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on: December 19, 2014, 07:49:28 AM

Title         : A Gift For Dad
Author     : MeatBot

Keywords : Mf, mf

Date        : 20141219

Mail         : meatbot777 at gmail dot com

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Synopsis : A son offers to share his girlfriend with his father.

Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life.

These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. If you're a teenager, don't try this shit. (you shouldn't even be reading this crap if your a teen, BTW...) If you're a dad, things like this don't happen. Don't get your hopes up. Things rarely work out as well in the real world as they do in stories. That's why they're called stories. If you don't like this, read something else. Don't bitch at me. You have been warned.


Zachary South lived with his father, in a nice house on an a small family farm, out a ways from town. Zack didn't remember his mother, she'd disappeared long long ago, when he was just two or three. Stupid bitch, from what little his father had ever told him about her. They were better off without her. He got along well with his father, except for a few years when he was thirteen or so, but now that he was sixteen, everything seemed to be fine.

Zack felt sorry for his father at times, the guy didn't really seem to have a life. He worked sixty hours a week, and the rest of the time he spent in front of the TV. Well, not really, he went to the gym a few times a week... and he hunted some... but he still didn't really seem to have a life. And he had never had but one girlfriend, in all the years Zack remembered. And now she was long gone.

That's where the idea started, really. Zack tried to think of the women that he knew, and which ones might go out with his dad. As far as he could tell, though, all the women he knew were married or hooked up. What to do, what to do, he thought. There's gotta be something I can do.

Zack had just become sexually active, himself. That's probably why this was on his mind so much. And all thanks to one girl. Serenity Smith. How he was lucky enough to ever end up with her, he wasn't sure. She was the foxiest, sexiest girl in the whole school, and she seemed to belong totally to him, for reasons he couldn't figure out. He was not a football star. He did not make straight A's. He didn't even have a nice car. Why the hell did she ever select him? He couldn't figure it out, he just ran with it. She was the best thing that'd ever happened to him. He knew that. She knew that. All his friends new it, and they constantly reminded him of it. He knew that these were the best years of his life, and a small part of him mourned how empty and dead is life would be, when and if she finally tired of him and left him. He accepted the inevitability of that, in a way, and took what he could of her sweetness, living for the moment.

He'd even been the one to pop her cherry. And, of course, she popped his too, his symbolic guy cherry. They had done it in the barn, up in the hayloft, on a chilly winter Saturday when his dad had been called back into work. It was everything he'd hoped it would be, sexy and fun and momentous... she came like crazy, and she'd smiled up at him after it was over, and he felt more love for her than he thought he could stand. He felt like the greatest stud in the world. She was so perfect. And she was all his.

They fucked every chance they got, and she'd gotten her mother to get her on the pill, "just in case." Her dad didn't know, of course. Zack often wondered what his dad would think if he knew that his boy was fucking a girl, now. He knew his dad would be upset, but he liked to think he'd be a little proud, too. Especially when he met her, because she was such a fox. His dad wasn't an uptight religious nut, or anything like that... he knew his dad just wanted what was best for him. She is, he thought. She's what's best for me.

One dark winter night he was talking to Serenity on his phone. She was being sweet, and slightly dirty, and he was idly jacking his cock as he listened to her.

"Whatcha doin' now," she said.

"Just listenin' to a girl yap," he said.

"Are you touching it?"


"Does the sound of my voice get you off?"


"Jerk it... for me..."

"Say something sexy, then."

"Oh, I want you, Zack... I want your body... I want your cum on my face, your finger in my ass, and your fat dick in my cunt."


"Jeezus what?"

"You sound like a phone sex line."

"How would you know that?"

"So I've heard."

"That wasn't sexy though?"

"That was intensely fucking sexy, yes."

"Did you cum?"

"No, I haven't really started yet."

"I'm touching mine, now."

"Oh shit."

"I'm rubbing my little clitty bump, and thinking about the last time we went up in the hayloft."

"Oh shit."

"Zack. You were very sweet. You made me cum and cum and cum. Nobody else has ever done that for me."

"Oh shit. I hope not."

"No, you are the only one. You are my only one. I stuck my finger in it, when I said that. Way in. Like where your cock-a-doodle-doo goes."

"Oh shit."

"Say something other than oh shit."

"Oh fuck."

"Fuck, Zack, we gotta get together again. Sometimes soon. This finger shit ain't really workin' for me. Is your dad gonna work Saturday? I'll ride my bike over, if he is."

"Serenity, just come over no matter what. He won't know, and he wouldn't care if he did. We'll just disappear up into the hayloft. He won't have any idea where we are."

"I can't be... noisy, though, if he's around."

"Maybe you can not be noisy, Serenity."

"I don't know if I can do that. I can't make any promises."

"Serenity. Do you know any single available women my dad's age?"

"No. Sorry. Why?"

"He needs a girlfriend. He needs a life. All he does is work."

"Work, and babysit you."

"Pretty much. I'm tryin' to fix him up with somebody, but I can't find anybody."

"I'll keep my eye peeled. Did you put an ad on Craigslist?"

"No... I'm not that desperate yet..."

"Well, shit."

"Yes. Shit."

"I gotta go, Zack. Dinner's ready."

"Night. I love you."

"Night. I love you."


Zack hung up, and finished, thinking of Serenity. She was just too much. She was the sexiest thing alive. Maybe this weekend, he thought. Maybe she'll come over this weekend. Shit. I should have saved it.


She did come over, that weekend. And to his delight, his dad went to a gun show with his buddies. He waited impatiently for Serenity to show up. She finally came down the lane, on her bike, and he was at the gate.

"We got two hours at least, get your ass up in the hayloft," he said, and she stared at him, her mouth opened.

"Well," she finally said. "Pleased to meet you, too."

"Come on, Serenity. I'll lick you... we got time for me to lick you..."

Serenity liked being licked. She dropped her bike, and he followed her up into the hayloft. They had glorious, wonderful sex for two hours, with lots of licking. Finally they cuddled up under an old quilt, and feeling the delightful smooth feeling of naked body rubbing against naked body. After a while a truck came down the hill, and turned into the drive.

"Oh, shit!" he said, jumping up. "It's my dad!" He furiously started getting dressed.

"I thought you said he wouldn't care. He wouldn't know, you said."

"Well, let's not tempt fate. Serenity. Put your clothes on, and lets go in and see him. You've never met him, right?"

"I've never met him right." she said, slowly pulling her panties up. He found her bra and turned it inside out for her. She turned her bra back the way it was supposed to be. "Why must I meet him?" she asked. 

"Because you will be part of the family someday," he said, hoping with all his might.

"I see. Well, okay. But what if he doesn't like me?"

"He'll like you. He'll like the shit outa you."


Zack was right. His dad, Ben, liked the shit out her. She was pretty likeable, so that wasn't surprising. He asked her to stay for dinner, and he even talked to her mom when she called home to ask. All was fine. Then he decided there was nothing suitable to fix, so he ended up taking them out to a fancy restaurant. At the end of the evening, he let Zack take her home in the truck, so he could take her bicycle, also.

They sat in her driveway, separated by a reasonable distance, just in case someone was peeking out a window.

"So, what'd you think. Are you gonna help me find him a girlfriend."

"Oh, yes, I suppose so. I'll keep my eye peeled, like I said."

"It is very important that she be likeable to me, too. I don't wanna live with a bitch, if they hook up."

"Yes, I will keep that in mind. Any other requirements?"

"She must be fairly foxy and pleasant to look at. I don't wanna have to see an old crone all the time."

"You will have me. That is not a strict requirement."

"Okay, okay. Just pick out somebody you'd like to live with."

"Me? Suddenly it's all on me?"

"No, I'm still looking, too. Do you know Miss Crane, at school? Do you know if she's shacked up or anything?"

"I do not possess that information. She's kind of a bitch, though."

"Yes, I thought so too. Just thinking."

"Well, I'll think too. But I'm much more interested about when we can hook up again."

"Maybe tomorrow afternoon?"

"Tomorrow is what, Sunday?"


"Possibly. Let me consult my calender," she said. She looked at her phone. After a moment, she said, "Yes. Sunday is good. If my Mom says I can."

"Serenity. You are sixteen years old. Does your mom still have to tell you what you can and can't do?"

"Yes, since she is the guardian of my precious virginity. She has veto power."

"Heh," he said, thinking of her precious long-gone virginity. That was something he thought of every day, something he would remember for a long, long time. He was proud of that one. He did good.

"Goodnight, darling. I love you, I love you, I love you."

"Goodnight. I love you too."

A quick chaste little kiss, and he drove home, bemused, and thinking furiously. His dad. It was a challenge, now.




"You ever thought about getting another girlfriend?"

A few seconds of silence.

"Yeah, hell yeah. It just hasn't happened yet. It will, eventually."

"I think it'd be good for you."

"Yeah, yeah. I do work a lot, though. My time is limited."

"You don't have to, but you do, yes."

"I do, yes."

"Well, me and Serenity... are kinda looking for one, for you." There. He just came out and said it.

Some laughter.

"You guys are looking for me? A girlfriend? Well, thank you. Please let me know when you find her."

"It's not that funny. Serenity agrees with me, she thinks you need somebody. Everybody needs somebody."

"True. Well, thanks. I appreciate the thought."

"You're welcome."

"Your girlfriend is quite the little prize. You are very lucky."

"Yeah, I know. She tells me that. Everybody tells me that."

"She's very cute. And I could tell she's smart, too."

"Yes, she's very smart. Possibly too smart."

"Well, she's smart enough to pick a good boyfriend. You are a good guy. I'm sure you treat her right."

"Yes, I have no choice. I don't dare lose her, I'll never find another like her, I know."

"Well, just treat her right, and maybe she'll stick around."


"If I was twenty years younger... I'd be fighting you tooth and nail for her."

"Heh. Yeah, dad. Like you'd have a chance."

"Hey. I was quite the ladies man, back in the day."

"Yeah, and look at the loser you picked."

"Well, that one was an accident."

"Dad... was I an accident?"

"No, I didn't mean it like that. No, you were planned, and expected. And appreciated."

"Okay. Thanks."

"You're welcome."


Sadly, Serenity did not get to come over Sunday afternoon. She had family crap to do, she said. He understood. Maybe next time. She did agree to go get something to eat after school with him the next day. At least she wasn't embarrassed to be seen in his stupid car with him. The anti-makeout-mobile, as he thought of it. It had no back seat. Just a ledge thing, and then the trunk opened into it. What was that shit, he thought. Who thought that shit up? What's a kid supposed to do?


When Zack finally fixed his dad up, a few weeks later, it was a disaster. The woman, a friend of Serenity's mother, was nice looking, but so totally anal about everything the date was a disaster. His dad came home early, shaking his head. The woman had picked about the food, and sent it back to the kitchen three or four times. She bitched because he did not park the car straight, and her door would hit the car beside it, which it probably would have done even if it were straight. She adjusted his collar several times, and freaked because a small piece of tape was stuck on the tip of his shoe. It just went on and on, and Zack and he had a good laugh over it.

"I will probably do my own selecting, from now on," his dad finally said, and Zack sighed.

"Just tryin' to help, dad," he said, and his father nodded.

"Appreciated. But let's just let it happen naturally, instead of rushing it."



That Thursday, he took Serenity to Hardlee's, in his car. They sat in a booth for an hour, and talked. She finally scooted all the way over, and cuddled against him. He put his hands around her and pulled her to him.

"Zack. I been thinkin'," she said, and he nodded.

"I knew you would start, at some point," he said.

"Really. I been thinkin' serious shit,"

"Yes, I suppose that is inevitable, once you start thinking."

"Fuck you. Listen to me. This is very serious, and may have long term ramifications to our relationship, if you take it wrong."

"Okay..." what the fuck was she jabbering about?

"Zack. I been thinkin' seriously about something, since I met your dad. Your dad is very cool. I like him a lot."

"Yes, he is cool. He's a nice guy."

"Zack... please don't take this wrong. Please, please. I almost don't have the nerve to say it to you, I don't want to screw up things between us. But I think I know you well enough, though. I think you understand me. And I think we love each other enough. We have a strong love, Zack, a one in a million. Strong enough to stand almost anything. Right?"

"Right, yes. True. I do love you, Serenity."

"I love you, too. I want what you want. I want you to be happy, and because you want it, I want your dad to be happy."

"Thank you. You are the sweetest ever, Serenity. I love you forever."

"I love you forever, too. That's why I'm gonna ask you this."


"Zack. Just to give him hope, and to give him something to keep him going... let me fuck your father."

Amazingly, it didn't really shock him that bad. It didn't make him mad, or crush him, or anything. Maybe I'm in shock, he thought. Maybe she's just joking. He looked at her. She looked uncharacteristically serious. Maybe not. He thought about it. She was right, his love for her was strong enough. It didn't even freak him out to think of his father fucking her. His father was a hardbody, for an old fart. He didn't even have a beer belly, or much in the way of love handles. She would just climb on top of him and ride him like a rodeo bronc, he knew. He realized that in his mind he'd already accepted it. If that's what she really wanted...

That gave him some thought, though. Did she want this just for his father, or did she want some of it for herself, too? Was she wondering, after fucking him, what it would be like to fuck somebody else? And so what if she was, he thought... he'd wondered what it was like, too... but he didn't care enough to fuck up what he had with her for it.

Will this fuck us up? he thought. It won't from my side. What if they fall in love? Hah hah. Fat chance. He's twenty something years older than her. This will just be a quick jump in the sack... assuming it's just this once. I love her enough to share her, he thought. I am not freaked out. I am not fucking freaked out over this.

"Serenity," he finally said, hugging her harder.

"I love you. I appreciate what you are offering. I know my dad would appreciate it, if we can get him to accept it. It will not fuck up our relationship, I don't think. I will still love you more than anything in the world. And I don't think you will leave me for him. But, I'd still get to see you every day if you did."

She poked him hard in the stomach. "Don't make jokes. This is very serious." she said.

"Yes, I agree. It's serious. And, I say yes. If you can figure out a way to get him to do it, you may fuck my dad. I give you my permission. Can I watch?"

"Fuck you," she growled. "Now, help me think of a way to break it to him."


A week passed on that one. Zack drew a blank, every time Serenity talked about it. Which was pretty much every time they met. Zack realized that he'd have to admit to his dad that he was fucking her, first. Probably. Either that, or admit his girlfriend was not a virgin when he was. Well, that could happen. But, he decided, it would be easier to just admit it. He thought it would make his dad more likely to go for it.

Finally, they settled on a plan, of sorts. Next Saturday night, Serenity would come over, early, and spend the evening with him and his dad. She would be loving and rub about on his dad innocently, kind of get him hot and bothered. Then, with enough time left in the evening for her to do it, and get home at a reasonable hour, they could do it, while Zack watched TV or something. Zack did not get to watch, she stressed. He understood.

"Okay," Zack said. "At some point this week I'm gonna break the news to him that we've been fucking for a while."

"Yes, good idea. Only, do not say "fucking". Say "making love" or something silly like that."

"Yes, making love sounds much better. I'll remember that."


The other important thing was that Serenity get to spend enough time with the South family for all this to occur. They were talking on the phone, when she told Zack her scheme.

"I have talked to Chastity Zoer. She's a pretty good friend anyway, and she has agreed to cover for me, with my mom. I've spent the night with her before, and I think I can pull it off, this time. You can take me over to her house in the morning, and my mom can come and get me there. I have already told her that the four of us..."

"There are only three of us, at this point, if you're staying with her." he said.

"No, there is four. She has a boyfriend, too. And my mom knows that her mom is even freakier about rapist ramboes that she is. She'll let me go out with you because she knows that Chastity's mom will be keeping an eye on us, and all that."

"Serenity. Does your mom even know I exist?"

"Hell yeah. She's seen you in the driveway before. I've told her all about you. Well, almost all."


"Anyway... Zack... if your dad goes for it, after I do him and take a shower... I can spend the night in your bed, right?"

Oh, hell yeah. That would be too cool. Yes, the shower part would probably be a necessity, for all involved. He didn't want to be sliding around on his dad's cum. Ugh. Still, that would be cool, to have her in his bed.

"Serenity. When we go away to college, this is gonna be so cool. We'll get to do this shit every night. Hell, maybe we can even move in together."

"Shit. Yeah. Except that first year, you have to stay in the dorms, at Northwest."

"Yes. We'll work something out. It'll be killer, though."


"So, you'll be over about six, Saturday night? Or will we actually have to go to a movie?"

"No, Chastity and Herb are actually going to a movie, he's picking her up, and they are supposedly going to meet us there. So her mom will not actually know if we are there, or not. She will just have to trust us."

"Heh," he said.

"Yes," she said. "Heh."


The closer it got to Saturday, the more nervous Zack got. He finally realized Thursday night that there just wasn't any time left. He just had to tell his dad.

That night, as they ate two TV dinners in front of the TV, he finally started the ball rolling.

"Dad," he said. "Hit the mute."

His dad did, and then waited.

"Dad," Zack said, summoning up his courage. "I gotta tell you something. I think you deserve to know. I respect you that much." Butter him up good, he thought.

"Okay..." Ben said, sounding a bit puzzled.

"Dad... I just want you to know... Serenity and I love each other very much... she is the one for me, I know it... it's not just puppy love... Dad... for a while now, we've been... making out. Pretty heavy..."

"Okay..." his dad just stared at him. Shit, thought Zack.

"I'm trying to say... we've made love... I think you deserve to know that... but don't worry, she's on the pill... nothing will happen..."

"Zack. Thank you for confiding in me." his dad said. "Although I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with this knowledge. You are sure she's protected? Do you guys have any idea how much a baby would screw up your lives?"

"Yes... I think we do. Yes, she takes her pill every day..."

"Well, all I can say is welcome to the adult world. I'm not going to give you a lecture. In this day, I suppose it's inevitable that you kids start early. Are her parents aware of this?"

"Hell no," Zack laughed.

"Well, be very aware of that. They might not take to kindly to you having your way with her. That is one thing to be very careful of."

"Yes, I'm... aware. We are careful. And we don't do it a lot..."

"Well, good luck to you. I hope you're right, Zack... I hope she's the one. She is very sweet, a very nice girl."

Oh, thought Zack, you don't know the half of it. But you will, you will.

"Dad," he said. His dad raised an eyebrow.

"Sixteen is not young, any more. Most of my friends got their cherries popped when they were thirteen or fourteen. I'm in the minority."

"Well, thanks for waiting this long."

"When did you?"

"When did I what, lose my virginity?"

"Yeah. How old were you."

"Well... I almost hate to say it, but I was just fifteen. To a miss Lydia Bynes. The girl that should have been your mother."

"Heh." he was surprised his dad had admitted he was younger than he was. That is cool, then, he thought.

"Zack. Just keep in mind that you're young, and you have your whole life ahead of you. There's college, and all that. If you do tie yourself up, make sure it's with the right person."

"Yeah, dad. I will. I have, I am. I'm sure she's the right one. I just hope she keeps thinking that."

"Well, it does take two. But, if she is the right one, she'll stick around."

They small talked for a while longer, and Zack thought it had gone well. His dad did not freak. He did not ground him. He did not take the anti-makeout-mobile away. He just accepted it, and moved on. Good, good. Maybe we do have a chance, he thought.


That Friday, he talked to Serenity again, at length, about what they were planning on. They were sitting in McDerp's, this time.

"And you are sure?" he asked, wanting to give her an out, before the thing got underway.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I'm a bit nervous, now that it's this close."

"Yeah, me too."

"What if he freaks? What if he yells, and tells me to get out? What if he calls me a whore or something?"

"Serenity," he paused. He didn't know how to really get this part across. He'd just say it. "Serenity, my dad is not like that. I've never seen him get mad, except that time somebody put shit in our mailbox. He won't call you anything. If he doesn't agree with it, he'll just say no. I know him that well, at least. He'll just say no, and go on with his life."

"And I'll be embarrassed for the rest of mine. How can I ever face him again, if he says no?" she asked. He fervently hoped that wasn't true. He didn't want to lose her, if his dad said no. He didn't even want to take the smallest chance of it.

"You can face him. He won't treat you any different. He's a seriously nice guy, Serenity. He'll love you for it, for just offering, even if he says no, I think." He really thought that, too.

"Shit. Well, okay, let's do it."


She came over about three. She brought a small bag with her, and they left it in his car. They played around outside for a while, he took her down to the pond, and the potato patch, or where it used to be, and they just wandered the farm for a while. They finally found his dad, working on a mower in the barn, and sat and talked with him for a long time. Zack felt like the progression of events had started. He could tell his dad really liked Serenity, his dad was noticeably different around her, to someone who knew him well. He was louder and funnier, and more animated. Pretty girls just do that, Zack knew. And this one was the prettiest one of all. He idly wondered if his dad was jealous, now that he knew Zack was doing her. He kind of hoped he was.

Finally, five-ish, they went inside, and his dad cooked a large country-style breakfast, for dinner. Serenity ate like she was famished, and they both laughed at her.

"When you gotta be home?" his dad asked her. She and Zack traded glances.

"Well," she said. "I don't actually have to be home tonight. I'm spending the night with my friend Chastity. We might all go see a movie later, we haven't decided yet."

"I see," his dad said. "Just making conversation."


Serenity and Zack moved to the couch, and watched TV for a while. His dad finally came in, with a gun, and Serenity shrieked. His dad laughed. "Just cleanin' it," he said, and proceeded to take the gun apart. Serenity got up and went over and watched him, and he explained all the parts and how it worked and all that. She acted very interested.

They are getting along just fine, Zack thought. Good. She was her usual feisty self, and she picked at his dad some, making him laugh and weakly defend himself from her verbal sparring. Zack could tell he loved just talking to the girl. Just you wait, he thought. Just you wait until she's sitting on your face. We'll see who does the talking, then.

Zack was stunned a few minutes later to look over, and see his dad sitting in his big chair, with Serenity perched on his lap. Goddam, he thought, that girl moves quick. He quickly glanced back to the TV, not wanting his dad to think he was mad or anything. He pretended like it didn't bother him, and it actually didn't. This is his night, he thought. I'll get some sloppy seconds, later, but now, this is his night. He idly wondered if his dad ever jerked off, or had wet dreams. He might be pretty full of the stuff, Zack thought.

Serenity lay back again Ben's body, comfortable. She liked him, she really liked him. She now liked him second only to his son. Even her own family came in way third. If he just says yes, she thought. This will work out perfectly if he just says yes. Father and son. This will be kind of cool, actually. She though of, what if the situation were reversed. Could she sit comfortably on the couch at home, knowing that Zack was fixing to fuck her mother? No, she could not. That would not work at all. She was glad Zack loved her enough to let her do this. She was surprised at herself, at how eager she was to try somebody else. But Zack's father was the only person she'd ever actually consider doing. Anybody else wouldn't be fair to him.

She turned on his lap, and cuddled into him a little more. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands, and she took them, one at a time, and draped them over her stomach. Her hard flat stomach. He pressed them, palms down, into her stomach. It felt good.

Zack pretended to go to sleep. He even snored a little. He desperately wanted to know what they were doing, but he didn't want to spoil it. He didn't figure his dad would just out and out take advantage of him sleeping to feel off his girlfriend, but he figured that Serenity would realize why he was pretending and make the best of it. He almost thought he heard her whispering. Well, somebody was whispering.

He was right. It was her. She had leaned back, and was whispering into Ben's ear. He had a hard time even listening to her, it was such an intense experience for him, feeling her lips touch his ear, and her hot breath literally entering his ear canal. Damn, he thought, this girl. Damn.

Ben wasn't even a part time pedophile. Well, that's not fair, she certainly wasn't a kid. She had an incredible figure, to him, slim sexy flat stomach, which he'd just rubbed, by the way, nice plump hips and thighs, and the sexiest, pert, perky little boobs he'd seen in a long time. That kid is lucky, he thought, dipping his wick into something this delectable. That kid is damn lucky, I hope he realizes it.

"Mr. South," she whispered, and he stopped her right then and there.

"Ben," he whispered. "Ben."

"Yes, Ben," she whispered. "I want you to know that I love your son very much. I love him more than life. I love him more than I even love myself, if you can believe that." They both giggled at that.

"I just want you to know that I'll never mistreat him. I will be the perfect mate to him. I will love him until we are old people, and we will die on the same day, just because we can't stand to be apart."

"I understand," he whispered back, feeling her ear on his lips. God, he thought, that is sexy. Just her ear is sexier than fuck. He wanted to stick his tongue in it so bad it hurt. He was suddenly aware of his erection, almost pushing into the crack of her ass. Oh, shit, he thought.

"Just wanted you to know," she said, and then she kissed him, right on his ear. Oh shit, he thought again. Oh shit. I am gonna cream my jeans if this girl don't get off me. He didn't want her to get off, though.

They just lay there for the longest time, while Zack slept. Well, Serenity didn't think he was really asleep. She thought he was taking the easy way out, on this part of it. She was right.

Ben's hands were still flat on her flat stomach. Just her belly felt sexier than shit to him. He thought about sticking his finger in her belly button, just so he could say something of his had been inside her body, but he didn't. He didn't want to be intrusive. He didn't want to freak her out.

She finally put her hands over his, and just held them. He was content. He didn't figure she'd done it for any reason. He was aware, though, when she slowly scooted their hands upwards. Further and further up, towards her fabulous tits. Finally, he could feel the underneath side of her breasts, against the back and sides of his hands. She felt nice and soft. He wondered if she was aware of where his hands were.

Yes, she was aware. She wanted to just plop his hands on her tits, but she realized that was probably moving a bit too quick. She thought the same thing that Zack thought, that he probably wouldn't take advantage of his son's girlfriend. And, they were both right, he wouldn't have.

It was eight o'clock. Zack finally pretended to wake up. He went to the kitchen and got some pepsis. They sat around and drank, and Serenity finally stretched and sat up. She slowly crawled off Ben's lap, and sat on the couch beside Zack.

"Ben," she said softly, and he gave her his full attention. Oh, shit, thought Zack. Here we go.

"Ben, I came over tonight for a special reason." she said, and he nodded.

"Zack and I have been thinking, thinking a long time on this. And we've decided to do something about it. It's something that means a lot to him, and because of that it means a lot to me."

"Okay..." Ben said. Oh shit, he thought. They want to get married. Oh shit.

"We know that you haven't had a girlfriend in a long time. Zack says years. You're an adult man, and you have needs. You know that. It's not normal, to go that long. It's not good for you, mentally or whatever."

What the fuck? he thought, nonplussed. Is this about me, or them?

"Ben. We've decided, we've decided on something to help you, until you do get a girlfriend. And you will, eventually, we all know that. It just hasn't happened yet. But, until then... until you do... Ben... we wanna offer... we wanna offer me, to you. I want to. Zack and I. We want you to make love to me."

Oh, holy fucking shit, he thought. What the fuck. That is what this is all about? Me? Me, and my inability to have a meaningful relationship with the opposite sex? Hell, to have a relationship period with the opposite sex. Shit. Shit.

His mind raced. In spite of that, he didn't know what to say. They just sat, and stared at him. One part of his mind did have the presence of mind to think, oh, hell yeah. I'd do that.

"Kids..." he finally said. "I'm not sure if you realize what you're saying, what your doing... but, before we go any further, thank you. Thanks for thinking of me. But I can't do that, you know it, and I know it. I cannot take advantage of you, Serenity. I just can't. It's not done, it doesn't work that way. You two are a sweet couple. I don't want to screw that up."

"You won't, dad," Zack said. "We've given this a lot of thought. You won't."

"It'll..." Serenity said. "Mr. South. If anything, it'll make what we have stronger. It'll make us... more of a family."

"Darlin'," he laughed at that one. "My little dear, sex does not cement families together. Love cements families together. Sex usually destroys families."

"It won't ours. Dad. We love each other that much." Zack said.

"Zack... Serenity..." he was exasperated. "You're just a couple of kids, my apologies... but you're just a couple of kids. Life is way different than what I think you guys think it is. People just don't do things like this. Well, maybe hillbillies do... but normal people do not."

"Dad," Zack said. "We are not normal people. We love each other more than what is normal. We love each other strong enough to get through this. Like she said, it'll just make us stronger."

"Mr. South," she said. He laughed, interrupting her.

"So it's back to Mr. South? What happened to Ben?"

"Okay. Ben," she said. "Think of this as a gift. Accept it in the spirit that it's given in. Just for tonight, forget everything, and enjoy yourself. I have confidence in my ability to make you enjoy yourself. Please. Do this for me, for Zack, and most of all for yourself. Make yourself happy. And give me a little happiness, too. Zack... we'll worry about Zack, later."

Ben South sighed. He didn't feel like he was getting through to these two. He knew his son was slightly stubborn, but, in the short time he'd known her, he could tell this girl took stubbornness to a new level. He knew she was going to be tough. He didn't want to send her home disappointed, embarrassed and possibly mess up the kid's relationship. But he knew he couldn't do what they were asking.

"Guys... thanks again... I appreciate it greatly, and yes, I admit I'd love it... but I just can't. Understand? I just can't"

"You can, Ben," said Serenity, stubbornly. How right I was, he thought. "You can do it. We wouldn't ask you to do it if we didn't have some confidence that we could make you see it from our point of view. Listen. There's nothing wrong with what we ask. We are all adults. We are in command and control of our bodies. Take some pleasure from me, please. Zack will stay in here and watch TV, and you and I can just go in your bedroom for an hour or two. It's okay. Nothing bad will come of it."

"Actually," Ben said, "You guys are not adults. Not for another two years."

"That's a silly law," said Serenity. "Yes, I believe we are adults. We can drive, we can think, we can decide our destinies. We are old enough to have sex, and we're old enough to decide who we have sex with."

"Shit," Zack was surprised to hear his father cuss. That's a first, he thought. Ben continued. "I just can't. I wouldn't be able to keep from seeing Zack's face. Honestly, I'm not sure I could... get it up," he was embarrassed to say those words in front of a teenaged girl, but he did. Although, he didn't think they were true.

"Hey," said Serenity. "What I felt underneath me, when I was on your lap? I don't think you'll have a problem."

He did get embarrassed, at that. It had been that obvious? He hadn't thought so. Well, it was true. He knew he'd have no trouble getting it up. He'd just said that to try and head them off.

"Sex is a serious business," he said. "You guys think you're experts at it just because you've had a few rolls in the hayloft. Yes, I found your love nest, a few weeks ago. I'm not an idiot. Sex is more than just... fucking. The emotional parts of it are much more important, and delicate. Sex causes hidden entanglements in people's live, it mixes things all up. It causes unseen problems, problems that lie low for years, and then spring up, totally fucking up people's live. I don't want to take a chance on any of that, with you guys. You guys have a beautiful thing going. Don't fuck it up. Don't do this."

"Ben," said Serenity. "You are right about a lot of that. And I don't think I'm an expert at anything. But, in the end, I believe what I said, what Zack said. Our love is strong enough. And this will only make it stronger. If we all agree to that, and agree to work out any problem that may arise, we can do this without worries. I think that. I think that we can."

"Shit," he said, bowing his head, shaking it. "Shit."

"Dad," said Zack. "Do this for me. For yourself, and me. Don't cheapen Serenity's offer. Just say yes... please?"

Ben sighed again. He really didn't know what to do. He didn't, in good conscience, feel like he could accept the offer. And these kids did have something. Maybe they were right, maybe it would just make their love stronger. He'd never heard of such a thing working out, but it's not something you'd hear of. You just heard about the bad ones.

"Shit," he said again, and looked at Serenity. Her eyes bored into his soul. "You are a very persuasive young lady."

"It's because what I'm saying is right. Deep inside, somewhere, you know that. We can do this, and get over it. And you'll enjoy it. Come on. Let's go in the bedroom."

He just laughed, again.

"Come on, dad. Admit it. She's a fox, and you'd like to do her." Zack said. Shit, thought Ben. Can't deny that one. She is a fox.

He stood, and then sat back down. His mind was in turmoil. What's the worst, he thought, the worst fucking thing that could come of this? Well, I could go to jail, she's a minor. That's the worst. Second worst? Her and Zack could break up over it. That's the thing that'd almost be worse than jail. Do you think their love is really that strong? he asked himself. Could it survive, if she gave herself to me? If she fucked me?

"Okay," he said. "I admit it, freely. I'd love nothing more than to make love to you, darling. But I can't, not legally. You're only sixteen. Haven't you ever heard the phrase, sixteen will get you twenty?"

Serenity just snorted. "Somebody'd have to know, for that to be true. No one will ever know, trust me."

"Weirdly," he said, "I do trust you. But, still... it's a risk, for many reasons."

"Well," said Zack, "It's not a risk for relationship reasons. It won't affect our relationship, not Serenity's and mine. And I don't think, in the long run, it'll affect mine, and yours, dad. Or Serenity's, and yours."

"Shit," his dad said, for about the hundredth time that evening. They sat for a while, in silence.

"Well," said Serenity brightly, "It's decided, then. Zack, please make yourself comfortable. We'll be out in a few hours."

Ben laughed. "Nothing is decided, little darlin'," he said.

"Come on, dad," said Zack. "You know you want to. You already admitted it."

"Yeah..." said Ben. "But... still... it's just not right."

"Oh!" said Serenity, annoyed. "What's right and wrong, anyway? If it's what we all want to do, let's do it. We'll iron the crap out, later."

That made him laugh again. Things were so cut and dried, for the young. He thought again... exactly why can't I do this, again? Other than minor details, like it being illegal...

Serenity stood, and went over to his chair, and crawled up into his lap again. This time she faced him, though, and she lay on him, her chest against his, her legs spread apart over his, her head beside his head. He heard her whisper, and felt her hot breath in his ear, again. His penis betrayed him, and began to get hard again.

"Darling..." she whispered. "Do this, then, for the wrong reasons. Do it just for me. Let me know what a man feels like inside me. Ben. Please. Fuck me."

Shit. He had always thought he was a strong man. Mentally, and physically. But then, a luscious young girl on his lap, literally straddling his legs... he knew suddenly they had won. With an almost palpable relief, he knew he was going to taste her tonight. Nothing left but to mop up the details, he thought.

He wrapped his arms around her midsection, and hugged her to his body. She felt so nice, so soft and warm. He hungered for her. He knew anybody would have done it for him. At this stage? After this long? Almost anybody would have been good enough. But this? This perfect thing? This luscious, delectable creature? How the hell will I keep from cumming, he thought. Hell, I'll be lucky to get my pants off. I'll wash her away.

The three of them were silent for a while. Zack was half-way pretending to be asleep again. Ben just lay there, drinking in her beauty, filling his nose with her delicate scent. His cock was as hard as diamond, he thought. He wondered if she could feel it, again. He kind of hoped she could.

She finally sat up, on him. She put a hand on each shoulder, and leaned her hips forward. He felt her grinding into his hard cock. Shit, he thought. Shit. That feels so good it hurts. She ground hard, again. And again. There was no doubt what she was doing, what she was feeling.

She leaned forward so far he thought she was going to kiss him. He looked over to Zack, on the couch. He couldn't see his eyes. The damn boy looked asleep, again. I'm getting a fucking X-rated lap dance from his girlfriend, and he's fucking asleep.

She whispered right into his face, and he could feel her sweet breath on his lips, nose and eyes.

"Ben. Come to bed." was all she said. She got up, and headed for his bedroom. How the fuck does she even know where my bedroom is? he thought. What the fuck, what the fuck. He stood, and followed her.


She suddenly seemed shy and coy, after the door was closed. After they were alone.

"Darling," he said. "Are you sure about this? Damn sure?"

She stubbornly nodded her head. "Yes," she said. "Damn sure."

She stood up from his bed, and kicked her jeans down her legs. Her shirt went in the floor. She looked at him, clad in just some sexy pink panties, and a sexier-than-shit black low-cut bra.

"Ben. Take my clothes off," she commanded, and he obeyed. His hands were trembling, he realized. He reached around her, and fumbled with the fastener to her bra. It finally came undone, and she held out her arms. He slid her bra down them, and his breath caught in his throat. Her beauty almost brought him to his knees. Her breasts were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Full, round, luscious... two huge fat puffy nipples topped them. He could just imagine what they were going to feel like, in his mouth. Shit, he thought. Her nipples are actually as big as some whole breasts I have seen. Shit, shit.

He dropped to his knees in front of her. He hooked a thumb on each side of her panties, and slowly walked them down her legs. He wanted this to last a good long time. Her little pussy came into view, and he thought, I'm gonna die. I'm just gonna fuckin' die. She was shaved, except for a little patch right above her pussy. She was smooth, damn smooth, he could tell without even touching her that she'd shaved this morning. My lips, he thought, my lips are going to feel that smoothness. For as long as I can get away with it. Goddam. Goddam.

Her panties were at her ankles. He slowly leaned forward, and rested his forehead on her veneris mons. He could smell her. His nose was less than an inch from her cunt, of course he could smell her. Damn, she smelled good. She smelled like heaven. He'd never smelled anything this good in his life. Jeezus, he thought. Take me now. I am dying.

He stuck his tongue out, and licked down her slit as far as he could. She tasted even better than she smelled. He pushed his tongue into her, tasting that indefinable taste that was pussy. He'd never had one this good before. He wasn't a stranger to pussy, he'd had his glory days. But he never remembered it being this good.

She sat on the bed, and scooted over to the middle of it. He dropped his shirt on the floor, and then his pants. He felt no embarrassment, he was too excited at this stage. He kicked his briefs off, and his cock stood out at a ninety degree angle. Maybe up a few degrees.

Serenity looked at his cock, and was pleased. This is number two for me, she thought. After this, I won't need to count. This will be enough. One for the money, two for the show. Whatever my subconscious meant by that. Dunno. She was pleased that he wasn't a monster, or he wasn't a midget. That thing looks just about right, she thought. She was already wondering what it would feel like in her mouth. It looked hard, damn hard. Zack got pretty hard, but this one looked almost a little harder. She wondered again how long it'd been for him.

He approached the bed, and climbed onto it. She knew what he was going to do. She leaned back against the pillow, and prepared herself for some major pleasure. Surely, at his age, she thought, he is an old pro at licking pussy. I'm sure I'll be cumming, in just a few.

He fooled her, though. He went for her tits, first. Well, she thought, warm-up round. Her breasts were just the most wonderful thing he'd ever touched. They were soft, and firm. They were incredible. And those nipples. Those nipples gave him goose bumps. Full, and fat... they rose a full inch or more from the end of her breast... just incredible. He licked and sucked, feeling their fatness in his mouth. He tasted just the slightest of tastes, of her body, then...  a delicate perfume or body wash of some kind... a tiny, sexy hint of sweat... her tastes and smells turned him on beyond belief. Just amazing.

The minutes rolled past. He was content to suck on her tits. He squeezed and kneaded them, feeling their firm softness... he was in heaven. Totally in heaven. What a crime, he thought, to hide these. To put on a shirt every day and hide these. She could rule the world, with these damn things. She's certainly gonna rule mine, from now on. He'd sucked on some nice tits before, but none as nice as these.

He finally slid and licked his way down past her smooth tight stomach, past her cute little belly button, to her pussy proper. The gates of heaven. He was insanely turned on. Ben liked pussy, he was a big fan of it. He was all for it. And this one was way sweeter than any he'd ever had. He spread her pussy lips apart with his fingers, and just stared, entranced. What a cute fucking pussy, he thought. That is just too cute. Lovely. I'm out of words, already. He touched his tongue to her fat little clit. The little bud of flesh almost felt hard beneath his tongue. He flicked and licked it, feeling her squirm beneath him.

She was so turned on that she just blew up, in a minute or less. She came hard, her whole body trembling and shaking, her legs almost pounding the mattress. She was gasping for breath, and she was sure that she had made some embarrassing noises. She couldn't remember. But it was good, damn good. He was good. Like she'd thought, he was a pro. And he was still licking. I'm not even gonna count, she thought. I'm just gonna cum.

Most of their time together, that's all they did. That would have been enough for him, just to taste her sweetness. He licked her pussy until it didn't have any flavor left. He inhaled her, he just sucked her in. He loved her more than he ever thought possible. He was almost sorry to think that this might be the only time they'd do this. He wouldn't beg, but shit. Gimme a month or two, he thought, and let's do this shit again. He laughed at himself. He hadn't even finished the first time, and he was worrying about the second.

Her pussy was incredible, to him. Soft and sweet... not to mention that taste. It all came together and just blew his mind. She's walking around this world, he thought, with this in her pants. in-fucking-credible. He licked down her pussy lips, and she lifted her ass off the bed and spread her ass cheeks with her hands. He touched her asshole with his tongue. Oh my fuckin' god, he thought. And I thought her pussy was out of this world. Her asshole was just too much. He licked her little puckered hole, just loving the shit out of it. It tasted different, but every bit as good as her pussy had. I could eat this every day, he thought. Until I die. Damn, damn, damn.

She finally grabbed his head and pulled him up to where she was. They just lay for the longest time, him holding her body. She felt soft and warm and just everything to him. He loved her, he just held her and loved her. He'd never loved this hard before. He'd never loved this deeply. He wondered how deeply her and Zack loved each other, if it even approached what he felt for her, now. He hoped so. Now that he'd gone this far, he hoped so.

He could still back out, he knew. He hadn't fucked her yet. He could put on his clothes and walk away. Well, a stronger man could. He wasn't sure if he was that strong. She was the most powerful drug he'd ever taken. Well, she was actually the only drug he'd ever taken... she had a powerful hold on him. He hoped what she and Zack had was as strong. He hoped, as much as he loved her, he hoped that he wouldn't regret this someday.

He finally kissed her. She giggled, and kissed back. She crawled on top of him, and they kissed. She rubbed his rock-hard cock with her sweet bare smooth pussy, and they kissed. He finally felt his cock fit right into her pussy, and he thought, damn. There we go. Just like magic.

"Oh not you're not," she said, and pulled away from him. She scooted down his body. "Now it's my turn," she said. "You got to play, now let me. Before we fuck, let me."

She engulfed his hardness in her wet soft mouth. He almost came, then. Shit. This was going to be hard. He knew, though, he knew he was so turned on he'd still be able to fuck her, even if he came in her mouth. He realized it was inevitable. He was going to cum pretty quick, with sensations like this coming from his cock.

"Baby," he said. "I'm gonna cum pretty quick if you keep that up."

"Mmph," she said. He took that as "okay". Don't fight it, he thought. Relax. It'll last longer if you relax. He relaxed, as hard as he could.

He did last a good long time, he thought. Finally, though, he felt it, and he touched her shoulder to let her know. She nodded, and with a giant jerk he filled her mouth with semen. Again and again he squirted, and she gulped it down. He could tell that her level of experience was still a bit low, but she did a good job. Even bad blowjobs were good, he knew. He loved it, though, as much as he loved her. It was the sexiest blowjob he'd ever had. By the sexiest girl, that was for sure.

After it was over, she crawled back up his body, and he held her again. She finally turned her face to his, and they kissed again. He tasted his own sperm on her tongue, as he licked it. Ordinarily, he thought, that would disgust me. But now, in her mouth? that is the sexiest shit ever. His dick was still half hard. It had never gone down, he realized. Getting hard again was probably not going to be a problem.

Thirty minutes later, they were still kissing. He was content. If all we did was this, it would be good enough, he thought, aware that he'd told himself that about eating her pussy, also. Even this, even just this.

She finally began squirming around on him, and he realized that she was trying to find his cock with her pussy. He reached down and guided it, and finally he felt her pussy lips on the head of his dick. She was on top, so he let her set the pace. She pushed back against him, and he felt her pussy lips spreading as his cock entered her body. Damn, it felt good. She was tight, she was fucking tight. Jeezus. She almost turned his dick inside out, she was so tight. She could still be virgin, he thought. Fuck.

At last he was all the way in. She rested, for a moment, and then she bucked, and he felt his cock slide out, and back in. His cock felt so hard he couldn't believe he'd cum less than an hour ago. She certainly brought out the best in him.

She settled on a nice even pace, and they began to fuck. This is what fucking is supposed to feel like, he thought. I had it wrong all these years. This is it. This is perfect. Just let me hang on.

After a while, he carefully rolled her over, so that she was on bottom. Almost without breaking pace, even. She sighed and moaned, and he realized that she was cumming just a little bit. He pumped away, glad to make her feel so good. One thing I can still do right, he thought.

She finally came again, big time. He just kept pounding. Let's see just how fuckin' orgasmic you are, he thought. He felt like he could go all night. He was glad he'd cum in her mouth, now. It had helped immensely. He was good to go, now.

After maybe ten minutes, she came again. And again, later. Damn, he thought. She's good. She can just let go, and enjoy herself. She already has a good handle on that. He'd known women that could hardly cum at all, women that were a chore to fuck, for that reason. Of course, he always got the blame when they couldn't manage to cum. But this one... damn... she had it down, already. He knew she was confident, and strong-willed. She doesn't know any better, he thought. You're supposed to cum, so she cums. It's that easy for her.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, he knew he was approaching the wall. Time to cum, he thought. Time to cum. He relaxed what he needed to relax, and tensed up what he needed to tense up. The next time she came, which seemed to be coming faster and faster, he finally let himself go, and squirted his seed deep inside her body. Again and again... damn... just like when she'd sucked him... he didn't know he had that much, in his whole body.

They lay, exhausted, spent. He rolled, and held her on top of his body, his arms on her back. He looked at the clock. It was past two. Jeezus. They'd been at this for hours. He wanted more, but he knew fair was fair. She'd held her end of the bargain. He had to give her up, now.

"Darling," he said softly, his mouth at her ear. "Thank you. I know that's not enough, but thank you. There is no way I can repay you, all I can do is say thank you."

She turned and smiled at him. "Thank you," she said. "That was wonderful. You are very good. I enjoyed myself, greatly."

"Oh, not nearly as much as I enjoyed you," he said, laughing. "Darling. I hate to tell you bye, but you need to go out and wake up Zack. Tell him thanks, for me. And, again, thank you. You are the loveliest thing in the world. Thank you for a taste. I will never forget this."

"Oh..." she said, smiling. "You're making it sound like we're never gonna do it again!"

He didn't dare hope. He didn't know if he could stand it again, if his heart could take it. But he knew he'd try.

She kissed him softly. "We'll do this every now and then," she said. "Maybe once a week or so. We'll see what works out."

He gently kissed her. Just a little smooch. She sighed, and sat up. She crawled off him, and collected her clothes from the floor. He watched her slide her panties up, and wiggle them into place. She didn't put her bra on, and she didn't button up her shirt. He was excited all over again to see her tits, inside her shirt. He felt like he was getting away with something, to peek at her. He remembered well the feeling of those fat nipples in his mouth. He knew he'd never forget it.

She picked up her jeans, and stood for a moment, looking down at him. She suddenly leaned over the bed, and took his penis in her mouth, sucking hard and running out to the end of it with her lips. She stood.

"You had some shit on it," she explained, "Not shit shit. Cum or something." He nodded. She stopped at the door, and turned again.

"Goodnight, Mr. South," she said simply, and was gone. She shut the door behind her.

Shit. He lay back, tired. Sunday tomorrow. He'd sleep late. He hoped Zack could get up, and get her to her friend's house in time. He set the alarm on his phone, just in case.

Damn, he thought. That was exhausting. But worth it. What a girl, what a girl. Have to do something special, for those kids, he mused. Have to let them know how much I appreciated that. How much I needed that.


The room was dark. Serenity snuggled beneath the comforter, feeling Zack's naked body beside her. Her hair was wet, she'd taken a quick shower, and tried to wash all the cum out of her pussy. She was full of the shit. He'd been full of the shit, that was for sure. He must not have cum in years, she thought.

She felt comfortable. She felt no regrets. It went well, she'd told Zack, after she'd woke him up. He yawned and blinked, and listened to her quick run-down of the evening's events. He didn't need to hear details. She just gave him an outline.




"Are we okay, then?"

"Yeah. We're okay. You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm okay. I told him something, though. I should have checked with you first, but I just said it... kinda spur of the momentish..."


"I said maybe we'd do that... once a weekish... is that okay with you?"

"Hell yeah. It's okay."

"You're really okay with all this."

"Yes. I'm really okay with all this."

"You are good son. How many sons would do that, for their dad?"

"Yeah. I know. You are a good girlfriend. How many girlfriends would do that, for their boyfriend's father?"

"Prolly not very many. Yes, we are good little children."

"Your mom wouldn't think so."

"Fuck my mom."

"Not a fucking chance. Now. Serenity. Either fuck me, or let's go to sleep. Are you too tired to fuck?"

"Fuck no. Fuck, no. Hey. Zack. Let's fuck!"



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