My Father, My Bully Ch. 02

Hey. It's still me, Mark Gordon.

I'm more than a little nervous. I'm supposed to be getting married this week to the indisputable love of my life, Mandi Jackson.

Mandi is a little bit younger than me, as she will be turning 22 later this year. We met in college, where I was studying History and she was studying Theology. She's about 5'2", with flaming red hair, frame glasses, pale skin with only slight freckling... God, she's gorgeous!

Best of all - at least to me - she's a GOOD GIRL. She was raised in a very Godly home, and her father was a Baptist Minister. She's had boyfriends in the past, but has done nothing beyond holding hands and the occasional make out session. That includes with me! She believes very much in saving herself for marriage.

Well... at least she did.

I had told her all about my dad, and everything that happened between me and him - not just that, but how he was even before I met him; hell, even before I was born! He impregnated my mom while he was dating her mom, and he ultimately left my mom for the 18 year old babysitter hired to look after me. Just an absolute piece of shit.

Mandi would hold me when I would talk about my high school experiences, and reassure me - telling me that I was with her now, and I had nothing to worry about anymore. She hated the very idea of who my dad was - she said that he sounded godless and infested with demons - and if she ever had anything to do with him, it would be to either spit in his face or try and pray his lust filled demons out of him.

I was foolish enough to believe her.

See, about three weeks ago, I guess that my dad heard I was getting married, and somehow he found out where I was living, and showed up on my doorstep. He said that he was proud of me, and wanted to help with the wedding.

I was pissed, and told him that if he didn't leave, I would be calling the cops. I should have stuck with that resolve. He peddled me a pity story, I believed it, and before you know it, he was crashing on my couch.

I told Mandi about it, and she was pissed. I had never seen her so irate before! I begged her to stay away from him, despite her indignation and desire to put him in his place. She reluctantly agreed.

Look, I will let her tell you what happened next in her own words. I don't want to speak for her - suffice it to say that I will be walking down that aisle in about 4 days, and I am not certain if my young bride will be there to meet me, or if she will have chosen to instead be with my now 80 year old dad.

My heart is in turmoil, and my stomach is in knots. I hate him. I hate everything about him.

Let me take you back to when I was 18, and my mom had just died. I met my aunt at my mom's funeral - and she, too, had been knocked up by my dad, three times at that. She encouraged me to reach out to my dad, just like my mom did before she died.

Reluctantly, I called him, and he seemed receptive if not outright excited by the idea. He wired me $2,000 which I pocketed, and instead drove my KIA to Texas.

To meet my dad.

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I was unprepared for the Texas heat as I pulled into my dad's town, not far from Tyler. It was early September, and I would be in time to register for my Senior year at the local high school, if not just a little late.

I followed the instructions I had put into Google Maps, and I was more than a little bit concerned as I noticed that it was taking me further and further into the heart of the city, into the, shall we say, not so nice areas of town.

Google Maps took me to a trailer park, Sunny Days Mobile Home Park. I swallowed hard. I guess that I hadn't ever really confronted the biases I held, because my first thought was, "My dad is trailer trash?!" which was immediately followed by the realization that I was now going to be trailer trash as well.

I didn't know that part of me existed, and I didn't quite like it. I swallowed it down and buried it deep. I didn't know any of these people, and I had no right to judge them. Besides, it's not as though my mom and I had been living amongst the upper crust ourselves.

I navigated slowly through the trailer park, probably looking every bit the creeper, as I looked for my dad's trailer. Some trailers were dilapidated and run down, others obviously had great care and expense invested into them, with their owners adding on swimming pools and front decks. I was feeling better about things all ready.

There were lots of people out and about, as it was now late morning. Practically everyone waved at me invitingly, and I couldn't help but wonder if this sort of friendliness was a Texas thing, or indigenous to Sunny Days.

Finally, I found it - 147 Austin. It was a white single wide, with a rickety white porch leading to the front door. The paint on both the trailer and the porch was chipped and fading. Discarded beer cans decorated the landscape. And right there, in the front yard, were two motorcycles, and two men who were working on them. One was short and squat, probably about 5'7" or so, with a massive beer belly. He wore a black vest covered in patches, a white undershirt covered in stains, a Budweiser baseball cap, and sunglasses. He looked to be somewhere in his 70s, with shaggy grey hair growing past his ears, and a equally grey goatee.

No doubt about it, this was J. D. Livingston. This was my dad.

The other man was massive - probably 6'2", and easily 400 pounds. He looked to be about my dad's age, dressed in a very similar manner, except that he opted for a black bandana over his head as opposed to the baseball cap, and he had a long, scraggly grey beard that grew to his chest, but no mustache.

They both stopped what they were doing and fixed their attention on me, as I eased my car to a stop. J. D. stood to his feet, wrench in hand, and took a step or two towards the car, as the big fat man slowly stood behind him.

I exited the car slowly, smiling in as friendly a manner as I could, holding up my hands to show them I had no weapons and bore no ill intent. J. D. spat on the ground, and the fat man immediately mimicked him, and then they both stared at me in a challenging manner.

"Something I can help you with, mister?" my dad huffed, sticking out his chest. I smiled and came to a stop, maybe five feet away. Hopefully out of wrench swinging range.

"Dad... dad, it's me, Mark. Julianna's son? We spoke on the phone? You said that I cou-"

"SUMBITCH!," my dad exclaimed, interrupting me. He dropped the wrench and waddled up to me, wrapping his beefy arms around me in a familial embrace. "Hell yeah I remember that, boy! Didn't quite know if 'n when you were comin'! Good God Almighty, it's good to finally meet you, son!"

He released me from the hug, and keeping one arm around my shoulder, gestured towards the giant fat man with his other hand. I could immediately smell the fat man's body odor on the slight breeze, but I did my best to not let my face betray my disgust. "That there's Tiny. You'll be seein' him around a lot around here. He's my best friend."

I smiled at Tiny and offered him my hand. He chortled, showing a mouthful of yellow and missing teeth, as he took my hand into his and shook it vigorously. "Pleased to meetcha!" he squealed.

J. D. bent down with a grown and opened the lid of the giant white cooler on the ground. He reached into it and retrieved a can of beer from the ice and chucked it to Tiny, who caught it deftly with one hand and immediately cracked it open. He looked back at me as he fished around inside the ice.

"Well, let's look into getting you settled. Wanna beer?"

I shook my head and waved my hands. "Oh no, no thank you. I don't really drink."

J. D. pulled out a beer and chucked it at me, and it hit me in my abdomen. Winded, I reflexively caught it before it could drop to the ground. Tiny laughed his wheezing laugh that I would come to hate, as J. D. pulled himself out a beer and cracked it open as he closed the cooler lid.

"Nonsense! You will if you live here," he said with a chuckle, before rearing his head all the way back and lifting the can to his lips, taking a swig from it, even as the excess beer dribbled out of the corners of his mouth and onto his shirt.

He lowered the can, and emitted an overly theatrical "AHHHHH" of satisfaction, before crooking his head back at me. "So you still in school, right? You all ready get yourself signed up?"

"Oh no, not yet," I replied. "I figured that I would take today to kinda settle, and sign up first thing tomorrow morning, and start then."

"Mighty fine," J. D. said, emptying the remaining contents of his can in one more swig. He crushed the can in his hands and tossed it aside, carelessly into the yard. "It's a damn fine school. Hell, you'll do just fine there. You'll love it. Your momma had a hell of a head on her shoulders, too, you know."

"And they got a lotta hotties there, too!" Tiny exclaimed, punctuating it with his wheezing laugh. I was kinda grossed out by a man his age saying such a thing, so I didn't respond. I didn't need to, because the next distraction came as the front door to the trailer swung open, and a young woman emerged from it.

She looked to be about my age, and was clad in the shorts and top of a basketball player. She had golden brown hair and blue eyes, and was very beautiful. She was tall, about 5'11", and had firm, slightly muscular arms and toned thighs. A small brown purse swung from her shoulders as she raced down the steps.

I couldn't believe it! Not only did I gain a dad, but I also had a step sister! Not going to lie, this prospect kind of excited me. "They're going to start basketball practice without me!"

"Shit, I'm late," she exclaimed, as she made a mad dash through the front yard. J. D. held out his arm like a road block, as it went across the girl's chest and halted her progress. J. D. gestured to me with his other arm.

"Mikayla, this is my son, Mark. He's going to be staying with us." Mikayla smiled and waved her fingers at me in greeting, and I nodded my head, offering my own smile. J. D. continued.

"Now, just like you, he just turned 18, and will be enrolling in the high school tomorrow. He's going to be in your Senior Class. Will you help him out tomorrow? See he gets adjusted just right?"

Mikayla smiled again, hands confidently upon her hips as she studied me. "Sure thing. I'll be happy to. Tell you what, Mark, I will give you a ride! Sound good...?"

I sputtered at her generosity. "S-sure thing! Sounds great! Thank you!" Man, my step-sister is cool!

"Then that's settled," J. D. said. He then turned directly to face Mikayla, his hands on both of her upper arms. "Now then, Micky, before you go, Tiny and I were planning on having some beers this evening."

"Oh!", Mikayla exclaimed, and immediately unzipped her purse, and dug through it's contents. She produced a handful of crumpled bills, and offered them to J. D. "I only have $60 - is that okay?"

J. D. took the bills with a scowl. "It'll work for now, but stop by the ATM on the way over here tonight. You... ARE staying over here tonight, right?"

Mikayla zipped up her purse and smiled at J. D., putting her arms around her neck. "Are you kidding me? You bet I am!"

With that, the two brought their heads together and kissed - a sloppy, loud, tongues wagging kind of kiss. A kiss that implied nothing about love, but plenty of sex. I was stunned, and couldn't help but watch as my father's massive, fat, swollen hair covered hands grabbed Mikayla's ass cheeks, and squeezed and rubbed them. She moaned with satisfaction, and Tiny elbowed me, to make certain I didn't miss the free show.

Reluctantly, Mikayla broke away from the kiss, and offered him one last closed lip kiss, her arms around his neck. "I'll see you tonight, okay baby?"

J. D. smiled. "You gonna stay over?"

Mikayla narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. "You're damn right I will be - not that you will let me get any sleep!"

J. D. swatted her on the ass as she ran off, and she yelped playfully. She arrived at her car, a late model 4 Runner, and waved over at me. "Bye, Tiny! Bye, Mark! Don't forget - you're riding with me in the morning!"

She unlocked the car door and got in. As she started the engine, J. D. cupped his mouth and yelled at her, "Don't forget my money tonight!" She beeped her car horn in affirmation as she drove off, and J. D. smiled arrogantly at me. "It's nothing serious," he said to me. "They come and go. Now then - let's get you settled in!"

Mikayla was not my step-sister. She was 18 years old, just like me, and she was fucking my 70 something year old dad. I should have taken that as a sign. I should have run.

But I didn't. Instead, I allowed him to lead me into the trailer, his arm around my neck, and Tiny behind us. Oh, how I would come to rue that decision.

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The inside of the trailer wasn't much more impressive than it's exterior. The living room had one lime green vinyl sofa seated directly beneath the window, and facing the television. A armchair covered in dog hair and mystery stains was to its left, and in between them was a small stand, it's top littered with emptied and crushed beer cans, and an ashtray overflowing with discarded butts and a mountain of greying ash.

The carpet was a dark brown, outdated shag, and the only decorations on the wall was a framed poster of the Budweiser Clydesdales, and another poster featuring a well endowed, bottle blonde who looked like she stepped straight out of the 80s. She was ascending from a swimming pool, and a yellow lettered caption read, "Get Me Wet!"

There was a bookshelf beside the TV, devoid of any actual books. In their place were a collection of old vinyl records, their spines creased with age, and torn to the point of barely being legible. To the immediate right was a hallway, leading to a bathroom on the left, and ending in the darkened doorway of a bedroom.

J. D. pointed his thumb in this direction. "That there's my room," he said. He then gestured across the living room, where another hallway loomed beyond the kitchen. "Your room's over yonder."

Taking the initiative, I made my way across the living room and through the kitchen. There was a simple, aged wooden table with three mismatched lawn chairs, a sink overflowing with dishes and cups and being circled by a cloud of flies, a countertop littered with beer cans and chip bags, and a medium sized fridge. A musty smell hung heavy over the entire area.

I moved into the hall, and the layout was similar to the other - a bathroom on my left, and a room at the end. My dad followed closely behind me, both of us dwarfed by Tiny's massive frame and his constant wheezing.

I finally entered the room, and my dad flicked the light on. It was a small room, with a simple twin bed in one corner. There was an antique television across from it, sitting on an old tv tray. The framed visage of Dale Earnhardt Jr. overlooked it all with his inscrutable expression.

"Here you go, son," J. D. said. "Home." I nodded, and walked over to the bed, sitting my weary body into it.

"Tell you what, kiddo," he continued. "Tiny and I will leave you to it for a spell. Get some rest, okay? We'll help you bring in your things later. Mikayla will be over tonight, and we'll have ourselves some dinner. Sound good?"

At the mention of dinner, my brain and body were both suddenly reminded that I hadn't had anything to eat since the night prior, and my empty stomach rumbled in protest. I was absolutely starving!

But more than that, my eyes burned with fatigue, my body ached, and my head throbbed in exhaustion. I had just completed a nearly eleven hour car ride, and that was after a nearly sleepless night, as the nerves and anxiety over meeting my father kept me up almost all night.

"That's... that's actually a great idea, J. D. - uh, dad. I am beat. I have never driven more than 3 hours straight before, so I am absolutely bushed! You wouldn't mind if I crashed for a little bit?"

J. D. and Tiny both laughed, and Tiny playfully slapped my back with such force that it nearly toppled me over, and my back stung. So far, I really thought that they seemed like nice enough guys.

"Hell no, son, ain't nobody gonna think less of you for grabbing a cat nap after a drive like that! Go ahead, make yourself comfortable and get some shut eye - this is your home, now. Ok? Tiny and I are gonna go grab your things from the car and put them in the living room until you're ready. Sound good?"

I was now sitting on the edge of the mattress, untying the he laces of my shoes. I could immediately deduce that my dad didn't do much in the way of entertaining by the cloud of dust that kicked up from the bed as I sat onto it.

"That sounds great, dad. Listen... I can't thank you enough for everything you are doing for me. It means a lot... thank you." I removed both shoes, and wordlessly looked down at my toes wiggling in my socks, my brain awash in so many conflicting thoughts. "I... I still can't believe that I am here. That I am here with you... you know? I never thought that I was going to even meet you."

Tiny lowered his head, and slowly walked out of the room, perhaps uncomfortable with dealing with familial emotions. J. D. looked at me silently and thoughtfully for a few moments, a warm smile crossing his lips. He dimmed the lights, and began to close the door as he backed out of the room, until only his head and shoulders remained.

"Everyone needs family, son. Especially with everything you have been through. I'm glad to meet you, son... now get some rest."

With that, my dad gently closed the door, and I was left alone with my thoughts. So this was my new life... I was still trying to process everything, and I had no idea how to feel about any of it. But my dad seemed very welcoming, and very happy to have me here.

I sighed, and closed my eyes, hoping that my mind and body - and, of course, my spirit - would now be able to find some rest. As exhaustion washed over my body and I finally began to feel sleep stealing over my weary body, I reflected upon the fact that, in that moment, I felt at peace, and I felt like I had finally met my father, and I could trust him.

I have never been more wrong about something in my whole life.

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I awoke with a start, my body covered in a thin coat of sweat. Moonlight came in through the dirty and broken window blinds, and I sat up in bed, my heart beating and my mind racing.

Where was I? Where's mom? What's going on? What woke me up?

As consciousness rudely began to spread throughout my head, slowly chasing away the clouds and the confusion, the reality of my situation began to come back to me, answering my questions one by one.

That's right, I am in Texas now. I am at my dad's place. My mom, she... she's dead, now. I'm staying here, in Texas, with my dad.

There was a dull ache in my heart as I remembered that my mom was gone, but that wasn't anything new. That was a morning ritual ever since I had lost her, and I had no doubts that it would continue to be a morning ritual for the foreseeable future. I mean, at what point do you finally stop missing your mother?

That just left the other questions - what was going on, and what had woken me up?

I began to rub my eyes as I pondered the situation at hand, and tried to clear my head as my fatigue and consciousness had a wrestling match inside my skull.

Then I heard it again, and my heart stopped.

It sounded like a woman yelping, perhaps in pain or surprise, accompanied by this constant, rhythmic pounding. What the hell was going on?! And who was that I heard crying out?!

I suddenly remembered my dad's teenage girlfriend, Mikayla, and how my dad said that she would be coming over again later tonight. Maybe that was her voice, then - but why was she crying out?!

Look, I know what you are thinking, okay? And yes, I admit it - I was as naive as hell. But I didn't really have any experience with women, you know? And I am ashamed to admit this now, but I think that there was a part of me that was still trying to process the fact that I lived in a trailer park now, and the fact that I automatically assumed that someone must have broken in and was assaulting Mikayla shows you my uneducated bias at the time.

Like I said, I'm not exactly proud of the fact that I thought like that, okay? It was a bullshit attitude.

At any rate, I was completely awake now, and my nerves were alert as adrenaline coursed through my body. Fight or flight and all that jazz. I was clad only in my socks and my boxers, and looking around the room for a makeshift weapon, I spied a clawhammer and screwdriver on the windowsill.

It would have to do.

Taking them both into my hands, I nervously crept into the hallway, taking great care to not put any weight on my feet causing the floor to creak. The element of surprise was about all I had going in my favor.

The steady thumping sound was also accompanied by the sounds of a continuous slapping, and poor Mikayla sobbing and moaning in pain. What were they doing to this poor girl?! Whatever was going on, it was being done in the living room, straight ahead of me now, on just the other side of the kitchen counter.

Hold on, Mikayla. I'm coming.

Little did I know that I wasn't the only one who was coming.

I was holding my breath in anxiety and excitement as I stood by the kitchen counter, gripping the handle of the hammer so tightly it hurt. Here... we... GO!

I jumped into the living room, ready to attack the perpetrator. Well, what I saw instead was my dad, completely naked, sitting on his recliner. Mikayla was sitting in his lap, facing him, her hands meeting behind his neck. She was bouncing up and down and writhing on his lap, and that was when I noticed that she was in her basketball uniform still, her shorts and panties pulled all the way down to her sneakers, and her top was pulled up enough to reveal her magnificent teenage breasts, bouncing up and down hypnotically along with her steady pounding as she rode my father's naked, elderly, hairy cock like a seasoned cowboy trying to break a wild bronco.

My jaw fell open, and I dropped the hammer and screwdriver in surprise. I hadn't been here even six hours yet, and all ready I am seeing my dad's cock. Great. Just fucking great.

Look, I will be honest with you - I was jealous as hell watching Mikayla go crazy as she fucked my father. And why the hell shouldn't I be - she was closer to my age - 18, just like me - than to his, as he was somewhere in his 70s. In a fair and just world, she should have been fucking me, not him!

Still, I couldn't deny how fucking hot she looked riding and grinding on his cock like she was born to do it. Still wearing her basketball uniform - even her sneakers - really elevated the visual, as if fucking this old man was part of her regular athletic routine ( and for all I knew, it may very well have been). I just hope that she was better at offense than she was at defense, because if she was trying to prevent him from scoring, well...

In addition to the basketball uniform and her brown hair up in a simple ponytail, I suppose that it was the contrast in body types that really drove home the eroticism of this coupling. She was very obviously much younger, her tan skin smooth and shiny, in direct opposition to his obscenely pale white, flabby body, all of which was coated in a thick mane of white and grey hairs. Her thighs and arms were firm and muscular, and beneath her beautiful, swelling breasts was the unmistakable taut, flat tummy of the athlete, and as she breathed you could very well spot her 6 pack abs. Her body was dynamite - hell, it was perfection!

Which made it all the more confusing that she would willingly share it with someone like my dad. Not only was he almost 60 years older than her, but he was fat and gross - his flabby stomach and breasts bounced as she rode his cock like an obscene parody of her magnificent titties, which made my mouth water just looking at them.

My dad must have thought the same thing, as he leaned his head forward and instantly began to suckle and nibble on her tits. "Jesus, J. D. - YES!" she cried out, slowing her up and down motions and opting instead to now slowly grind back and forth on his unprotected cock, her motions determining how deeply she allowed him to penetrate her pussy - and judging by her current expression, I guess that she was allowing him to go pretty deep.

Her lips began to twist and spasm into different shapes, almost as though they were struggling to form words, but no sound escaped them. Her hips began to grind with more determination now, and finally she growled, "Fuck, J. D. - FUCK! I am going to cum on your cock again!"

J. D. cackled at this, a sinister sounding cackle that made your skin crawl and made you feel like you had cockroaches running down your spine. Even then, in the midst of pleasure, he can't help but be repugnant and vile. I seriously don't understand what these teenage girls see in him.

But this particular teenage girl, Mikayla, must see something, as she arched her back, her face now upside down as it contorts itself in pleasure; pushing out her all ready impressive bosom even further. J. D. greedily buries his face in between them, and Mikayla's eyes roll into the back of her head as she gives herself over to her orgasm. Her jaw seems to grind and flap open and closed, and finally she moans like a ghost on it's first haunting, as the wave of pleasure travels down the length of her entire body, her muscular thighs seeming to spasm against his beefy legs, and I imagine her delicate teenage toes curling.

Her energy spent, the teenager slumped forward, the side of her head coming to a rest against my dad's beefy moobs. He wraps his arms around her waist, holding her steady and ensuring that she doesn't fall over, as he continues to pump his engorged cock into her, until finally I watch as his eyes squint closed, his nose snorts, and he curses aloud through gritted teeth, and I noted with a sick sensation in my stomach that my dad had not only just orgasmed, but that he had also just finished inside the pussy of his teenage lover, flooding it with his alarmingly fertile old man cum.

Some things never change, I guess.

The two sat there together, their bodies glistening with sweat as my dad held her against his chest, the only thing preventing her from collapsing onto the floor in a spent, used up pile. The only sounds audible in the silent trailer was the sounds of them panting to catch their breath, the greenhouse -like scent of their mingled reproductive releases conflicting with the stale smell of cigarettes and spilled beer.

I stood there for a few moments, studying their contrasting bodies, feeling equal parts aroused and disgusted. I couldn't help but imagine what her parents would think if they were to see the nearly naked body of their 18 year old daughter, the apple of their eye, slumped and spent against the fat body of an old man in his 70s, after he had just used her body as little more than a receptacle for his pleasure.

Shaking my head - and desperate to get away from this sight before I had to really process the complicated reactions it was causing in my body and in my mind - I walked back into the kitchen, opening the fridge in search of a nice cool drink.

The sounds of the refrigerator door opening and the small ray of light emanating from inside of it must have roused them from their post-coitus rest, as Mikayla's head rose from my dad's chest in a near panic, scanning the entire area to isolate the source of the distraction. Upon seeing me, she narrowed her eyes sleepily and offered me a warm, friendly smile, lifting her left hand in a failed attempt to calm the frantic crown of chaos that was her hair. "Oh, hey, it's you," she said. "How's it going? You get settled in okay?"

If nothing else, I can honestly say that Mikayla is not lacking in confidence, and that modesty is not something that holds her back. As she talked to me and attempted to tame her hair back into a manageable state, she never attempted to lower her basketball uniform to conceal her exposed, glorious breasts, and even as she slowly stood, dismounting from my father's erect, cum covered penis, she was in no rush to lift her panties or basketball shorts in order to conceal her womanhood.

I retrieved a can of RC Cola from the fridge, popping the top open and taking a swig, the carbonated beverage popping in my mouth. "Yeah, I think so. I took a nap and slept way longer than I meant to," I answered.

I couldn't help but study the magnificence of her teenage body, still glowing and glistening after a rigorous bout of aggressive sex with her elderly lover. Her breasts were simply perfect - round, firm and fat, and still perky with youth. Her nipples pointed forward, like alert sentries, vigilant against any threats. Her stomach was flat and firm, with her 6 pack visible as she breathed in and out, and her round hips, built to create and sustain life.

And then, of course, there was her magnificent, shaven mound. It was difficult to envision how heavenly it must look in it's natural state, for now, after having received a vigorous fucking from my elderly father, it looked stretched out and abused, and overflowing with thick, molasses-like rivers of my dad's excess cum seeping out of it. Mikayla cupped her right hand beneath her womanhood, trying to capture as much of the overspill as she could as she looked down at it, her face recoiling in disgust and horror.

"Jesus, J. D.," she cursed. "Look at this... why the hell do you cum so damn much? Thank God that I am on birth control!" She rubbed the excess jizz over her groin, then lifted her two fingers to her mouth, licking them clean.

J. D. stood to his feet with a groan, lowering the leg rest of his recliner, equally as unabashed in concealing his nakedness. "Yeah, you're on birth control for now. Wait until I find them pills of yours... I'm gonna flush them down the commode!"

He playfully slapped her naked ass cheek, causing her to yelp, as he turned his attention to me. "Hey, there he is... evenin', son. Ya hungry? Tiny's on his way over with some bar-b-que."

Mikayla rolled her eyes as she pulled up her shorts, and lowered her top, concealing her nakedness. "Tiny? Ugh. You better tell him to watch his hands tonight. I think that he still wants to talk you into a threesome."

I swallowed the rest of the RC Cola, offering my dad a smile.

"I'm always up for some bar-b-que. Sounds great to me!"

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Tiny showed up about forty five minutes later, arms loaded with bags from some local BBQ dive, and - of course - a case of beer.

And, in what shouldn't have come as a surprise to me based upon what I had all ready seen at this point, Mikayla apparently paid for the meal and for the beer. She point blank asked Tiny if there was any change and for any receipts, and while I can't accuse Tiny of having much in the brains department, even I was impressed with the deftness and agility with which he successfully dodged these questions all night until Mikayla, either exhausted of the subject or having thoroughly finally gotten the point, dropped it all together.

I gotta say, the BBQ was sensational. I'm not going to pretend that I am necessarily an expert on the subject or anything, but I don't think that I have ever had such delicious, tender BBQ before that night, or since.

J. D. offered me beer more than once, which I politely declined, opting instead to alternate between RC Cola and Barq's Root Beer. J. D., Tiny and even Mikayla helped themselves to the beer - Mikayla, being 18 like me, was a legal adult but still below the legal drinking age, but I decided not to push the issue.

Before dinner, Mikayla and J. D. had taken a shower together, and now she was wearing a white tank top with no bra beneath, and what appeared to be volleyball shorts, so throughout the meal it was very difficult for me to not have my attention diverted towards her voluptuous, athletic body.

Jeez, dad, you lucky old bastard.

My dad, in between generous bites of the savory meat and sips of beer, actually had his attention focused on me for the entirety of the meal. We sat at the rickety table in the kitchen - my dad at the head, me on his left, Mikayla on his right, and Tiny's ample frame beside her ( Tiny had 2 plates of ample portions set before him, and had no troubles putting it away).

He was surprisingly soft spoken and thoughtful as he asked me questions about my upbringing, and a lot of questions about my mom. Initially, my guard was up when talking to him about her, but after a while it appeared to me that he actually still had very tender thoughts about her, and maybe she wasn't just another pump and dump for him. Maybe I had misjudged him this entire time, I thought to myself.

God, I was naive.

Beside him, Tiny - obviously quite drunk - continued to paw and put his greasy, sauce laden fingers all over Mikayla's supple body. J. D. either paid this no mind or simply didn't care it as Mikayla continued to slap Tiny's chubby, sausage fingers away and curse him beneath her breath as he ran his hands up and down her thighs, or tried to sneak his predatory fingers beneath her shirt to play with her stomach, or more likely, find their way to her ripe, full bosom. He would grab her hand and bring it to his food filled mouth, kissing her hand and then kissing up her arm, which caused her yelling to give way to giggling.

"Your mother was a damn fine woman," J. D. said to me thoughtfully. "Damn fine. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her, or curse my damn fool self for splittin' the way I did. I did her wrong, and I did you wrong, son. Now, it's too late to make things right with her, but I'm gonna make things right with you. I'm gonna make damn sure that you live up to the potential I know that you have."

I lowered my fork, processing his words. I didn't know how to take them. I had hated this man for so long, and now I was being forced to re-evaluate everything I had felt and thought about him. I remembered that expression on my mom's face that night when she showed me the photo album, and how obvious it was to me that she still loved him, and how foolish I thought that was.

I'm sorry, mom.

Tiny was now nibbling and kissing on the right side of Mikayla's neck, and her eyes were closed and her mouth hanging open as she moaned softly, and I could make out the shape of Tiny's large, stupid hand now beneath her tank top, squeezing and massaging her right breast. Again, dad just didn't seem to notice or care.

"Now, look," my dad continued. "I know that this place doesn't look like much, but it's home, and you're welcome to anything in it. I want you to focus on your school work - if you've got a fraction of your mama's brains, then I know that you got a helluva future ahead of you."

He emptied the rest of his beer can, his 6th, and belched, reaching into the pack and retrieving another. "So you focus on your school work, all right? Don't go worrying about jobs or nothing like that - it may not look like it, but Tiny and I have a lot of money squirreled away, so if you need anything, you just ask, you hear me? Isn't that right, Tiny?"

He looked over to see his morbidly obese, equally ancient friend Tiny full on making out with his own teenage girlfriend - their tongues were swirling together loudly and grossly, and Mikayla was turned around in her seat to face Tiny, her arms behind his neck and drawing his wrinkled, bearded face in closer, while his massive hands had her top lifted, her now almost familiar breasts exposed as his hands greedily squeezed and caressed them possessively, eliciting excited growls out of her.

Rather than get upset at this indiscretion, my father, clad only in his plaid boxers and black socks, leaned back in his chair, his massive, hairy belly and jiggly breasts pushed forward ( though compared to Tiny, he looked almost downright emaciated). His left hand playfully smacked my right shoulder, ensuring my attention, as his right thumb pointed towards this gross display of age gap lust displayed before us. "Look at these two," he chuckled. "Barely finished their meal, and they're all ready for desert."

My head swam in confusion - confusion at the conflict between how I had long felt and thought about my dad, and the more generous, thoughtful, and dare I say loving man I got a glimpse at tonight. I couldn't even begin to process or even begin to attempt to figure out how the interpersonal relationships between these two men in their seventies and this 18 year old high school girl worked.

My swirl of thoughts was interrupted by the sounds of my dad scooting back his chair on the kitchen tile, and then the sounds of him clearing his throat, gaining the attention of Tiny and Mikayla, and momentarily halting their lustful exchange.

"Well, it's a little after nine, and tomorrow is a school day. Mikayla, I am entrusting you to get my son to school, and help him get started on his way. And I especially am trusting you to help him avoid any of those trouble making devil women who will only distract him. Can I trust you to do that?"

Mikayla giggled, trying to talk as Tiny continued to gobble loudly on her neck. "Of course, J. D," she said, before smiling at me. "Don't worry, Marky - I know every body at that school, and my boyfriend Griffith is the quarterback on the football team. I'm going to make sure that you have the best senior year ever."

I smiled in appreciation, lowering my gaze as I thoughtfully played with the pull tab on my empty root beer can. I couldn't help but wonder about this Griffith, and if he knew that his girlfriend was being treated like a plaything by two drunk men in their 70s.

My ruminations were cut short by my dad bidding me a good night, and good luck for the following day. With that, he stood to his feet with a groan and walked by Mikayla and Tiny, once again engaged in their deep tongue kisses. "Come on, you two," he intoned as he passed them, headed towards his bedroom. "Time for bed."

Obediently, Tiny stood to his feet, and despite being a man easily in his mid seventies, playfully scooped Mikayla up into his arms. She yelped in playful surprise, and her drunken lustful giggling slowly diminished as they left the kitchen, crossed the living room, down the hall, and joined J. D. in his bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

I sat alone at the table, in the dark, meditating on my thoughts for quite some time, until the sounds of bed springs, female moaning and a headboard's rhythmic pounding against the wall proved to be too much for me, and I retreated to my room.

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"Fucking shit! FUCK!"

The shouted vulgarities startled me awake and I immediately sat up in bed, blinking my eyes in confusion as I tried to gain my bearings. Before my head could be cleared, Mikayla was in my doorway, stark naked; her firm, athletic, perfect teenage body coated in dried sweat. Red handprints were evident on her breasts and ass, dried streams of excess semen were caked and flaking on her thick, muscular inner thighs; and her perfect shaven mound of womanhood, just hours ago reddened, stretched out and abused, had just about recaptured it's natural state of pink perfection.

Her hair was an unruly crown of brunette curls, almost resembling Medusa with her untamed mane. Her lips were smeared with crimson lipstick, and her cheeks bore the remnants of mascara and dried semen. Her neck, chest and shoulders were covered in bruises and dark blemishes.

Hickeys.

"That fucking alarm didn't go off AGAIN," she growled. "We gotta get up and get ready in a hurry if you don't want to be late on your first day!"

With that, she stamped her feet off in the direction of the opposite end of the trailer, and I rubbed my weary eyes and yawned.

This was not how I wanted to make my first impression at school.

I did a quick cleansing routine - a dab of deodorant, a quick brush of the teeth - and put on a simple polo shirt, new jeans, and boots, and sat quietly in the living room, waiting for Mikayla. I had my backpack ready, and laid my head back against the sofa wearily, trying to remember if there was anything else I needed to bring with me, while also fighting off the persuasive talk to of fatigue. The trailer was dark and quiet, and other than running water and Mikayla's muffled curses, there were no other signs of life.

Finally, just as my eyelids had begun to droop and I began to feel my consciousness wane, the door to my dad's bedroom swung open, and out emerged Mikayla. Despite everything I had seen her do and seen done to her, I couldn't deny that she was an absolute smokeshow.

I guess that she had clothes stored at my dad's place, because she came out wearing sandals, tight jeans that really accentuated and complimented her firm, thick thighs and round, juicy ass ( these were those sort of jeans that also had strategic holes cut into them, offering tantalizing glimpses of Mikayla's tanned flesh underneath), and a sleeveless white top, which just hinted at the magnificent chest that lay underneath. She had her purse slung on one arm, and her bookbag on the other.

She unzipped her purse, and hastily deposited a stack of crumpled bills onto the coffee table. Her hair had been tamed into a manageable bang, and she wore black frame glasses, which I couldn't be sure were either prescription or cosmetic. She lowered them onto the bridge of her nose as she looked over at me.

"All right, buddy - today's your big day. You ready? Let's hit the road!"

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Mikayla must have broken every posted speed limit as we raced towards the school, and she even ran at least one red light. The entire time, she was reciting a litany of curses and grievances - the alarm for not being set, J. D. and Tiny for only allowing her about 2 and a half hours of sleep, and perhaps most shockingly to me, she cursed Tiny a blue streak for losing her purity ring.

"If my dad or Griffith notice that it's missing, it's going to be my ass!" she seethed.

Meanwhile, between the jumpstart to the morning, her erratic driving and the maelstrom emitting from her mouth, my anxiety was spiking and my heart was racing. By the time we actually arrived at the school, her driving and temper had cooled, and thusly, I felt I was able to breathe.

We were actually almost on time, so a good portion of the students milling about outside got to see "the new kid" arriving with Mikayla Barnes, star basketball player and boyfriend to Griffith Curtis, quarterback to the football team. This practically made her high school royalty, and granted me a degree of immunity by association.

Still, as we emerged from her 4Runner and she took me by the arm with her well practiced smile, I still couldn't help but wonder how many of the heads that turned in our direction knew also that she was fucking my dad - and apparently, his disgusting fat friend.

It was a safe assumption that Griffith didn't know.

She escorted me to the office to get signed in, and bid me adieu with a peck on the cheek. "I'll give you a ride home after school, as well," she assured me.

"Will I see you tonight?" I asked her as I opened the office door, prepared to begin my new - and final - high school year.

She leaned in closer to me and answered in a low mumble. "I'm actually probably going to be staying at Tiny's tonight, but we'll see."

My head swam in confusion, disgust, and not a small amount of jealousy as a bell rang loudly overhead. Mikayla was swallowed by the throng of students in the hallway, and I sighed, entering the office and closing the door behind me.

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The first couple of days at school went by without incident. People were friendly, if a little distant towards me, especially once they learned who my dad was ( and Mikayla ensured that everyone knew about my parentage).

What was it about my dad that seemed to carry so much cache around here? Were people respectful of him, or afraid of him?

I'll never forget the day Mikayla introduced me to Griffith, a 6' tall, broad shouldered, buzz cut, blonde haired Adonis. He shook my hand warmly and was very friendly to me, all the while Mikayla beamed proudly behind him.

That poor son of a bitch, I thought to myself, blissfully unaware at the time how much he and I would have in common.

The Thursday of my first week, I met a beautiful half Japanese, half Caucasian girl named Lena. We met in Advanced Biology, and hit it off instantly. By the time the class ended, I had her laughing at every little comment I made.

I felt ten feet tall!

I had never been what you might call a ladies' man, but seeing as how my confidence was at a high point and I was feeling good, I walked her to her locker, and despite that inner voice inside my head screaming in protest, I asked her for her number.

You could have bought me for a dollar when, without hesitation, she pulled out her cell phone, asked me for my number, and shot me a text. With a smile and a wink, she was gone, and once I was able to get my feet back on earth, I checked the text she had sent me.

'hey it's Lena u better call me soon k ????'

Oh yeah. I think that I am going to like it here just fine.

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Lena was an absolute looker. I had always been a sucker for exotic looking ladies, and Lena definitely hit the bill - her Japanese ancestry manifested itself in her jet black hair, pale skin and her almond shaped eyes, but her Caucasian genes ensured that her 5'6" frame came equipped with nice, thick thighs, wide hips, a fat round ass and a medium sized chest.

I was surprised that she wasn't all ready in a relationship, but I suppose that this came down to her modesty. She was kinda quiet and kept a low profile, so I guess that she just got overlooked in the hectic hierarchy of school politics.

We began texting the same night I got her number ( give me a break, ok? Nobody had ever coached me on the 2 Day Rule before ) and our chemistry was untouchable. We text non-stop and talked whenever possible at school. Given that my profile at school had risen due to my association with Mikayla, our potential coupling did not go unnoticed, and without warning Lena found her social standing elevated.

After nearly a week of chatting, I finally talked Lena into a date. It was your typical high school fare - I took her out to a nice, sit down restaurant; and we initially planned on going to a movie, but instead sat in the theatre parking lot, talking and kissing and cuddling ( and I promise, nothing more. The notion of car sex never appealed to me, and being a virgin at the time, I would have wanted something more intimate for my first time).

We ended up not only missing the movie, but staying in the parking lot until well after the time the theatre had closed. I dropped Lena off at her house, and after a series of good night kisses, I floated home on a cloud, arriving at the trailer at a quarter after two in the morning. I can't say that I was surprised to see Mikayla's 4Runner parked out front.

What did surprise me was to find my dad sitting alone on the porch in a white plastic lawn chair, clad only in an old, faded pair of boxers, his massive white, hairy belly spilling over the waistband. He lifted his ever present can of beer in salute to me as I exited the car.

"Evenin'. Or should I say, mornin'," he said with a cackle, taking a loud sip of his beer. "Mickie tells me that you had a hot date tonight. Given the hour, I guess it musta gone pretty well?"

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck as I approached the porch. "I gotta say, I really like her. I had a great time. I felt like I could just talk to her all night and never get tired of her."

J. D. belched, and tossed the now-empty can over his shoulder. "Just talkin'? C'mon, son. Girls are for more than just talkin'."

"I know... I know that, dad. But I'm still getting to know her, you know? I really like her, and I don't want to ruin things by rushing into anything physical yet. You never know... she could be The One."

J. D. rested his chin on his fist as he meditated upon these words for a few moments, then finally announced, "Tell you what - tomorrow is Friday night, and the weather is supposed to be damn nice. Bring her over - we'll have ourselves a little cookout, and it'll give me a chance to meet the girl who done stole my boy's heart."

I leaned against the handrail leading up to the porch, hands in my pockets as I mulled over his offer. "Yeah...? You sure you're up for that? I mean, no offense, but I don't want Tiny to give her the wrong imp-"

My dad cut me off with a wave of his hand. "Psht. Don't you worry yourself about that. I'll send Mickie over to Tiny's place tomorrow night - that'll keep them occupied. It'll just be the three of us. What do you say, son?"

I smiled at the generosity of this offer, while trying not to think too much about poor Mikayla being fat, old, disgusting Tiny's plaything for the night. But, then again, it wouldn't be for the first time, so I guess that she couldn't hate it too much.

"That actually sounds great, dad. I'll message her and see what she thinks. It sounds like a lot of fun. Thanks."

Before my dad could respond, the door to the trailer creaked open, and I got a momentary glimpse of Mikayla, her body more tempting than usual as she was clad in some very sexy lingerie - a black choker, a sheer black lace top with her beautiful, full naked breasts visible underneath, a white garter belt clasped to matching sheer black leggings, black high heels, and a black and white pair of low cut panties

I only got a momentary, brief glimpse of her before she saw me and hid herself behind the door, cheeks blushing with embarrassment. But that visual will forever be burned into my memory.

"Oh! Hey, Markie. I didn't know you were here. How'd your date go?"

I smiled, politely averting my gaze as to preserve at least a portion of her modesty. "It went great, thanks. We had a really good time."

She smiled, only her head visible from behind the door. "That's great! Lena seems like a really fantastic girl. I like her a lot. Are you ready for bed, J. D.? I'm ready and everything is set up."

With that, my dad groaned as he stood to his feet and grasped the handrail, balancing his massive, 74 year old body as it prepared to ascend the stairs and face the monumental task of having rigorous, unprotected sex with his 18 year old girlfriend.

Poor guy.

As he climbed the stairs, he smiled at me and touched my shoulder. "Night, Mark. Bring her over... it'll be fun."

I nodded my head in agreement, smiling stupidly, completely ignorant of what I had just agreed to, and the long term effects that it would prove to have.

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Naturally, the next day, I extended my dad's offer to Lena, and naturally, she accepted. Somehow, she was seemingly one of the few who wasn't aware of my dad's reputation, so she was more concerned with making a good impression. I told her to relax - it was just a cookout! Dress casual, as it was just going to be the three of us.

This seemed to placate her, as the momentary nervousness gave way to excitement, as she was determined to make a positive impression on my dad. I gotta admit - I got caught up in it as well, and found myself getting excited. My reasoning was that, if my dad approved, then that made this one step closer to being a "real" relationship for me.

Little did I know...

The plans were set. My dad and I would start up the grill around 5, and Lena would come over around 6:30. By then, almost everything should be ready, and between the food and the cool evening air, maybe we could have ourselves a very pleasant little evening.

By around 6, my dad and I had cooked up a good amount of chicken, beef and pork. I had no prior experience operating an outside grill before, but J. D. showed me the basics, and before long I was right in there like a seasoned pro, with him telling me that I was a "natural."

I was smiling ear to ear, and when I saw Lena's Honda Accord pulling up, all was right in the world. J. D. had been drinking but wasn't drunk - he was buzzed enough to be sociable and in pleasant spirits, and we had a blast bonding over the grill. Now, with me about to introduce my gorgeous new girlfriend to my dad, I felt genuinely happy - perhaps the first time I had really felt happy since I had lost my mom.

Nothing lasts forever, I suppose.

Lena got out of her car, and you have to understand - she was a very quiet, modest girl in school. She was in band and kept to herself, and had she not been dating me and therefore high profile, she would more or less be a non-entity at school.

So to see her step out of her Honda, wearing simple brown sandals, denim cut offs that hugged her round ass and displayed just a hint of cheek beneath. Her thighs were thick and beautiful, and she wore a black tank top with a black sports bra underneath, showing her flat, taut 18 year old tummy, and offering a tantalizing glimpse of her succulent, as-of-yet untouched C-Cup breasts. She wore her black frame glasses, and her straight, jet black hair was in a ponytail. She walked up to us, smiling broadly and offering a friendly wave, and truly she was a melding of all the beautiful parts of Japanese and Caucasian ancestry.

Both my dad and I were stunned into silence, until I heard a low, flat "Goddamn" coming from my dad. At least he and I were in agreement.

I introduced the two of them, and Lena offered J. D. her hand. Never one to miss an opportunity, J. D. took her hand to his lips, and when she giggled in embarrassment, he then pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arms around her, holding her diminutive form against his massive, hairy body.

"I don't know if Markie here has told you or not, but we're huggers around here," he said as he caressed her. Lena giggled at first, unsure of how to react. But as the embrace seemed to go on for an unreasonable and then uncomfortable amount of time, I swore I heard her moan lowly, her eyes closed as she now put her arms back around his upper body, returning the hug, her hands soothingly rubbing his back and shoulders.

I was just about to say something to break them up, when my dad finally released her, and clapped his hands together excitedly. "Let's eat!" he exclaimed. Lena seemed woozy, her eyes bulging in confusion as if she was trying to process the hug and what it meant. No time to focus on this, however, as before I could even say a word to her, my dad took her by the hand and led her to the table.

Yeah, even at the time, I felt that taking her by the hand felt a little TOO familiar, but I shrugged it off as my dad being my dad as we took our seats at the outside table - J. D. at the head of the table, and Lena and I on either side of him.

The food was excellent - succulent and savory, but my dad's attention seemed solely focused upon Lena as he lobbied question after question at her, seemingly in an attempt to get to know her better. He peppered every one of her responses with little quips and one liners that helped put her at ease, and soon she was being far more forthright - looking him in the eyes when she answered him, and giggling and laughing at his little comments, even going so far as to touch him on his arm affectionately.

They were definitely hitting it off, and I tried to suppress my feelings of jealousy and suspicion, and tried to tell myself that it was a good thing that he liked her and she seemingly liked him, and it bode well for our relationship going forward. I tried to interject into the conversation whenever possible, but my contributions seemed to be met with silence and polite smiles, and the last time I said anything, Lena looked down and cleared her throat as if embarrassed, so I remained quiet for the rest of the meal.

At one point my dad made a really lame joke about the football team, and Lena laughed a little too hard over such an innocuous joke, as she touched his hand in her laughter. Her hand remained there, and right there in front of me, my dad flipped his hand over, and opening his fingers, clasped her hand in his. They held hands on top of the table like that right in front of me as if I wasn't even there!

I felt a flash of anger welling up inside of me and a knot forming in my stomach, so throwing my napkin to the table I bolted to my feet and defiantly stood to my feet, marching off towards the trailer in a huff. The two of them paid me no mind, holding hands and continuing to laugh as I slammed the door shut behind me.

I went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water onto my face. Leaning over the sink, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to sort the myriad of conflicting thoughts in my head, and to quell my rising temper. I did a nice, long, slow exhale, and looking at my smooth, young skin, I had to laugh at myself.

Come on, man. Your dad is a short, fat, bald, hairy alcoholic in his mid-seventies. Lena is a beautiful, exotic 18 year old girl who is just now learning to embrace her sensuality. Now, sure, I might not be a matinee idol, but I am also not a bad looking guy. Do I really think that this gorgeous, sexy 18 year old girl is going to find herself choosing my fat alcoholic elderly dad over me?

Sure, there is Mikayla, but the fact that she is also fucking a disgusting pig like Tiny by choice proves to me that she's an anomaly. I shook my head in disbelief at my own foolishness - I had nothing to worry about!

My confident delusion lasted long enough for me to open the front door and step onto the porch. What I saw then not only shattered my confidence, but filled me with equal parts anger and heartbreak. I felt like I should rush my dad and beat him to the ground, but at the same time I couldn't do anything but stand there and watch, like there was a disconnect between my brain and my body as the former tried to process and make sense of what it was seeing.

Lena and my dad were both now standing on their feet, my dad's back to me. I could see Lena's hands on my dad's waist, seemingly clutching his love handles, their bodies more or less pressed together. Lena's eyes were closed and her mouth hung open just a tad, as though she were having a pleasant dream, or was lost in pleasure. Meanwhile, my dad had his hands on her shoulders, and he was leaning down, his head bent low as he seemed to be nuzzling her neck. I could faintly make out the sounds of his wet suckling and slurping all the way on the porch.

Suddenly, he lifted his head from her neck, and used his left index finger to lift her chin slightly, as he whispered something secretive into her ear. She looked as though the mere words traveling through her ears brought her great pleasure, and when my dad finished whispering into her ear, he raised her head, seemingly waiting for her reaction.

Lena looked up at him with her eyes seemingly shimmering, and she eagerly nodded her head "yes" as she bit her bottom lip. This seemed to please my dad greatly, and they celebrated whatever they agreed upon by bringing their lips together in a passionate, deep kiss.

I was silently fuming, and I stomped off the porch as I stormed over to the table. "Dad, do I need to leave you two alone? You getting to know my girlfriend pretty well over there?"

Instantly, they broke their kiss apart, and Lena crossed her hands meekly in front of herself, her eyes unable to meet my gaze as her cheeks blushed brightly with embarrassment. Naturally, my dad was unperturbed.

"Heh heh... oh, come on. Don't be like that, son. Lena is a nice, friendly girl, and was simply showing some compassion to a forgotten old man. Let's finish eating, okay?"

Lena looked at my dad like a puppy dog when he called himself a forgotten old man, as though it hurt her greatly to hear him disparage himself in such a manner. What the hell was all this about? 30 minutes ago she had never met my dad before, and now not only was she allowing this dirty old man to help himself to her lips and her body, but she looked positively heartbroken at anything negative being said about him.

I couldn't believe this. How was this possible? SHE HAD JUST MET HIM! I pulled out my seat and slumped into it, and if the earlier display was enough to fill me with dismay, then I was in no way, shape or form prepared for what happened next.

J. D. pulled out his chair and resumed his position at the head of the table. He looked over at Lena, still standing meekly to the side, and he patted his fat, bloated thigh. She giggled, and so help me God, she all but literally ran over to him and jumped into his lap, putting her arms around behind his head and instantly pressing her lips to his, moaning with pleasure as she kissed him deeply like long lost lovers.

Right in front of me. Me - her so-called boyfriend.

I had enough, and bolted to my feet, pounding my fist against the table for added emphasis ( and between you and me...? That hurt like HELL).

"All right... what the FUCK is going on here?" I demanded with a booming voice that surprised even me. Properly chastened, Lena withdrew her lips from J. D.'s and lowered her head against his chest, embarrassed. Nonplussed, J. D. wrapped both of his arms around her and held her closely while he addressed me. "Now Mark, dammit, that's NO way to act with company present!"

I guffawed. I couldn't believe the nerve of this guy! Where the hell did he get off?! "This company is MY girlfriend! Do I need to remind you of that?"

My dad sighed in response to this, and Lena buried her face in his chest, as if she were trying to disappear. I felt guilty for a moment for making her feel so embarrassed, until I remembered the reality of the situation - and until I saw the right side of her neck, where I had seen my dad nuzzling and kissing earlier. Her flesh there now bore a brown / purple hickey; a sign that my dad had left his mark.

I felt the fury rising inside of me. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and counted to five before I spoke again. I tried my best to talk in a flat, even voice, but my voice still trembled with emotion.

"Lena... I'm afraid that I am going to have to ask you to leave while I speak with my father."

Lena whimpered like a beaten dog, and J. D. covered her head protectively with his arms. "Hey now... you don't have the right to ask that. This is my house, and I am letting Lena stay here as my guest."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The betrayal - from both my girlfriend and my father - was almost complete. I didn't know what to say, and I felt myself flooded with emotions.

"... what about Mikayla...?" was all I was able to muster as my desperate Hail Mary. It didn't work - invoking her name had zero effect on either Lena or my father.

"What about her?" my dad retorted. "She's not here. Besides, she has a boyfriend of her own. Lena? She's the one who's here now."

"Yeah? And she has a boyfriend of her own, too, dad. Your own son. Remember?"

There was a brief, heavy silence that hung between us, until finally J. D. removed his arms from around Lena, allowing her freedom of movement. "Your decision, girl" he said. "You wanna go over there with Mark? Or do you wanna go to bed with me? It's your choice, and no hard feelings neither way."

My heart was in my throat when I saw Lena finally lift her eyes towards me for the first time in what felt like ages. Her beautiful, brown, almond shaped eyes looked so sad as they considered me briefly, and in that melancholy I all ready knew her decision. She seemed to mouth the word "sorry" to me before she threw her arms around J. D.'s neck and buried her head between his neck and shoulder.

I sighed, and lowered my head, defeated. "Very well," I said softly, slowly walking back towards the trailer before I gave them the satisfaction of seeing my emotions. As I passed them I heard the sounds of Lena's soft lips at work on his neck flesh, and somberly reflected that I would never again feel those lips against mine.

I retreated to my room and collapsed into my bed, content to lie in the darkness as I considered how this evening had gone from soaring the emotional highs, to now crashing and burning. I glanced at the clock and saw that it wasn't quite yet 10:00, and as I heard the clatter of the two lovers crashing through the front door, I covered my head with my pillow and prayed to any deity listening that sleep would find me quickly.

I must have dozed for a little bit, because I awoke shortly before 12 with my head pounding, and dried tears on my cheeks. As the memories of the night's events came flooding back to me, I felt that now-familiar empty feeling in my chest - and that was when I heard it.

It was a steady thumping sound, and I could faintly hear Lena screaming, though muffled. I was well familiar with the sex sounds when my dad was fucking Mikayla, but this was different. Plus, Lena's screams sounded muffled.

My heart sank into my stomach as I considered the very real possibilities of what violence my 70+ year old father could be visiting upon my teenage girlfriend.

Well... ex-girlfriend now, I suppose.

Summoning a breath of courage, I bolted up from my bed, and stealthily crept from my bedroom, across the kitchen and living room and down the hall until I stood before my dad's doorway, just now wondering if I should have brought a makeshift weapon.

Oh, well. Too late now, I suppose.

Taking a deep breath and trying to steel myself mentally in preparation for what might be awaiting me on the other side of this door - and not a small part of me relishing the opportunity to become a hero in Lena's eyes, redeeming me from my earlier humiliation - I pushed my dad's door open and prepared to leap in...

Neither the door opening or my presence was detected. I saw Lena's naked body - Jesus Christ, was it glorious! - laying face down on the bed, her face buried in the pillows, suppressing and muffling her moans. Her arms lay prostrate upwards beside her head, allowing me a glimpse of her ample side-boob, and her glorious, fat ripe naked ass pointing upward. Her legs lay straight beneath her, and above her, ruining the otherwise perfect sight of Lena's delectable nudity, was the obscene sight of my dad's corpulent, hairy, pale white body, mounting her. His legs lay on either side of her hips, and his fat, thick, naked erection was buried deep into her no-longer virgin teenage pussy from behind, as he thrust in and out of her deeply and rapidly, his hands squeezing and massaging her firm ass cheeks as he pounded into her. The bed rocked violently with their love making; the bed springs squeaking in protest at the weight they were being asked to support, and the headboard pounding repeatedly into the wall.

I stood there frozen, equal parts mortified, infuriated, and aroused. Even if it was currently being corrupted by my dad's fat, hairy elderly body, I still couldn't help but appreciate just how fucking sexy Lena was, and how perfectly she was put together - and it was my dad's ancient ass who got to enjoy it; to be the first to feel her newly minted, tight pussy canal squeezing and contracting against his elderly cock which had initiated it, working to milk him of his virile semen.

As that thought occurred to me, I looked at my dad's ugly, fat hairy cock, and saw that he was pillaging my girlfriend's 18 year old virgin pussy completely bare, and knowing full well that she was not on any form of birth control that he was going to make damn sure that he erupted as deeply into her as he could.

Whatever there might have once been between Lena and me, it was over now. She was his. Her moaning confirmed that, as did the way her back arched and her head shot up from the pillows with a howl, and I could tell that he had brought her to an orgasm.

I continued to stand there like an idiot, frozen, unable to tear myself away from the obscene spectacle unfolding before me. My dad bucked his hips with vigor, fucking her from behind and on top, until finally he collapsed onto her, pinning her down with his massive weight, his chest and ample stomach pressed against her naked back as he began to chew, nibble and kiss on her neck. The slapping sounds of their meeting groins and the squelching sounds of her incredibly wet and now well broken in teenage pussy filled my ears just like the scents of their mingled releases and sex filled my nostrils.

My dad's massive, pale white, dimpled hairy ass rose and fell, his swollen balls slapping against her firm teenage ass. He groaned, her neck flesh between his teeth, and the way his body tensed up and he was grinding his cock deeper and deeper into her, I came to the realization that my father, a man in his mid-seventies, was flooding my 18 year old girlfriend's pussy with his hot, sticky seed, and the way she groaned and smiled, I could see the satisfaction she felt at her mint condition womb being inseminated by this man older than her grandfather.

Defeated, I slowly closed the door behind me and retreated like a broken man back to the sanctuary of my room. Lying back in bed, I stared at the ceiling, feeling empty and hollow inside, suddenly missing my mom very much. As I contemplated my situation, before long, I could hear my dad's bed springs again, as well as the headboard banging against the wall. Lena, no longer offering me the courtesy of muffling her moans into the pillow, now screamed aloud a string of profanities.

"Fuck YES, J. D.! Oh FUCK YES, just like that! Oh FUCK!"

I covered my head in my pillow, trying to drown it out as much as possible, and hoping that sleep would soon come and spare me.

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That weekend was hell. Not so much because I had to see anything - luckily, they at least did me the respect of mainly staying confined to my dad's bedroom.

By Saturday afternoon, her parents had begun blowing up my phone, looking for their daughter. I was sitting on the couch, Austin Powers in Goldmember on the television, but I wasn't really watching it. Suddenly, my dad's door creaked open, and Lena came tip toeing into the living room headed towards the kitchen, clad only in a large, oversized white tank top ( a wife beater they used to call it, obviously my dad's), and her white cotton panties. The tank top hung loose on her upper body, for the first time offering me a glimpse at her bra-less chest. She did indeed have a very nice set of firm, round C-cups, her small brown nipples poking through the straps of the top, and very visible around them. Her neck and shoulders were covered in hickeys.

My dad. Such a classy guy.

As she passed the couch, she looked over and saw me, a flicker of surprise, and then what appeared to be disappointment in her eyes.

Ouch. Not going to lie, that look hurt more than the knowledge that my dad's 70 year old sperm was swimming around inside of her teenage body right now. Well... it at least hurt as much.

"Oh... hey. I didn't know you were home," she whispered as she went into the kitchen. She opened the fridge door and bent over to examine it's contents, and I struggled - and lost - the temptation to not look over and appreciate how fucking great her 18 year old ass looked in those panties.

Fuck. She might have been nothing more than a cheating whore, but she was a fucking sexy one, and I still found my heart throbbing at her mixed ancestry.

I decided to play it cool, and made it a point to keep looking at the tv, my voice flat and emotionless. "You need to text your parents. They're looking for you and won't leave me alone."

She stood up from the fridge, clasping a plate with 3 or 4 slices of cold pizza on it, her arms cradling two cans of Miller High Life, and one can of Dr. Pepper. She nodded without looking at me. "Oh... ok. I will do that. Thanks."

She then walked by me on the way back to my dad's room. The smell of sex and old man jizz was ripe on her. She stopped by the couch for a moment, standing right next to me, looking down at the floor while I watched Dr. Evil rapping in prison.

"Mark... I..." she began, struggling to find words to articulate the no doubt complicated feelings she was experiencing. Look, I got it, and I did kind of feel for her. This couldn't have been easy.

But even if she was a high school student, she was still now a legal adult. She could have told my dad "no." She chose to stab me in the back by fucking him, and she was choosing to spend the entire weekend fucking him, going so far as to ignore her family.

I remembered something my mom once told me when she was telling me about my dad. She told me that she was willing to give up everything, including her family and her future, just to feel him inside of her one more time. J. D. was a fat, old ugly drunk when that happened. Now, 18 years later, he was even fatter, older and uglier, yet he was still convincing the most gorgeous, desirable teenage girls imaginable to cheat on their boyfriends and ignore their families, just to have sex with him.

What was it about him? How did he do it?

With a mournful sigh, Lena simply said "I'm sorry," almost beneath her breath, almost as an afterthought, before then marching back into my dad's bedroom and closing the door behind her. Back into the den of sex with everyone's favorite 75 year old white trash biker; every teenage girl's dream.

Apparently.

I considered her apology, and honestly, it didn't make up for the betrayal she had dealt me. She had made me think that she was really into me, and really wanted a relationship with me. Then within thirty minutes of meeting my dad, she eagerly throws all of that away, just to be his next teenage plaything.

No, the apology didn't make up for that. No apology or amount of apologies ever could. But still, it did mean SOMETHING to me, and I was thankful for it.

The dialogue of Fat Bastard was then drowned out by the sounds of Lena giggling, and then my dad moaning loudly, followed by the wet, gagging sound of repeated GLURG GLURG GLURG GLURG GLURG GLURG GLURG.

It didn't take a scientist or a pornographer to figure out what was going on in there now.

Fuck this. I didn't have to put up with this.

I grabbed my keys and headed out the door, fully intending to be gone all weekend.

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I stayed gone the rest of Saturday night. My phone never went off again, so I assumed that Lena had reached out to her parents, and I could only assume what story she had fed them.

I went to a burger place called Buns Over Texas. The food was good and the portions were ample, I just didn't have much of an appetite. I ate a few bites of the burger and a couple of tater tots before throwing it away, a complete and total waste. Just like my relationship with Lena, I suppose.

I went and caught a fantasy looking movie called Stardust. It was a lot of fun at first, but once it became your typical fairie tale story about love, I mentally checked out and couldn't tell you what happened.

Love is the real faerie tale, I told myself.

Not wanting to go back home and listen to my dad continue to turn what not even 18 hours ago was my girlfriend's virgin pussy into a crime scene, I drove my car over to a closed strip mall, parked it, and slept for nearly ten hours.

I woke up stiff as a board Sunday evening. The memories of everything that had happened instantly came flooding back, and soon my heart hurt as much as my body. I clenched my eyes shut, determined not to cry, when I heard someone laughing from across the street.

Given everything that had happened recently, you will have to forgive me for automatically assuming that it was someone laughing at me. I was humiliated and my self esteem was in the shitter.

But it wasn't someone laughing at me. It was someone laughing in pure joy. You see, across the street was a medium sized Catholic Church, and the parking lot was swelling with people making their way in to worship. In the parking lot, two attractive, well dressed middle aged women were catching up, and that was where the laughter had come from.

Looking at all this across the street, I burned with jealousy. I wanted what they had. I wanted joy. I wanted fellowship. I wanted to be free from this emotional hell I was in.

I wanted to feel loved.

I knew that I wasn't dressed properly for worship, and I realized that I probably looked like I felt - like shit. But I hadn't been to a church since I was a kid, and I faintly remembered always leaving church happy.

Fuck it.

I started the car, and made my way across the street. Finding a parking spot, I ran a hand through my hair, trying to fix myself up - or at the very least, make myself presentable. I quickly said a prayer to The Lord in the parking lot, apologizing for not talking to Him in years, and asking for Him to help me not make a fool of myself in His house. I asked Him for mercy. I asked Him for help.

A plump older lady smiled a very friendly smile at me as I approached the door, but also unable to disguise the fact that she was looking me up and down and trying to assess if I was danger. "Welcome in," she said, handing me a bulletin. "Welcome to Holy Promises Catholic Church."

I thanked her, and instantly my chest filled with a sense of gratitude and peace. I had to talk myself out of hugging her. I made my way into the sanctuary, and it was all ready almost filled to capacity. A lot of heads turned back to address me as I entered, and though you could read their puzzlement and questions on their faces as they looked at me, they were polite enough not to say anything. They all smiled, and they all welcomed me.

Even if it was all superficial and not a single one of them really meant it, I didn't care. It felt so good to be welcomed, and to feel God's love radiating down on me, repairing me.

I took a seat about halfway down, an aisle seat. A very large, very imposing but very friendly black man and his family sat next to me, and his handshake was so firm I almost thought that he had broke my hand!

We sang songs, we stood, sat back down, and stood again, reading old hymns from dusty hymnals, many of which I had never heard before. We sat down as a middle aged lady in a monochrome dress ascended the stage, wearing large glasses and that curly hair everyone's mom had in the 80s. She sang a solo hymn, a very uplifting song called "The Anchor Holds." The words really struck a chord with me and really spoke to how I was feeling. i closed my eyes and swayed, meditating on the words, feeling my spirit repair itself.

I guess that my swaying might have been a bit more enthusiastic than I anticipated, as I opened my eyes and saw several people looking back at me, wry smiles on their faces. "There you go. You're getting it. Praise the Lord," Isaiah, the large black man, whispered to me, elbowing me playfully.

I lowered my head, embarrassed. Across the aisle, directly across from me, I saw a very beautiful young girl sitting with her family. She smiled a dimpled, affectionate smile at me, which I hypnotically returned. It was hard to judge her while we were sitting down, but she looked to be about my age, wearing a sleeveless brown fabric top that went up to her neck, and was adorned with several gold chains, one of which was a cross. A long black skirt, cut up the middle, went all the way down to her feet, wearing very nice designer boots. She had bright red, full lips, blue eyes that sparkled like promises, and short, almost spiky blonde hair, almost a cross between a crew cut and a pixie cut.

She seemed to be very wealthy, very gorgeous, and quite possibly very into me!

I tried very hard to pay attention to the sermon, but I couldn't help my gaze returning to the beautiful blonde girl across the aisle. She must have sensed it, because almost every time she would side eye me, and smile. I was all ready smitten, and Lena was all but forgotten.

Praise the Lord!

After church, Isaiah stood and introduced me to his beautiful wife, and their two daughters. They were a gorgeous family, and I looked forward to seeing them again.

But what I really looked forward to was that blonde across the aisle!

By the time Isaiah and I had finished our pleasantries, I turned around, only to find that she and her family were gone. Crestfallen, I made my way out of the church, finding comfort in the fact that at least one other girl in this world found me attractive, even if nothing came of it.

As I made my way across the parking lot, I heard a friendly car horn beep. Looking over, I saw the girl, pulling up next to me in a Lexus as I walked to my car. We talked, and she poked gentle fun at me for my obvious disheveled look.

"No offense, but you look like you slept in those clothes," she teased me.

"I did," I said. "In that parking lot right over there, across the street."

She followed my pointing finger, and all playfulness faded from her countenance. "I- I'm sorry... you're not homeless, are you?" she asked, her concern genuine.

"Not exactly," I replied.

"It sounds like you must have a hell of a story."

"Yeah... I suppose you could say that."

She smiled, putting on a pair of Oakley sunglasses. "Well, what do you say that you tell me all about it over lunch? My treat."

I weighed her offer in my mind, unsure of whether or not to accept.

"Come on," she said. "I promise you that I won't bite you. Well... unless you play your cards right."

She punctuated this with a devilish smile, and with a smile of my own and a shake of my head, I made my way over to her passenger seat, rushing headlong into Mistake #2.

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Her name was Brittany. Brittany Delaney. And yeah, she was wealthy - she came from a family that owned a string of dealerships across West Texas.

Yes... THAT Delaney Automotive.

She was, like me, 18. Unlike me, however, she was currently enjoying her senior year under the auspices of Our Lady of the Sacred Heart School for Girls.

"That's right," she laughed. "I'm a attending a Catholic Girls School. Behave yourself, and maybe I will let you see the outfit!"

She went on to tell me that she was the second youngest of four children, all girls (!). Of the four, she was the one to have anything resembling a "wild streak", as she was originally enrolled in public school, but between the partying and a sexual relationship with her history teacher, her parents decided to enroll her - and all of her sisters - in a private school, the Catholic one being the only local available option.

"I'm in a much better place now," she assured me, running her hand through her short, spiky hair. "This is my only compromise. I needed at least one form of self expression!"

Finally, it was my turn. Fiddling nervously with my straw, I told Brittany about my dad. I didn't give her every single little gynecological detail, but I did pretty much let her know that my 70+ year old dad had stolen my girlfriend, and had done it right in front of me.

I finished the story, and instantly regretted it. She stared at me silently, a horrified look upon her face. I was at least thankful that she didn't laugh at me, or minimize my trauma by making a joke about it, but this silence wasn't much better.

Suddenly, she bolted up and forward, putting both of her arms around me, hugging me closely. "Shhh... it's ok. I'm right here... you're not alone..." she whispered into my ear.

I hugged her back, choking back my emotions. I felt alive again.

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Brittany and I had a great time. We sat and talked for nearly two hours in the restaurant, and before I left, she gave me her phone number.

Things were looking up all ready.

Thank God I had that little spiritual pick-me-up between the church and my lunch date, otherwise what happened next might well have broken me.

It was pushing four o'clock when I got back to the trailer. Naturally, Lena's car was still there, and now, just my luck, so was Tiny's motorcycle.

I walked up the rickety porch, unlocked the door, and what I saw when I opened it will forever be etched into my brain : laying on the floor, on his back, was the completely naked body of Tiny. His skin was whiter than milk, and he had fat rolls upon fat rolls, all covered in grey hair. He had stretch marks on his belly, and a tattoo of a bald eagle on his flabby upper left arm. His pig-like face was scrunched up in a grimace of pleasure, and his mouth hung open.

His massive, fat belly, huge breasts and love handles jiggled with motion, because the completely naked form of Lena was straddling him, bouncing up and down with reckless abandon upon his unprotected, swollen cock, bucking her hips against him as she was grinding on his erection. She was leaning forward, her hands on his chest for support. She moaned like a wounded animal, her glasses hanging loosely from one ear.

Behind her was the naked body of my father, sitting on his knees, and his hands on her hips, holding her steady as he pounded into her from behind. Suddenly, a sick realization occurred to me : Tiny's cock was in her womanhood, while my dad was obviously fucking her teenage ass.

My ex-girlfriend was being double penetrated by two disgusting, fat old men in their seventies, and she seemed to be loving it.

As I watched this pornographic display before me, Lena turned her head to me, as if suddenly aware of my presence, her eye glasses dangling precariously from her ear. I didn't recognize the look in her eyes as she looked at me, snorting through her nose and her mouth moving up and down. There wasn't recognition in those eyes, nor regret, nor animosity.

I barely recognized humanity at all there.

No, in her eyes - indeed, in her entire face - were completely animalistic in nature. Her eyes looked at me with a look of pure carnality; this was a woman reduced to her most base sensibilities, rutting herself against the bodies of two old men in their seventies simply for her own pleasure. There was no love here, no attempt at building a family or using intercourse as intimacy to strengthen a bond. This was three people debasing their bodies with one another, succumbing to their most primal of urges.

The only difference is that one of them, just a few short days ago, was a meek, quiet, demure little virgin who was too shy to pursue most relationships, and spent her free time either studying for her Honors Classes or practicing her trombone for band.

She also used to be my girlfriend.

That girl, that Lena, was long gone. This almost tribal girl now occupied her place, and she used her hips to grind against the two elderly men's engorged cocks to rob them of their seed, and more importantly, to seek her own pleasure.

She continued to look at me with the empty eyes of an addict, her glasses finally falling to the ground as she bucked her hips like a pro against Tiny, as my dad held her by the hips and sunk his shaft into her tight teenage asshole.

Finally, Tiny began to gurgle and growl, and Lena, as a reaction, used her hands to grab and squeeze Tiny's ample titties, like they were her stress balls. Tiny threw his hands up around her head and drew her closer, raising his own bloated head to meet hers halfway, as they engaged in a round of sloppy wet tongue kisses, and Tiny's hips rose up one more time and stayed in that position, his legs spasming, and grimly I realized that now Tiny was filling my ex-girlfriend's teenage pussy with his own disgusting, thick, old man cum.

Lord, if you're up there, please don't let Tiny be the one to get her pregnant.

Watching the two of them making out so blatantly and sloppily kinda turned my stomach, not helped by noticing that she continued to grind against his cock, seemingly determined to rob it of every drop of it's potent, life building sperm.

I shook my head with disgust and simply walked around them, trying to make it to the sanctuary of my room as quickly as possible, ignoring the dank smells of sex and releases that permeated the air, or the sounds of my dad grunting as his body slapped against hers, filling her tight teenage asshole with his turgid cock.

Suddenly, my dad made a bizarre sound, almost like a battle cry. It alarmed me, so I turned my head in time to see my dad withdraw his naked, raw erection from her ass and stand to his feet. Ignoring the fact that she was presently enjoying herself by making out with Tiny, he reached down and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her up and off of Tiny's now flaccid cock, which fell limply to his thighs.

Lena seemed momentarily alarmed, but quickly calmed herself when my dad lay her down upon her back, and then welcomed himself between her legs, guiding his hairy old man cock into her well worn high school pussy, now dripping with Tiny's excess deposit.

J. D. easily entered her, moaning with delight as he sank his cock into her sopping wet womanhood, which eagerly consumed him all the way to his balls. Lena immediately closed her legs around his waist, and wrapped her arms around his back, and now these two began their deep, passionate tongue kissing while the sickening squelching sound of my father's elderly cock pillaging her most intimate area filled the room, along with her pleasured moans and his guttural grunts of satisfaction.

I made it to my room and closed my door, just in time to hear my father's curse, "FUUUUUCK!" followed closely by Lena's breathless utterances of "Yes yes oh God yes J. D. fill me up just like that oh fuck yeah it feels so good", and I knew in that instant that now my fat, elderly father had just ejaculated into her pussy as well. I considered for a moment the plight of her poor womb, eggs and cervix, all unprotected and vulnerable and no doubt extremely fertile, and now absolutely clogged with the massive loads of two degenerate senior citizens.

I won't deny that my heart momentarily throbbed with melancholy and even a little jealousy. However, as I lay myself down in bed, I did my best to bury and suppress those feelings, and instead decided to think about Brittany.

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After a seemingly endless night where I swear I woke up at least once every hour, morning finally came.

Monday morning. Back to school.

My stomach instantly sank as I considered the vastly different state of affairs I was in on Friday as opposed to today. What was it going to be like today, encountering Lena in the halls or in class, after everything that had gone down? And how was I supposed to face everyone when they asked how our weekend went?

Like a zombie, I went through the morning routine without any sort of feeling. I felt dead inside. I zipped through the kitchen on the way out - no appetite, so no need to procure breakfast.

As I put my hand on the door knob, I hesitated, and curiousity got the better of me. I tiptoed down the hall to my dad's door, and found it just cracked open. I peered through the crack, and instantly regretted it.

First of all, there was that rich, almost pungent odor of the mingled sexes of a fertile teenage girl and two seventy year old men that assaulted my olfactory senses. Then there was the sounds of bed springs, suckling and slurping, female moaning and greedy, lecherous old men snorting their pleasure. Rounding this assault on the senses out was the obscene, pornographic display in front of me.

The sheets from the bed were discarded, offering no obstruction to the view before me. There, on the bed, her back to me, I could see Lena's naked body straddling my father's. I could clearly see her round, juicy ass grinding and bouncing on my father's bare cock, his hairy balls rubbing against the bottom of her ass cheeks as she ground herself against his cock, ensuring that his bulbous, swollen helmeted cock head went as deeply into her womanhood as possible, her foamy releases dribbling down his fat, veiny old man cock. She leaned down, holding her right breast in her right hand and presenting it to my father's expectant mouth as if it were an offering. Tiny stood on the bed beside them, and while my father breastfed himself on her young tits for breakfast, Lena's head eagerly bobbed back and forth as her mouth devoured Tiny's cock.

Well, I guess I don't have to worry about running into her at school today.

I guess word had all ready gotten around at school, as everyone was incredibly nice and supportive to me, offering me their pity. Hilariously, even Mikayla made a display of herself, hugging me and asking if I was okay.

Griffith, however, ironically seemed to be the MVP. He put an arm around me and whisked me aside, privately asking me how I was holding up. Mikayla was at her locker, trying not to be super obvious about how nervously she was watching us, likely afraid that I was going to sell her out.

Griffith sat with me at lunch, and also gave me his cell phone number, promising that he was going to keep checking in on me. He was really a solid guy, and he didn't deserve the betrayal that Mikayla was dealing him in the dark. Part of me yearned to tell him, but Mikayla had never really done me dirty, so I kept her secrets.

That loyalty itself was paid back Tuesday night, when after the basketball game, Mikayla and Lena both were at the trailer. I walked in to find Mikayla, still in her jersey but bottomless, riding my dad's cock on the recliner, while I received an eyefull of Tiny's massive, disgusting pale white ass rising and falling as he was in between Lena's legs, his corpulent form pinning her down on the couch. Her slender arms enveloped his neck and shoulders as they explored one another's mouths, all while he plundered her young pussy of it's last remaining innocence and pleasure.

I darted to my room as quickly as I could and began texting Brittany. "Do you need me to come over?" she asked.

How was I going to say "no" to that?

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By the time Brittany arrived, Tiny had returned to his trailer, and to my shock and horror, Lena went with him. Mikayla remained at my dad's, and as Brittany lay beside me in my bed, one arm around my shoulders and her other gently stroking my hair and my cheek reassuringly, we could hear my dad's bed slamming against the wall, the bed springs squeaking with their rutting, and Mikayla's guttural, almost animalistic moans of pleasure.

"Is it like this every night?" Brittany asked me.

"Yeah," I replied. "And up until an hour or so ago it was with my ex-girlfriend instead."

Brittany sighed, and leaned over and kissed my forehead. "It's okay, baby," she whispered to me. "I'm here. I'm right here with you."

I closed my eyes, feeling that elusive sensation of peace that I hadn't felt in ages.

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I awoke around 330 AM, and I was alone in my bed. I felt like a real piece of shit, falling asleep on Brittany like that, and not even being able to tell her goodbye when she left. I would need to call or text her and apologize.

I leaned over to get my phone off the charger, and just happened to glimpse out the window, and I saw that Brittany's car was still here.

So where the hell is Brittany?!

I realized that she was probably using the bathroom, and this thought calmed and reassured me. Laying back down to await her return, I paused, thinking that I heard something coming from the kitchen. Instantly, my stomach sank.

Oh no. Please God, not this again.

Please.

I got out of bed, and silently made my way down the hall towards the kitchen, the sounds of flesh slapping together and a female moaning in pleasure getting louder with every step.

Please - PLEASE - let that be Mikayla.

PLEASE?!.

No such luck for me. I couldn't believe what I saw before me. It had to be a dream, right? This couldn't be happening to me again. Not all ready. Not like this.

Not Brittany.

But sure enough, there she was, completely naked and laying on the table. My dad stood at the head of the table, also naked, and her ankles were up on his shoulders, his hands on her hips, ensuring that each of his thrusts went as deeply into her as possible. Again, I could see my dad's demonic looking cock plunging in and out of my girlfriend's young, shaven 18 year old pussy, her juices glistening all over it's length as he slid in and out of her with ease.

Brittany looked beside herself with pleasure, running her hand through her spiky, punky blonde hair, and her other hand fondling my father's old balls.

"Oh yeah, fuck yeah, just like that," she moaned. "FUCK, daddy... you're so deep inside me... fuck I love you..."

What the hell was this? How did this even happen? When did she even have a chance to meet him? And now she's saying that she loves him?

This had to be a nightmare, right? Please Lord let me wake up!

Suddenly, Brittany opened her eyes and saw me, a faint flicker of recognition in her eyes. "Mmmm... Mark? Mark is that you? Oh, Mark... I - I'm so... so sorry... I just... I just couldn't... I had to... FUCK!"

My dad never acknowledged my presence of course, instead focusing on his elderly cock violating yet another one of my girlfriends, as the slapping of their bodies became more intense with his increased tempo.

Suddenly, my dad grimaced, and he leaned down closer to her, while his left hand went behind her head, lifting it towards him. "Suck my nipples while I cum inside of you," he demanded.

Eagerly and obediently, Brittany opened her mouth and clamped it down over my dad's left man boob, his left hand holding her head there, as if force feeding it to her. Meanwhile he grit his teeth and on his inward thrust, held himself there, groaning as his cock exploded inside of Brittany's Catholic School girl pussy, filling her with a thick load of his white trash seed.

Brittany moaned through a mouthfull of my dad's he-tit. "Fuck yeah," she moaned. "Fill me up... fucking knock me up daddy..."

I stood there watching in disbelief, as he continued to shoot more and more of his load into her and she slurped on his nipples, before I finally retreated back to the sanctuary of my room, a thoroughly broken and defeated man.

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I awoke in the early dawn, to find my father seated by my bed, clad only in his boxers. He was looking down at me, his arms crossed over his flabby, hairy chest. Instantly all the memories came flooding back to me, and just looking at him filled me with rage and hate. Instantly I sat up.

My father must have sensed - or perhaps anticipated - this reaction, as he held up a hand, beckoning peace. "Mornin', son," he began. "Now believe me, I know exactly how you must feel right about now."

I scoffed, without humor. "Ha! And just how the fuck do you think that you could even begin to imagine how I f-"

"You don't think that my father didn't do the same thing to me?" he interrupted. "I was just like you - a wide eyed innocent being raised by a single dad. I dated the same girl all through high school. He knew her. He watched her grow up. He watched us grow closer and closer, and heard us making plans for the future. You know what he did? Stroke of midnight on her 18th birthday, he went to her house, picked her up, took her to our house and deflowered her in his bed. I woke up to my girlfriend naked in my father's bed."

I listened to this story in silence, trying to process it. It didn't erase my hatred or my anger, but maybe it dulled it. He continued, "I was heartbroken. I fell apart. She practically moved in with him, and I had to watch as my girlfriend's belly grew with my father's child."

He reached down to the floor and grabbed a can of beer, popping the top and bringing it to his lips for a sip. "Like you undoubtedly feel now, I hated the sumbitch. And I hated her. But I couldn't hurt her, you know? But I damn sure could hurt him. And I planned to."

He leaned forward and whispered the next part, no doubt for dramatic emphasis. "So I waited for him outside of his favorite bar. Once he came out, I pounced in him. He let me tire myself out, and didn't even try to fight me back. Once I had tuckered myself out, he sat me down and explained everything to me."

I blinked in confusion. "Wait... 'explained' everything to you? What the fuck is there to explain? Your father was a white trash pervert predator, and so are you. End of fucking story!"

He chuckled. "Heh... the world is not quite so black and white, son. You see... you're a Livingston. And our family goes back a long ways... and we have what you might call a 'gift'. You have it as well, you know."

"A gift?!" I shot back. "I'm sorry, but betraying your own son and fucking teenage girls as a man in his seventies is not what I would call a fucking gift!"

J. D. leaned back in his chair, defiantly. "No? Well, you know what? Your grandfather - my dad - died a few years ago at the age of 91. You know how he died? He died in the bed of his 18 year old girlfriend. He died of a heart attack after fucking her brains out the night of her graduation! Her parents loved him, and she's raising his kid right now!"

"You think that is something to be proud of?!" I shot back. Laying in a teenager's bed in your fucking nineties?!"

"You'd rather lie in bed with some seventy year old, dried out and used uo water buffalo?" he retorted.

"Yes, actually. Because that's what life is supposed to be about. Building bonds. Raising families. Growing old together. It's part of the experience."

He sat there for a few moments, as if processing my words. "Well, who knows. Maybe one day I will meet that magical girl who steals my heart and makes me want to settle down. Until then, Mark... it's every man's dream to have an endless supply of young pussy waiting for you, even in your seventies. Let me show you how to be like me!"

I stood up, and raised myself out of bed. I walked towards the door, but before exiting, paused long enough to shoot back at him, "The last thing I could ever want is to be like you."

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I kept my distance from him more or less after that. Brittany became a regular fixture around the trailer for a while after that. I didn't see much of Lena anymore - she dropped out of school and moved in with Tiny. Mikayla was probably the only real steady, consistent presence, coming around almost every night. She didn't seem to mind sharing J. D. with Brittany too much, but then again, J. D. shared her with Tiny, so I guess it all balanced out.

I kinda just forgot about trying to date anymore. There was one more instance, however. Mikayla told me how bad she felt about everything, so she told me that one night she would come over to the trailer, and while she fucked my dad, she was going to bring a teammate over to hook up with me. She was a black girl named Kiomi who apparently thought that I was cute.

Like Mikayla, Kiomi had a boyfriend. So by Mikayla's reasoning, we should be able to hook up - it would boost my confidence, and being a one off, wouldn't put Kiomi at risk of being taken over by J. D.

Hey, it sounded good to me.

They came over one Saturday night after a game, nice and sweaty and still wearing their jersies ( which definitely was a turn on for me). Kiomi was a bit taller than Mikayla, and had the hottest set of thick, dark thighs I had ever seen. Her ass, as you might imagine, was full and juicy, her arms fit and muscular, and she had a nice, full C-Cup chest. Her hair was in corn rows, which I thought was hot as fuck.

Mikayla and J. D. instantly retreated to his room, leaving Kiomi and I alone. She took the initiative and wrapped her powerful arms around me, pulling me close and making out with my me. Man oh man, did she know how to kiss! Her tongue was seemingly performing acrobatics in my mouth, causing my head to swoon and my body to heat up.

Before long she had me down to just my boxers, while she was still wearing her uniform ( per my request). She pulled my waistband down until my erection flopped out, and she licked her lips as she looked down at it.

"Mmm mmm, look at that thing," she whispered in a sultry voice. "It looks good enough to eat!" She wrapped her right hand around it and began to delicately stroke me. The feeling of her soft, warm hand on my cock as well as the eroticism of seeing my pink, throbbing cock seized in her beautiful dark fingers was really turning me on, as was the anticipation. She looked up at me with a devilish glint in her eyes, licked her lips and began to lower her head towards my groin. My body tensed up in anticipation.

Before I could feel her mouth around me, however, my dad's door creaked open, and Mikayla's head popped out. "Kiomi... hey, Kiomi! Can you come here a sec? I need your help with something real fast!"

Kiomi rolled her eyes and sighed. "To be continued... don't go nowhere, okay?" she asked, then leaned forward, giving me another deep, head spinning kiss. My erection throbbed in protest, instantly missing the sensation of her skin against it as she went into my dad's room for whatever reason.

I leaned back, hands behind my head, trying my best to maintain the mood - and my erection - for her return. After a few minutes, however, I started to get a little suspicious, and this wasn't helped by hearing the sounds of two girls giggling.

Come on. Not again.

I got up, all ready suspecting the worst. I went to my dad's door, and creaked it open, just enough to offer me a view of the events transpiring inside.

Sure enough, there was Kiomi, sitting completely naked in my dad's bed. Mikayla was sitting naked right behind her, as if holding her in place. Right before them was my fucking dad, naked and sitting on his knees. Mikayla's hand was reaching around from behind Kiomi, and had a grip on J. D.'s erection, and was guiding it towards Kiomi's awaiting pussy.

Soon, she guided it in safely, as my dad's naked penis tip submerged itself into Kiomi's ebony pussy. She put her fingernails into J. D.'s shoulders and dug them in deeply as he submerged himself into her teenage pussy all the way to his balls. He held himself there for a moment or two, allowing Kiomi's barely used womanhood time to adjust to his size and conform itself to his shape, before he began thrusting in and out of her in earnest, fucking her hungry, eager pussy while Mikayla held her from behind.

I had seen enough, and closed the door.

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That was enough for me. I moved out of my dad's trailer, and moved in with Griffith. Mikayla's nerves must have been tensed up the entire time, anxious that I would sell her out, but for reasons I still can't quite name, I never did.

Griffith was an awesome friend, and his family was amazingly supportive of me. They became the family I so desperately needed after my mom passed.

From a distance, I either heard about or saw for myself Lena giving birth to J. D.'s child before getting pregnant with Tiny's, as well as Brittany and Kiomi also getting knocked up by my dad. I know that Brittany got expelled from her school over it but it didn't stop her from continuing to fuck my dad, and at one point moving in with him.

Luckily for Kiomi, her boyfriend was also white, so aside from the usual "high school girl gets pregnant at 18" scandal, there wasn't a whole lot of controversy. This ensured that she was able to continue fucking my dad on the side and also introducing her sister Dawn to him as soon as she turned 18.

I graduated high school and was able to secure a very solid scholarship to Abilene Christian University in Abilene, TX. I stuck around for the summer and was there the night Griffith proposed to Mikayla. I think that this momentarily caused a crisis of conscience within her, but she was back to fucking J. D. within a week. I promised Griffith I would be the Best Man for the wedding.

I moved to Abilene and began school. It was refreshing to be in a new place, away from the sordid past of my last year.

After completing a couple of years without any real occurrence, I met Mandi Jackson. She was in my History class, and I had never really been attracted to redheads before, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her!

We often met in the student dining area, where we would eat Chic Fil A and talk about our studies. This soon gave way to slightly more personal talks, and I guess that we both knew what was happening when we hugged each other good bye for the first time, only to find that neither one of us wanted to let go.

It had happened. I had fallen for her. And she for me.

We began to date, and that of course led to us making out. She felt the need early on to tell me that she wasn't comfortable with intimacy outside of marriage, and was saving herself for the occasion. I told her I was a virgin as well, and after some prompting ( because she didn't believe me), I told her about my history with my dad.

She held me, and she cried, which made me cry. She told me that she would love me hard enough for me to forget all that ever happened, and it made me melt. I proposed to her before long, afraid that if I didn't, she might get away. Luckily, for me, she agreed. I was about to turn 25 when I proposed, and she had just turned 21.

For the first time in my life, I was happy. I was loved, and my dad was out of my life.

Of course, none of those things would last.

Next time, I will catch you up to speed on how we got to where we are now, and then I will let Mandi tell her side of the story. Fair is fair, I suppose.