Page 20 of Show and Tell
Realization crosses my mind.
“You did anal,” I breathe softly.“All the time.”
My stepfather’s nod is harsh and swift.
“Yes, exactly.Keep in mind that this took place when we were young men.Back then, the girls were young.Tooyoung.Sometimes so young that they’d never been to a gynecologist before, so they didn’t necessarily even have access to birth control.So yeah, there was a span of years where we fucked a lot of female rear ends, and sweetheart, I’ll say it: it was fucking fantastic.But the girls got older, we got older, and we became more sophisticated.The pill solved our anal problem, if it was ever a ‘problem’ to begin with.”
I nod slowly, taking in this revelation.
“So your friends have never used rubbers in the past.”
Lionel shrugs his broad shoulders.
“I can’t say for sure because I’m not always in the bedroom with them.But the times Ihavebeen in the bedroom with them, condoms were not present,” he states flatly.“At least, not from what I saw.”
I pause, taking in this new information.
“But do you think they’d be open to using condoms tonight?”I ask in a meek tone.“I mean, it’s my plan and I don’t really have any other ideas,” I confess in a small voice while pulling out two boxes of rubbers from behind a sofa cushion.One is a box of Magnum XLs, and the other is a Durex pre-lubed style.Both look woefully lame, and no match for the likes of three alpha males.
Lionel squints at my offerings, shaking his head.
“No, that shit won’t work,” he reiterates in a flat tone.“I’ll call my buddies to cancel.”
“Wait, wait, I think I can persuade them to use condoms,” I say in a rushed voice.“No need to call off the party!”
“Really,” my stepfather drawls, turning back to me with a skeptical look on his handsome features.“How so?Like I said, I don’t think those fuckers have touched a condom in thirty years, if ever.If you can get them to evenacknowledgethe rubbers, I’ll be surprised.”
I take a deep breath before summoning my courage.Then, I undo the front of my dress, letting the gauzy material float to the seat of the couch.I’m nude underneath, and my big breasts reveal themselves, the orbs creamy and large.My pink nipples are already hard, and my white thighs come into view as I kick the rest of the fabric away.As usual whenever I’m around my stepfather, my pussy slit is moist and swollen, and my asshole tingles a bit, as if in anticipation of what’s to come.
“Because of this,” I say, cupping my full breasts in both hands and holding them out to Lionel.The huge man can’t resist, and he leans forward to lick one nipple, and then the other, before backing up.
“You’re beautiful and gorgeous, princess, as always.But that doesn’t mean that these guys are going to use condoms.If anything, upon seeing all this sexy womanflesh, they’re going to be evenmoredetermined not to use condoms.”
But my eyes flash with determination because I desperately want the party to happen, and I’m not going to give up.
“Leave it to me, Daddy,” is my purr.“You’ll see what I can do because I’m capable of anything when it comes to men.”
Lionel’s blue eyes flash.
“That you are,” he acknowledges in a low growl.“Care to share what you have in mind, sweetheart?I am your Daddy, after all, and it’s my job to look out for you.Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Then, with a giggle, the action begins.
8
Lily
I’m on the couch with Lionel, nude and lovely, with my big breasts like sacks of vanilla ice cream, and my pussy wet and swollen.
“So how are you going to convince my friends to use condoms?”Lionel says in a silky tone, his bulge already prominent beneath his slacks.Those blue eyes rove over my curves, missing not an inch of creamy skin.“Do you have a trick or two up your sleeve, Lily?Because it’s going to take a fucking miracle to convince those fuckers.”
“I know,” I mewl sweetly while gently reaching down to part my pussy lips.“But I think I can manage it.”Lionel’s eyes are fixed to the movement of my hand, and the handsome man stares as I hold open my folds with my fingers before staring down at my bulging clit.The interior of my vag is a beautiful steaming pink, and the walls are already dripping with need.
“Holy fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Lionel mutters in a strangled voice.“Oh shit.”
I giggle.
“Daddy, don’t swear when you look at me!That’s rude!But I know what’s got your goat: it’s my clit, right?Because it’s still in its hood,” I murmur breathlessly.“Let’s get it out for a good time.”
