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Archive name: homeafter.txt
Authors name: Lovin Lingayet (lovinlingam@hotmail.com)
Story title : Home After Work

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Home After Work  (MFg-mast, inc, rom) 
by Lovin Lingayet (lovinlingam@hotmail.com)

***

Bill Henley groaned in frustration as he walked up the 
sidewalk to his front door. His cock was half erect and 
still throbbing in his slacks.  He turned halfway to 
the door to watch his carpool ride drive away, Linda's 
head could barely be seen bobbing up and down on Rick's 
lap as he waved Bill good-bye and turned back toward 
the exit to the subdivision. The bastard would probably 
take his sweet time getting Linda home so that he could 
shoot off in her mouth. 

Not that Rick was to blame for Bill's frustration. Bill 
had gotten five full minutes in the back seat with 
Linda's wonderful mouth after all. It was that damned 
Joe "call me Joseph" bastard from networking group and 
his tight-assed views about sex in public places. The 
car was hardly the same as fucking in an open air 
restaurant, and a simple blow job was hardly sex 
anyway, but all that didn't seem to be worth a damn in 
the actual practice.

Bill let out a resigned sigh. It really hadn't been 
Joseph's fault either, he hadn't specifically asked for 
them to not engage in such activities.  Linda just went 
into the modest closed thighs mode every time he was 
around. It wasn't like five minutes worth of blow job 
heaven after Joseph got off at his stop was too short 
either. 

If it hadn't been for the morning fuck session with his 
wife, the coffee break blow job from Sally in 
personnel, the usual lunch break quickie with his 
secretary, and a post meeting mini orgy set up by one 
of their suppliers, maybe he could have shot something 
off in the five minutes.

The feel of Linda's saliva cooling on his prick 
returned him to his bad mood. Aww, who was he kidding? 
He hadn't gotten off in five minutes since he had left 
his twenties behind. No matter how good it got. He 
would have needed the entire forty minutes they had 
spent in highway gridlock to cum.  Even with Linda's 
expert tongue. 

At least he could still get it up, Bill was a little 
better than most in that department. Most men would 
poop out after their third or fourth cum, but Bill 
could go for 8-10 before hitting his daily limit. But 
along with the ability came the hungry need, and his 
deflating cock made him groan in frustration again 
before he entered the front door of his house.

Inside, he could hear his wife Sarah cooking dinner. 
Fat chance she would let him fuck her before dinner, 
and he needed to get off fast. He would just have to 
satisfy himself with his hands and whatever sex flick 
he could find on the tube.  When he rounded the corner 
from the living room into the kitchen, his cock gave a 
lurch as he saw the smooth perfection of his wife's 
body covered only in an apron. It was her usual attire 
for working around the house, but it never failed to 
get a rise out of Bill, so to speak.

"Mmmm... You look so good, honey," Bill said, as he 
came up to her from behind, wrapping one arm around her 
and using the other to gently stroke her pussy lips 
from behind. It was the truth. Sarah was a gorgeous 
honey blond with 34C bust and curves that would make 
most women jealous. At 28 years old, she was 9 years 
younger than Bill, and looked a whole lot younger.

"Oh, you," Sarah said, giggling and turning partly to 
give him a kiss.

Bill cupped her cunt with one hand while he reached for 
his zipper with the other. "Let's have a little fun 
right now in the kitchen."

"Oh, no you don't," Sarah pushed him away, laughing. "I 
still got cooking to do."

"Dammit, Sarah... Why don't you keep cooking while I 
slip it in from behind?" Bill had his cock out in his 
hand. It was slowly wagging up and down as if begging 
for pussy.

"Uh-huh, we can have fun when we go to bed.  Right now, 
I have to finish before the girls get home."

Bill groaned in frustration before giving up and going 
to the fridge to grab a beer. Mentally, he cursed her 
as a frigid bitch. Oh, well... Back to plan A. Jacking 
off in front of the TV wasn't that bad.

"Where's the boy?" He asked as he grabbed a cold one.

"Upstairs, with Jenny and Jilly."

"The Fuckminster twins." Bill quipped.

"Yeah, the Fuckminster twins." Sarah agreed.

"They've been up there for an hour now. I think the 
girls monopolize him too much. Coming over every day. 
He's got to have some room for variety at his age, you 
know?"

The last part of her words had to be spoken a bit more 
loudly because Bill had stopped listening to her early 
on and gone into the family room to settle in front of 
the TV. As he browsed through the porn channels, he 
stripped his pants off a pulled a little on his prick. 
He hoped there was something halfway decent on.

As he flipped to the fifth cable porn channel, he 
smiled, it was a Leslie Moore special. Leslie was one 
of Bill's favorite porn stars. She could paint, sing, 
act, do gymnastics, and put on an incredibly hot fuck 
session. A real-assed multitalented fuck slut. On top 
of that, she was a pretty little brunette, with a smile 
to die for.  

What Bill wouldn't have given just for an hour with 
Leslie. Today, it was her getting gang banged on a 
crowded subway platform. She sometimes had her back 
supported by a post, and sometimes she just lay on her 
back on the dirty subway floor. For a while she was 
even suspended in air by a couple of guys as they 
plowed her from front and behind at the same time. 

Just watching her being used like a cheap slut pumped a 
few ounces of blood straight into his prick. Most of 
Leslie's porn flicks were high production affairs with 
exotic locations, and great stories that put her 
talents to full use, but this one was just a gonzo fuck 
fest. Not that either Bill, or his prick minded. It was 
nice to see miss perfection get the balling of her life 
once in a while.

Each time another guy slipped into her either by her 
pussy, ass, or mouth, his name and state he lived in 
appeared in subtitles. Bill wondered about that a 
little bit. The names didn't seem familiar.  What was 
that for? By the looks of it there were an awful lot of 
men from how many times they changed.
They didn't seem to be pros either

"Damn, she's doing one of her fan fucking marathons 
again," said Christy, his younger daughter from behind 
him, answering his question.  He looked at her in 
surprise, he hadn't noticed her come into the room, let 
alone home. How long had she been watching? "Look at 
how hot some of them are, they're practically coming as 
soon as they get inside her. Man, I'd hate to be picked 
for this thing only to get a two second blow job. It 
would be pretty embarrassing to blow my load just as 
soon as she wraps her lips around my dick like that 
guy!"

On screen a chubby middle aged dejectedly removed his 
penis from Leslie's mouth. A small strand of sperm 
mixed with saliva clung regretfully between his penis 
and the sex goddess's mouth for a few seconds before 
some other guy pushed him out of the way and shoved his 
own prick down her mouth.

Christy came around to the front of the couch and stood 
watching the mayhem on the screen. She was still in her 
middle school uniform. At twelve years old, her breasts 
were barely budding, and her butt stood out like two 
perky little balls under her short pleated skirt made 
of grey wool. Her hips hadn't yet started developing, 
but she more than made up for them with a wasp-like 
waist. 

She wore a white cotton blouse with stiff collars and a 
small blue tie with red stripes. School colors. Her 
blond hair was pulled back with a thick braid that hung 
to her mid back. From where he was sitting, Bill could 
barely see a bit of her white cotton panties peaking 
out from under her skirt, and his eyes were just about 
even with, if not slightly above, her waist.

"She wears her skirts a little too short," Bill thought 
to himself. Cindy was hardly this much of a tease when 
she was at Christy's age.

"This is the third 'Fan Fuck Revenge' spots she has 
done for the Pribnow Files TV Specials," Christy 
continued. "This one isn't as nasty as the one she did 
in the gas station restroom. At least in my opinion."

"Aren't you a little young to be watching this sort of 
thing young lady?" Bill tried to muster up as much of a 
stern voice as possible while having his pants around 
his ankles and his prick in his hand. He had to admit 
that he didn't feel entirely comfortable masturbating 
in front of the kids, he supposed he was a bit old 
fashioned in that, but he couldn't help it. 

Sarah wouldn't allow him to change the cable hook-up to 
the den so that he could have a private room with a 
door he could lock whenever he felt the need, and he'd 
be damned if he would pay the cable company another 30 
bucks a month for the extra line.

Christy squirmed a little uncomfortably and glanced 
back at him. Her gaze dropped for a second to his prick 
which gave a lurch and then started to sag under her 
scrutiny, wilting from its former glory. Nope, Bill 
didn't like this one bit.

"All the kids my age watch it. One of my friends is, 
like the biggest fan of this show. She tapes all of 
them, even." Christy sounded a little defensive, but 
confidently defiant. "Our math teacher says we 
shouldn't watch Pribnow, 'cause it fosters misogyny or 
some such. On the account of it taking famous women and 
playing out degrading scenarios with them and all... 
Like, we can't tell fantasy play-acting sex and stuff 
from the real unconsenting thing. It's not like I've 
watched much of the shows like my friend, but if I 
didn't watch any of it, I'd, like, be the only one in 
my school."

Bill sighed. "Just don't watch this sort of stuff all 
the time okay? This is more for adults."

"Oh, Dad!" Christy laughed. "Don't worry, this isn't 
going to make me go look for a subway station to get 
banged in. It's just a Pribnow."

"What's a Pribnow? I've never seen any of these Pribnow 
Specials. What are they?"

Christy gave an exasperated sigh. "You don't know 
anything! I can't believe how out of it you are!"

Christy came over to sit on his naked left thigh, but 
Bill caught her butt and tried to push her off.

"There's plenty of room on the sofa young lady."

But Christy would have none of it, she ground her panty 
clad butt against his hand with her full weight, 
pinning it against his lap. Bill gave up, it wasn't 
like she was doing anything wrong, and it wouldn't be 
nice to push her off him forcibly.  Unfortunately, his 
left hand was still trapped under her soft and tight 
twin preteen globes of ass flesh. Bill decided not to 
dwell on it no matter how nice they felt.

"Pribnow Specials are where they take famous women and 
play out some really twisted or degrading fantasies 
with them. Mostly it's porn stars and stuff, but 
they've had some other types some times.  They make it 
like the host Pribnow is making them do this sort of 
stuff, but it's no secret that the women who go on are 
the ones who actually make up the scenarios. 

There are some women with some really sick 
imaginations!" Christy was watching the action on the 
screen with interest now. Bill could tell the little 
girl was getting turned on by the full body flush that 
colored her in a glowing pink.  He had to admit, she 
looked pretty cute when she was hot and bothered. He 
could feel heat and sweat oozing into his hands through 
her panties. 

"You remember that swimmer that won all those gold 
medals in the last Olympics? Aimee something or other? 
Well there was one special where she swam nude in a 
huge pool filled with piss for like twenty laps or 
something. Except for goggles, of course. Then she, 
like, took a cup of it and drank it while she 
masturbated for the camera. That's one sick little 
puppy if you ask me.

"Mostly it's gang bang or pseudo-public sex or stuff," 
Christy continued. Bill had relaxed his hand and she 
took advantage of it to scoot her pubic region into it. 
She was shaking her right leg causing her cunt to 
vibrate sweetly on his fingers.  Bill thought this was 
pretty close to the line, but he didn't do anything. 
The hot action on the screen, his daughters talk, and 
the feel of her hot body were numbing his mind a bit. 
His erection was back with a vengeance, and he started 
to jack off a bit more vigorously. 

"The one where Julie Upton tried hundreds of different 
types of dildos from around the world is the best, 
because it was so funny. Leslie Moore is one of his 
most popular guests, though. He gets huge ratings 
whenever she's on. I think that's why she's been back 
so often. I don't know why, she's, like, thirty or 
something by now."

Christy was wiggling gently on his hand now.  Bill lay 
back on the sofa cushions and pulled his pud more 
urgently. On screen, Leslie was being held up by her 
armpits and legs as a man rammed into her pussy from 
behind and another into her mouth from the front. Bill 
was getting pretty close to the edge.

"Oh... Wow, look at her hair all matted down with cum! 
Look at how slimy she is from all that come on her 
body! Look at her mouth dripping saliva as she sucks 
that guy! Oh, man! Uhhhh..." Christy's play by play was 
having an effect on Bill. He tried feebly to push her 
off once more, but that only served to press his 
daughter's cunt. He could feel her secretions soaking 
the panties now.

With a moan, Christy plunged her right hand into her 
panties. He could feel her fingers mingling with his 
through the fabric of the panties briefly before she 
plunged one finger inside herself. She drew it out to 
coat her clit with her secretions before plunging her 
middle finger into reaming the entrance of her vagina 
while frigging her clit furiously with her pointer 
finger.

"Oh, daddy...!" Christy squealed, before she went into 
a convulsive climax.

Bill could only reply with a groan before his dick 
erupted cum. Several strands of it landed across his 
and his daughters thighs, some of it landed on her grey 
skirt. Bill was surprised at how thick and copious it 
was. He could cum a lot of times, but after a while, it 
usually was a tiny liquid stream that barely cleared 
his glans when it spurted. 

This was almost as thick as his first wad of the day, 
if not quite the volume. Even though Sarah had these 
weird fabric cushion covers on the sofa to prevent a 
mess at all times there wasn't a guest over, Bill was 
almost glad that his daughter had been there to catch 
most of his unexpected geyser. He wouldn't have liked 
it if he had to change the cushion covers. Not that he 
was going to forgive her for what she had just done. No 
chance of that!

Christy moaned and slumped back against his shoulder, 
pressing her wet cunt into his hand and grinding it 
slowly as she wound down from her climax. She must have 
been on a hair trigger to blow her stack so fast, but 
from what Bill knew from his younger years, little 
girls usually were.  Especially with his oversexed 
genes, God knows she didn't get her hot to trot nature 
from her mother.

"Hey, you two! Get cleaned up! Dinner's almost ready!" 
Sarah called at them from over the counter that 
separated the kitchen from the family room.  "Tell 
Jason to get cleaned up too! Play time is over you 
guys!"

Regaining a bit of his energy, Bill lifted Christy off 
his lap and set her on the couch beside him. It was 
time to give her a little talking to.

"I'm not very happy with what you just did young lady," 
He chastised her. "You shouldn't use me to masturbate 
on. I'm your father, and I demand some respect. Got 
that?"

"Oh, come off it, you enjoyed it too," Christy 
muttered, pouting off to a distance.

"What did you say?" Bill raised his voice at her.

"Nothing."

"I will not be talked back to young lady."

"Geez, okay, okay, already."

"Christy! Look at me!" Bill stood over her and pulled 
his pants up, eyeing her sternly. Christy kept looking 
elsewhere doggedly. "Christy, you are getting one lousy 
attitude for someone your age.  What you did here was 
wrong. Now I don't want to punish you, but I will if I 
have to. Know that young lady! Do you understand?"

"I'm sorry already! Just lay off!" Christy got up off 
the sofa and ran to the stairs, crying. At the bottom 
of the stairs, she turned around and scooped a bit of 
his come off her thighs and sucked it off her fingers, 
and then stuck out her tongue at him before running to 
her room.

"Christy!" Bill yelled at her retreating back angrily. 
He was answered by the loud slam of her door.

"Oh, leave her alone, Bill," Sarah called from the 
kitchen. "She was just masturbating."

Bill slumped back into the sofa, muttering.  That girl 
was getting to be impossible, and her mother encouraged 
her. Neither of the other two kids had been this bad 
when they were at her age.

"Honey! It's already 10 after! Hurry up, get cleaned up 
and tell Mike to send the twins home. I don't want 
their parents to start getting on our cases for making 
their daughters late for dinner!"

Bill got up immediately and headed up to his son's 
room. Dinner was smelling pretty good, and his stomach 
was rumbling pretty loudly in response.  If it fell on 
him to herd everyone to the dinner table on time, he 
certainly didn't begrudge the task.

Mike's door was completely open, and Bill could see his 
son giving the twins a balling of their cute little 
lives. Mike was in a sandwich between the two naked 14 
year olds, driving his cock in and out of one while the 
other rubbed her firm young body against his back.

"Hey, Mikey!" Bill barked in a proud congratulatory 
voice. "Looks like you got more than you can handle 
there!"

Mike looked back at him with a big grin, not missing a 
beat or slowing his jackhammer pace. Both of the girls 
giggled a bit.

"Uh, uh, aaaa hey, dad," Mike gasped. "I could... 
Aaaah... Ball them both unconscious."

"No way!" The twin on the bottom, who was currently 
receiving Mike's hard rod, protested.  Was it Jilly or 
Jenny? Bill couldn't tell them apart. Both had light 
brown hair, sweet almond faces, apple sized breasts, 
and a slightly darker complexion that looked like a 
permanent all over tan and contrasted sharply with 
their blue eyes.

"We would own your ass, no problem." The one on top 
exclaimed proudly. Bill noticed she was humping her 
slit against one of Mike's butt cheeks.  She secreting 
her fuck juices like a faucet, using it to rub up and 
down on his hard butt while he rammed his hips up and 
down into her sister. "You'd be crying 'uncle' by the 
time we got through with you! Oh! Oh! Aaaaaaah!"

The girl on top suddenly went stiff as she experienced 
an orgasm, pressing Mike into her sister hard by her 
pussy. As she came down from her climax, she slid off 
Mike's back blissfully onto the side of the bed.

"Well, you aren't gonna get the chance today because 
it's dinner time," Bill said, smiling.  "Time for Mike 
to get cleaned up and for you two to be getting home."

"Oh! Uh! Give me a minute Dad! We're almost theeeere! 
Uh! Jilly's pussy is so tight and strong!  She's 
gripping me like a vice!"

Jilly started running her hand over Mike's back, 
feeling the tightening muscles on his 13 year old body. 
Bill could see that the feel of Mike's hot body rubbing 
against her and the feel of his smooth skin in her 
hands was sending Jilly over the edge as much as his 
hard driving cock. She gave out a strangled cry soon 
and was cumming. Mike was still a bit away from his 
cum, and started driving into her faster --if that was 
possible.

"Hey, Mr. Henley!" Jenny called to Bill, spreading her 
legs apart and holding her pussy open for him with her 
fingers. She tried her best at a seductive smile, 
amateurishly licking her lips as invitingly as 
possible. She looked so cute and cuddly and wanton at 
the same time that Bill almost wanted to gather her up 
in a hug and eat her up with kisses. "Why don't we, you 
know, fuck just a little. We could do it really fast."

"Not this late in the day, we couldn't young lady," 
Bill said, laughing. It would take thirty minutes of 
stimulation alone to get his cock up to any usefulness, 
but it was still very flattering that the little girl 
was trying. It was quite an ego boost to see such a 
beautiful creature trying to seduce him.

"Well, tomorrow then?" Jenny asked hopefully.  Trying 
to casually position herself at a seductive pose and 
poking her apple sized breasts out awkwardly to catch 
his eyes. "We could start early, tomorrow.

Before Bill could respond, Mike came into Jilly with a 
roar. As far as Bill could tell, Jilly hadn't stopped 
cumming all the while. Their lust sated, the two teens 
collapsed against each other.  Jilly sucked and licked 
lovingly on Mikes shoulders and chest as she whimpered 
down from her sexual high. Jenny snuggled up to the 
pair.

"We can all do this together tomorrow," Jenny said with 
conviction.

"What?" Jilly moaned before Bill had a chance to 
respond.

"Mike's dad is gonna join in and fuck us both 
tomorrow."

"Cool!"

"Alright dad! This is gonna be so fun!"

"We can invite Candy and get a three on two going!"

"That would be so cool! We could get a bunch of guys 
and have an orgy!"

"Hey, no orgies in this house."

"Okay, maybe a small orgy."

"Maybe we could get your mom instead!"

"No way, whoever we get, I gotta be able to fuck too, 
and I don't wanna fuck my mom. I'm not some 
motherfucking dweeb."

	"It's not the same in an orgy! I fucked my dad in 
the neighborhood potluck last labor day."

"I wouldn't advertise that around, Jenny."

"Jilly's right, you know."

"How? There was nothing wrong with it!"

"It's screwing around with the boundaries of 
interpersonal interaction in the most powerful and 
formative relationships in our lives with the two most 
important people in anybody's childhood.  People we are 
_supposed_ to have a precisely set model of roles and 
guidelines for interaction with."

"Wow, that sounds so neat and plausible, Jilly.... For 
utter BULLSHIT!"

"All right you guys," Bill cut into the teenage 
chatter, with an irritated voice. "Times a wasting. Get 
going."

The twins leaped to getting dressed with an energy 
amazing for people who had just finished an intense 
fuck session. The fight seemed to have melted right out 
of them. They ran around gathering their cloths from 
amongst Mike's mess on the floor.  Oh, to have the 
energy of youth.

Bill noticed that Christy had already gone into the 
bathroom she shared with her sister. He could hear the 
shower head running. Satisfied that the kids were on 
their way, he took a refreshing short warm shower. He 
normally liked the water cold in the morning, but there 
was nothing like a warm shower to wind down at the end 
of the day. When he went back out after the shower, he 
noticed Christy and Mike sitting and watching TV. Mike 
had apparently already finished with his shower. It 
couldn't have been more than ten minutes since Bill had 
gone in for his. Sometimes the boy amazed him with his 
short showers.

"All right you two, no sitting in front of the TV! 
Dinner time."

"We were waiting for you." Christy said sullenly.

"Is the table set?"

"Not really."

"Well then, what were you waiting for? Get to it."

They both groaned in unison as they got up to their 
respective tasks. Between their fighting about who was 
doing more work, and his wife's whining about Cindy's 
continued absence, somehow they got everything 
assembled on the dinner table.  Bill suddenly heard the 
front door open and close quickly as they were sitting 
down.

"Oh, man! Sorry I'm late," Cindy gasped as she ran up 
into the kitchen from the living room. She was a 
spectacular mess. Her honey blond hair, which usually 
hung down with a gentle inward curve to the base of her 
neck, was strewn all over from her running. Her cropped 
t-shirt top was twisted a bit out of place by her huge 
set of knockers as she gasped for air between her 
words. Parts of her hair, face and clothes were matted 
by drying sperm.

Bill noticed some browning gelled sperm stuck to her 
midriff before his eyes fell on the slimy mess that was 
her pubic region. Her tan cloth skirt had hiked up into 
a belt at her hips because of her run home, leaving her 
pouting cum soaked nether lips in plain view. Bill 
noticed her pussy hair had been shaved into the shape 
of a double chevron. 

He hadn't known that Cindy kept any of her pubic hair 
because he only saw perfectly smooth clams of her cunt 
peeking out from under her short skirts day to day. He 
wondered if the shape was the new fashion along with 
all the tattooing that kids seemed to like nowadays. He 
was glad none of his kids wanted tattoos or piercings. 
A large gloop of cum slowly descended out of her vagina 
and ran down to her knees while Cindy caught her 
breath.

"I was at Jimmy's, I tried to leave on time, but there 
were something like six guys on me and--"

"Enough! Get cleaned up and come to dinner!  You're in 
big trouble!" Sarah glared at her 15 year old daughter 
lividly. "You should know when to finish up what you 
are doing get home, so you have no excuses young lady!"

"Sorry!" Cindy called out as she ran up the stairs.

Bill watched Cindy's hastefull retreat with a rueful 
smile.

"She's just being a teenager."

"Bill! I will not have you go soft on her!"

"Yeah dad, you wouldn't want to spoil Cindy," Christy 
piped in sarcastically.

END

This story is truly first draft, I apologize for any 
spelling/grammar/etc. mistakes, awkward wordings, 
idiotic plot or dialogue, etc.

I'm doing this for feedback! So if I don't get paid in 
replies or letters, I don't post future installments 
(which might be a good thing).

e-mail: lovinlingam@hotmail.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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