Putting It To Cheryl

By T. H. Barker

There they stood in front of the convenience store, Cheryl and her girlfriend Trish. In spite of the fact that from the way they were dressed, they were CLEARLY hooking, Cheryl had the gall to smirk at him, her expression conveying the fact that he was a loser -- and maybe sucker -- very clearly. That pissed Mark off. Since she ALSO very clearly needed money, he decided to use her situation to get even through her for a long history of slights by women. But Cheryl was a little odd that way -- she got a little thrill from having her face shoved in the dirt, figuratively, at least. Things escalated rapidly...

• Language: English
• Publisher: T. H. Barker
• Release date: Dec 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463465486

T. H. Barker

T. H. Barker has been publishing erotica on the web since 2003 under the pseudonym Thinking Horndog and has a following on several sites of readers delighted and entertained by the quality of his works. "I tend not to write pure stroke, but rather put my characters -- who are NOT perfect people or Barbie dolls -- in real situations and wrap a real story around the sex scenes. I'm known for my humor, which is a little twisted..."

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Putting It To Cheryl

T. H. Barker

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Copyright 2019 T. H. Barker

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Author's Foreword

This book contains adult content – and it crosses various boundaries even for that. If you are too young to be reading depictions of sexual activity or have limited tolerance for such content, including activities that are, well, not ‘vanilla,’ let us say, perhaps you should look elsewhere. On the other hand, if you consider yourself to be open-minded, well, let’s see... There is nothing here that hasn’t been done before, after all...

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This isn’t the first version of this story. I’d finished it and had it prepared for publishing before I realized that, First Amendment to the contrary, publishers can go overboard pretending that sex isn’t even DISCUSSED with minors – which is total fantasy, but caters to the narrow-minded at the expense of believability. As a result, a major rewrite was required, which delayed presentation by a considerable period while I waffled over whether it was worth it to preserve the main themes of the tale while hacking it to make the censors happy. Eventually, I decided that it was still worth the effort in spite of the compromises. Every character who engages in sexual activity in this tale is eighteen or older. If you think that you see something different, I assure you that it is your imagination.

Enjoy!

T. H. B.

Table of Contents

Foreword

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

About the Author

Other Titles by T.H. Barker

Chapter 1

Like a lot of things, it happened by chance -- I stopped at a gas station on the way home to pick up a lottery ticket. I wouldn't buy gas at this particular station, because his pricing was ALWAYS inflated -- the owner took advantage of his prime location by milking locals and tourists alike -- but he had a lottery machine, so periodically, if I hadn't picked up a ticket somewhere else, I would stop in and get mine there. I was coming home, so I was dressed business casual and had my little security pass hanging off my belt, and I guess I looked a little geeky. There were couple of women hanging out in front of the convenience store for no apparent reason and one of them gave me the eye. Something about her expression set me off. She wasn't quite smirking, I guess, but the way she eyed me was vaguely predatory and said to me that she thought I was a sucker. I went in the door fuming a bit -- and it got worse as I stood there in line and got my ticket.

You see, women and I had history -- or, more accurately, we DIDN'T have any history! I was almost thirty, and while I'd done pretty well otherwise, I hadn't had any luck attracting women. I'd managed an occasional -- VERY occasional -- date, but nothing had ever stuck. One woman told me once that I was 'too nice a guy,' whatever THAT was. I didn't get it -- didn't women WANT a nice guy? Apparently, the answer was no... It appeared that the old adage, 'Nice guys finish last' had some truth to it. I'd been dismissed by women more times than I could count, and this thirty or forty-something brown-haired woman, looking a little frayed and a little slutty in a thin, strapless sundress that showed a little too much cleavage and flip-flops, had the gall to act superior! I watched her while I stood there in line; her attention, naturally, had drifted elsewhere -- after all, I was a joke. I'd thought she was tanned initially -- and she probably was -- but she had that slightly wasted and 'smoked from the inside' look of the long-time smoker to her. Sure enough, she fished a cigarette out of her purse and lit up as I watched.

When I came out, she was still there, and still judging me and finding me wanting, apparently. I glared at her and grunted, What?

Nothing. She backed off reflexively, but then she reversed herself and approached obsequiously, saying, I was just thinking...

Yeah, I could smell the smoke, I retorted sarcastically. She blinked, and I could see her reevaluating me.

You, uh... she took another run at it -- much more tentatively.

I waved her toward my car. Step into my office. I let her go around to the far side of my car herself, not caring whether she got in or not. It put her off her stride, especially when I added, Toss the butt -- you don't smoke in my car. As she settled into the bucket seat and closed the door, I asked, So, how many kids DO you have?

She sucked in a breath. Three. How did you know?

A guess, based on observation, I replied gruffly. Twenty-dollar blowjobs and fifty-dollar fucks probably aren't paying the bills, huh?

The woman sucked in a breath and eyed me, then admitted it, No. I could tell by looking at her that she was wondering just how I was managing to see right through her. I couldn't tell her -- I didn't know, myself! I was just being nasty -- and managing to be right in the process -- but the intent was to put the cunt in her place...

So, how long has your old man been gone? I threw out.

Three months?

How long since you've heard from him?

Six weeks, I guess. He sent a little money...

Not enough, I imagine, I said snidely.

No.

So, you can stand on a street corner with your chubby girlfriend -- but what you REALLY need is a new old man, I declared. I can probably afford you, but I won't be nice about it. Too many women have treated me like a sucker -- you'll have to pay the bar tab.

She bit her lip. What do you want?

You'll be shameless. Oh, you can feel shame -- in fact, I'll enjoy watching you deal with it -- but you won't let it stop you. I get what I want, when, where and how I want it -- and then, when I'm happy, I'll sit down with my checkbook and pay one of your bills. You stop cooperating, and I stop writing checks and we're done, I proposed.

Her chunky girlfriend chose that moment to tap on my window. She was wearing a beach cover-up that barely covered either end and when I rolled down the window, she bent over to display a fine set of big, fat titties.

What's going on? she asked.

Your girlfriend and I are negotiating a wholesale deal --largely because I'm grumpy and feeling nasty and I don't like retail, I replied.

What kind of deal?

Come on, Honey, I said flatly, You're both whores -- what ELSE would we be talking about? They both flinched -- and I got a kick out of it. I'm offering her something steadier, but I'm looking for a decent rate and a clear definition of the service list. I eyed her. Care to compete?

Um... Chubby blinked at me stupidly -- she had no idea what I'd just said.

I told her that I'd pay her bills, one at a time, as long as she did anything I wanted and kept me happy. Naturally, I won't want her to get ahead, but if she works REAL HARD she might catch up, sometime in the next three months... I amplified.

That sounds like you're taking advantage of her, Chubby said, gauging me.

That depends on her bills and what I want, doesn't it? I replied. Besides, if she likes variety, she can always hang out with you... I leered at her jugs, adding a second meaning to 'hang out.'

What do you want? Chubby asked.

We're negotiating? I shot back. Let's not do it here. Who has the car? I flicked a glance between them.

I do, Chubby volunteered.

Follow us, I told her. If you get lost, we're going to her place. I waved a thumb at the woman in my passenger seat. Then I rolled up the window, cutting her off and making her back away before firing up my car. I was backing before Chubby got over her surprise and started moving.

Why my place? my passenger erupted.

Because I don't fuck in cars and you aren't going to my place to case it for a robbery, I snapped. Maybe later, after you've established yourself, but not now.

The kids...

The kids are going to see their momma on the floor in front of the couch, knelt up naked while I fuck her face and distract myself by watching TV, I rolled over her. Does it really matter whether it's tonight or tomorrow?

She eyed me, aghast. You wouldn't!

I pulled to the curb. Make up your mind, Honey. What part of 'I get what I want, when, where and how I want it' do you not understand? I waved at the door. It's your call... I saw her girlfriend pull her little Japanese shitbox to the curb behind us and added, What will your girlfriend do?

I had her thoroughly rattled -- you could see it. She reached in her purse...

Don't you DARE fish out a cigarette! I roared, In fact, I don't want to see you with one, and I don't want to smell one or taste one when I kiss you -- I don't kiss ash trays. And if I'm not kissing you, I'm probably not staying... I paused. What's your name, anyway?

Cheryl. The pack of cigarettes got hurriedly stuffed back in her purse.

I settled back in my seat. Make up your mind, Cheryl. What are we doing? If you're getting out, I'll wave Chubby up -- what's her name, anyway?

Trish.

I'll wave Trish up and tell her you struck out and it's her turn.

Cheryl rocked in the seat, visibly torn, then gathered herself, Let's go.

Are you sure? I pressed. If I want a piece in the seats at a Red Sox game, you're gonna bounce on my lap and try to enjoy it...

She looked at me and I knew she thought I was bluffing, so I made a note to make her wish she hadn't called, but...

Let's go, she decided, settling back in the seat. I put the car in gear and pulled back out into traffic. We didn't talk the rest of the way to her place beyond her giving directions.

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The place was a dump -- big surprise. I thought you had three kids? I asked. There weren't going to be any palatial apartments in THIS dump. You downsized before the old man left?

Yes, Cheryl nodded, standing head down, waiting while I stowed my radar detector and GPS. The car was too nice for the parking lot, but I was there and there was no turning back. Besides, I would probably be back outside in ten minutes, anyway -- I didn't really think she was going to bend the neck when push came to shove. This was more about Evil Me getting revenge on the female half of the human race than it was about sex. I got out and locked up.

How many bedrooms? I asked.

Two.

Do you share?

No. Rafe sleeps on the couch in the living room.

'Rafe?' I wondered, following her inside. Shrugging, I let it ride. Trish caught up on the sidewalk, opened her mouth, had second thoughts and shut it, following us meekly. I couldn't believe that we'd gotten this far... I'd kicked Cheryl in the pussy verbally a half a dozen times and we were headed to her house to fuck -- go figure...

The kids, surprised, scattered from the vicinity of the couch as we came in -- and I barked a laugh. Daddy was black, whoever and wherever he was -- they all had the genetic markers. They were also both in their late teens, so if Cheryl's old man had left her and it was recent, he'd made a run at being a father, at least. The laugh was rude and not something I would normally have done -- I don't think of myself as prejudiced -- but Cheryl was banging the stereotypes pretty hard and I was there to get a chunk of her self-respect more than pussy, so it didn't matter. She stood there with her head down, but the accusation that she was a slut for black cock had to be old news, so I didn't bother.

Okay, get naked, I directed, adding, Both of you, over my shoulder to Trish.

What's going on? the boy, who I assumed was named Rafe, asked. He looked to be eighteen or nineteen.

Momma's paying the bills, I replied. If you want to pretend that you didn't know she was going out to stand on a street corner and peddle her ass, you two should probably go elsewhere -- but it isn't gonna help if she beats Trish out, because if she does, I'll be around regularly, and I'm not going to hide what we're doing or let her do so, I told him brutally.

Momma! You're a hooker? the girl erupted.

Don't lean on her too hard, I intervened, for some odd reason. You have to eat. Apparently, Daddy's job hunting isn't going well. She's doing what she has to. Evil Me was waning in influence, apparently -- I was starting to show a conscience. I turned to Trish and asked, You got kids?

No.

Why are you still dressed? Popping their bubble is fun, kinda, but they're a complication. You could be making points if you had a brain in your head, I rasped.

Bloop! Trish's tits popped out of her cover-up as she shoved it down. She kept shoving and picked up her panties with her thumbs on the way down and ended up in just shoes, with her clothes puddled around her feet.

Momma... The girl attracted everyone's attention at that point by speaking, her eyes flicking from Trish to me to her mother. You've come this far -- we all know now. Aunt Trish probably doesn't need the money as bad as we do. She licked her lips. What's the deal?

I get whatever I want. Periodically, your mother waves the rent or a utility bill under my nose, and if I'm happy with how things are going, I write a check. I won't be your daddy, but I'll be covering most of the bases. I thought for a minute and added, Oh, and I get to be nasty and demanding about it.

The girl, whose name had yet to surface, turned to Cheryl. You're here -- you were gonna do it, obviously. It sounds like it is probably better than hooking with Aunt Trish... She waved her hand and said, So...?

Cheryl eyed her daughter sadly. It's hard, Baby -- and he seems to have a knack for making it harder. I don't know if I can, now...

Trish was running her fingers up and down my back. It's too late to try to salvage your self-respect, Honey – both of them know... I muttered, adding, I thought there were three?

Angela is down the hall playing with a friend. The girl flicked her eyes back and forth. So, you can be his mistress or you can hook on street corners, she murmured, adding with some asperity, Why aren't you getting undressed?

Oh, all right! Cheryl flared in defensive anger, and shucked out of her sundress and panties. She glared at me, but I was holding all the cards.

I can leave... I offered, shrugging. I thought we went through this in the car?

No, no... Cheryl placated, coming forward diffidently, flicking a glance at her children.

What about us? the older girl asked.

I'm not a child molester...

I'm not a child!

That's one opinion, I retorted. Your case is open, maybe, but I'm not here for you. You two just have to put up with me. This is going to turn into a porno pretty quickly at this rate -- you can head off or you can stay and cheer Momma on, but you won't be participating. I turned my attention to Cheryl. Get it out -- let's see that blowjob. Cheryl started opening my zipper, but she seemed reluctant to kneel.

Can you go into Momma's room?

No, we can't, I told her, waving her off with one hand while placing the other on the top of their mother's head in an unmistakable directive to get down and get personal with my cock, which Cheryl was now jacking. I'm exercising my right to be an asshole -- it's in the contract. You two don't count -- I can bend her over the dinner table and fuck her with her tits in the mashed potatoes during dinner, and your options are the same under those circumstances as they are now -- you can watch or you can leave. I scratched my head. I GUESS you could try to ignore it...

How come you're so mean? the girl asked.

If you knew how little sex I've been offered in this life, Honey, you wouldn't even ask, I replied. It's not as important to girls as it is to guys, starting probably at well before your big brother's age. You can ask him -- he's probably suffering, unless he has a little something going with some girl. I'm getting a little revenge on the female half of the human race -- I've been suffering longer than you've been alive -- and Momma, unfortunately, is the one catching it. She can stop at any time... I flicked my eyes to Cheryl's. Maybe she already has. Slowly, her eyes locked with mine, Cheryl knelt.

Kids... Cheryl croaked, then laved the underside of my cock with her tongue before adding, Please...

I think you need moral support, the girl replied.

We're gonna see it anyway, Rafe added.

I palmed the back of Cheryl's head and forced her mouth over my glans. Now that everything is organized, you were going to show me your best, high-priced blowjob. Make sure it lasts and I enjoy it, since you're not going for volume.

The girl came up and knelt to rub Cheryl's back. Go on, Momma. Did you think we didn't know? Do you think you and Aunt Trish are the only ones? They ought to put a red light out in front of the building, Momma! Heck, I bet Daddy knew what was going to happen when he left!

I couldn't argue with the results; Cheryl relaxed and started to gobble my cock instead of pretending to be tentative. You're a piece of work, Honey, I told the girl. What's your name, anyway?

Regina, the girl replied, looking up at me through big, green eyes. My friends call me Gina.

I don't know if you're going to consider me a friend, I pointed out.

Oh, I dunno, Gina replied, It looks like maybe you're gonna be a relative. She watched her mother, who was developing a serious stroke, for a moment before adding, Can I touch your balls?

Using your mother like toilet paper is fun, Honey, I replied, but maybe I ought to draw the line at contributing to your delinquency. I glanced to my right, where Rafe was slowly drifting close, watching his mother in some fascination. Disturbing, isn't it? I asked.

Uh huh. Rafe was rubbing himself through his sweatpants -- and probably not conscious of the fact.

How old are you, boy? I asked.

Nineteen and a half. Rafe's eyes never left the sight of his mother gobbling my cock.

I chuckled, remembering when 'and a half' was important to me. I started suffering from lackanookie at thirteen.

Yeah, Rafe grunted. Been about that long for me.

Watching your momma suck a dick can definitely put you in conflict, I murmured. On the one hand, your dick wants to play, but on the other, it IS your momma... Rafe nodded.

Trish was whining a bit and rubbing her titties against my back while holding my hips. I grabbed her wrist and tugged her around me. Blow Rafe. Make sure I can watch, so I can compare your technique to Cheryl's. Trish's glance questioned me. Do it! I insisted. Worst case, I can probably afford you part-time.

But...

Weren't you listening? He's been suffering for years already! I rasped. Get with the program! Nobody is going to tell the cops you're a pedophile! Only idiots do that -- and you're not an idiot, are you, Rafe?

Trish slipping to her knees in front of him broke Rafe's eyeball-lock on his mother and me. He gazed down at her as she began tugging at his sweatpants, then shifted wondering eyes to me, Nossir!

Besides, he's legal – just young, I added, then chuckled, thinking, 'Instant respect...' Go ahead and blow a nut in Aunt Trish's mouth -- she likes cum, don't you, Trish? I prodded her, grinning evilly. Just blow by the first nut and let her keep sucking until she gets two from you -- I know how it is with guys your age -- Hell, I might do that with your mother! My eyes bored into Trish's; she got the hint. Her lips rolled over Rafe's undoubtedly stone-hard cock. Rafe's eyes rolled up, his knees shook and he let out the most amazing grunt, grabbing Trish's head instinctively. Trish started swallowing.

Gina watched her brother try to get a grip on himself while dealing with post-orgasmic sensitivity. So, it feels real good, huh?

Yeah, it does, Honey, I replied. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to enjoy your momma's mouth... I returned my attention to Cheryl, whose face was as red as a beet from embarrassment for herself and her children. I'm gonna dump soon, I croaked. You swallow. I haven't had even this in months -- I'm clean. I'm gonna pump for a bit -- deal with it. I grabbed her head and started long-stroking her face, just barely missing her throat -- actually poking it some, but not passing the gates. Look up at me -- you know I own you, right?

Um hum. Cheryl had blue eyes. It took me maybe fifteen strokes, watching them water, before I let go, backing off to the point that my glans was in contact with her lips to flood her mouth. I had a LOT of jizz stored up; I watched her swallow... She was cradling my balls in one hand, feeling them jump -- or was she?

Wow! Gina breathed, and I realized that SHE owned the hand cradling my nuts.

Hey, didn't I...? I husked, trying to deal with the situation in mid-orgasm.

Rafe gets to play and I don't? Gina yelped. Why?

Too late now, I guess... I gasped. Shifting my attention to Cheryl, I muttered, I tried...

Cheryl backed off and swallowed. Not real hard, she croaked.

I pulled her back onto my cock. No, not real hard. I wanted you embarrassed and humiliated, so we were gonna go a certain distance -- but I didn't ask Gina to participate.

It was my decision! Gina insisted.

Which the law says you're barely old enough to make, I figure! I pointed out.

Screw the law! Gina snapped. The law wouldn't like THAT! She pointed at her brother, who was well into Round Two with Trish.

True, maybe, because they'd make assumptions regarding how long it's been going on, but Rafe is a better risk -- he's needy, and there is no way he would want to upset the gravy train. If I was to pop your cherry, you might decide later that it wasn't all that great and blah, blah, blah -- and I could end up in jail as a sex offender, even if you ARE legal – you ARE, aren't you?

Yes, by two months!

Good! Oh, and by the way, Trish would go down for that, not me... I turned to grin evilly at Trish. Keep sucking -- it's too late now!

Well... I won't, Gina declared.

I came here for your momma's holes, and I'm going to concentrate on them, I told Gina. If you're Hell bent on losing your virginity, we can discuss it another time -- all right?

Okay, Gina replied, sulky.

Cheryl backed off my cock and jacked it while she admonished, Gina...

Oh, Mom! I was gonna give it to Daddy! Wouldn't THAT have been something! Gina cut her off. Cheryl knelt there with her mouth open.

I had to laugh! You're fucked -- you know that? Move the coffee table... Rafe, help me move the couch out from the wall a bit. You can go back to feeding Aunt Trish dick in a minute.

Okay. Rafe was perfectly willing to follow instructions -- it was us against them at that point and I got him a blowjob, which made me his favorite person in the world, I think. We pulled the couch a couple of feet out into the room and I waved at Cheryl and Trish.

Kneel up side-by-side -- I'm going to test drive you both, I directed Cheryl and Trish. Trish, you can open your mouth for Rafe. Rafe, obviously you need to keep your dick out of Momma... I turned and glanced at Gina -- Or maybe not so obviously... I chuckled to myself, shaking my head while looking at Gina.

Rubbers? Cheryl asked.

No rubbers, I replied. It's a condition of the deal. Everybody ELSE gets rubbers, but I go bareback. I'm your old man, for all intents and purposes. I'm clean -- Hell, I haven't had pussy in months! You've been using rubbers, right?

Yes. Cheryl nodded.

If you and Trish plan to supplement your income by going out on the street on nights I'm not fucking you, you'd better continue to do so -- but I get raw pussy, understand?

Cheryl thought about it and nodded. Yes.

If your old man comes back and climbs into bed with you, he wears a rubber until his HIV test comes back -- or we're just done. I grinned nastily. That'll put you in a pretty pickle if he comes back broke, won't it? You'll have to choose between him and eating... Cheryl rubbed her face. I had no idea why I was enjoying screwing with her so much -- but I was... I compared my targets. Cheryl had her pubes trimmed down to a little 'V' pointed at her clit, while Trish was shaved bare. Cheryl was a good deal narrower than Trish and her pussy was less puffy. Cheryl still had that motherhood pooch to her belly that it seems like no woman can avoid showing when knelt up; it wasn't as big as Trish's, but once again, Trish probably had fifty pounds on her -- ten or fifteen of which was on her chest. I rubbed my cock along Cheryl's split and pushed forward into her opening, taking three or four strokes to get in to the root. So, is the old man one of those legendary horse-dicked motherfuckers? I asked conversationally while I enjoyed her inner lining rubbing against my prong.

No, Cheryl grunted. I think maybe you're bigger.

Aw, you're just saying that to butter me up! I retorted.

No, Cheryl puffed, Nate was... pretty normal... You... seem... bigger...

Rafe seems to do okay, I opined. Rafe looked to be about normal to me -- six inches or so. I'm a little bigger than that -- maybe seven and a half -- but Rafe WAS nineteen and might get a bit more growth.

Nate was... a little... thicker... but... no longer... Cheryl puffed, eyeing her son's equipment up-close. Trish was making that easy by going deep and then coming all the way off. Rafe's milk-chocolate fudgesicle looked hard enough to drive nails.

So, I'm in new territory? I asked.

Uh... huh...

You'll forgive me if I don't believe you, I puffed.

Okay. She didn't seem to have it in her to argue. Oh, shit! Ogod! Oh! OH! THERE! THERE! UUUUUHHHHNNNGGGHH!!!

I was going to give her shit about faking it, but her pussy was milking me -- either she was a hell of an actress, or she'd gotten off...

Oh, man!" Gina erupted. I looked to my left to see her stepping out of her panties. Then she got up on the couch on Cheryl's left, and looked and invitation to me over her shoulder.

I am NOT touching you inappropriately tonight! I declared, withdrawing from her mother's pussy and shifting to my right to engage Trish's puffy pink pussy. In the first place, this isn't how you take a cherry. And in the second place, you need to see some of the shit I'm gonna do to your mother and decide afterward whether you REALLY want an asshole like me in your pussy! I punched my way into Trish's baby tube, causing her to go OOMPH! around Rafe's cock. That's just how it is. I'm enjoying being an asshole -- it's kind of a new thing with me -- but I refuse to be a STUPID asshole! I pushed Trish's butt down in order to get a better stroke and ignored the pouting teen on my left. Trish was different than Cheryl -- more plush, inside and out. The inside of Cheryl's twat seemed, I dunno, grainier in texture -- and that generated different, but very pleasant sensations. They were very different -- but to say that one was better than the other would be more like flipping a coin than the result of a controlled comparison.

Oh, Man! What a dick! Trish popped off Rafe's cock to gurgle. Where have you been all my life? Can we just skip to the part where I wait on you hand and foot and you fuck me like this all the time?

He's MINE! Cheryl rasped, I saw him first!

You've GOT an old man! Trish retorted.

Oh, yeah? Where? Do YOU see him? I don't! Cheryl snarled, then covered her mouth. Uh, sorry, kids...

I think you have a right to be mad, Momma, Gina opined.

Well, you're BOTH idiots! I puffed. What part of 'I am not a nice man' do you not understand?

Hurt me! Beat me! OH! FUCK ME!!!! Trish started shaking and her pussy clamped down on me. I rode her through it until her insides stopped pulsing, then pulled out and swatted her on the ass. Get Rafe off!

Yes, Boss! Trish sucked Rafe back in, took his hand and put it on the back of her head. Rafe got the idea and started face-fucking her.

I took Cheryl by the hips and fed my cock back into her slot, hammering away -- after all, she'd gotten off... How is it for you? she puffed.

Good, I puffed. Acceptable. But then, so is Trish.

Oh. THAT didn't make Cheryl's day -- but then, I wasn't trying to, was I? I grinned a little to myself. This shit made no sense to me at all -- I hadn't been nice to either of them and had insulted both of them and treated them like sluts -- and they were fighting over which one would keep me! I figured I'd stepped into the Twilight Zone or something...

So, this is how you do it? Gina asked.

Do what, Honey? I puffed.

Fuck.

Yeah, this is one way. There are various positions, but if you want to make a baby, you stick this thing... I stopped and backed out of Cheryl, eliciting a whine, so I could wave my cock at her daughter, In there... I slid it back in and resumed pumping. Right now, we're just having fun -- because it IS fun -- and everybody IS on birth control, right? I popped Cheryl on the ass.

Eeek! Yes! Cheryl shrieked. I popped Trish on the ass and got, Umph huh gurk! That reminded me of something and I turned to Gina. That's ANOTHER thing!

I take pills! Gina replied. I have bad cramps when I'm on my period!

I rolled my eyes. Doesn't EVERY woman?

On my right, Trish started making gargling noises. I looked up to see Rafe making faces and shaking, his cock buried as deep down Trish's throat as he could get it -- plenty enough to gag her, apparently.

Hang out, I puffed. I'll... show you... something... My balls were rumbling; I backed off to the point that I was just poking my glans in and out of Cheryl's cunt and teased it until I couldn't stand it anymore -- then pulled out and squirted a load that dribbled all the way from the crack of Cheryl's ass to the base of her neck in long blasts, YEEAAAAAAHHHH!!!! FUCK!!!

When it was over, I slid back into Cheryl's cunt and let her warm, wet tunnel caress my over-stimulated erection while I panted, That stuff makes babies. See how that works? I pumped it out..."

Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Fuck me!! Just a few more -- please? Cheryl panted.

Yeah, okay. I started pumping again. After about a dozen strokes, Cheryl went, Guh! Guh! Guh! and her pussy started squeezing me again.

Gina was running a finger down her mother's back, collecting my spooge, and shoving it in her mouth, grinning from ear to ear!

Hey! Cheryl croaked. Give me some!

Chapter 2

Having just experienced what had to be the premiere sexual interlude of my life, I needed a little rest. You two bitches get off the couch! I rasped while I pulled my pants back on, I need to sit down for a while! Is there any beer in the house?

No. Cheryl shook her head.

I reached in my wallet and fished out a twenty. Put on some clothes and go get some, I directed. Trish can drive. The kids are safe with me -- only the pair of you aren't. Git! Don't wear any panties, either of you -- I want people in the liquor store to smell freshly fucked twat! I cocked my head. You aren't gone yet?

Trish popped her eyes and collected her beach cover-up. This, uh, doesn't reach too far...

Then I guess you'd better not bend over, huh? I retorted. Bye! Trish pursed her lips and nodded. I started drumming my fingers on the couch arm and Cheryl slid into her sundress and flip-flops and made for the door. If you smell like smoke when you get back, I warned her, I'll beat your ass and move in with Trish! Cheryl ducked her head and kept going.

You're gonna make her quit? Rafe asked. I nodded. Good!

It's not all that simple, but I'll try to keep her mind off it, I told him. I settled back and sighed. Look, you kids...

Don't waste your breath, Man, Rafe grunted. We know you're not as mean as you act.

Well, don't tell your mother!

She'll figure it out.

I'm gonna make it as hard as I can, I told him. I haven't said a kind word to her or to Trish -- and here I am and I've fucked them both. I don't have to tell you it doesn't make sense -- but it's working and I'm enjoying being a sonofabitch.

Rafe shrugged. Momma isn't bawling or anything... He pretended to examine his manicure. You walked kinda lightly around Daddy being black...

That's because you were here and it's not your fault, I replied. If we'd been alone, I'd have let her have both barrels and pretended I was Archie Bunker.

Who? Gina blinked.

That guy on TVLand who says racist stuff, Rafe filled her in.

Oh, him. He's funny -- or people think so, anyway. Clearly, she didn't get him -- but she was half-black.

Racial humor cuts both ways, Honey. And you're in the middle. Don't worry about it. If I say something nasty, it's just to ruffle Momma's feathers, not because I mean it.

Gina cocked her head. Why would you want to do that?

Originally, it was because Momma pissed me off, I replied. I can't explain it very well, except to say that she thought I was some kind of sucker -- somebody she could use to make a few bucks and send on his way. Then it became clear that I had a whole lot more on the ball than she did. I rubbed her nose in it, made HER come to ME, put her down and said a lot of nasty things -- and, somehow, earned her respect...

She needs you a lot worse than you need her, Rafe muttered.

Well, yeah, but she's got something I want, I replied. More than one thing, actually.

Three? Rafe eyed me, grinning thinly. Yeah, he was nineteen, all right.

Something like that, I agreed.

Keep Aunt Trish around, then, to keep it coming, Rafe advised.

Yeah, you'll like that! I chuckled. Rafe just grinned.

Gina went off and got the remote, then crawled onto the couch on my left and handed it to me. What do you like to watch on TV?

Science fiction and cop shows, I replied.

Sci fi? Gina wrinkled her nose.

Science fiction, not horror. Think Star Wars.

Oh, okay.

Gina pouted. How come everyone gets to play but me?

I sighed. Honey, when a guy my age has sex with a girl your age, everybody assumes that it's exploitation and probably started before you were legal. Think about it, really – what would YOU think if you saw one of your girlfriends with a guy my age?

Gina grimaced. Okay, I give up for now. Can I cuddle up?

Don't try to wrap my hand around anything I'm not supposed to be feeling, I admonished. Gina cuddled up on my right. Why don't you know any more than you do? I did, at your age.

Oh, I've heard it all, I guess. Seeing it in real life, though, up close...

I can see how that might change things. I eyed Rafe. Where does Aunt Trish live?

Up the hall.

Married? Boyfriend?

No, Rafe grinned. She used to talk about tying a bone around her neck so a dog would date her. Since she got laid off, though, and she and Momma started going out... He shrugged.

It's one thing to buy it or sell it and another to get it for free, I told him. Buying or selling is easy -- except for the fact that it's against the law. Anything easy seems to be. Giving it away or managing to talk a girl into giving it to you is hard, because there has to be trust involved. Lots of guys have stupid standards, too. What do YOU think of what Aunt Trish has to offer?

Rafe shrugged. What I got was pretty good.

Yours wasn't her first cock -- she's sucked a bunch of them, trying to get a guy to sample her pussy, and then hang around for seconds, I opined. Clearly, there's nothing wrong with her -- but she's a little fat and not super-cute, so a lot of guys will pass her off based on her looks, even though they aren't getting any super-cute stuff. That's the guy type of stupidity. The girl type of stupidity comes from the fact that they're into forever and always, and guys are into getting their dicks wet. There is a happy medium, but it takes a while for both sides to realize it. I'm not a big fan of marriage, because I've seen too many of them crash -- and the usual reason is because the guy likes pussy and the girl is looking for someone to pay the bills forever and always -- and forgets how SHE is paying for THAT service.

That's why Daddy left Momma, huh? Gina asked.

I doubt it, Honey, I replied. I don't know the specifics, but it probably started out because Daddy lost his job and couldn't find a new one here. So, he left, looking for someplace that he COULD find a job -- but there aren't any. Right about now, Daddy probably feels that he has let you down and doesn't deserve you, so he stays away because he is ashamed. And he probably knows what Momma is doing -- it's kind of the last resort when a woman gets broke enough and desperate enough -- but he can't sit at home and live off Momma doing that, because it means he failed you.

Oh. Gina buried her face in my shoulder and her shoulders shook. I felt my shirt getting wet. Rafe looked sad.

Maybe I shouldn't have explained, I muttered, grimacing.

I think you got it right, Rafe mused.

So, what are you gonna do? Gina asked.

Well, I'm gonna help Momma -- but she's going to give me what she's been giving to strangers in return, I told her. Technically, it's the same thing, but instead of a bunch of strangers, it'll be just me -- and maybe a couple of other guys. It won't quite look the same, because instead of her doing something for me like she did earlier and me immediately handing her money, we'll be doing it off and on, pretty regularly. I'll be around a lot and I'll pay a bill every so often. That muddies the water somewhat, because it's pretty close to what a LOT of women do -- women who are whores, but pretend they're not.

And Momma IS a whore, right?

Of course! Rafe snorted, 'Come on, you KNOW that!"

Frankly, I can't think of a better reason than to support your children, I said, trying to soften the blow. In some cultures, it's a perfectly legitimate thing -- but it isn't in ours.

Really?

"Yeah. In some pretty