High Heels, Christine, and…Cocks? Pt. 02

This will make much more sense if High Heels, Christine, and Cocks is read first as it is part one in this story.

I woke to my father's voice, "Hey Steven, come downstairs. Dinner is ready, you lazy bum."

I sat up with a start. I was in my bed. How did get here? Holy shit! Was all that with my dad's girlfriend, Christine a dream? Did this voluptuous woman really have a dick? Did we really...?

Dazed, I threw on some sweats and gingerly ventured downstairs.

"Well, somebody must have really worked you over at your job today. You slept all afternoon," Christine said with a secret wink.

"Yeah, you look like you've been rode hard and put away wet," Dad giggled. They both laughed and my dad moved in for a hug. This was a normal "noogie" kind of thing we do. Today, I squirmed out of his arms, "Hey, can't a guy just get an afternoon nap?"

Dad warmly replied, "Sorry. We're just in a spunky mood and kidding around."

"Yeah, real spunky," Christine added. Again with the little wink.

Earlier that day, had she really watched video of me jerking off on her high heels while humping her 9" cock in one of her heels. Then, did I really suck her hard dick? Oh my god, did she really fuck me up the ass...on my dad's bed? I was getting hard just thinking about what might have, may have, probably did just happen.

"Now that you woke me from a nice sleep, what's for dinner?" I asked, redirecting the conversation away from spunk.

"Your dad has Polish Sausages on the BBQ. Nice big ones," Christine playfully bantered.

My dad added, "I hope you're hungry. These baby's are extra big and juicy."

Holy crap! Had they been making penis references all the time and I just didn't hear it? My face was flushed and my heart began pounding. All I could say was, "That sounds great. I'll just run upstairs and wash up."

I dashed upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom, panting. By now my cock was not only hard, but raging. I could feel an ache in my ass where I now realized that Christine riding me hard was not a dream. I splashed some cold water on my face and tried to catch my breath. I looked down and there on the floor were the very same red patent leather heels Christine had "used" on me hours before.

Pre-cum immediately started to flow from my throbbing dick. That same mysterious magnetic pull I'd felt earlier drew me to pick up the heels and set them on the sink. I could see dried cum stains in the insoles and I pulled down my sweats. I was on auto-pilot at that point and needed to release the pent-up tension that had built up since I woke.

I took my cock in my hand and ran it quickly up and down, aiming the head at her shiny, sexy pumps. I looked up to the mirror and witnessed what I was doing and found myself even more turned on. Faster and harder, I jerked as more and more salty slipperiness leaked out. Just as the climax hit, I found myself saying out loud, "Fuck it...fuck it, Christine!"

I heard a light knock on the door. "Everything okay in there?" Christine's voice came muffled through the door.

"Oooo...uh, I mean yeah. Just washing up," I trembled.

"Alright, just don't tire yourself out. You should save up your energy for later," she whispered.

"Whaa??"

I heard her heels click down the stairs while I completely cum drenched her red heels right then.

After I got myself more or less together, I put her heels back on the floor without cleaning them this time. I got dressed and headed out to the backyard for some BBQ. When I opened the sliding glass door, I saw my dad and Christine locked in a passionate embrace.

""Ah-em," I said, stepping out on the deck.

"Come get a hot weenie," said Christine, playfully.

They both giggled. Then I realized that Christine had introduced my dad to her "weenie" some time ago. My dad's bum had been violated by her sausage many times by now. How could I have been so blind to this, now obvious fact. But what to do...what to say...how to BE??

"Sounds good," I somewhat bravely offered.

Everything seemed normal as we enjoyed the sun setting over a "family" meal.

I thought, "Should I just kill myself now?"

Part 3 is on the way...