Jonathon Black
The family Man
CHAPTER ONE
“You'd sure like to get into one of those tight little cunts, wouldn't you, Dan? Is that why you've taken up jogging all of a sudden?”
Dan Cabot merely grunted in reply. He was lying on his belly in his neatly trimmed front yard, wearing a loose sweat shirt and even looser boxing trunks, his chin resting on his folded arms as he watched a group of young girls playing touch football in the park across the street. “Sure. And I know what you'd like to do to them, too.”
The woman sitting by his side had wriggled her hand under his trunks and into his crotch, and was gently toying with his heavy scrotum, seemingly oblivious to the odd stares she was getting from the traffic passing by. Suddenly, she jammed her long-nailed thumb through his anal sphincter and deep into his colon. “That's not funny, Dan. I'm sorry I ever told you about that. You make it sound so… so dirty.”
He flinched at the invasion of his rectum, then relaxed and let his cock get hard beneath him, enjoying the feel of her digit in his bung.
“I was only teasing, Brenda. Don't get in an uproar. I don't give a damn if you like girls, too. Matter of fact, it makes it more interesting.”
“I don't do it any more anyway,” Brenda said poutingly. “Not for a long time, and you know it.”
“I know, and I keep telling you I don't care one way or the other.” He twisted his neck and looked up to see the sun burning off the early morning mist that shrouded the city, guessing that it must be a little after nine. “You're making me stiff, hon. Want to go in the house and take care of it?”
She slapped his rump with her free hand. “You know darn well I can't. I've got to show that property to Carpenter this morning.” Her thumb was probing deep into his anus, and a smile played on her full lips as she rolled his balls in her hand. “I only stopped by to see about tonight. Do you want to go out or anything?”
He sighed and stared at the girl's titties jiggling in the park as they ran back and forth, shouting and laughing. They were all in their young teens, and their bodies were deliciously inviting. Of late he had found himself drawn more and more to virginal little nymphs, and it was disturbing, especially since he had two daughters in the same category.
“Afraid not, sweet. Peggy's got a dress rehearsal for that Little Theater play I was telling you about. I think I have to drive her over and bring her back.”
Brenda's nipples were tingling and the lips of her pussy were beginning to quiver as she felt moisture seeping into the crevice between her thighs. She was restraining an impulse to delve further into Dan's trunks and grasp his swollen prick.
“We could still get in a little action either here or at my place. Jo Ann will be going, too, won't she?”
“I suppose. Look, will you cut that out? I'm getting horny as hell, and if we're not going to screw, stop it.”
“Land sakes!” a voice said. “Don't you people have any decency at all? There are children right over there!”
Dan and Brenda looked up. Neither of them had noticed the two elderly women walking down the sidewalk with shopping bags, both gray-haired, one plump with a pleasant face and the other tall and hawk nosed. The tall one had spoken, and was indicating with her beady eyes Brenda's hand that was moving hidden under Dan's trunks.
“So what?” Brenda said tartly. “They can't see anything, and you shouldn't even be looking. Move along, ladies. Nothing is going on here that would interest you.”
“Humph!” The tall woman threw them a haughty glance, the other covered her mouth to hide a giggle, then they continued on their way.
“That's enough,” Dan said. “Let's get in the house before someone calls the cops. You should know better than to try and rape me in broad daylight. And don't talk to old ladies like that. They could be somebody's mother.”
“I doubt it.” Reluctantly, Brenda pulled her hand from beneath his trunks and wiped her brown-stained thumb on the grass. “You did say the girls aren't home, didn't you?
Dan rolled over and sat up with his back to the street, concealing the immense protrusion jutting out from his pelvis. “Yeah. Jo's downtown shopping, and Peggy's going over her lines with Mrs. Knox. We'll be all by our lonesome.”
When they got up and started for the front door of the large white one-story home, Dan eyed Brenda with frank admiration. She was tall, long-legged and busty, and no one would ever suspect that she was thirty-four. Her raven hair was cropped short, her black eyes were dancing pools of ebony, and her complexion was unmarred.
“You really should wear a jock strap or something,” she said when he held the door open for her. “I can just imagine what those girls think when they see that big thing flopping around while you jog.”
He grinned lewdly. “So can I. Sometimes I think they're just waiting for my trunks to fall off. How about some coffee?”
She nodded, watched him strip off his soaked sweat shirt, then followed him into the big stainless steel kitchen. Seating herself at the table, she kept her eyes on him as he filled two mugs and carried them over. He was tall, muscular and ruggedly handsome, and could turn her on by simply being in the same room. The crotch of her panties was wet now, and strong spasms were causing her vagina to flutter maddeningly.
“Heard anything from Alice?” she asked, taking cigarettes from her purse and lighting two.
“Nope.” He took the proffered butt and sucked a drag into his lungs. “Didn't really expect to. Once that Doctor Whatshisname gets her down to fighting weight and pumps her tits full of silicone, she'll take off like a big bird. She's not doing all that for my benefit.”
“Oh, really, Dan. She won't leave you or the girls. She's got too much to lose. When she's beautiful again, she'll come back, and I understand they can work miracles at that place.”
“Why should I give a damn? I've got you. C'mere, baby. Let me see those fantastic boobs.”
Brenda crinkled her nose at him, then got up and began undoing the front of her pants suit as she stepped around the table. “How did you know I didn't have a bra on?”
“That question doesn't even deserve an answer.” His eyes were glazed and his cock was jumping in his trunks as he swiveled on his chair and began helping her with the bottom buttons. When her top was open, he pushed it aside and licked his lips when her breasts were revealed.
Her tremendous globes were absolutely perfect. They pointed straight ahead, not at an angle like most, and they were firm enough not to require any support. The aureoles of her nipples were over two inches across and puffed out from her tits, and the hard pink points stuck out like fingertips.
“Christ, honey,” he muttered, “they're the best I've ever seen.”
“You're nice,” Brenda whispered, running a hand through his wavy brown hair as he began to caress and kiss her smooth creamy orbs, his strong hands and hungry mouth sending jolts to her womb. “Uuummm! I like that! Uuuhhh! Uuummm! Don't stop! Ooohhh!”
After nuzzling into each soft fleshy tit and sucking on her stiff nipples, he buried his face between her upthrust mounds and pushed a hand into her crotch. He could feel her pubic bush under the slacks and panties, and also the intense heat exuding from the sweet-tasting nest that he knew so well. Brenda pulled his face into her twin mountains and ground her pussy against his groping hand.
“About ready, doll?” he asked hoarsely, feeling his rock-hard organ straining against his trunks.
“Not yet, dear.” She backed up a step, then bent over to pull out his waist band and curl her fingers around his throbbing tool. She felt it jerk as she stroked it tenderly, sliding her fist up and down the thick hairy shaft and rubbing her palm over the silken cockhead. “Ooohhh, darling! Uuuhhh! You feel so good! Uuuhhh!”
“So do you! Let's go fuck!” He was still massaging her cunt and burrowing his face into her stupendous tits.
