. And I loved it. So I wanted to get in on it myself. He said you won't mind at all, will you, Cody-boy?"
I usually like it when she calls me that. Now it sounds gross.
"Dad. What the fuck did you tell her."
He just grins that stupid superior grin. "You guys go have fun. I'll make us all some dinner."
Shannon's hand slips down into my boxers and curls around my still-stiff penis. Right in front of my fucking dad. She gives it a tug, in the direction of the stairway.
I guess the only way I'm going to find out what the hell is going on is to follow her up to my room.
We've been up here "studying" several times already, so she knows the way. She flounces into the room like she owns it, plopping down on my bed and slicing open the packing tape on the box with one of her keys. But then she sets that maddening box aside and gestures for me to take a seat beside her. I do, and then she pushes my chest and I lie down. She straddles me. Her tits look great in a tight red cami.
"So your dad and I have been talking...and he mentioned what you guys like to do. He thought I'd be pissed, but I love it. It makes me see a whole different side of you, Cody. One that I really, really like." She's rubbing all over my chest and pinching my sides while she coos. This sure doesn't feel hostile now. Maybe Dad just told her what I've been doing to him as a cry for help, and then got us some lube or something as a way to get me more into Shannon and leave him alone. That would almost explain everything. My penis, squashed under Shannon's ass, stiffens back up to its full glory. This might just work out fantastic after all.
She climbs off me and stands at the edge of the bed, tugging on my pants. I wriggle out of them, glad to let my cock and balls free. My shaft stands proud and parallel to my stomach. My dick is bigger than my dad's actually. Wonder if Shannon knows THAT.
I'm so busy being proud of my penis that I'm taken totally off guard when she grabs under my legs and pushes upward. "WHAT--" But my tensing is too late, and she's already scooched closer to the bed, her chest pressing on the edge...and her face right next to my bare ass.
"I wouldn't have guessed you were into this stuff. But I'm glad I know now. After all, I let you get at MY asshole, I guess it's only fair I wanna try yours." With my legs over her shoulders, her hands are free to spread my butt cheeks, and she shoves her snout right up against my taint with a deep sniff. I feel her shudder. "Ohhhhhhh my god Cody... I never knew... oh fuck I'm so turned on by this..." Her tongue runs over my taint, her nose pressing into the underside of my balls. And then she goes right for my asshole.
It's all within the matter of a few seconds, and as erect as I am, I don't even think to push her away. I'm also mentally frozen with fear. My ass?!?! I didn't prepare for this at all, I've NEVER prepared for getting anything done to me back there, there's no WAY it's gonna be perfectly clean and now my fricking GIRLFRIEND is going for it with her mouth... I vaguely think that maybe this is how Dad feels when I get up in his ass with no warning. It's frankly embarrassing; I feel like my whole body is blushing and I just wanna hide instead of trying to actually stop her. I wonder if buttholes can blush...?
But if there's any measure of unpleasantness down there, Shannon doesn't miss a beat. She locks her lips around my shitter like a pro and sucks on it, her tongue occasionally flicking over the area as well. This CAN'T be the first time she's done this, or she's at least extremely eager. I knew she was kinky...but even I'm alarmed that she's as THIS level.
After a minute or two with her mouth working my asshole and my brain not working at all, she separates from me with a faint smacking of her lips. She's breathing hard. And purring again.
"Oh my god, Cody... you taste just like your dad said you would. I'm so glad he told me..." She grabs the box nearby and opens the flaps on top, rummaging through some paper packaging stuff inside. The smile that spreads across her spit-shined lips when she grabs the object nestled in there makes me think of her in a leather outfit in one of the magazines I'm holding over my dad's head. But she isn't IN the titular chains. She's holding them.
"He told me he puts a lot of stuff in your asshole when you're mom's not around. And he said you like it and it brought you closer to him. I think that's awfully sweet. And he said this...would bring you and me closer too." Then out of the box she draws a big fat black dildo.
"WHAT?!" I scoot backwards on the bed, almost sitting on my tail in the process. That FUCKER!
"Shhhhh it's okay, he said you might freak out at first but it's okay, I like it. I wanna treat you like your daddy does. Let me have your asshole..."
"That's not it at all! That's not what... None of that is true! He made that up, he doesn't play with MY ass!"
"Cody. It's okay. I don't think any less of you, in fact I think it's very attractive that you're willing to get messed around with like that." She scoots across the bed toward me and pushes my legs apart while I'm trying to scramble off the edge. "Please, baby, let me in you, I want to so bad. And your dad got us this toy so nicely, you wouldn't want me to tell him you don't like it, do you? He said if you don't behave I can hold you down and let him spank you, and THEN put the toy in your hole. Do you want that instead?"
"What?! No! I don't--"
"Then let's open that butt up." She swallows the whole length of the dildo in one suck, wetting the sides of it with her tongue. Even then, she looks hella sexy. Maybe I should have her suck my cock after all... That is, if she wouldn't rather have my damn dad's at this point. Wait, fuck, don't think about that!!!
I actually moan, but from deep misery, as she lowers the glistening black silicone cock down between my legs and nudges it under my ballsack. I can feel the tip of it kissing up against my still-slick anal rim. If I take after my dad at all, then I bet my asshole is pretty wide-set rather than pinprick-tight. It terrifies me that if Shannon puts even a little bit of pressure on my slackened butthole, that dildo is gonna slip right up in me...
"That's it, lemme in you. I wanna do what your dad does. Let me have you. I love you, baby, let me make you feel good... Look how hard you are, oh my god, Cody..."
My brain is too stony from disbelief to make my mouth say "no" or let my body roll away. And even if I did, she'd be disappointed, maybe even pissed. We'd probably have a fight. And then no more pussy for me for a while.
Goddamn you, Dad. You really fucked me this time.
That pressure I'm in mortal fear of... it happens. The tip of the dildo slips up into my anus. The worst part is I make that same pathetic "wrooo!" sound my dad made from my toothbrush. But this is a lot fucking bigger. My asshole stings and smarts already, just from being pushed open. I clench it around the fake cock until the pain mostly goes away.
"Don't fight it, honey, I know it's big but your dad said he got a smaller size than some of the stuff he uses... just let it in you, it'll feel good soon, I promise. That's it... Ohhh god your ass is so hot..."
The second-worst part of the whole thing is that the entire half an hour she spends working that fat rubber shaft up my rectum, my cock stays stiff as a board. Her other hand holds my nuts aside so she can twist, rattle, and push the dildo around in my rear. And my big dumb penis just sways and wags above my stomach, making me almost seasick to look at it. She ignores my cock because she's so interested in my craphole. I ignore it because I fear if I even grab it once, I'll cum all over my own face.
That was all the second-worst part. The worst is when I see Shannon smile towards the doorway and push one of my legs down, as if so show off what she's doing. I look over there and see my dad out in the hallway, his arms crossed and a smile-snarl on his lips.
He watches for a few more minutes as my penis flops uselessly and my sore throbbing asshole gets violated by my girlfriend. I groan involuntarily from both the friction in my butthole and from the shame of it all. Then he uncrosses his arms and chuckles. "Dinner's ready whenever you're done with his asshole, Shannon. Done with it for now, anyway. I'm glad you liked your gift. You can keep it." He heads back down the stairs.
Fuck you, Dad. You asshole.