"I'm going to go check and see if Pa's just taking a leak."
"Beer!" Ma says to the bartender, who hands her one, "Thank you sweetie" and to me she says, "Well, I'm gonna to go shake my ass on whoever's brave. See you when ya get bored, hon."
I enter what I think is the mens' restroom (it's hard to tell) and walk past the urinals -- no one's there. The first stall door is empty, but I hear Kelly's "ooooooh" long before I reach the second. I recognize her voice even though I've never heard it quite like that for me. The door is closed but not completely, and it certainly isn't locked. I open the door to see who's inside; I'm certainly prepared to be very unhappy.
The door opens to reveal my dad, with his pants around his hairy calves, his balls hanging off the toilet seat and Kelly in his lap facing me, leading back against his tense, slouching body. His throbbing cock, glistening in some wet lubricant, thrust up into Kelly's ass, separating her beautiful cheeks. And holding a stick up to her wet pussy, like a protest sign of what I've never fucked.
Kelly leans forward and looks at me with an air of drunkenness and surprise, but moreso with lust. I'm confused. In a way it makes me more upset, angrier. In another way I too am aroused, lust-ful, and that wet pussy is taunting me like red to a bull. She looks at me with this lustful gaze and what she says, my Pa's dick buried in her ass, "Oh thank God, I need a cock in my pussy." I continue to stare back at her for a dumbfounded moment, my dad still thrusting weakly into her. "C'mon I need you inside me, fuck my pussy."
She leans back against my father and spreads her legs, sinking all the way onto my Pa's throbbing cock, displaying her sopping cunt before my eyes. |