*** ***Chris*** ***
Alana’s apartment isn’t in the… safest of place. I’m told that they used to live in a better neighborhood, but when her mother died and the family income was cut by 50%, her father tried his best to stay in their old home. Eventually they had to relocate here when she was 12 years old.
I mean, it’s not a horrible place to live at but… I felt off standing here. Alana hurriedly took us inside where her father is preparing lunch.
“Papa! I told you that I’m cooking lunch! How many times did I fuckin’ tell you!”
“*Mija*, I told YOU that I’m preparing lunch! This is MY fucking kitchen, don’t be a bitch and come here and tell me what to do!”
“*Grrr* Papa, you asshole! Fine, cook lunch then!” She snarled at her father, but then she gave him a huge hug and a kiss on the cheeks. “I missed you papa, how have you been?”
“Oh, I’ve been ok. Carlotta has been visiting a lot lately since you haven’t been home.”
He then turned to me. He’s a big, burly guy, about my height with thick, broad shoulder and huge, rough hands. He could easily pick me up and throw me out with one hand.
“Oh! *Mija*, you should’ve said that Little Belle is coming!”
He then wrapped Bella with his arm, lifting her up and shaking her around in a bear hug. “Oh, you’ve gotten a LOT bigger since the last time we talked! How are your parents? They are fine, I hope?”
Bella struggled under his hug, “I-I’ve been fine, uncle! Now let me go! The parents are fine too, they fucked off somewhere else!”
It’s kind of amusing seeing Bella being carried around like she weighs nothing. He then turned to me after dropping Bella to her legs. We’re about the same height, but he feels a lot taller than I am. He’s imposing, intimidating and he’s giving off this dangerous vibe.
“You come into my home and not even introduce yourself?” he said roughly. He has a thick, brown mustache and he’s clean shaven. He has intense, brown eyes and a scar going down his left eye. Another scar is on his throat, like someone tried to slit his throat once upon a time.
“Papa! Don’t talk to my boyfriend like that!”
“Boyfriend!? What happened to that Anthony guy? This guy, he doesn’t look any better than Anthony. Are you sure about him *mija?”*
She growled at him again, punching his thick chest and I’m hearing dull thuds coming from him. He’s just laughing at her, laughing at the futility of her punches. “Papa! He is better than Anthony, okay! Anyway, Chris this is my papa, Dante. Be nice to him Papa, or I won’t give you any grandkids!”
“Grandkids!? With this guy!? Oh ho, not on my watch! Chris, was it?” he gave me a look over, grabbing my arm and feeling around, “Hmm, a good arm, nice muscle and body, and you’re not half bad looking either. *Hmph*, I still refuse to accept you as her boyfriend. No, I do not approve!”
“Papa, you don’t get a say who I date! Aren’t you glad I’m dating a man instead of a woman?”
“*Mija*, I do not care who you date as long as you are happy. But this man, I do no approve! You! Show me why you are good enough for my daughter! Why should she pick you?”
I looked him straight in the eye. “She doesn’t have to pick me. She can do whatever she wants. She can dump me, right here right now, and I won’t even contest it.”
“Hoh, is that so? *Mija*, dump this fool right now! I don’t want you to have anything to do with him!”
“No! I am not going to dump him! You apologize to him right now!” Alana stomped the floor as she angrily jabs his chest with a finger.
He looked at me and I’m putting on a brave face, and then he laughed heartily and loudly, then slaps my back, “She really loves you! Oh, it is good to see her love someone! Oh, I am sorry *mija* but I wanted to test you.”
She’s still angry, still furious so she kneed him on the crotch and stomped his foot with hers. “You’re such a fucking child papa! God!” He keeled over, clutching his groin as he huffed and puffed away the pain. I couldn’t help but instinctively cover my own crotch myself. It’s a pain all men know, and when we see someone get their jewels kicked in we share the pain.
The burrito is good. It’s damn good. So good, in fact, I cant’ even compare it to Alana’s burrito! I looked at her and she shyly looked away. “Papa’s a better cook than I am,” she said in a low voice as she takes a bite of her burrito.
Dante finally joins us. His own burrito looks to be about twice the size of ours, and Alana is glaring at him. “What? I made the burrito, I can make it as big as I want it to be.”
“Papa, tell me the recipe. You’re going to die soon anyway, you might as well give it to me.”
“No, I will take it to the grave.”
She’s growling again, grabbing at a fork. I held her hand and she immediately calmed down. “Fine, then you will never see your grandchild for as long as you’re alive.”
Dante slammed the table with his fist. “Y-Y-You wont! You can’t!”
“I will! Try me, old man!”
Dante grunts and growls, seething and blistering. “Fine! I’ll teach you later.”
***
The apartment is fairly small, enough for Dante to live comfortably in at least. Dante is teaching Alana how to cook the meat and I’m hearing a lot of cursing and fighting and yelling. “They’ve been like that for as far as I know. She’s hard headed, and he’s hard headed so they just argue. They love each other, though, and I don’t think she’ll ever keep his grandkid away from him.”
“Oh I don’t doubt that,” I answered, “I kinda wish I have the same type of relationship with my father like I do with my mother.”
We talked about how our parents are quite similiar, yet at the same time different. Joseph and Christine, while they doted in Bella, never really treats her like an adult. They see her still as their child. While it’s true that a parent will always see their child as that, they must also treat them like an adult eventually. My father is passive in how he treats his kids. He always goes along with what we wanted, so he never really did discipline us as children. It’s a wonder how Albert and I became a somehow well adjusted adult, but Dean was a huge jerk growing up.
While Alana has her kinks, she’s very close to her father enough that she can act like this with him.
Alana came out from the kitchen and looked at us. “I am never going to make that burrito. It takes a long time to prepare and make!”
“Not even try?” I asked and she just jabbed me in the arm.
“What, is my burrito not good enough for you!? Huh!? Go ahead, move in here so you can have his burrito every day!”
“Whoa, chill out Alana,” Bella laughed and Alana just shot her a glare, “y-you’re acting a little bit like a bitch, to be honest.”
“Oh, is that what you think? Hmm? That I’m a bitch?”
Uncharacteristically, Alana went over to Bella and sized her up. Bella wanted to stand, but Alana pushed her over and pulled her hair back. She then planted a kiss on her lips, earnestly sucking on her lips and tongue. Then, they parted and Alana slapped her playfully.
Dante came into the living room, munching on another burrito he made. He took me aside, telling the girls to stay where they are and we went into the kitchen.
“Look, I like you, alright. You’re not a pussy like Anthony. So, I’m going to let you in on a little family secret.”
He hands me two jar with several grinded up herbs and spices inside it. The first one clearly reads Before, while the other says After. “Look, season the beef with the Before spices and then sprinkle a bit more with the After spices. That’ll make it taste the exact same way my cooking does.”
“I guess you’re not going to tell me what’s in them,” I pointed out and he just laughed softly. I think I have my answer.
“Come by when you’re out, I’ll make you another batch.”
*** ***Bella*** ***
That was an interesting visit. Uncle has always been a character, but he’s even more lively now than the last time I visited. Chris and I left Alana back there for a bit, saying that she’s going to pack her stuff up and give us a call when she’s ready.
Well when we got home, Chris couldn’t keep his hands off of me. “What the fuck, babe!?”
“I have to be honest, babe, I get really aroused when I’m scared, and Dante scared the crap out of me.”
“What the fuck, really? But, but weren’t you scared when I was treating you like shit?” I asked, to which he replied by grabbing ahold of my ass through my jeans.
“That’s different,” he growled as he sucked on my lips, “I have fantasies of a female robber tying me up and having her way with me, you know.”
Such delicious information! I’ll have to take note of this. I would think that with the amount of sex we’re having that he would be more… tamed, so to speak, but Chris’ appetite is damn near insatiable especially when he gets like this.
“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. I won’t force it on you,” he said as he groped my ass and sucked on my tits through my shirt and bra. I couldn’t deny him, because I wanted it too. Like him, I’m just as insatiable in my desire to be fucked and taken by him.
“N-No, I don’t want you to stop. It’s just… m-maybe we should wait for Alana to come ho-home.”
He stopped and held my hand as we walked further into the apartment. He took a seat and sighed, “yeah, you’re right. I need to reign it in a bit.”
“N-No, that’s not what I meant. I jus -”
“I mean, I’ll be going back to the office soon. I probably won’t be home much,” he continued as he rests his forearm over his eyes. “So I probably won’t be able to take care of your sexual needs as much.”
“Wait, do you think I’m just horny all the time and want sex all day or something? Come on, you know me well enough.” I laughed as I tussled his hair, “I think I can manage not getting cocked down for eight hours.”
“Alright. How’s the house hunting going?” He sat up straight and leaned in closer to me with his left arm over the backrest of the couch.
“We have some potential find around Victor and Raissa’s neighborhood,” I grinned lightly as I laid down against his chest, “we might be able to get a showing sometimes this week.”
“Good, good. Alright I’m going to go to the room now.”
That’s a little weird. Usually he stays out here with me. “Wait, why?” I inquired and he just looked at me while his lips curled into his mouth.
“I’m going to jerk off, probably watch some porn or something then I’ll take a nap.”
“Wait, what the fuck do you mean you’re going to jerk off!? I’m right here for fuck’s sake!”
“You didn’t want to have sex, so I’m going to go and jerk off.” He said matter-of-factly. It’s not as if I didn’t want to have sex, I didn’t want to have sex *right now*. I chased after him and pinched his tight ass and pushed him further into the room.
***
“You’re really wearing those jeans to their limit,” he commented as he rubbed my head while I have his cock inside my mouth. I’m just wearing regular jeans, nothing special, but he seems to like how my thighs filled it out nicely. I don’t have a supermodel’s body. I’m not slim or anything, and I don’t claim to be. My body is the result of being in sports growing up and years of hard work.
I’m squatting down while he stands by my side and I’m holding onto his cock with my mouth. Usually I’ll keep deepthroating him, but the previous times where I kept the head of his cock in my mouth gave me some great results, so that’s what I’m doing, although I would swallow him fully from time to time. He reaches down and clawed at my breast over my black tank top, kneading at whatever skin he could grab ahold of. He stood me up and pulls me over to the bed where I bent over by the waist. Slowly, he peels off my pants from my skin, revealing my soaked thong for him.
“You’re already wet,” he said while he buries his face into me, “and you smell so good too.”
“S-Shut up. Stop talking like a dirty old man, it’s kind of creepy!”
He gave a low chuckle as he pushed my soaked thong aside and licked my petals, which made me shiver. His hands roamed my cheeks, slapping them occasionally while his tongue and lips ravaged my pussy. He pulled at my lips with his lips, gentling nibbling on it as it bounced back and his lips sucked and teased my clit.
“Nnngh, baby… I don’t know where you learned how to eat pussy, but you’re really good at it.” I moaned as I clutch the bedsheets tightly. “You’re really good at it, oooh.”
“Can I have your cock please, daddy? Can I?”
I got on all fours, seeing as it will actually put my pussy on level with himself and I heard him spit, and then he dragged his cock up and down my wet pussy. And then that penetration, that feel good moment when he slowly invades me, separating my thirsty walls from one another. I know most girls can’t cum from penetration, but I was close in achieving that.
“S-shit! I’ll never get tired of this!” He said and I felt my heart skip a beat.
“Do you like my pussy, daddy?” I moaned at him while I turn my torso to regard him. “Do you like how it’s always tight for you?”
“Of course I love your pussy, it’s perfect!” He groaned as he gave my ass a slap.
“Which pussy do you like the best? Mine or Alana’s.”
He slowed down and I could see his face kind of drift to the right. “Come on, tell me. I won’t tell her.”
“Yeah, daddy, which pussy do you like best?”
We sort of separated in shock as we see Alana standing by the doorway with a sour look on her face.
“Tell her, daddy, tell her who’s pussy you like best.”
She slowly walked over to Chris and grabbed ahold of his throbbing member, jerking him a bit while keeping her entrancing eyes on me. “You two weren’t gonna wait for li’l ol’ me?”
*** Alana ***
They were really planning on having fun without me! I can’t have that, especially not after having to put up with papa and his antics. I love him, but papa could be such a headache, especially when it comes to relationship things.
While he’s happy that I’m moving out, he’s a bit confused on why Chris is so close to Isabella. I told him the kind of relationship we’re in, and at first he’s really, seriously against it, telling me that Chris must have seduced me or some bullshit.
I told him that I wanted this relationship, and that I was the one who wanted to have sex with Chris. There was no seduction, it was a mutual attraction born from the two of us getting to know one another!
But I’m a grown ass woman and I can do what I want. But, to papa’s credit, he told me to be careful and to call him if I need him.
Chris has got his hand around my waist while Izz is on her knees sucking the head. We’re kissing now, sensually and hungrily like he’s trying to suck and lick the taste of lunch out of my mouth.
He pushed me down to my knees, took his cock from Bella and offered it to me, which I gladly accepted. His slimy, saliva coated cock taste a bit salty and sour. Izz is standing in front of me, her crotch at perfect level with me, and she was busy making out with Chris.
So, obviously I did something any bisexual motherfucker would do.
I slipped my left arm under her and reached over to her butt and pulled her in closer. While my right hand jerked and massaged Chris’ thick cockhead, my lips meandered over to Izz where my tongue and lips played with her sweet lips. My tongue lapped up her juices and dug in deep, and I would switch over and started sucking Chris’ delicious meat rod.
I can tell Izz wants to do something similar, but girl you’re too tall for this! But, knowing how stubborn she can be she’ll find a way to muscle her way through.
The sourness of her juices mixes well with Chris’ lap rocket’s meatiness. I can’t get enough of either one of them, and so I wanted to see him penetrate her. My favorite pastime.
Chris turned her around and picked up her right leg. His cock immediately shot up in between her leg, drumming against her crotch excitedly. He’s kissing her neck, and she brings her hand down and massage his cockhead a bit. “You want it inside baby?” I heard her coo, and he simply nodded. She held his shaft and stroke it a bit, allowing me to suck him for a bit. I can see a wicked smile forming on her face, like she’s enjoying seeing me. Not the actual act of a blowjob, but with how Chris’ long dick poking in between her leg that it actually looks like it’s her own cock and I’m giving HER a blowjob.
“Suck it, make it sloppy bitch.”
Like a good bitch, I sucked the dick in front of me. I spat and slobbered all over it and I made it extra wet for her. When she was satisfied, she rubbed it against her clit, her lips rubbing against it as she grinds, and she lifts up slightly and he glides it in her. That look on her face, that look of pure animal satisfaction as his dick goes inside of her.
I can’t get enough of it!
He held her hip with his left hand while his right held her leg up. His hip thrusted forward and up while she slightly arches her back. Her clit looks good, like a fresh berry hiding in cream, so I gave her a taste.
“A-Alana, baby y-you’re lips! D-don’t suck so hard!”
That’s precisely what I’m going to do. I wrapped my lips around her precious button and sucked on her pink clit. She’s gasping and moaning so hard that we’re afraid that the neighbors are going to call the cops on us!
She held my face down against her mound, and I can feel Chris’ cock rubbing against my chin. She’s gasping and moaning, stuttering and sputtering little squeaks and whines.
Then, Chris did something I didn’t think he’d have the balls to do! He took his dick out, shining with her juices, and he grabbed it. Then he angled his butt out a bit and he started pushing it into her asshole!
“B-baby! Baby! I – I’m not! I – oohhhh ffuuuuuck!”
I can see it enter her slowly and I can actually hear a bit of a stretching coming from her. Her face is in pure ecstasy as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her tongue hung out from her mouth.
“F-fuuck! Fuck! You’re in my ass! You’re fucking my ass! You’re fucking my ass!”
Chris just drilled into her, kissing and licking her neck while keeping a steady tempo.
“Fuck! B-baby! Not too fast, not to – unnhhh – f-fast!”
Then, an evil thought entered my mind. I gave Chris a whisper, something evil and ruthless, and I went over to the stuff I brought over. I came back with my hands behind my back, hiding the instrument of her defeat.
“Bella, remember that time I fell asleep and I came all over your bed?”
She nodded. She couldn’t answer me verbally. “Do you remember what I asked Chris?”
Her eyes widened. “N-no! Alana, n-no! Please, please don’t!”
I slowly walked over to her, my legs crossing over each other. “Do you remember? Chris remembers.”
Then I hold it up to her face, with a great big smile on my face. “I always wanted to fuck you, Izz-baby!”
I held it before her, “My” Chris. The Chris I used before him. The 9.5 inch, 5 inch thick dildo that I bought so many months ago!
She shook her head, and I nodded ‘yes’ to her. Chris started to slow down.
I’m not an idiot. I cleaned the damn thing first! I’m not going to risk giving my girlfriend a UTI! But when I got back, she’s looking at me with such defeat that it instantly turned me on. I guess Chris got tired of holding her up because they’re both on the bed with her back facing him, with his cock still in her ass.
“N-no! Please, it’s going to be too much!”
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, and now I have a chance!”
I started working the dildo, sucking it and making it extra wet. The slurps and lewd noises I made turned me on too. I went over to her, still being railed down by Chris, and I slowly teased her exposed cunt. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying not to moan so much, and when I put that dildo into her she gasped loudly and her moans escaped her mouth.
Al the repressed pleasure that she’s been holding back came flooding out! She screamed and cried out on both pleasure and pain, and her arms started to wobble. She eventually fell over on Chris as he took it upon himself to start fucking her while his hands groped and kneaded her thick breast.
I slowly push the dildo in, while Chris has his own tempo. Izz’s eyes are glazed over and her arms are limp on her side. “F-F-Fuuuckkkkkk!” She howled like a damn she-wolf.
Eventually I got into Chris’ groove. When he pulls out of her ass, I push in, and when he goes into her that’s when I pull out. I’m enjoying looking at her changing, erotic face, and I can tell she’s in pure pleasure.
“Switch,” Chris groaned as I help him flip Izz over so that she’s on her belly while laying against his own. Chris helped his cock into her sore, throbbing pussy while I slurped up “Chris” free of her delicious pussy juice and I took it into her other hole.
“F-fuck! T-too much!” Izz voiced out, but me, Chris and “Chris” are having way too much fun!
Once again, Chris and “Chris” got into that same tempo. My tongue has been licking up her overflowing juice while Chris basically fucks her nice and fast. She’s too weak to do it herself! I’m enjoying this and her face is telling me she is too.
“Chrishhh cock isshhhh the best!” She moaned, cock drunk and fucked out of her head.
“Hey Isabella, guess what?”
“Hunh?”
I flipped the little black switch, and “Chris” started vibrating I forgot that it’s set at the max intensity too.
“Oh! Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!! A-Alana!!! Fuuck!!!”
Yes, bitch, scream my name!
I made sure to keep the strokes in conjunction with Chris. So when he goes in, “Chris” goes in as well!
And I guess that intense vibration, along with her pussy’s wall clamping down around him and squeezing him sent a shockwave throughout her body because, next thing I knew, Chris had started erupting inside precious Izz’s pussy. “Fuck! Fuck! God-fucking-damn it!!!” he screamed with each thrust. I watched his balls tense up, twitch and the his entire shaft throb to shoot his load in her. I watched as his delicious cum drips out of her throbbing pussy and I made sure to collect them and swallow as much as she’s giving me. I watched as her face grew red and drool escapes the side of her mouth.
It’s not even dinner time and I’ve made my two lovers cum. Good, such a delicious sight.
~ End of Part 28 ~
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