Wicked Game
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Author's notes: This my story and it may not be copied, sampled used without my expressed written permission.
This is a completely true story that does not involve the singer Chris Isaac.
Characters:
Bev Lord seductress, incest craver of monster dicks, lesbian lover and artist, model Teddy's lover
Dave Lord clueless husband in name only
Teddy Benedict big time daddy
Hanna Benedict Teddy's cheating wife
My name is Bev, as I write this I'm in Phoenix, Arizona, shooting for Etsy. I'm twenty six and married with three kids with Teddy. I mean I loved Dave, but I never thought it would develop like this, but he caught me fucking my woman in what was our bed, at least that's what I said that I'd never seen her before that day.
The truth was we'd had an affair after I started fucking Teddy, fuck my mind does numbers just fine, but I've been fucking people, well for quite a while. I had a step brother, my mom had been married three times before she met daddy. Gene had died in a motorcycle accident. I'm getting so far ahead of myself but the Gene stuff sets the table.
My senior year in high school, I was eighteen because my mom was caught cheating twice and Gene was from her first husband, I mean she has enormous tits, which I was blessed with too. Gene started texting me sending me dick pics. I, while technically a virgin had eaten out a lot of my class mates and was quite good at, les-dar of course allowed me to target submissive queer girls and teachers, two married teachers actually, I think I've got ADHD, because when I start thinking of sex my mind wanders.
Gene's dick was hard to believe, it looked to be ten or eleven inches long. One night at dinner, mama was gibber jabbering about daddy's honey do list and he was nodding if I remember correctly, Gene was sitting to the left of me and my left hand was in my lap. He grabbed my hand and put it on his thick, oh so hard dick and I grabbed it. His hand set on top of mine and we jerked his dick off and he came all over his and my hand, so much semen.
He let go of my hand and rubbed all of what was on his hand on my bare arm. He casually leaned over and softly said, "Go to the bathroom and lick it off. I did and furiously masturbated. I crave pussy and the taste of cunts, but this was good too salty kind of sweet, Gene eats a ton of apples and carrots.
Long story short I graduated and attended Seattle Pacific College, later it became Seattle Pacific University which is a Free Methodist supported college. They are an obscure protestant sect that hates anything that is not white. They had a Mormon like moment and admitted black athletes to play basketball and track, which exposed white girls to washboard abs, piercing brown eyes and sex with dicks that were not four inches long. Mommy and Daddy rented me an apartment on fifth and Nickerson. I did well in school my freshman year and slept with four girls, three teachers, one track coach, learned about tribbing, sweet Jesus, the track coach taught me that and I was her bitch, she was 95% queer and 5% straight and married and told her hubby she couldn't get pregnant because she had run in two Olympics already and wanted to try for a third so he could exist on hand jobs or take care of himself. She introduced me to fisting too. I dreamed of marrying her.
So I thought I was hiding my sluttiness until Mommy took me to planned parenthood and got me an implant so I wouldn't get pregnant. The shame was written all over my face as we walked into their clinic on Capitol Hill. I hissed at her, "Mother, no, "she practically jerked my arm off yanking me towards the door.
She got right in my face, "I had to buy your Daddy noise cancelling ear muffs. For fuck's sake, " I'd never heard her utter a swear word.
"Is Gene, umm," she interrupted me, "is he fucking me, too? You've seen your father's penis. I love him to bits, but I have needs, so yes."
"Why cheat on Gene's dad?"
She shook her head, "I didn't cheat on his dad, he was in the Gypsy Jokers the motor cycle gang, affiliated with the old Hell's Angels and his daddy wasn't an officer, so I was supposed to fuck all of them and their bitches too. Gene's dad went to prison for armed robbery and a second degree manslaughter. He died in prison, or literally was fucked to death by his black cellmate. Then I married the number two guy in the Jokers and he's your biological dad, but he went to prison and is still there. I seduced your daddy, who you think of as your daddy, because you needed a normal home."
So I got the implant.
Gene and I fucked one of the married teachers Julia Smith. He actually impregnated her just as her husband left on a mission to South America. She and her hubby were blond and she had twin girls with black hair and filed for divorce when they were born, citing irreconcilable differences, meaning no more small dicks for her. She begged Gene to marry her and he finally agreed to it.
Then it was all over. Gene was killed when a semi-truck moved into the left lane of I-5 southbound across Lake Union and obliterated Gene and his bike into the Jersey barriers. His wife to be, Mommy and I were unconsolable at the funeral service and that raised some eyebrows amongst the statue like Free Methodists attending.
Including Daddy, or maybe not.