Slut Son Ch. 19 - Deposed Daughter

Disclaimer

All characters are 18 years of age or older, of sound mind, and able to consent. Any characters, or situations, depicting real-life people or events are purely coincidental. This story contains strong sexual themes, including: unrealistic anatomy, huge cock, exaggerated volumes of male ejaculate, masturbation, masturbation by cousin, cousin on cousin, implied mother and son, female dominance, nudity on camera, being filmed, blackmail, employer/boss with employee/subordinate, shower sex, muscular male on thin female, and unprotected sex without resulting in pregnancy or disease. This literary work is for entertainment purposes only and should not be used as justification for the pursuit of acting out any fantasies or fetishes reflected in this story. Please do not re-post this work without permission from the author. Most importantly, and I cannot stress this enough... please, enjoy yourself!

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♫ Previously on Slut Son ♫

Falling for Huana's con, Simon was ensnared by his cousin and forced into a recorded video for her adult content subscription page. Naively, Simon thought it was going to be another foray into incestual exploration, but when he was denied access to his sinfully attractive cousin, he quickly realized his captor had meant to abuse him for her monetary gains. The full gravity of his peril came crashing down when Huana had left Simon restrained in her condo, and sent a parade of women to her quarters for the purpose of satisfying themselves, and defiling his body. Emboldened with her victory over her cousin, and with a newfound taste for torment, Huana was quick to begin stalking her "innocent" Aunt Candice. What terrible plan does Huana have for her unsuspecting aunt? And will Candice be able to recover?

Chapter 19 - The Deposed Daughter

"That's really all there is to it?"

Simon Memphis, the only son of Candice Memphis, who was blessed with an impressive physical endowment but cursed with low confidence, sat in his car in the parking lot after his most recent laser hair removal treatment. Facing blackmail from his own cousin, Simon reached out to one of his best friends in hopes of finding a way to free himself, and his mother, from their pending enslavement. His college friend had directed him to one of his own contacts that could leverage the situation in Simon's favor, via a data breach. Upon hearing the instructions to gain access to his blackmailer's data, he reacted almost incredulously to his given instructions.

"Yup, that's really all there is to it." A trusted friend of George "Gee" Williams--Simon's best friend from college--repeated Simon's statement slower, and somewhat annoyed. As if he was put off by his client's disbelief.

Roy Brewer, an exceptional developer in Security Architecture, sat at his desk already busy with another project. He was a rather stressed and scruffy looking young man, around Simon's age, with dark brown hair, dark eyes, and a thin health-neglected frame. He faced his own unique challenges in his love-life, and as a means of escape, he worked nearly non-stop.

"Don't get me wrong, that's great. I was just expecting," Simon paused over the phone, "well I don't know what I was expecting."

"The hardest part is going to be getting her to text the number I gave you." Roy replied with a monotone voice.

"Yeah, I'm not sure exactly how to do that. Any ideas?"

"Sigh." Roy huffed. "Steal it maybe? Tell her you got a new phone and ask her to text you? I dunno man. You'll have to get creative."

"Right. Well, I'll think of something." Simon assured his new friend.

"Hmm," Roy replied in skepticism. "Well, in the meantime, good luck."

***

Huana Ball's condo--located on the fourteenth floor of a high-rise complex--was completely dark, except for the bright screen of her phone that she held in her left hand. From her view on the fainting couch, she could see the nightlife of the coast in full force. The promenade was illuminated by the lights of restaurants, bars, and establishments. Far to the right, the boardwalk hosted an array of arcade and carnival games, mom-and-pop shops, and several amusement rides that decorated the ocean waters with bright dancing lights.

Despite the beautiful view, Huana could hardly be bothered with the majesty that her lifestyle provided. Her attention was focused on another matter at hand.

The content displayed on her phone was not for her benefit, but for the naked sex-slave lying next to her who was busy vigorously fisting his glistening swollen meat.

Like her subservient co-star, Huana proudly displayed her erotic body in all its Colombian glory. She was lying on her side and was grinding her horny mound hard against stud in the throws of his own pleasure. Her large caramel, unnaturally perky, breasts spilled over his side and warmed the left side of his chest and ribcage.

Propped up on her right elbow, she held her phone steady and displayed a lewd recording for her sweaty masturbator. It displayed a recent session she had with her hung servant. The video was shot from the man's perspective, and filling most of the screen was his immeasurably large manhood which he gripped at the base and held it steady sticking straight up. On the other side of his thoroughly pussy-lubed cock, only Huana's flexing legs and hips could be seen as she slid her slippery wet pussy up and down the spongy cum-chute of his shaft.

Simon, who was lying comfortably on his back on the fainting couch, savored the feeling of his cousin's intoxicatingly erotic body pressed tightly against him. The heat from her body, combined with his own spiking lust and increasingly aggressive stroking, caused a healthy, glistening sheen of salty sweat to coat his body.

"Sssss," Simon could hear himself hiss through clenched teeth over the recording.

"You like that, don't you? My pussy feels sooooo good on your big cock." Huana's lusting voice could be heard over her phone.

"Ohmygod... ohmygod," Simon chanted. "Your pussy is too good. Fuck it's wet! So fucking hot! Nnnnnnng! It's melting my cock. I wish I could feel your pussy every fucking day!"

"You're addicted to it, aren't you?" Huana's sultry voice purred.

"????Yes! Yes! Fucking yes! I need your cunt! Anything for a taste!????" Simon moaned and begged.

"Mmmmm, that's what I like to hear, slave." Huana purred as her dripping pussy painted the cock in her cream.

In the dimly lit condo, Simon greased his schlong to the fond memory of his cousin's slippery sex sliding effortlessly up and down his cunt-craving-cock.

"Uuuunngh... uuunnnnngh!" Simon grunted into the darkness.

"You horny fuck!" Huana chastised her pumping cousin. "Jerking off to yourself? What the fuck is that? Like, self-cest?" She laughed.

"I was just... aah aah... remembering how good it felt." Simon moaned. "That pussy of yours... haah haah... so fucking good."

Slik. Slik. Slik.

Simon's right hand, sliding and twisting in an artful fashion all along his pre-cum-lubed pole, nearly defeated the blaring lewd audio from Huana's phone.

"You liked it that much? Huh?" Huana spoke into Simon's left ear in her deepest, most alluring, tone. "You've never had a cunt like mine even close to touching that hillbilly dick, have you?"

"Sssss! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Simon hissed.

"Mmmmm, it's okay to get hooked." Huana continued. "I'm not sorry for turning you into a pussy-addict. It was bound to happen. Mine's so perfectly soft. Mmmmmmmm... always wet..."

At that remark, Simon tensed his entire body and gripped his aching cock harder. As his strokes reached the bulbous head, he massaged the flaring glans with his thumb and index finger.

"Oooh! Really getting into it." Huana responded excitedly. "You wanna blow, don't you?"

"Guh! Guh! Guh!" Simon could only respond in animalistic grunts as he focused on his own pleasure.

"It's okay. I wanna see it. Do it! Fucking pump that cock!" Huana ordered.

Slok! Slok! Slok! Slok!

"Rrrrrrrrgh!" Simon's pace quickened and his natural syrupy substance pooled and spilled over his clenched white knuckles.

"Cum! Fucking cum you horse-dicked fucker!" Huana shouted.

"????ARRRGH! FUCK!????"

"HANDS OFF THAT COCK!" Huana shouted and shocked the orgasming stud. "CUM WITHOUT TOUCHING IT!"

"FUUUUUUCK!"

????SPUUUUUUUUUUURT!????

Without support, Simon's ogre-shaped cock bobbed freely in the air and shot a single, pinky-thick, pearly-white ribbon of cum straight. It arched slightly at its peak, and then came crashing back down onto Simon's stomach with a comically loud SPLAT! The heavy impact caused smaller ricocheted shots to splash Simon's chest, his face, and Huana's laughing expression as well.

SPUUURT! SPUUURT! SPUUURT!

"NNNNNNNGH!" Simon growled and howled as his cannon continued to fire. He fought hard against his natural instinct to grab his meat and draw out even more pleasurable anguish.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Healthy, gooey man-cum continued to rain down on the young couple. Some shots spattered Huana only, and clung to her teased black hair or coated her caramel tits. Most shots, however, defiled Simon and lathered him in fragrant spunk.

UUH! UUHH!

Simon bucked and thrusted upwards into nothing. He was unable to control himself and feared he would knock his mistress clear off the fainting couch.

SPUUUUUUuurrrt...

By the end of Simon's volcanic eruptions, creamy white lava simply bubbled out of his twitching head and oozed down his greasy shaft. It drenched his lower abdomen and went on to completely cover his balls. It was too much for the couch cushion to handle, so Simon was forced to sit in a puddle of his own cum.

"Haaah... haaah..." Simon was panting heavily until, "aaaaaah," he sighed and relaxed against the back cushion. His mistress' phone illuminated his exhausted body. Where cum had not coated him, sweat made him shine and glisten in the artificial light.

"Pathetic," Huana said to herself.

Huana took a while to bask in the coerced control of her cousin. Normally, she would have preferred to get off herself, but there was something about watching Simon cum that entertained her greatly. It could have been his one thousandth orgasm, it still him like it was his first.

Then, with sultry eyes, Huana looked up at the camera perched over Simon's left shoulder; which was recording yet another session of Simon's humiliating sexual degradation. "Such a fucking loser," she stated in a condescending, demeaning tone.

***

Another evening, Candice and her son snuck into their own house for fear of awaking her sisters. It was still pitch-black out, but only a couple of hours before dawn when they finally made it safely to Candice's bedroom.

"Fucking hell," Simon quietly groaned as he peeled off soaking wet shirt away from his reeking body and pulled it over his head. Still clinging to his pussy-power-washed figure, was a revealing pair of boxers and his running shoes; both articles soaked.

"Normally aaaah" Candice--with matted hair, smudged makeup, and still reeking of sweat and cum--spoke as she stretched and nearly tore the tight tank-top strangling her heavy breasts. Her once innocent and matronly figure was stained and caked in an immeasurable amount of cum. "I wouldn't have minded that experience." She then bent at her waist to roll her tiny panties down her legs. "Nnnnng, but that was work milking you over and over again. Sigh! I think I used every trick I knew. Even came up with some new ones on the fly." With a flick of her wrist, she tossed her filthy clothes into her master bathroom. "Oh sweety, I hope I didn't end up hurting you. You look a little sore."

"Nnnnnng," Simon groaned as he arched his back and rolled his shoulders. "I don't think there's any fluid left in my body." He said before tossing his own soiled garments onto the bathroom floor as well. "Although," he paused and approached his dainty mother, "if anyone was going to do that to me, I'm glad it was you." He then wrapped his strong arms around his mother's delicate figure and pulled their sticky, filth-ridden bodies tightly together. "Only you could make anything feel that good."

Simon returned his mother's beaming smile with a comforting one of his own.

"Who knows how many more sessions like that there could be?" Simon said after finally releasing his mother from his embrace.

"It'll be okay. We'll get through this. Together." Candice replied in her warm soothing tone.

Simon was deep in thought, and didn't even register Candice's response. "It won't be long before she's done editing and posts the video." He said as he paced in his mother's bedroom. "I'll have to figure this out. Quickly!"

Simon was pulled out of his frantic strategy session when he felt two soft hands grab his own.

"Please. Don't do anything reckless. For me Simon." Candice asked innocently.

Simon simply nodded and smiled at his caring mother.

"Let's just try to forget about your cousin right now." Candice then smirked at her fluid-deficit son and had begun to lead him to her bathroom. "Come, I'll wash you."

Simon quickly pulled his mother back to him and tightly intertwined his lips with hers, licking and sucking her clean.

"Will you... stay with me tonight?" Candice asked with bright eyes. "Just hold me while I sleep."

"Of course. I would never deny you." Simon answered.

Once the sullied couple was clean, they drifted off to sleep but were both plagued with very uncomfortable dreams.

***

Simon had called out for the second day in a row, but kept himself busy at home with various chores while his mother and her two sisters took the early afternoon to go shopping. He had just finished scrubbing his mattress yet again--with a solution mostly consisting of baking soda and peroxide--and smiled to himself that his lovers were always spraying down his bed. Normally, he wouldn't have bothered to treat it--as the scent of pussy drove him wild beyond reason--but each woman in his life preferred his belongings, especially his cock, to smell of them.

Simon then moved outside and had begun working on building a canopy on a section of his mother's hardscape in her backyard. The canopy, which included retractable walls, was to provide privacy for the hot tub that Brigit had paid to install for her youngest sister, and it was due any moment. Shortly after installing the posts, his phone alerted him of an incoming message. He was excited to check his phone, believing it was some sort of update or request from his mother, but the color practically drained from his face when he saw its contents.

Huana: Busy?

'Fuck!' Simon screamed in his head.

Barely a second later, his cousin sent him another text.

Huana: Don't care. U better be @ ur house by the time I get there.

Simon was in the midst of sending a response, explaining that he was in fact quite busy, when another text quickly came in.

Huana: Need to post a short. You'll do.

Simon again drafted a response, but his cousin had beat him to it.

Huana: Your tongue better be thirsty.

Simon stared at the messages on his phone, agitated and annoyed at his cousin. 'This fucking bitch!' The more he thought about his cousin's demand, the more he seethed with rage and his blood began to boil. He ran scenario after scenario of all the violent and aggressive ways he'd like to react to Huana once she showed up, but ultimately, it just wasn't in him to follow through. No matter how badly he wanted to, he could not cause physical harm to his own cousin.

Simon quickly returned inside and found himself pacing constantly around the first floor of his mother's house. Each minute felt like ten, and every ten felt like an hour. He couldn't decide if he was more anxious, or afraid of his cousin's intentions.

'I might actually be able to enjoy it, if she didn't film every goddamn thing!' Simon thought in his frustration.

Before long, Simon heard a knocking at his mother's front door in an annoyingly slow rhythm. As if doom itself was knocking at his door.

"Hey there pervert," Huana greeted her cousin. No pleasantries or salutations were ever exchanged with Huana, she was a far too popular online personality for that.

Had they actually had an amicable relationship, Simon would have propositioned his sexy cousin on the spot. Her makeup was flawless, and her deep black hair, albeit tossed, was beautifully glossy and nearly reflected every color in the bright sunlight. A custom-fitting black sports bra held her glorious breasts just beneath her collarbone and tantalized every on-looker with deep plunging cleavage. Small black shorts were pulled tightly into her crotch and the back was riding high over her fuckable ass cheeks.

'Wow! That's gotta be the worst thing about her. She is so fucking hot.' Simon actually felt his mouth begin to water. 'And she's, covered in sweat? Was she working out? I didn't think Huana worked out.'

"Just came from the gym, in case you were wondering." Huana guessed Simon's thoughts. "Lotta competition out there. I have to get myself in better shape." Simon just nodded as he continued to look his cousin up and down. He was actually about to try and compliment her, when he was cut off. "Some good news for you. Since you're such a pervert, I want you to clean my cunt real quick."

"Umm, okay." Simon finally replied and gestured towards the inside of the house. "Come on in then," with a roll of his eyes.

"Oh no, we're doing it right here." Huana informed her naïve cousin.

"But, the door is wide open." Simon replied with a very confused expression.

"Oh yeah," Huana answered with an evil grin. "If anyone looks out, I want them to see that Simon Memphis, the neighborhood's perfect doting son, is just a dirty little cunt eater."

"Huana, please. It's bad enough you're recording this." Simon pleaded.

"I'll shout to the entire neighborhood that you've been fucking your mother, right now! Unless you get on your knees and start sucking!" Huana was in no mood for games. Especially from someone she felt was insignificant and vile.

"I... I..." Simon stammered. "I don't want my face in the video."

"You're such a pussy. I'll blur your fucking face before it goes up." Huana angrily explained.

Simon reluctantly compiled and knelt before his mistress. He hooked his fingers into her tight booty shorts and had begun to roll the waistband down.

"Just a heads up, I'm super sweaty. But I know that's how you like it, you sick fuck." Huana taunted.

While Simon was busy peeling off the sweat-soaked garment, Huana had whipped out her phone and began recording her intro.

"Hello to all my loyal creamers. I've got a special treat for you today. I'm fresh from the gym and there's nothing my slave likes better than licking sweaty pussy clean. And if you like this, wait until you see what else I get him to do."

When she felt Simon begin to tenderly kiss her smooth puffy labia, she flipped the camera and caught her cousin's lewd public display. However, after only a few seconds, Huana then lowered her phone in front of Simon's face.

"Ulgh, I'm tired. Here, you do it." Huana ordered. When Simon removed his right hand from her smooth thigh to take her phone, she barked again. "And keep yourself in frame for fuck's sake."

'I can't believe this. First I have to suck on her salty pussy, now I have to record it too.' Simon thought in annoyance. 'With... her phone. I have her phone. Unlocked. This might be the only chance I get. Have to be careful though. If she suspects I'm messing around, it's over.'

Struggling to keep Huana's serviced slit in frame, Simon parted her puffy lips and had begun circling her hardening clit with the tip of his tongue. Luck smiled upon Simon, as the oral sensation caused Huana to close her eyes and roll her head back.

'Now!'

With the camera still recording, Simon hit the bottom-center menu button and swiped through the home screens until he found 'Messages'. He opened the messaging app, and as quickly as he could, drafted a new message to the number Roy Brewer had given him.

'Send!'

It was only a few seconds later that a reply came in, but it felt excruciatingly long to Simon as he knelt before his owner and sweated through the entire ordeal.

Simon clicked the link provided in the reply, which caused some strange icon to appear in the middle of the screen. Then, just as quickly, it vanished. Nothing else appeared to have happened on Huana's phone, so Simon resolved to destroy the evidence by deleting the entire text chain.

With the deed done, Simon set all of his focus on the succulent peach before him and locked his mouth tightly around his cousin's engorged clit. As he sucked on the sensitive button, and dug his tongue hard into the vibrating tissue all around its root.

"Ooooooh fuck!" Huana cooed. "You know how to eat a cunt. I'll give you that."

Sulk. Sulk. Sulk. Sulk.

"Sssssss! Oh shit you fucker. Don't stop!" Huana shrieked.

Simon had begun drawing random shapes all along his cousin's sex. His careful oral servicing had its desired effect, as Simon was treated to a steady stream of pussy syrup flowing into his mouth and spilling over down his chin.

"Haah! Haah! Don't stop! Haah! Haah! Don't fucking stop!" Huana moaned as she braced her hands against the door frame. After gaining support, she quickly began to rock her hips and grind harder against her subservient boy-toy.

SUK! SUK! SUK!

Sensing his mistress' desire, Simon sucked harder and willfully drank her illicit nectar.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Right there!" Huana gasped and moaned. Her body had taken over and thrust itself against the oral pleasure-hound.

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmhmmm!" Simon hummed into the gushing sex-pot to further send her into the heights of pleasurable anguish.

"????YEEEEAAH! OH GOD! I'MGONNACUMI'MGONNACUMI'MGONNACUM! OHFUCKI'MCUMINNNNNNNG!????"

????PIIIIIIIIISSSSH!????

A small, yet satisfying, gush of pussy squirt struck Simon's chin. He had pulled back to catch the salacious liquid in his mouth, but his orgasming cousin succeeded in only drenching his chest.

Face red, and chest flushed, Huana quickly grabbed her phone and Beep! Ended the recording.

"That'll do pervert." Huana managed while out of breath. "I'm sure you're shit at making videos, but after a quick edit, this should do as a teaser." She said with an evil wink.

After rolling her shorts back up, Huana turned on her heels and walked back to her SUV. "Keep your phone handy," she yelled. "I'm gonna need you again soon!"

Simon remained in the open doorway of his mother's entryway and watched as his blackmailer drove away while cackling and blowing him kisses. He grit his teeth as he felt shame for not standing up to her. For not fighting harder for his mother. In his shame, he regretted that he had to reach out to someone else, a complete stranger, to fight his battle for him; but despite his humiliation, he desperately hoped that Roy's program was doing its nefarious job.

***

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Brigit Hightower called out to her nephew.

Brigit's gifted hot tub had been successfully installed in her baby sister's backyard oasis, and the fresh, filtered water was being circulated through the pumps. With the manual in one hand, and a testing vial in the other, Simon Memphis was slowly adding chemicals to adjust the pH levels.

"Nope," replied Simon as he referenced a chart from the tub's manual. "That's why I have to test it before we get in."

Candice Memphis smiled to herself at the colorful interchange between her only son and her eldest sister. 'Always willing to jump in before you're ready,' Candice thought as she shook her head at her impatient sister. But you've always been the "measure twice, cut once" type. Just like your father.' She smiled brightly at her focused son as he broke a chlorine tablet in half and added it to the dispenser.

Suddenly, the rear glass sliding door was flung open with such force that it made a loud BANG! against the side and nearly closed again had Amarosa not caught it.

"I NEED HELP! QUICK!" Amarosa screamed out into the backyard.

From behind Amarosa, alarming noises could be heard such as glass breaking and furniture being slammed against other pieces and against the walls. Worse yet, was a familiar voice screeching and howling from inside the house.

"WHERE IS HE? WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?"

CRASH! BANG!

"MOTHERFUCKING SONUVABITCH! I'LL FUCKING KILL THAT ASSHOLE!"

Simon dropped everything and raced into the house, quickly followed by a rampaging Brigit, and finally by Candice.

A furious Huana, colored head-to-toe in a seething red rage, was grabbing whatever she could and throwing it against the walls. Candice's den, kitchen, and breakfast nook looked like a battleground. Smashed vases, plates, and bowls littered the floor. Pictures were angrily torn from the walls and chucked across the room. Chairs and stools were upended and some even sported a splintered leg.

"There you are! You motherfucker!" Huana roared at Simon as he crossed the threshold. With a small potted-plant in her hand, she whipped it at Simon's head; which he blocked with his right arm to keep it from hitting either his mother or his Aunt Brigit.

"HUANA!" Amarosa yelled at her daughter in her most disciplining tone. "STOP! You need to leave! Now!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Huana scowled at her own mother.

"Huana..." Simon began but was shouted over.

"WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS ALL MY SHIT?" Huana bellowed as loudly as she possibly could. "Motherfucker! You better get it back or I swear to god!"

"What the fuck is going on?" Brigit finally asked, looking genuinely shocked and appalled.

"Get it back! All of it!" Huana screamed again.

"Simon, are you okay?" Candice stood behind her son and lightly touched his right arm.

"You put him up to it! Didn't you? Tell him! Tell him to give it all back! RIGHT NOW!"

"What is she talking about?" Candice asked her son weakly.

Through narrow eyes, and a furrowed brow, Simon stood silent and motionless and just stared at his rampaging cousin.

"I'm talking about all my shit!" Huana explained. "All my videos, my pictures, my posts! Everything's fucking gone!"

"Simon," Candice said softly, "did you..."

"You're goddamn right he did!" Huana sharply interrupted her petite aunt. "And he better get it all back or I swear to god I'll blow up your spot right here!"

With everyone's focus on Simon, Brigit moved subtly and quietly, and then stood right in front of Huana. She towered over the mixed Colombian beauty and stared down at her with sharp menacing eyes. "You've done enough. You need to leave." Brigit's voice was cold and intimidating. And for a second, the kitchen appeared to darken and get colder. It was the first thing to make Huana cower back, even if only slightly.

"I see what this is." Huana spoke more calmly. "You're all in this together." Her eyes then darted to all the women in the room. "First, that fat fucking cow sent me pics of her own nephew's cock," she directed at Amarosa. "Then, I recorded little Can fucking her son. So it only makes sense you're fucking him too."

The glaring match between aunt and niece intensified.

"You're all just a bunch of sick fucks!" Huana continued to arrogantly taunt her giant aunt. "Just a happy little house of incest?"

"I thought they were acting weird," Brigit deduced. "Let me guess, you blackmailed them. Made some more hot content? Otherwise you'd expose them."

Simon stood fast like a mooring pole among crashing waves.

"It's true," Candice confessed.

"I told you! How many times? She's evil." Amarosa replied.

"I wasn't really going to expose you! You dumb fuck! You really think no one would have figured out that he's my cousin? I would have been screwed too!"

"Or richer." Brigit thought out loud with a raised eyebrow, as if a simple yet ingenious idea had struck her.

"Then, why even bother?" Amarosa asked.

"Because I need this!" Huana admitted in frustration and shame. "Houses, rentals, cars, trips. It's non-stop to maintain my public-facing lifestyle. I need them to grow my channel, because any minute it can go away just as fast." She had walked around the Amazonian Brigit and stepped closer to Simon and Candice. "And I need my shit back! I can't afford to even lose a single dollar. And without my backlog of content, I don't have the time to start over."

At that moment, Simon realized that he had got exactly what he wanted, but regretted how he got it.

"I am sorry, Huana. For whatever that's worth." Simon apologized calmly. "I wouldn't know the first thing about getting your stuff back."

"So that's it?" Huana replied. "Just a half-assed 'sorry' and I'm supposed to accept that?"

Simon shrugged his shoulders and gave his cousin a genuine look of compassion. "I honestly don't know what to say. If things get bad, you could stay here for a while. Until you get back on your feet."

"And add myself to your harem?" Huana replied with contempt. "Fuck you! You're disgusting." She then backed away a few paces and addressed the assembly. "I'm really not getting my shit back?" Simon could only shake his head. "Fine. I hope I never see any of you again."

Huana then turned her back to her supposed conspirators, and left. Her leaving felt much like a storm, or calamity, that had just passed through. Survivors breathe a sigh of relief, but are left daunted and overwhelmed by the destruction left in the wake.

Everyone stood in silence, and shared glances, until Candice spoke to her son. "Is what Huana said true? Did you really do something that deleted all her stuff?"

"Technically, I didn't do anything." Simon answered in an evasive tone. "I had some help from a friend of Gee's. All I did was load something he wrote onto her phone. I actually had no idea what it would do."

"Simon, I asked you not to do anything." Candice said with a disappointing tone.

"How could I not?" Simon fired back. "She had terrible plans for you. I... couldn't just do nothing."

The entire situation was too much for Candice to process. In an instant, her face turned red and tears poured from her eyes. Feeling weak, she fell into her son's broad chest and felt a comforting embrace by his strong arms.

"Can," Brigit said as she moved behind her baby sister and rubbed her back. "It's over now. And Huana's gone."

"I wouldn't bet on that." Amarosa interjected. "She said she never wants to see us again, but that doesn't mean she won't try something."

"We'll worry about that later." Brigit said, giving her middle sister a look of annoyance. And after looking around at the state of the house, "and we'll worry about this later too. Can, come. Pack a bag. I'll set us up at The Marina for a few days. It'll be a nice break, we can recharge." Brigit then gave her other sister a side glance. "And yes, because I know you're gonna ask, you're invited too, Ams. Simon, will you help her?"

"Of course," Simon answered. "But I think I'm gonna stay here. Clean this up, and put the house back together."

"Simon, seriously, this can wait." Brigit insisted.

"I got my mother into this. I caused this mess." Simon replied with great regret. "I'll only feel better if I'm the one to clean it up."

"Fine." Brigit answered. "Do what you gotta do. Blow off some steam. But Can, Ams, we're still going. It'll be good for us. I promise. Like the old 'girls trips' we used to take."

A sobbing Candice was led away to her room upstairs to prepare for an impromptu trip. It took a surprisingly short amount of time to pack for The Marina. Simon surmised it was due to the three sisters wanting to get away from the stressful event that had taken place as quickly as possible.

For the rest of the afternoon, and long into the evening, Simon spent most of his time sitting and thinking. He swept a floor or two, took out a bag of trash, but mostly he sat in the quiet house and began to loathe himself. Hunger pains made him get up and venture to the kitchen, but even with so many dinner options he could not bring himself to eat. He couldn't quite figure out what to do with himself. He didn't feel like eating, gaming, or even watching anything. He was, however, sure of one thing.

"I do need to blow off some steam."

***

BANG!

A seven foot steel bar, loaded with nearly a total of four hundred pounds, was suddenly dropped and crashed down onto the rubber flooring. Normally, a clatter of that voluminous magnitude would have every head turning, but in the gym near the resort it was a common, and usually ignored, occurrence.

The lifter stepped back from his stationary weights and signaled his frustration by grunting like a large bovine. He wore a pair of loose gray basketball shorts, and a black tank top soaked in sweat. He had been lifting for a while, but despite his ability to handle an incremental increase in weight, it did not appear to be having the effect he was hoping for.

"Your form is terrible."

A woman's voice commented on the lifter's most recent performance. He didn't look at her, or acknowledge her feedback verbally. He simply stood behind the bar and nodded.

"You're good on the descent, but right before the lift you arch your back." The woman continued. "Take it slower. Think about your form. You should probably take some weight off until you get it right."

"Look, Kelli," the lifter finally replied, "I appreciate it, but this isn't an open forum. I'm not really looking for advice on this one."

With a rather aggrieved look on her face, Kelli sharply replied. "Oh, so you want a spinal injury. My mistake."

"Hmm," the disgruntled lifter patronized his concerned cohort with a dismissive huff.

Despite being significantly shorter, Kelli positioned herself in front of her rude friend and got right in his face. "Just what in the hell is going on, Simon?" Her eyes pierced through his as she stood her ground. "You've never acted like this. And I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you treat me this way."

Simon hung his head and looked away from her gaze. He knew she was right, but couldn't bring himself to say anything.

"So," Kelli's tone was still sharp, "anything you want to tell me?"

In his shame, Simon remained silent.

"Whatever then." It was Kelli's turn to be dismissive. "I'm too busy for this anyway." And with that, Kelli turned and angrily walked towards the women's locker room.

Despite feeling like an adolescent just hollered at by their mother, Simon did have enough awareness to look up and stare at his boss walking away. Some habits never die. Her booty shorts had ridden up her crack and showcased for his voyeurism and incredibly muscular and sculpted posterior. There was a subtle "onion-like" pattern in her maximus, which connected very nicely to her bulging hamstrings.

It didn't take much, even just a short lived tantalizing glimpse of his boss' perfect ass bouncing with each stride, was enough to re-ignite his sexual desires.

***

Kelli Colonel stood in the shower stall and let the hot water soothe her temper. A discourteous encounter with her employee, Simon Memphis, was an extremely rare--if ever--occurrence, and it lingered annoyingly on her thoughts.

'What the hell was his problem?' Kelli thought. 'Taking his shit out on me? What an asshole!'

Kelli was a short woman, but built like solid steel from head to toe. Regular sexual escapades with her subordinate seemed to have awakened her desire to elevate her fitness goals from "maintain a lean build," to "full bodybuilder mode."

While trying to rationalize Simon's behavior, Kelli thoroughly soaped her muscular figure. Defined biceps and thick triceps connected to the overdeveloped deltoids in her shoulders. Strengthened pectorals lifted her small breasts, but as her fingers rubbed soap in to cleanse them of her salty sweat, she could have sworn they felt bigger in her hands.

Slick suds ran down Kelli's abdomen and collected in the trenches made by her chiseled, boast-worthy six-pack which were cradled nicely by a veiny abdominis and a deep, rounded iliac furrows that led seductively down to her pubis. And supporting her petite, but no less Amazonian frame, were strong legs wrapped in tremendous quads and hamstrings.

Not wanting to get her hair wet, which had been cut very short and styled to sit very high, Kelli was careful to hold her head back and out of the shower spray, and lather everything below her neck.

'Maybe he really is going through something. He's never really talked about his relationships. I've asked him a hundred times, still won't tell me who that gorgeous redhead was. Come to think of it, he doesn't even talk about his mother anymore.'

"Sigh," Kelli groaned as she rinsed her chest. 'Maybe I'll go talk to him after he cools down. Gets rid of that pissy attitude too.'

Suddenly, the opaque glass shower stall door was pulled open and Kelli whipped her head around in alarm. There stood a naked Simon, who somehow had snuck into the women's locker room, stripped his clothing, and made his way to the showers.

"Huh," Simon said in surprise. He then proceeded to step into the stall and crowd his sexually alluring boss. "You guys have actual doors. We just have curtains."

"Have you come to talk?" Kelli sternly asked. "Or at least apologize."

"In my own way." Simon answered, and then quickly grabbed Kelli by her wrists, held them high above her head, and then SLAM! Pinned her tempting body against the shower wall.

Adjusting his grip, Simon secured both of Kelli's wrists into his left hand. Then with his right hand, he slid it between her breasts, and then delicately placed his hand at her throat.

Looking deep into her boss' eyes, he whispered to her. "I want this."

Simon was strong, but Kelli suspected he didn't have a violent bone in his body. With an unthreatened expression, she replied, "then take it."

There was a low rumble in Simon's throat, like a lion on the hunt, and then he latched his eager mouth onto Kelli's juicy, wet lips.

"Mmmmmm! Mmm!" Kelli moaned into her employee's kiss. 'Fuck me! Is he trying to suck the tongue right out of my head? It's hot though. God I bet it's going to feel good with him taking control.'

The pressure around Kelli's neck increased, and slowly her body was being crushed between the horny brute--who had lewdly rested his growing cock in the center line of her abs--and the tiled shower wall. While she was enjoying the brutal treatment, albeit vanilla, her tongue needed respite.

SUUUUCK SMACK!

Simon finally released the suction on Kelli's wet tongue, but only after pulling it out several inches.

"Fuck that was intense!" Kelli gasped when she could finally get some air. Simon paid little attention to her comment, and instead kissed her jawline and worked his way up to her left ear. "Mmmm," she moaned as the steel-hard cock was pressed even harder into her stomach. "I'm glad you started working out again. I liked it better when you were huge." She tilted her head to the side to invite her ruffian suitor to suck on her neck. "Nnnnng, towering over me like a bull. You were ready to fuck me at a moment's notice." She said in a low tone.

Focused on the pleasures of her flesh--her abs seemed to grip and massage the underside of his bull-dick--Simon could only moan in response as he sucked on Kelli's neck and tasted her sweet skin.

"Aaah!" Kelli suddenly shrieked. "You bit me! You fucking cunt-hound, I didn't know you were into that."

"I'm not," Simon answered. "But there's something about you. I wanna bite your ass too."

"You want to bite my ass?" Kelli asked with a coy expression.

"Oh yeah." Simon answered in his deep voice. "That thing's beautiful. I wanna sink my teeth into it."

"Who says I'll let you?" Kelli replied, she wanted to play hard to get.

"Me." Simon did his best to use an intimidating voice, but to show his boss that actions speak louder than words, he placed his right hand firmly on her shoulder and forcefully pushed her down to her knees. With his left, he continued to hold her wrists high above her head.

"Aaaaagh," Kelli lewdly moaned as Simon's unyielding cock slid up the central valley of her abs, upwards between her breasts and defined pecs, and then scrubbed the right side of her face. "Are you... somehow bigger?" Her question was genuine. Unable to use her hands, she rolled her head side-to-side to batter his wet shaft with her face. Between her self-inflicted pummeling, she would latch her fat lips onto the wet pole and slobber over Simon's manly shaft.

"It's possible I guess." Simon answered, not really focused on his own size. "All I know is, you got me incredibly turned on right now."

After securing his slippery, serviced cock with his right hand, Simon pushed his hips back and lined up his head with Kelli's busy mouth.

With an inviting and sultry expression, Kelli looked up at her hulking master. "If you ask nicely, I'll su-glurk gluk gluk!"

"I'm not in the mood to play 'nice'." Simon growled as he forced his wide head past Kelli's drenched lips and had begun to fuck her face. "I've sucked on your hole and drank your... aaaarh... sweet fucking pussy nearly every day since the race. But now it's your turn! You're gonna suck my cock and drink down my dirty precum until... oooooooooh... your crazy hot abs are ruined with a bloated gut!"

"Gurk! Gurk! Gurk!" Kelli wanted to respond instead of gagging, but Simon's desire to have his boss' lips forced around his turgid cock was unrelenting. Simon didn't even need to hold her head as the force of his thrust pushed her firmly against the shower wall.

Another hard thrust and Simon was firmly lodged in the back of Kelli's throat. He groaned and smiled to himself when he felt the satisfying grip of her throat muscles grip firmly around his head.

"Mmmmm... fuck that's it!" Simon lewdly complimented before returning to his dominating side. "Now work my pole! Nnnnng! Yes! Use your tongue. Slobber all over it. Let it drip down your chin. I want you to act nastier than you ever have for my cock!"

Even if Kelli's mouth wasn't full of a throbbing bull-sized dong, she wouldn't have attempted a snarky comeback. She, in fact, was too busy enjoying the moment.

'It's actually exciting being someone's dirty slut. I'm usually the one in control, but Simon is perfect. Whether I'm fresh out of the gym or shower, this kid doesn't stop eating pussy.'

"Gluk. Gluk. Gurggle... sluuuuurp!" Kelli obeyed with a lustful fervor. Simon pumped as much of his youthful manhood as her invaded orifice would allow. Glossy, bubbling saliva was forcefully expelled and dangled from her lips and chin in thick creamy bands.

"Use your hands!" Simon ordered. "You like this, don't you? Pump my fat cock if you like it destroying your face!"

Strong, yet feminine, hands collected palm-fulls of dribbled mucus and then reached up and gripped the surging phallus that protruded from slender thrusting hips. With her left, Kelli worked the shaft right in front of her lips, and with her right she squeezed hard on the base and pulled inwards in long hard strokes towards her face.

"Oooooooh yeeaaaaaaah!" Simon's deep guttural moan reverberated in the small shower stall. "You love my thick dick, don't you." He teased. "I bet you've been aching for a taste of it. Nnnnnngg... well now's your chance to just whore yourself all over it. I'm serious Kelli," when he mentioned her name, his voice was steady and deep. "I want you to act like the cheapest fucking tramp that can't live without it."

"Slluuuuuuuuurrrp... GASP! Oh Simon! I've wanted this incredible dick ever since I hired you." Kelli pulled the juicy phallus from her tight mouth and fell right into character. "I can't stand being teased by this thick... kiss... hard... kiss... cock... kiss. I want it smearing it's greasy oil all over my face. Lick! Pumping creamy sludge down my throat. Suck! And a cock like this... stroke... I think it would look great wearing me like a codpiece.????"

"Uuunnnnngh fuck!" Simon groaned. "Putting that image in my head."

"Oh yeah? You like that?" Kelli asked, already knowing the answer. Her employee's wet cock burned hotter against her face and throbbed harder in her hands.

Lik! Lik! Lik!

Kelli went nuts all over Simon's domineering genitals. She rubbed her sopping wet lips all around his veiny textured shaft. She worked his glans with her right hand and paid special attention to the underside of his head with her thumb.

'Mmmm,' Kelli smiled to herself. 'This does make me want to be extra slutty. Gonna try something new.' She thought as she lowered her body directly under her flexing stud until his meaty sack rested on top of her face. 'Let's see what this does to him.'

"Guuuurgle... guuurgle.... gulk!"

The sounds of Kelli gobbling up Simon's heavy factories easily surpassed the loud shower head. She could only take one at a time, but she savored the feeling of his smooth, hairless balls filling her mouth. To tease her man further, she sucked on them hard while her tongue drew random shapes all around the surface.

"GAAAARRRRGH!" Simon shouted in pleasurable anguish. Not even caring who else might have heard. "Oh fuck me!" He growled. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I didn't expect you to be into ball sucking too!"

Fearing an early orgasm would ruin his fun, Simon freed himself from Kelli's mouth and pleasuring fingers and gripped his base tighter and tighter. His veins turned an ugly shade of purple, but he successfully warded off a dangerously heavy load.

"AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaah... that was close." Simon sighed in relief.

"A shame," Kelli teased. "I worked hard for that."

Kelli was not without any reward. The moment Simon let go of this aching shaft...

SPILL!

A river of opaque, watery seminal fluid poured from Simon's stretched hole and drenched Kelli's face.

"You and your... gulp gulp... overactive... suk glurk... balls." Kelli feigned complaining in-between swallowing mouthfuls of tangy syrup that she collected with her tongue.

"The hotter the sex, the more active they are." Simon joked, but with a hint of sincerity.

"Then I must make them really active." Kelli laughed. With each middle finger, she had begun to clear the solution from her eyelids. "Did you just hit me with a ruined orgasm?"

"Mmm hmm." Simon answered simply.

"I've never understood what exactly that means. I think that means you should be able to keep going though?" Kelli replied. Still on her knees, she started shuffling forward trying to get under the water. Before she could rinse her face, she felt two strong hands grab her under her armpits and lift her high in the shower stall. "Whoa!" Kelli quickly remarked. "I wasn't leaving, just clearing myself off."

"I don't want that either," Simon answered. "I want you dirty. Filthy. Stained from head to toe." He was crushing Kelli's rock-solid body against the wall again.

"Ooophf!" 'That's hot, but I hope he isn't serious.' Kelli thought.

"God, I can't get over how incredibly hot you are." Simon said, still holding his boss up by her torso. He basked in her alluring figure and was hypnotized by droplets of water mixing with his previous emission that ran through every valley of her body, carved by bulging and overly-defined muscle. "You're doing this to me." He said as he dipped down and lined up the flared purple head of his cock between the overdeveloped pectineus muscles in her groin. "You're actually controlling my body. Making me want to fuck you more than I ever have in my life."

'So it's my fault, huh?' Which is what Kelli wanted to say. Always the ball-buster. 'Nah. He's not in the mood. He wants the sex-starved damsel who can only be saved by her "hero's" hard cock.'

"Yes! I did this on purpose. I knew how much you loved my abs. As I grew my pecs, my tits looked perkier and bigger. I could see you staring at them. I could tell they were distracting you... turning you on. But I just kept wearing tighter and smaller clothes." Kelli explained in an innocent, whimpering voice. To gain a more comfortable position, she lifted her feet and sank the inside of her soles deep into the "V" trenches of Simon's waist that led to his root. "I wanted to turn you into my slave. I wanted to give you no choice but endlessly need my hot body over and over."

"Nnnnnnnng," Simon groaned as his boss' words brought out an overwhelming desire to cum again. "It worked," he said in a rough and forced voice.

Feeling that Kelli had secure footing, Simon returned to his previous hold and held Kelli's arms high above her head.

'He probably thinks this position makes me vulnerable.' Kelli laughed to herself.

Kelli began to flex her pelvis and squeeze her thighs together. She successfully caught Simon's pent up cannon in her muscular embrace and threatened to crush even his steel-hard rod.

"AAAAARRGH!" Simon bellowed. "Fuck that was too much! Your thighs are hard, but dammit to hell they're still soft. Ha ha! I think you managed to hit every sensitive spot on my dick." He laughed at first, but then quickly turned serious again. "You're stalling though. Nothing could feel as good as destroying your tight cunt with my cock."

With Simon taking the lead, Kelli resolved herself to let her brutish employee lower her defenseless body onto his thick pulsing spear.

"GASP!" Simon had split Kelli's Amazonian lips with his Herculean tool many times before, but she had never gotten used to the feeling of her entrance being stretched so wide.

SWELL!

"Oh my god!" Kelli's vaginal muscles clenched and constricted around the brutally invading phallus like a python squeezing its prey to death.

Sink... Sink... Sink.

"I don't know how the fuck this is happening!" Kelli belted out. "My fucking pussy nnnnnnnnng I swear is pulling you in all on its own!"

If Simon wasn't clenching his jaw so hard, he would have smiled at the feeling of his fuckdoll's cunt slipping further down and slowly swallowing inch after veiny meaty inch.

"Goddamn you're tight!" Simon growled. "You need to relax," he ordered. "Or we'll both pass out."

"Haah! Haah! You think I can fucking relax?" Kelli shot back as she felt her inside contort and conform to the unyielding invader.

Slip! Gush! Slip! Gush! Slip! Gush!

Gravity and weakening muscles could no longer delay the inevitable, so Kelli was helpless as the inside of her body was plundered and plowed. And Simon felt just as helpless as the tightest sleeve he had ever experienced was fitted over every square inch of his strangled cock. He had even given Kelli's body a slight pull upwards, but her vice grip yielded nothing.

"Aaaaargh! Fuck Kelli! I didn't want to do it like this, but if I don't fuckin cum...!"

Kelli screamed and cut Simon off. "????Aaaaah! Your dick really is incredible! It's so long! And OOPHF! reaches all the way deep inside! Fuck me! Oh god you're breaking me apart! Why are you SO FUCKING BIG!????"

Plop! Plop! Plop!

Simon relinquished control to his pelvis, which had begun thrusting and achingly desired to satisfy the pendulous phallus that hung beneath it.

"Aaaaah! Aaaah! Aaaaah!" Kelli cried out. Tears of both pleasure and anguish rolled down her cheeks.

Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop!

The two hardbodies slamming together grew louder and louder as Simon had picked up the pace,

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! You're too good! You're too fucking good!" Simon repeated over and over. He had clenched his eyes tighter than ever and gripped Kelli's wrists even harder. He couldn't imagine how she was sucking him so relentlessly.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Your ass! Uuuugh! Uuugh! Bouncing off the wall!" PLAP! PLAP! "So fit yet so slutty!" Simon leaned forward to feel the muscles of his pinned boss writhe against his own. "????Nnnnng! Feels good to be the one fucking the slut!????"

"Oh shit! Every time you thrust NNGH! UGH! I get chills up and down my spine! AAH! AAH! Please! Please Simon!" Kelli begged. "Please cum soon! Treat me like your slut! Do whatever you want! But please ????FUCKING CUM SOON!????"

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"Fuck I wanna cum! I wanna cum so bad in your slutty fuck hole!" Simon's face was twisted in pleasurable agony.

The immovable object that was Kelli's abs took on the challenging unstoppable force that was Simon's unyielding cock.

BULGE!

As the bull-sized baton was thrusted into the cunt-crushing-cavern, Kelli's stomach deformed and distended. And each time Simon managed to enter her balls-deep, her stomach looked like a solid protruding core of abs.

SCHLOP! SCHLOP! SCHLOP!

"FUCKTHISISNOGOOD! OHFUCK! FUCKICAN'TSTANDIT!" Simon frantically panted and slurred.

"Haah! Haah! What? What is it?" Kelli managed between sucking in as much air as her compressed lungs could hold. "Do I not feel good?"

"????TOOFUCKINGOOD!????" Simon screamed into the bulging neck of the mistress he was pounding.

"Do it! I know you can! Aaaaah! Aaaah! I can feel how badly you want to fill me up with your thick spunk!"

Kelli then slipped her heels behind her rutting employee's back and squeezed him tightly with her tremendous thighs.

"Cum in me quick! You need it! You need to flood my body with cum! ????THANK GOD YOU'RE NOT IN MY ASS! OR I'D BE CHOKING ON YOUR CUM!????"

That image sent Simon over the edge. He could no longer thrust as the signaling pinch in his deferens, followed by the feeling of boiling hot cum surging through his cum-chute, left him babbling from a mind-wrecking orgasm.

"????BLAAAAAARGHFUUUUUUU...!????"

????SPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRTTT!????

"OOOOHSHIIIIIIT!" Kelli's eyes bulged and went crossed as a detonation of dense splooge filled her in a way she had never felt before. It rushed her womb, caked her walls, and ballooned her stomach even more since she couldn't keep from clenching around the spewing cock's base.

"ARRRRR!" Simon howled again like a wild animal.

SPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRT!

Bitter sweet for Kelli, as the second volley created too much pressure inside her wrecked pussy that she had begun to lift off the swelling cannon.

"GUUUUH!" Kelli grunted when she felt something the size of a forearm leave her tight body.

SPLOOOOUURRRRRP!

As an entire paint can had suddenly been turned upside-down, an immeasurably thick load of pearly white spunk gushed from Kelli's gaping hole and SPLAT! against the shower floor.

Still dazed, and her eyes rolling back in her head, Kelli appeared lifeless against the shower wall. With what little mental facilities she had left, so intense. Thank god that's over.' However, the monstrous cock was not finished. When it slipped out of its gooey hole, it found a new home resting comfortably between the fit woman's dense pecs.

SPUUUURT!

The remaining ball-batter oozed over Kelli's face and collected in her hanging mouth before spilling over and quickly congealing against her tan, Amazonian muscles. That would have been humiliating enough, except that an exhausted Simon lost his grip and dropped her onto the wet floor laden thick with pearly white splooge.

"Huff... huff... huff... oh god. I'm so sorry." Simon frantically apologized as he himself had collapsed against the wall. "Kelli. Kelli! Are you alright?" He continued and he lowered himself to the floor with great difficulty. "Kelli! Kelli!" He continued to call out as he tried to wipe her face clean.

"Uuuunnnn... nnnnnn," Kelly groaned as she came to. "What the fuck," she finally managed in a weak voice. "What is in your cum? I feel like you dumped oxytocin right into my brain."

"Huh?" Simon replied puzzled.

"Aaah... aah," Kelli caught her breath. "I'm saying, even after all that, you made me hornier than I've ever been before in my entire life." She then looked up and saw a genuine caring expression on her employee's face. Still riding her high, Kelli smiled back.

"Here let me help you up," Simon offered. "And get you cleaned up. For real this time."

Kelli felt strong hands support her and help her to her feet. "Ha ha," she laughed. "You know you still have cum leaking out?"

Simon looked down and saw that his flaccid, yet beefy hanging cock was still drooling its potent nutrients.

"Ha! Wow!" Simon laughed as well. "I guess I had more in there than I thought."

"Help me back down." Kelli requested. "I can clean him up first."

"Kelli, seriously. You don't have to." Simon objected, knowing how exhausted his freshly fuck boss must be.

"I want to." Kelli said with a sultry gaze. "Besides, you owe me after you made me miss my cooldown protein shake."

***

The day after he savagely ravished his boss in the gym showers, Simon still found himself overly energized and unable to shake off an uneasy anxiety. He had previously accepted an open invitation to go jogging with Evita, but hadn't joined her in some time.

Normally, Simon and Evita ran the circle of their neighborhood a few times before stopping at one of their houses and cooled down together. Their use of the phrase "cool down" was used ironically, as their post-run cool downs always turned physical, and were often more vigorous than the run itself. However, on their most recent run, Evita's friend and cross-country star Michelle Lewe, had invited herself along.

The athletic trio raced down lanes, sprinted down avenues, and looped through cul-de-sacs. With the addition of Evita's friend, Michelle had requested a longer route to help maintain her training for her impending college track team. Simon and Evita were reluctant to acquiesce to her request, but Simon justified it in his head, 'eh, I could use the extra exercise.'

Despite Evita's disappointment, it was at least a beautiful day to work up a sweat outside. Summer was nearing its end, and although humidity was still incredibly high in the coastal town, the dipping temperatures offered a welcomed respite from the sticky uncomfortableness. And the calmness in the neighborhoods they trekked through allowed Simon's mind to wander to more pleasant topics.

'There's a scent in the air. It's been there the entire run. Is someone wearing perfume?' Must be Michelle. Evita likes to smell like each other... afterwards. Wouldn't mind smelling like that though. Well, that and her sweet redhead pussy.

As the trio hopped curbs, rounded corners, and crossed intersections, Simon caught Michelle numerous times stealing glances at his nearly nude figure. Catching the wandering eye is something he quite enjoyed, which is why he wore only a pair of knee length compression shorts and his weathered running shoes.

Michelle had shown up for their run in her bright pink runners, very short gray athletic shorts that cupped her taut buttocks and threatened to expose the bottom of her pale cheeks, a light gray sports bra to support what little breasts she had, and a loose white tee that covered much of her upper body to protect her sensitive skin from the sun. Her strawberry-blonde hair had been neatly brushed and pulled back into a ponytail that held its perfect shape throughout the entire run.

Evita, never to be outdone by Michelle, wore equally revealing black running bottoms except her sculpted glutes could not be contained by the tight shorts and thoroughly rode up her crack. She had more supportive sports bras, but purposefully chose one of her older, more stretched, looser ones so she could tantalize her male running mate as they bounced and swayed with each stride.

Simon caught Michelle's gaze again and smiled as a sign to welcome her attention. 'She's really quite attractive. I mean, I haven't really been with any thin girls, but everything about her looks... tight! She's naturally red, which is always exotic. Mmm, her skin feels like pure velvet too. Oh, and her taste! Like fruit juice. I wonder how the fuck she does that?'

Simon's thoughts drifted towards Evita's best friend for so long, he had completely missed that they finished their route and ended back at Evita's house.

"Whoo!" Michelle shouted as she bounded up the few steps of Evita's porch and continued to run in place.

Simon flashed a bright smile at the exuberant redhead, while Evita just replied with a bored, "yay." For Evita, exercise was just a pretense of meeting up for the festivities that followed after.

"Was that a long enough run to get you ready for your college workout?" Simon asked as he joined Michelle on the porch.

Evita scoffed. "Ha, no run is long enough for her. She's a cross-country superstar. I swear she can just keep going, and going, and going." She passed the other two and made for her front door.

Michelle stood suggestively close to Simon and quietly giggled. "I can't help the fact that I can keep going... and never want to stop."

Evita paid no attention to her friend's artless flirtation and unlocked the door and went inside. Simon and Michelle remained outside just to bask in the glorious weather for a little longer.

'This might be your only shot,' Michelle thought nervously. 'Just do it!'

"Hey, uh, Simon," Michelle started nervously. "I know you and Evita have your own thing going, but, maybe... would you like to go 'running' with me sometime? Just the two of us? I don't mean to move in on Evita's territory but," she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "But I really enjoyed doing it with you... running! That is. And I think we'd enjoy each other's company."

Simon stared into her innocent eyes and continued his bright smile. Had spent the last hour and some change, internally lusting after Michelle's excessively fit body, that he couldn't pass up a hands-on opportunity to admire her figure.

"It's okay Michelle," Simon laughed. "Evita doesn't hold the monopoly on 'running'. I even do it by myself sometimes." He took a step back and leaned against the side railing. He then crossed his arms and flexed his chest, which successfully drew Michelle's own lustful gaze. "I'm actually flattered that you'd want to go running with me. Especially long distance. I mean, I'm not exactly on yours and Evita's level. I'm completely drained, while she seems bored, and you're ready to go again."

"No no!" Michelle interjected. "You did great. I think you even pushed me a little."

"Ha ha! Well thanks." Simon replied. "And I'd love to go running with you. Just the two of us."

"Thank you, Simon." Michelle gleefully replied. She then raised her right hand and motioned to tuck her hair behind her right ear, despite that her luscious volume was entirely held within the ponytail. "And, umm, we could do other stuff too. We... don't just have to run all the time."

"Oh for sure," Simon answered. "Grab a bite. Hit the beach before you leave for college." He suggested almost too carefully, like he wasn't sure how suggestively he should take the beautiful strawberry-blonde's offer.

"Yeah... yeah," Michelle delayed. "Or," her voice had dropped to an almost inaudible level, "maybe we could do more of what we did... in Evita's basement?"

Simon gave a faint chuckle and pushed off the railing. He stood very close to Michelle and let her feel his heat, and his own aroused aroma filled her head.

"Any time you want," Simon answered with a breathy voice. "In fact, tasting you again was all I could think about since you first showed up for the run." Michelle looked up to catch Simon's wanting expression and bit her bottom lip. "Somehow, you're sweeter than strawberries. And someone as beautiful as you, should have her sweet honey savored and her body pleasured endlessly."

Simon was a bit over the top in his lust-filled description, but it had its desired effect when Michelle had begun to breathe heavier and heavier.

Softly, Michelle asked, "you really liked me that much?"

Before Simon could answer, and further enchant the fair beauty panting before him, Evita came crashing through the front door.

"I just got a message from my Mom." Evita spoke loudly and appeared so frustrated she didn't even notice how close her two friends were standing to one another. "I'm supposed to meet her, like... now! So Michelle, I'm gonna have to take you home."

"Oh, uh," Michelle stammered, trying to think quickly. "Simon and I were just talking and he said he could actually give me a ride home if I needed."

Simon raised his eyebrows in confusion, but quickly resumed a normal expression and nodded when Evita turned her head towards him.

"Yeah." Simon finally answered. "We got to talking, college life, track meets, and I asked her what her plans were later and offered her a ride if she needed one."

Evita's eyes darted between the two horny parties. "Fine," she said in a rushed tone. "I'll make Mom pay for this." Evita turned and spoke to no one in particular. "Well, I gotta run back in, grab my keys and stuff. I'll see you guys later."

"Alright," Michelle said with a sweet smile. "I'll see you later."

"Good luck," Simon wished Evita. She seemed particularly flustered and he wasn't sure if he and Michelle were the cause, or her mother. Either way, not wanting to annoy Evita any further, Simon and Michelle did not wait to see her off. They strolled to the sidewalk and began the relatively short walk to Simon's house.

"So," Michelle began, "have you done any more races?"

"Like the rucksack? Not really. I actually haven't even been able to do any small events like a '10k' or even a '5k'." Simon knew the walk well, and turned his head to face Michelle. "Things have been getting a little complicated at work. And then I had a falling out with my cousin."

"Oh no! I'm so sorry." Michelle said consolingly.

"Oh it's okay." Simon quickly assured his companion. "She... is not a nice person. And it turns out, neither am I."

"I'm sure that's not true." Michelle replied. "You're like the nicest guy I know."

"I appreciate that." Simon smiled wide. "I try to be a good guy. Maybe I'm a 'good guy' who just does bad things sometimes."

"Don't we all?" Michelle giggled, she really wanted to lighten the mood.

"What about you?" Simon was eager to turn the conversation towards Michelle. "Did you do anything between graduation and now?"

Michelle looked up at her escort and felt almost uncontrollably giddy. She explained that while she didn't participate in any official events, she had a strict distance training regiment that she rigorously stuck to. Or, tried to stick to most of the time. Simon took comfort in Michelle's company, he enjoyed hearing about her life, her plans, and what she was looking forward to. He was made to feel so comfortable, that he wrapped his left arm around her thin figure and pulled her towards him, making them look like a cutesy couple. Michelle was all too eager for the contact. His hairless, smooth, muscular frame cradled her own athletic physique, and her mind had begun to play out all sorts of possible romantic futures.

Before long, Simon and Michelle arrived at his house and made their way through the front door.

Michelle absentmindedly walked into the livingroom and had begun looking at the décor and pictures. "Wow," she said, reacting to the overall spaciousness of the house. "Your place is really great. It somehow looks bigger on the inside."

As Michelle turned around to face Simon, and gauge his reaction, she was startled and jumped to find that he was practically on top of her.

"Mmmphff!" Michelle's gasps were muffled as Simon engulfed her mouth and slipped his tongue inside her.

Seldom did Simon act like a possessed insatiable beast. His left hand ran up the middle of Michelle's back, which sent shivers up her spine and made her shake against her hulking lover. She had never felt so sexually excited just from an embrace before. Then, as his hand rose higher, he forcefully squeezed her neck before sliding his fingers into the tight bounds of her ponytail and held her head tightly. With his right, he slithered it around her hip and snuck it deep down under her revealing shorts and grasped her left buttock.

Simon prided himself on never making any advancement until he was absolutely sure the woman wanted him. However, despite recognizing his error, Simon escalated his passionate embrace.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmphff!" Simon's gamble paid off as Michelle had begun to moan and thrash into his mouth. 'My god, he tastes so good,' she thought has swirled her own tongue around his and sucked on his long appendage.

"Haaaaah! Haaaah!" Michelle cried out when she felt Simon's tongue leave mouth. 'Please... I feel so empty.' However the break in the action did not last when Simon practically scooped her up with his right hand and brought her face more level with his. "More. Please."

Her begging turned Simon on even greater, and an increase in suction drew Michelle's tongue into his mouth.

"Mmmm!" Michelle moaned. Somehow, without her feeling any of his teeth, he massaged her soft muscle and caressed her tenderly. 'Yes! Yes! This is exactly what I want. He likes me so much he can't help himself. He wants all of me. I want him to have everything!'

"Sluuuurp... SMACK! Oh my god Simon!" Michelle sang out as they both came up for air. "You're amazing! You make me feel like the sexiest woman alive!" She panted out as she swung her legs around her lover's waist. "Haah! Haah! You can do anything to me you want. Everything you want! I want to be the one that can satisfy you the most!"

"Do you really mean that?" Simon asked in a quiet tone.

Unwavering, and unblinking, Michelle looked deep into Simon's eyes. "Yes. God yes!"

Simon remained silent and let his actions speak volumes. Accepting his sexy strawberry-blonde's offer, he walked over to the couch and dropped her--quickly but carefully--onto the thick cushions. Without the use of his hands, he was able to kick off his running shoes and compression socks.

Then, in a somewhat terrifying show of dominance, RIIIIIIIP! Simon grabbed the waistband of his shorts in his fists and pulled and stressed the fabric until it shredded and was torn from his body. His once confined and sweaty cock, now free in the cool air, bobbed and grew fat above Michelle's lusting, and gaping expression.

"Oh my god! You're so strong! I never imagined you could do that." Michele shrieked. She tried to feign worry, but her hands betrayed her as they mauled her breasts and crushed her hard nipples into her palms. "Please, don't tear my clothes too. You can do anything you want, but don't destroy my clothing and force me to be naked!"

Simon simply knelt on one knee and slipped off her shoes and socks. Then, he raised his hands to the neckline of her baggy shirt.

"Aaah! Aaah! Oh please, Simon! What would happen if I had nothing to wear? How would I get home without any clothes? I'll be forced to sneak in, a naked slut used as a toy for your huge cock!"

If Michelle was attempting to persuade otherwise, she had failed miserably. Her words served only to arouse Simon even greater and force him further into dark bestial instincts.

RIIIIIIIP!

Michelle's shirt tore like paper as Simon pulled the neckline apart. The flimsy fabric split down the middle and exposed her small breasts packed into a sports bra. And when Simon tore the shoulders and sleeves it was nothing more than a useless rag that he pulled out from under her and tossed to the floor.

Michelle gave a small laugh. "Ha ha! Wow, that was like, nothing to you."

Michelle's sports bra fared no better. Simon had grabbed her shoulder straps and pulled hard until the entire garment split in half.

"Oh my god!" Michelle gasped as her thighs rubbed together in anticipation of having her last remnant of coverings shredded from her thin figure.

Simon eyed Michelle's shorts and slipped his fingers behind her waistband. Her shorts were surprisingly even more resilient than his own pair. He had torn them down to her groin. Then, had to tear one side to her inner thigh. And finally, one last tear down the still intact right side. At last, Simon had his new ginger sex-doll lying naked on his couch.

Michelle's body was a work of art. Her skin was pale and pure as if it were never touched by the sun, except for the very faint freckles that dusted her chest and shoulder. Michelle was lithe and fit, with not a single ounce of fat on her frame. And every inch of her supple skin felt like velvet to the touch. She had the smallest breasts of anyone Simon had been with, but they were still present, perfectly pert, and her erect nipples pointed straight upwards. Unfortunately, defiling such a work of art was part of the fun.

"I... haah haah... I'm not covering myself." Michelle confessed, her right hand had covered her mound and her fingers delicately covered her pink lips. "I just... for some... aah aah... some reason I can't stop touching myself."

Slik. Slik. Slik.

Simon smiled as he listened to the wet pleasured pussy of the cross-country champion fill the room like a symphony of lewd noises.

Finally, Simon broke his silence. "????Allow me. I've been dying to taste you since I first saw you today.????" He said in a deep and vibrating voice.

Simon lowered himself to his knees and raised Michelle's right leg until he could slip it over his left shoulder. Then, with his right hand, he pushed back on her left thigh until her velvety petals split and exposed her bright pink, glistening hole.

Simon licked his lips, "Even when you cum all over my face, it won't be enough. You see I'm a pussy-addict, so I need to drink every last drop from you."

"Aaayeee!" Michelle screamed in pleasurable anguish when Simon dove in face first and swirled his tongue around her delicate clit. The faintest strip of red hair brushed his nose as he inhaled her scent deep into his lungs. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," she breathed heavily. "Please keep doing that!"

Simon was careful not to put too much direct contact on her sensitive button. He had been having better results eliciting the sweet juice he craved by stimulating the areas all around the clit.

"Sluurp... mmmm... sluuuurp... mmmm," Simon moaned into the succulent snatch and sent vibrations coursing through Michelle's erogenous zones. She had begun to claw at her own neck and chest as she writhed, and when her hands reached her head, she pulled at her hair and ruined her neatly tied ponytail.

"????Aaaaah! Oh yes! Oh yes! Please keep going on! I don't know how much I can take, but please keep eating my pussy!????" Michelle's excitement built quickly. Normally, when the need to cum hit her so strongly like that, she would thrash and convulse wildly. However, Simon was careful to restrain her hips without hurting her.

"Sluuuuuurp," Simon drew his long tongue along the left side of her watery slit and massaged the area directly next to her throbbing button. "Mmmm," as he reached her hood, he moaned vibrations into her defenseless womanhood. "Sluuuuurp," then back down the right side of her labia followed by another, "mmmmmm" as he rounded back up again.

Michelle's entire body had turned a cute shade of pink as her body heat surged. Her hands wildly darted around her body, and she had coiled her fingers through her hair until it became a sexy strawberry-blonde mess.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Michelle belted out in a breathy voice. "It'srightthereit'srightthere! DON'TSTOPDON'TSTOPDON'TSTOP!" She sang loudly and frantically until, "????I'MCUUUUUUMING!????"

"Oh fuck yes!" Simon growled. "Cum hard on my tongue! Give it all to me!"

"????AAAAAAAAAAAH!????"

For a moment, Simon feared Michelle's wailing would never cease. Her heels stomped on his shoulders and she arched her back lifting her chest off the sofa as she drove her head hard into the cushions. Sadly, despite the violent reaction to her orgasm, Michelle never squirted any amount of womanly cum into Simon's thirsty mouth.

'No squirt, but sonuvabitch did she get wet. Mmmm, I'll just suck it right out of her!'

"Gulp! Fuck you taste good!" Simon praised.

"AAAAH! AAAhh! Aaahh!" Michelle slowly came down from her high as her screaming subsided. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," she chanted. "That was amazing. You... aah aah... you like, made me cum in no time." She giggled between swallows of air.

Simon slipped his hands off her thighs and slid them over her torso and rising breasts. He smiled when he felt a thin layer of perspiration beginning to coat her flawless, newborn-soft skin. 'I feel like she's close. She didn't squirt but I'm still sucking a fountain's worth out of her. She tastes incredible. If it turns out she can squirt, I might just get addicted to her as well.'

"Just... a little rest," Michelle panted. "And then I can get you off."

Simon ignored Michelle's request and returned his hands to the supple flesh of her inner thighs. 'Let's try the next phase.' With his left thumb, he pulled her wet, glistening petals apart and exposed her pulsing honey hole. His right middle finger, he stuck into his mouth and heavily lubricated it with his gelatinous spit. Then, with his right palm facing upwards, he slipped his slick finger gently into her sucking hole and curled his finger until he found her texture g-spot.

"Eeeeey!" Michelle shrieked and jumped when she felt her insatiable lover penetrate her with his finger. "Oh Simon! Haah! Haah! I... I need a minute! My body... nnnnng... it's still on fire!

Simon continued to ignore Michelle's pleas. He had accepted her offer earlier to use her any way he wished, so he had already resigned to milk her body of as much delicious pussy cum as he could force out of her.

"Your pussy is even hotter than it was before." Simon was merely speaking out loud. "Mmmm, this is the kind of pussy I love. Fuck your cunt juices are making everything so slippery. I bet you'd make the perfect fuck doll." He said in a low, devilish tone.

"Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah!" Michelle cried out in ecstasy over and over again. Her chest heaved and grew three times in size as she sucked in air for her life. She threw her hands up and latched onto the sofa armrest. She dug her fingers in so hard that her nails threatened to tear the threads of the upholstery.

Slik. Slik. Slik. Slik. Slik. Slik.

Simon's finger, making just the slightest bit of pistoning motion, still produced a lewd symphonic song as her pussy gripped against his digits. With a steel-like concentration, he focused hard on tender and rhythmic massages against her bumpy, yet soft, erogenous zone.

'Take it slow,' Simon told himself. 'Don't rush this. If I want her to squirt, I have to push her to an orgasm unlike any she's ever had. Just apply pressure and keep stroking slowly.'

"Oh yeaaaah! Aaaahh!" Michelle screamed and uncontrollably gasped for air. "I've never had anyone touch me like that! How... nnnnngh yeah!... how are you doing that better than myself? Unng! Better than my pink toy?"

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Simon didn't answer, just lowered himself closer to her vibrating sex to fill his head with her horny scent, and then gave her tender kisses all over her soaked labia.

"No more! No more! I can't take it!" Is what Michelle said, but every response her body gave told Simon a different story. Her temperature continued to rise and her body glistened in the dim light from a healthy sheen of sweat. The smell of her pussy filled the room. And each time she arched her back, she would come crashing back down.

'Almost there,' Simon schemed. 'Just a little more.' He then pulled his right hand back just enough to line up his ring finger, and then doubled his efforts.

With eyes firmly shut and through clenched teeth, Michelle thrashed. "YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH! SOMETHING'S COMING! SIMON! SIMON PLEASE! I THINK SOMETHING'S COMING!" Her voice sounded more panicked than excited. "OH GOD! PLEASE! I DON'T WANNA PEE MYSELF!"

'NOW!' Simon screamed in his head. Attempting to push her over the edge, he aggressively shook his fingertips against her upper wall and latched his lips firmly around her erect clit.

Michelle's mind raced with a horrible thought. 'Something's not right. This doesn't feel like an orgasm. It feels like...'

"????OOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEE!????"

Simon ceased his sucking and opened his mouth, hoping beyond hope that she would reward him.

????PISH!????

A single, short but sharp, stream of fruit flavored squirt burst from Michelle's convulsing body and struck Simon in the back of his throat. He savored her flavor and immediately desired more of her fluids.

"????YES! Give me more! More! You're a slutty fucking sex-pot! Cum in my mouth! Make me drink it! Oh fuck yes, I'm not stopping until you're completely dry!????"

While Simon was busy licking and swallowing every loose droplet he could, Michelle sat up on her elbows with a horrified look.

'Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!' She repeated over and over in her head. 'I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe I just peed on him!'

"Succle... gulp! I knew you could squirt." Simon boasted. "You got so fucking wet. I just needed to make you cum harder." He then looked up at her flushed face and gave her a wink. "You're quickly becoming one of my dream girls."

"Squirt? Didn't I," Michelle was hesitant to ask. "Pee?"

"Ha ha," Simon gave a light chuckle. "No, not really. I tried to stimulate your Skene's gland by focusing on your g-spot. I don't actually know the science, it's just... I'm hopelessly addicted to a woman's squirt. And I'll do anything to get her there."

"You're going to get addicted to me?" Michelle said in a soft, hopeful tone.

"Swallow... I already am." Simon answered before he returned to drinking from her sweet fountain.

"Wait! Simon!" Michelle's screams were a mixture of anguish and unbearable pleasure.

'I almost feel bad for her,' Simon thought as he felt her engorged love-button vibrate against his tongue. 'She had no idea what she was in for when she promised to do anything I want, but I can't stop now. I need her cum. Even if it leaves her mindlessly blabbering.'

"AAHH! You're doing it again! Oh my god you're hitting my spot just right!" Michelle's voice was increasingly becoming hoarse, but she couldn't stop calling out to praise her loving master.

Simon had two fingers inside his helpless toy. A testament to her fitness, her walls tightly gripped anything he put inside her. However, that didn't prevent him from using an alternating sliding motion to rub her textured orgasm controller.

"HAAH! HAAH! One orgasm after another! UNNNGH! I feel so drained already!" Michelle whimpered as her head rolled from side-to-side. As if trying to find something to do with her hands, she let them roam her body and trace her strained muscles.

'Oh my god!' She screamed in her head when she discovered the state of her bright pink nipples. 'They're so hard... and long? They feel like that could pop right off my chest! They... they actually hurt a little. But I can't stop touching them!'

If Simon had witnessed Michelle's pleasure, it would have made his raging cock aggressively dig into the couch--more so than it already was--but his attention was solely on the juicy feast pressed into his face. He attacked Michelle on two fronts. His fingers never left her increasingly salivating hole, and his tongue did what it did best and encircled her labia in long loving licks.

'She's far more impressive than I first gave her credit for.' Simon thought in between swallows. 'She's getting wetter by the second. And inside it feels like she's getting tighter and tighter. That's usually what happens to Mom before she...'

"????I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA EXPLODE!????" Michelle suddenly burst out louder than she ever had before.

Michelle nearly kicked Simon in the back when her feet landed behind his shoulders. She would have nearly pushed herself clear off the couch if Simon had not wrapped his left arm around her right leg and kept her steady.

"Try to relax!" Simon barked an order. "You have to relax!"

"YAAAAY! I... I CAN'T! IT FEELS LIKE I'M GONNA PEE MYSELF AGAIN!" Michelle's entire body was beet red as her muscles tensed to hold back her climax.

"You won't!" Simon replied, there was some frustration in his voice. "Whatever happens, just let it happen!"

Michelle forced her arms to fall at her sides, and let her heels slide down Simon's broad back, but she continued to make whimpering noises as she sucked on her bottom lip.

"Good. Much better," Simon said in a soothing tone.

"HAAH! HAAH! It's too much! Too much! It's right there!" Michelle quivered.

"Do it! Let it go!" Simon demanded. "????I need your cum! Get addicted to squirting and shoot it right down my throat!"

"????OH SHIT! OH SHIT! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!????"

????PIIIIIIIIISH! PIIIIIIIIISH! PIIIIIIIIISH!????

Simon's reward had been far greater than the first. Crystal clear fluids, more invigorating than spring water, burst again from Michelle's womanly sex and drenched his face. He let it wash over his eyes and soak into his hair. He caught some in his mouth but couldn't resist the desire to let the powerful blast strike his neck and chest.

"????I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I'M CUMING SO MUCH!????"

Michelle arched her back so much, she nearly folded herself in half. Her small breasts bounced and swung as much as any set of massive tits. And her nipples had never been harder, longer, or thicker than ever before.

????PIIIIIIIIIIIISH!????

To Simon, it was Heaven's elixir that blessed his sinful body. As he drank the divine water, his arousal hit a crescendo and his cock grew longer and harder than he thought imaginable. It wouldn't be until he sat up from the couch that he would realize his precum had completely soaked through the thick seat cushion.

"Oh my god you're amazing!" Simon thankfully complimented his lover. "You're taste... GLUG GLUG GLUG!... it's not possible! Like sugar water running over my tongue!"

Possible or not, Simon just wanted to keep drinking and bathing in her fluids as much as he could.

With tears in her eyes, Michelle finally came down from her high. "Haa... haa... oh my god. What's wrong with me?" Her body had gone completely limp. Secretly, she hoped Simon was finally sated. She couldn't imagine surviving another intense expulsion like that anytime soon.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Michelle." Simon comforted her.

"I've... I've never done that before. I don't even know how that happened." Michelle continued.

"Maybe you've just never had enough stimulation before." Simon theorized. "Maybe you've always wanted to, but were afraid to."

"Maybe," Michelle answered in a soft and weak voice.

"Did it at least feel good for you?" Simon asked.

"Ha ha," Michelle forced a laugh. "That was unlike anything I've experienced before. I feel like my brain came. It was so incredible. Although, now, I just feel like an exhausted husk. I really want to take care of you, but I don't think I can move"

Simon replied with a chuckle. "You don't need to move for this."

As Simon stood up, Michelle gaped in awe as she took stock of his impressive nude figure. With his left hand, he had pointed his monstrous cock straight up and let rivers of slimy precum run down his reddened veiny shaft. With his right, he collected droplets of her cum from his chest and then gripped his meat just below the head.

"You're... jerking off with my cum? My squirt?" Michelle asked, almost as if she couldn't believe her new reality.

"????NNNNNNGH!????" Simon's moaning was deep and throaty. Michelle even felt it reverberate in her body. "Oooooh yeeaaaaah," he continued in a deep moan as he closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip. "Jerking off with pussy cum is the hottest thing ever. I'll even do it with my own precum, but after a while it gets sticky. I recently found out that really watery squirt, mixed with precum, that's the sweet spot."

Slik. Slik. Slik. Slik. Simon had begun pumping the entire length of his aching, engorged cock. Michelle's slick pussy honey made his glans and shaft exponentially more sensitive.

"And yours," Simon said while massaging himself with slow strokes. "Feels great on my cock. Mmmm, no friction. It's slipperier than it's ever been."

With her red chest still heaving from deep breaths, "You're... you're going to fuck me, aren't you?"

Simon slowly lowered himself on top of Michelle's thin body and spoke softly, but with a husky voice. "You said I could do anything I want to you. That I could do everything." She found his tone almost intimidating.

'Oh god. What have I done? Was I wrong about him? Evita always said how sensitive he was.' Michelle's thoughts were clouded in terror, and rivers of anxious sweat soon ran down her body.

"P... please Simon," Michelle's weak voice quivered with a genuine fear, "it won't fit. R... remember from before? Please, I don't want you to hurt me."

Simon cocked his head and furrowed his brow in a confused look. It was then he realized what he had done to his new lover. What he had made her think was going to happen.

Simon lowered his head and rested his lips against Michelle's left ear. "I would never, ever, intentionally hurt you."

Simon's voice both soothed and hypnotized the olympic-class runner. His scent filled her head and implanted it with lewd thoughts. And the heat from his cock radiated against her sex and energized her with an excitable horniness.

"Haah... haah... yes... oh yes." Michelle squirmed beneath her hulking lover. Her tone had changed from fearful to longing. Compelled by pure desire, her hands slithered around Simon's sides and fit snuggly atop his dense glutes. Trusting in his sincerity, she had begun to pull on him to enter her swollen cunt.

Simon leaned back, just enough to line his still swelling pounder up with Michelle's bright pink slit. "I'll go slow. And just the head." He explained to comfort her.

Push... SWELL!

"OH GOD! That's so thick!" Michelle spat as she cried out. She felt as if her master's girth was widening her entire pelvis. "AAAH! I don't know how I'm gonna take anymore!"

"NNNNNNGH!" Simon groaned. "It's okay! That's just the head. I won't put in any more." As Michelle writhed and moved her hips, Simon groaned and chewed on his bottom lip. "FUCK! You're not just tight, but you're strong too! Whatever you're doing... AAARGH!... you're hitting every sensitive spot on my head."

What began as an uncoordinated motion by Michelle--that was, rocking her hips side-to-side--she quickly realized that the narrow opening of her pussy was a perfect fit and snuggly wrapped around the glans of her pussy-drunk suitor.

Michelle smiled to herself, 'with a cock like that, he could do anything. But as impressive as he is, it looks like my tight little pussy is gonna make him cum as easily as he made me.'

Michelle then began to purposefully rotate her hips and alternate a circular massaging motion with the fat head still stuffed inside her. Needing something to grab, Simon firmly grasped Michelle's legs from behind her knees and held them high in the air.

"????AAAAAH! FUCKS SAKE! JERKING OFF WITH YOUR CUM HAD ME SO CLOSE BEFORE! AAAH FUCK! THIS PUSSY IS TIGHTER THAN I IMAGINED! I'M NOT GONNA LAST LONG!????" Simon's face was twisted in pleasurable anguish.

It was a huge confidence boost to Michelle to see Simon succumb to the pleasures of her body, the same way she did to his. "OH YES! OH YES! You wanna cum! Don't you Simon! My fit body and tight pussy is driving you crazy!"

"FUCK YES!" Simon answered, sweating and beet red in the face. "I... AAH AAH... DON'T THINK IT'S EVER BEEN THIS SENSITIVE BEFORE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? I FEEL LIKE I'M ON FIRE!"

"Haah! Haah! It... it may be small, but my pussy is perfect for you! Isn't it!" Michelle's voice grew bolder.

"NNNNNGH! YES! P-P-PERFECT!" Simon stammered as he felt the strangest sensation encircle his head over and over again.

"Think about how much you love my pussy! It turns you on so much! You couldn't wait for me to cum! HAAAH! HAAAH! Oh god! You are a dirty boy-slut! Drinking my pussy squirt and jerking off with it! I'll make you addicted to me! You'll wanna use my cum for lube every time now!"

Michelle got carried away with her first foray into dirty talk, but it did the trick.

"OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT!" Simon screamed and panted over and over. "OHFUCKIT'STOOMUCH! I'MGONNACUMI'MGONNACUMI'MGONNACUM!"

"CUM FOR ME SIMON! CUM! OH SIMON! LET OUT ALL THAT THICK SPUNK!"

"????ARRRRRRGHHHH! I'M CUMMMMINNNNNNNNNNG!????"

????SPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURT!????

The first devastating explosion of cum was released inside Michelle's unprepared cunny hole. She felt a boiling, almost living, liquid swirling around inside her and filling every possible pore, fold, and tube. She even felt it stretch and expand her inner walls, and when Simon pulled out a thick gooey glob of pearly spunk SPURT from her gaping hole and struck his balls.

"FUCK THERE'S MORE!" Simon warned.

SPUUUUUUUURRT!

The subsequent loads of his revitalizing cream he aimed at her flawless fit body. A long ribbon of cum struck her face and open mouth, and trailed down her body between her perky breasts, and marked her down her stomach.

SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!

Simon had gripped his base and flexed his muscles to send shot and shot of backed-up batter all over the horny teen and cake her in layers upon layers of manly cum.

"GULP! Oh my god! Ha ha!" Michelle laughed. "That is a lot of cum! Hahaha! You know what? Just empty those giant nuts all over me! Give me the full treatment! Don't miss a single spot!" She tried to wipe cum from her eyes while her right hand mashed Simon's creamy swimmers all over her mound.

"Sssssssss," Simon sucked air through his teeth as he came down from his high. His cannon was still firing, but they were only weak shots that dribbled out of his slit and dripped onto her fingered cunt lips. "Unnnngh, that was incredible." He said with a throaty moan. "You... are incredible."

With his head spinning from the mind-wrecking orgasm, Simon nearly collapsed on top of Michelle but then slid down next to her on his side with his back facing the backrest of the couch.

"I'm almost afraid to move," Michelle said. "There's so much sitting on top of me, I don't want it to soak into your couch."

"Oh I'm gonna have to clean this couch, for sure." Simon's voice was actually giddy. "But just rest for a second. I want you here next to me."

Michelle could keep a satisfied smile from spreading across her face. Not only had she experienced an elevated sexual bliss, but she was able to bring her crush to the same euphoria. And after all that, all he wanted was her company.

"I don't suppose you have a towel nearby?" Michelle asked. "Our clothes are essentially rags now, they could probably clean some of this at least."

"I'll get you something in a minute." Simon promised, but in reality he had no intention of letting Michelle up until the cum had soaked into her pores and dried into a gummy texture onto her skin.

Michelle then felt Simon's strong left hand caress her chest, and he used his natural cream to massage her modest breasts in circles.

"Mmmmm," Michelle moaned at Simon's touch. "You're so strong, yet you're really gentle too." She complimented.

"Your skin is amazing." Simon replied. "I can't believe how smooth, and you're so soft it's insane."

"Why thank you," Michelle sweetly replied. "I can't really explain it. I mean, I'm out in the sun, but I've never really gone tanning or anything. Curse of being a redhead." She laughed.

"Mmmm, that's not a curse." Simon moaned into Michelle's left ear. "There's nothing that's a curse about you." He continued as his hand drifted up her body, pulling still liquid cum as it traveled, and smeared the seminal lotion on her shoulders and neck.

"Mmmm," the soothing caresses made Michelle moan as well. She had begun cupping more pearly cream and continually smeared it all around her still wet, glistening pussy lips. "The more I think about it, I should be grossed out that so much is soaking into my skin."

"Hmm?"

"But it's actually kind of nice. Kind of hot even." Michelle wanted to tell Simon how much lounging in his semen excited her, but she was at a loss for words.

"That's why I love pussy cum so much. God, it makes me incredibly hot." Simon replied.

"As much as I want to stay like this all day, I have to start thinking about how I'm gonna get home." Michelle spoke with a more serious tone. "I have no clothes to wear. And someone won't even let me up to wash off. How would I explain it to my mother if I showed up naked and covered in cum?" She giggled.

"Yeah... I'll have to think of something." Simon answered.

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"Uuuuugh," Simon groaned as he plowed through the front door into his house.

'What a day,' Simon thought to himself as he reflected on a significantly longer shift at work--to make up for several hours he missed during the week--and the additional errands he ran replacing items in the house and the extensive cleaning.

Simon moved towards the steps leading to the second floor, most likely to stash his keys and wallet in his room and change into something more comfortable--or into nothing at all--however, before he ascended the first step, he paused.

'Ugh. Don't even feel like going all the way upstairs.' Simon thought, which reflected his exhausted and defeated demeanor. 'Says a lot about my mood. Whatever,' he continued his inner-monologue as he turned from the steps and entered the living room.

Clink! Simon dropped his keys into a porcelain bowl on an end table and then plopped his wallet next to it. Then, in a swift, well-practiced maneuver, he pulled his shirt up with one hand and slipped it over his head. With each heel, he kicked his shoes off followed by the use of his big toes to pull off her socks. He stood in his mother's darkened house, wearing only his usual work khaki pants and some compression underwear. Finally, he was feeling more comfortable.

Simon then pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked the home screen.

'I should text Michelle. See how she made out.'

Simon's thumb hovered over Michelle's contact, but he never tapped the 'message' icon.

"Sigh," Simon sighed to himself. 'I'll do it later. She's sweet, but it could turn into a whole big thing. And I could really use a night to just crash.'

Simon lazily shuffled deeper into the house until he entered the kitchen and stood like a poorly-postured lump staring into his mother's fridge.

'Something to drink first,' Simon thought as he picked up a large jug of a pre-mixed fruit-flavored protein drink he had mixed earlier that day.

"Gulp... gulp... gulp... AAAH!" A little more than half of the jug was still full, and Simon had nearly drained the contents in one thirsty display.

'Really hits the spot,' Simon licked his lips, 'but I think I'm gonna need something stronger soon.' He was already planning his next vintage as he thought about the liquor cabinet in the den.

As Simon tipped the large jug again, he glanced to his right and caught the hot tub on the patio. 'Oh yeah. Keep forgetting that's there.'

"Gulp! Swallow!" Simon polished off the protein drink. 'Perfect way to relax tonight. Probably should wait for Mom, but I need this.'

Simon walked to the rear glass sliding door and exited onto the patio. After grabbing a water-testing kit he had left on his mother's patio table, he lifted the hot tub cover and felt the steam open the pores in his face.

'Just gonna check the PH levels real quick. Not sure I did this correctly before. I know it doesn't need that much chlorine, but it still look like enough.'

Once satisfied with the state of the hot tub water, Simon unfastened the button on his pants and pulled down his zipper, and prepared to stand in his mother's backyard completely in the nude. Just as he hooked his thumbs into the waist of his khakis and underwear, his phone had started buzzing like crazy.

"What now?" Simon griped even though there was nobody there. He pulled his phone from his loose pants, and the name appearing on his call screen seemed to glare at him. It read, "Gamma."

"Sigh." Simon huffed. 'Better take this.'

"Hi Gamma," Simon began.

"Simon!" The voice over Simon's phone rang out. "I'm glad to hear you haven't forgotten who this is."

Simon was flustered. His grandmother had always been overly sweet to him, but her cherub-like demeanor could turn on a dime if she felt maliciously disrespected. "I'm really sorry, I just..." Simon tried to explain but was cut off.

"A call from my grandson, nearly every two weeks since graduating high school, like clockwork. But then suddenly, without explanation, I haven't heard from him all month." Simon's grandmother then gave out a very sad sounding sigh. "Sigh... I suppose this is on me; thinking that it would last forever."

'Is this where Aunt Ams gets it?' Simon thought as a jest to himself.

"I swear I didn't do this on purpose." Simon replied emphatically. "I've been stretched thin at work, and Mom's sisters came into town. I swear as soon as things calmed down I was going to call you again."

"Hmm," Simon's grandmother replied in a humoring tone. "I was really beginning to worry about you. And you don't want to make me worry, right? It's not good for me at my age." Having raised three daughters, she really knew how to work in some guilt.

"I'm really, really sorry Gamma." Simon repeated that apology several times. "This was not to spite you, I swear. And... I promise to make it up to you."

"Really?"

"Absolutely." Simon assured his mother's mother.

"Good. You can start by opening the front door and letting me in."

♫ Next time on Slut Son ♫

Margaret Hightower, the powerful, and statuesque matriarch of the family, and Simon Memphis' grandmother, arrives at her youngest daughter's house under the guise of ascertaining the status of her most favored grandchild. Wiser than she is beautiful, she quickly surmises that all is not normal in Candice's house. And how far is Margaret willing to let things go to find out what's been happening within the quiet coastal home?

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Author's Appreciation

Thank you for reading the nineteenth chapter of the Slut Son series. Outside of numerous challenges just from life, this turned out to be an incredibly difficult chapter; as I began to map out the events, I was having trouble concluding Huana's arc and introducing Simon's grandmother in a single installment without making it an exceptionally long read. It went through several re-writes and plot changes before I just had to settle with its current state and publish the best version I could. To everyone who has given me a follow/favorite, and written feedback, I truly appreciate your time and the fact that you gave my series a read among so many amazing stories. My primary focus is to entertain, so each and every fan, every read, and every rating, is a big deal to me. If you enjoyed this entry, and feel its warranted, please rate this chapter and give this a favorite and/or me a follow, and I hope you'll check back for future entries in this series. Please leave a comment as well; I enjoy reading the feedback and there have been some great suggestions that are helping me get better.

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