I stood with my sweats and underwear around my knees while my ‘*fellow*’ hanged freely making me feel like that guy in that tv show about a slave during Roman times where the main character was training to be a warrior for sport.
The scene I’m talking about is the one where this new trainee slave was asked to remove his trousers and stands there smugly smiling as his elephant trunk hanged freely.
Well that was me….*sort of*.
If he was less attractive and had a more *average* penis instead of a extra large and long porn star cock.
And less chiseled. Instead more….I looked down at myself….lean I guess. Ok more averagely lean instead of cut lean.
*Sigh*
And less hair that was more cropped to his head.
**OK!!!** I’m average schmoe and he was a god which is probably why he got the part though he was a secondary character and not the main character in the show.
Still that’s how I felt standing there with my cock hanging out as I was being lusted after. Hell even I wished I had that guy’s elephant trunk.
Granted at least I’m fairing better than he did as the next episode his scary looking extra long and large horse cock was cut off at the root.
At least I think I’m fairing better than him if only momentary.
Though my odds at the moment were looking pretty bleak as I might join him of having my cock cut off due the person who was standing in front of me….naked.
The person….Maxine Burke….Lola’s daughter.
The same Lola who playfully threatened to shove item’s up my ass while she was giving me a massage when I tried to let her down gently as I avoided a relationship.
No telling what she would do if I fucked her daughter.
And ***GOD*** she looked so fucking good too.
That nice taut teenage body. Those big fat almost perky ripe melons that were easily bigger than her mother’s. Her slender frame. Her milky skin that she hadn’t done anything drastic by tanning religiously….or have as many tattoos or piercings like her mother. Her shaved pussy that looked so fucking tight…..though I’m not saying Lola’s wasn’t shaved….or wasn’t tight.
Everything about her demanded that I take her and see what that body can do. Demanded that I see how flexible it was. Demanded that I see how many positions I can bend her into. Demanded how hard I pound my dick into her tight young body.
It was the ultimate temptation to see how willing I was to lose my dick because there was no doubt in my mind that her mother would cut it off.
Wait a minute?
Did she say ‘*Mom’s right, that does look yummy*’?
Meaning her mom, Lola, told **her** about my hanging fellow.
Why would Lola tell her daughter about my fucking dick?
That doesn’t make **any** sense.
I know I haven’t told my daughter’s about any of my conquest’s and their pussy. It’s kind of bad manner’s.
I mean yes I told them about Lola but I didn’t tell them about her pussy.
Granted it’s hard to tell much about a pussy **when you’re wearing a ***fucking condom***.** As they all feel about the same when you’re wearing something that basically shields you from feeling the best part of a pussy…the inside.
Still burns my ass that I didn’t know about those stupid pussy balls.
No the only thing I could compare that feeling to was my fucking toy as the last time, before Lola, I really felt the inside of someone’s pussy was my ex wife.
But I’m going on a tangent.
Yet here she was saying that particular thing meaning **her mom** told **her daughter** about my fucking dick.
Why?
Why would she do that? There had to be a reason.
I looked at the naked Maxine ignoring the allure and demands her body was telling me to do as I spoke, “I’m sorry. What?”
She smiled as she continued to hungrily look at my dick, “Your dick.”
I nodded, “Uh huh.”
She looked up at me as her eyes displayed the obvious lust she had, “She is right it looks delicious.”
Now any *normal* person would grab their pants and pull it up to cover their shit especially with the obvious threat it might be lost by the mother when she cuts it off when you’re fucking her and shouldn’t be fucking her daughter.
But I’m obviously not a *normal* person as I didn’t do that.
Instead I spoke something that would be deemed idiotic, “I’m sorry. Come again.”
She looked down at my dick and spoke, “**Your dick…**”
I interrupted her, “Yeah yeah you already said that. Back up to your mother **telling** *you* about **my** *dick*?”
She blinked confused as to what I was getting at. She spoke obviously confused, “My mother told me about your dick. So what.”
I nodded, “But why would she do that?”
Maxine blinked like it was obvious, “Oh because we share.”
I blinked as the word ‘*share*’ had multiple meanings…and multiple contexts. Especially the way she worded it made it seem like it could be construed multiple different ways.
I spoke, “You mean like *share* information? Like she *shared* how our night went and why she didn’t call?”
She shook her head, “No….well yes she did tell me that but I mean share. Like we share partner’s.”
I looked at through squinted eyes, “So you two share partner’s?”
She nodded.
“Sexually?”
She nodded again as she added, “Sure. Sometime’s her client’s pay more when we both fuck them.”
And just like that thing’s clicked into place when Lola told me that ominous statement when she said ‘*Nothing that can’t wait as **you** get to know me….**and** my daughter*’.
Is that what she meant when she said that?
Here I thought that meant in the *typical* sense. Like once I got to know her and her daughter that it’ll be hard to not want to be around them more.
I didn’t know she meant that once I got to **know** me meaning all the fucking we might do that I’ll also get to **know** her daughter as I might be fucking her too.
At least that’s how Maxine was making it sound as she and Lola were fucking sharer’s.
But she did say clients. Meaning that *probably* Lola **only** shares her daughter with clients if the money is good enough.
I looked at her, “So she **only** *shares* **you** with her clients?”
She shook her head, “No we’ve shared boyfriend’s.” She smiled, “Well the ones we thought could handle it at least.”
Ok that’s good news….for me at least it was good news.
I kept going, “How long have you two been sharing?”
Maxine thought about the question before she shrugged, “I don’t know about a year or so.”
I started to go through my list of questions to confirm everything would be ok….well ok from having my dick cut off.
Me: Have you always shared?
Her: Not at first no. It just kind of evolved.
Me: How many have you ‘*shared*’?
Her: Including clients?
Me: Yes (as I refrained from banging My head against the wall)
Her: Only about seven…I think
She started to get impatient with all the questioning.
Her: We going to fuck or what?
Me: I don’t know if your mom will get mad
She shrugged as she sighed, “I doubt it.”
Me: Will she get mad?
Her: *Really* doubt it
Me: Why?
She smiled, “Trust me she won’t.”
I looked at her quizzically, “Ookkkk…”
She laughed and put her hands on her hips, “So are we going to fuck or what?”
I smiled, “Two more questions and two conditions.”
She looked at me and sighed, “Ok.”
I spoke, “Pussy Ball?”
She nodded, “Twice daily.”
Ok I’m curious why two but whatever.
I spoke, “O Plug?”
She nodded, “yep my ovaries are guarded.”
I smiled, “Ok first text your mom letting her know you’re staying the night.”
She sighed, “Ok and the other?”
I looked at her, “Text her that you spilled the beans on you two sharing and whatever you have to so I’m not in trouble.”
She nodded, “Right.”
As she dashed into the bathroom where she left her clothes and more than likely her phone.
She walked out her focus glued to her phone as her finger swiped quickly along the screen as she spoke, “Done and……..done.”
I nodded, “Let me see.”
She shrugged as she tossed me her phone and her phone was unlocked.
On the screen showed texts and at the top on the screen read ‘*Mom*’.
I carefully read the texts she sent to her mom, Lola.
*Maxine: Max told me he sent a message to you telling you I’ll be spending the night so this is me confirming I’ll be spending the night. FYI I see why You like him.*
*Maxine: I spilled the beans on our ‘sharing pact’ he seems cool with it Don’t be too harsh on him. He seems a keeper. Love you.*
I looked at her as she spoke, “Satisfied?”
I nodded, “Very,” as I tossed her phone onto the bed, which bounced and flew off.
I walked up to Maxine to see how many ‘*positions*’ I could bend her young tight body into.
My last thought as I leaned into Maxine to mimic a baby on her big ass perky tit was….
*Please don’t let me regret this*
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Very well written!