My Boyfriend's Daddy (Humiliation Cuckolding Erotica) (2 page)

Mr. Warren’s eyes keep darting between my masturbating hand, my young breast, and Dean’s eyes. Dean’s dad
is becoming more and more agitated, pushing and pulling at the monster in between his legs.

Mr. Warren assuredly realizes
he is never going to sleep, when the only thing he can think about is shoving his dick in his son’s girlfriend while zooming down the highway at 80 miles per hour. Getting brave, Mr. Warren unfastens his pants button and slowly unzips his jeans. Mr. Warren has obviously made up his mind about what to do.

As though not to startle a wild animal he slowly reaches in his jeans pulls his mammoth dick out of his jeans.
My brain is screaming, “shit, shit, shit, shit . . . .is this really happening.” I feel like I’m trapped in some insane fever dream.

Momentarily
Mr. Warren leans his head back and gently tugs himself to a very large full erection. At this point, my gaze is fixed and my brain short circuits with a combination of excitement and fear. Despite this, my hands still feverishly work my soft breast and wet pussy—I’ve even pulled my panties off to the side to reveal the slick mounds of my labia. With one hand steadying the base of his cock, and the other slowly ascending up and down its length, Mr. Warren turns around to take in the real live porno happening on the highway under the umbrella of night.

Unable to control the desire to feel such a mammoth cock in my tiny hands, I say Dean be damned
. Reaching forward I replace Mr. Warren’s hand at the bottom of his cock with mine. I lean in and take a closer look and every bit of the thick eight and a half inches is enticing.

My leaning forward must
have interrupted Dean’s driving stupor, as he slowly turn his head to take in what has just started beside him between his girlfriend and dad.

Who knows? M
aybe this will really keep him awake.

“What the fuck guys?” He says with
just a hint of rage.

“
It’s Mary’s fault son. Her tits are hands down the most perfect I have I ever seen,” Mr. Warren says while brazenly reaching towards my chest and grabbing my breasts. “And whenever I would start even thinking about sleep, this thing would start twitching,” Mr. Warren says looking down at his cock now being slowly pulled from the base to the head by my hand.

“
Dad, that’s not fucking cool,” Dean says while gradually kind of glazing over watching my hand stroke his dad’s mammoth cock. “Your dick is a fucking cannon . . . Jesus Christ . . . man, it’s bigger than Mary’s forearm,” Dean says glancing between the yellow line, Mr. Warren’s hard dick (now being measured against my arm), and me as I’m unknowingly licking my lips. “Mary, there is no way you could take that in any hole you have. Sorry about your luck Dad—you might as well put that back in your pants,” Dean says nervously, as though he has unwittingly just offered us a challenge.

I’m turned on enough right
now to take this bet.

“Oh yeah,” I say leaning in for a very close look
. I glance up at Dean, who is adjusting his growing cock. With my face this close, I realize his dick is a big as my entire head. I start small, holding his dick steady with my hand while I start licking from the base of his cock upwards. Then eager to jump right in, I put his swollen cock head into my mouth, feeling it’s about as far I can go, while rhythmically tugging upward with my hand. Occasionally, gagging each time, between my rhythmic sucking I’ll test the limits of my mouth by shoving his length down my throat as far I can. Trying to help, Dean’s dad has unbuckled his seat belt so he can better thrust into my face. Mr. Warren is now slightly moaning with his eyes shut only opening them off and on to check my progress and glimpse my round breast pushing against his thigh.

Feeling slightly bad for Dean, as the slurping sounds coming from his
dad’s cock going into his girlfriend’s mouth become more and more pronounced. I decide to take sucking breaks, in which I just pull at Mr. Warren’s length while making lascivious eye contact with Dean as if to say, “I’m doing this for you.” Even though, as I grind my wet pussy against the center console, I assuredly believe that I would follow Mr. Warren’s hardon anywhere in the world.

“Well fuck,” Dead says turning bright red with embarrassment, but u
nable to stay out of the action any longer. Dean unzips his pants while turning on the cruise control. Catching his action out of the corner of my eye, I use my free hand to assist him in pulling out his comparatively average stiff dick. I continue to slobber, gasp, and gag on Mr. Warren’s enormous rod while I begin stroking Dean’s erection.

“You dad is huge Dean,” I let slip out. Dean looks sad, but accepting of the fact that he could never measure up to his father.

Cruising along, all three of us are now oblivious to our public display. We drive on, somewhat erratically, at seventy miles per hour zooming by truckers and families getting early starts on their vacations.

After I feel my throat can take no more of
Mr. Warren’s mammoth pole, that is stretching my mouth’s confines to the very limits, I slip out of my skirt and leap into the passenger seat onto Mr. Warren’s lap. Now completely nude, eye level with passerby’s, I start grinding my pussy along the thick girth of Mr. Warren’s dick.  My expulsion of juices is immense and I quickly coat Dean’s dad hard cock in a slippery glaze.

For both
Mr. Warren and I, there is no going back regardless of the proximity of Dean. We both are starting to sexually vibrate. I can feel Mr. Warren’s pleasured momentum building as he pushes his thick dick against my slick entrance. As he does this, I feel waves of warmth cascade through my body up to my swelling breast, pouting lips, and flushed face.

I look at Dean, who is now jerking himself off
, glancing intermittently over at us, and give a look as if to say, “Please don’t hate me.” 

Steadying
Mr. Warren’s dick with my one hand, and myself with my palm against the window that is now cold with the night air, I raise up the nine inches to put my boyfriend’s dad’s swollen manhood inside of me. I let out a slight moan, between pain and pleasure, as I insert the head of Mr. Warren’s dick inside me. I do not get very far, even though he is covered in my spit and cum, before I have to rise up and try again. This time when pushing into Mr. Warren, I get half way down his length instantly more sexually fulfilled than ever. Groaning, Mr. Warren reaches out and pushes my soft tits upward before burying them in his mouth. Mr. Warren sucking on my taunt pink nipples sends a signal to my pussy to gush. After that, I slide down on the entirety of Mr. Warren’s length emitting a deep moan as my lips stretch to their limits. At the end of my descent, my clit grinds against Mr. Warren while his solid dick inside me feels as though it is going to erupt out of my mouth.

Mr. Warren
reaches around me, pulls the lever underneath the seat giving are increasingly faster paced thrusting some space. Now with Mr. Warren slightly reclined, I extend my arms back, placing my palms on the dashboard. Grinding up and down, my chest is aloft, bouncing up and down in time with the in and out motion of Mr. Warren’s dick. Completely lost in the thrill of fucking someone new, I moan loudly overtop of the gushing wind as we zoom down the highway. With a dick so big, each I time I push downward it feels like I’m being split open for the very first time. Enthralled by the feeling, I swivel my round little hips back and forth sending Mr. Warren’s penetrating member in little 360’s around my insides hitting every conceivable pleasure point. When Mr. Warren’s pounding from below starts to increase, my head now leaning backward feels dangerously close to going straight through the front window.  To keep this from happening, I lean in on him grasping around his neck resting the rise and fall of my tits on his chest and let him pound away.

I feel embarrassed for Dean, because he never fucks me like this. His method is all gentle and loving—never really giving me the chance to have my clit slammed and grinded. His dad’s vicious fucking is causing me to moan, sweat, and scream. 

Trying out a new position to hammer my pussy, Mr. Warren swings me upward positioning my ass up in the air and his back to the passenger window. The seat not being wide enough for both us, I’m forced to lean my face down close into Dean’s pumping fist. Lowering his hand to the bottom half of his cock, I slide my open mouth over Dean’s dick letting the thrusting of Mr. Warren’s pumping from behind propel Dean’s dick deep into my mouth.

Never have I ever even considered fucking two guys at once. I guess for a girl from
a small conservative community, these things don’t even cross your mind. However, I feel more sexually gratified than ever with Mr. Warren’s throbbing member relentlessly brutalizing me from behind while my moans are absorbed by Dean’s dick. Being impaled between dicks, I bring my hand down to my engorged clit and start rubbing in time.

The idea of being a cog in this fuck machine sends every dirty thought I’ve never had coursing through my brain; I want to go back to the festival and have every boy in the park fuck me . . . . I want to be covered in cum from top to bottom . . . I want
not only want to be fucked by Mr. Warren’s long pipe in front of Dean, but my whole graduating class . . . I want to be spanked, choked, and slapped while tied to a table and humiliated . . . I want everyone on this goddamned highway to see my delicate young pussy stretched to its limits.

My whole body is tingling with
an excitement it has never known. I’m choking and moaning on Dean’s dick. I feel so good. I’m whimpering and begging to be fucked harder. Apparently, my never before seen excitement has gotten to Dean, and he starts bucking wildly into my mouth as the car veers erratically from left to right.  I lift up my head and jerk his cock hard instructing him to “fucking cum” which comes out all staccato with the force of Mr. Warren’s momentum. While jerking Dean, and being furiously pumped from behind, a mammoth wave of an orgasm surges through me. I scream “I’m cumming” as my climaxing pussy contracts around Mr. Warren’s nine inch dick.

G
rabbing a hand full of my strawberry blonde hair, Dean forces my mouth over his erupting cock. A warm flood fills my mouth, squirt after squirt, before I pull upward and swallow hard.

After wiping my mouth with the back of my arm
, I reach back and rest my hand on Mr. Warren’s side to let him know not to stop.

Dean pants in the driver seat, looking ashamed that he came way before his father.
He seems even more distraught that I now focus my full attention on his dad.

Knowing
we both just came, but not even considering stopping, Mr. Warren flips me over on my back. Pulling my legs apart he places one of my feet on the front window and the other on the passenger window. Mr. Warren then shoves his phenomenally long dick back inside my gaping moist pussy. My head has nowhere to go but back in Dean’s lap. Still moaning in between rapid little breaths I’m left to stare up at Dean’s face, which has the familiar to me, post orgasm flush. Meanwhile, Mr. Warren picks back up his determined pace.

After several more minutes of robotic thrusting, Dean announces, “We have about two more hours and the suns coming up guys.
A lot of people are staring. That guy in the truck has been following us for a half hour. Maybe we need to wrap this shit up.”

“No fucking way, Dean. I
gotta finish tonight cause this might not ever happen again,” Mr. Warren plaintively pleads while not letting up for a second. I don’t say anything, but completely agree—a decision seconded by the post orgasmic waves of sheer pleasure undulating up from Mr. Warren’s thrust.

“Well
, I’m about to fall asleep, maybe one of you should drive,” Dean says nervously proposing another reason we should stop our relentless fucking.

“No
Dean, shut the fuck up, and just let us finish,” I say.

“Fuck it, whatever
, I can’t be jealous—I let this happen. Just grab me an Electrocute, do something interesting, and don’t get cum on me,” Dean says while starting to massage his flaccid dick again.

I
do love Dean so much—he’s so laid back—not mention his short recovery time.

While
Mr. Warren continues to fuck me wide, we decide to discuss the possibilities.

“Hell yeah
!” Mr. Warren says accepting the challenge. “You ever fucked Mary in the ass?”

“Tried a few times, but no cigar. I vote to see it.”

“No fucking way. Your dad is fucking huge, in case you haven’t noticed,” I say my voice coming out all staccato from Dean’s dad’s relentless jack hammering.

“Yeah. But, I’m driving and I’m
sooo tired.”

“May
be just the tip,” I reason.

“I’ll probably blow my load that far in anyway,”
Mr. Warren inform us. “I’ve been about to cum for an hour now . . . I just don’t want it to stop.”

“Fuck it, let’s go,” I say rubbing my clit while positioning my ass in between the two front seats.

Mr. Warren slides his dick deep in my wet pussy, then pulls it out rubbing my juices all over the tip and tellingly all the way to the base. Then Mr. Warren positions the tip of his dick at the entrance of my pink asshole. He then pushes in as my anus contracts over his width pulling it inside me.

“Shit
,” I exclaim as I realize how connected my two holes are. My pussy oozes dollops of fluid that splash next to Dean’s energy drink. Instantly, I reach down and shove my fingers in my crampt pussy feeling Mr. Warren’s dick pushing into my asshole.