CHAPTER 6: Moving right along...
Copyright 2023 by Ted Ursi/TeddySmutWriter, all rights reserved.
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I got up in the morning to a pain in my ass. Little Pinky had been in all night. I expelled him and set him to soak in the bathroom sink.
Mom and Dad were spooning in their sleep. She had on what looked like an improvised rope chastity belt. I went and made them a light breakfast tray of bagels, cream cheese, jam, nectarine and pear wedges, plus big frosty pitcher of pineapple juice. If they wanted coffee they would have to come down and get it themselves.
Greg was wolfing down toast when I went back down for my own breakfast. He had two shifts at the pool today, eight to noon and four to eight in the evening, when it closes for the night. They must really be hurting for help. It was his second day for goodness sake.
Greg said he would spend his time between shifts with Chloe practicing. Their first attempts at dancing together last night had been a mixed success. I said encouraging things.
I left Mom and Dad to their devices except to make sure they ate and hydrated. By early evening they were pretty much done and Dad was in aftercare mode. I can sum that up in one word: loving.
In the afternoon I went over to the Havraneks and dusted their parlor, cleaning the cobwebs out of the corners. Despite Amalia's warnings, Konrad was a perfect gentleman. I was disappointed.
When Greg got off work at eight I asked him to drive me to the Fox-n-Hounds. Turns out they were only open Thursday through Saturday. Bummer. Oddly there were still quite a few cars in their parking lot.
And that was my day.
The next day was much like the last except now Mom and Dad were fucking like bunnies up in their room. When they weren't locked behind the bedroom door they were bouncing around the house like infatuated teenagers. Infatuated naked teenagers one or whom was covered with livid rope marks resembling impression ware pottery. This actual naked but sadly unmarked teenager watched grumpily. The only fun I had was sarcastic updates to Uncle Bill about my parents' progress. He said he was sending a gift in celebration.
I consoled myself with naked metal air guitar of course—now in broad daylight by the pool. Purely for multitasking purposes—tan improvement in addition to the zen like processing of the issues of the day—and not having anything to do with me being a screaming exhibitionist. Much.
Oh yes, I also had fun learning to make perogies at the Havraneks. Amalia called them varenyky. Her hands weren't up to the task because of her arthritis so I did all the rolling out and wrapping and pinching required under her close tutelage. Yeah it's work. You know somebody truly loves you when they make you perogies from scratch. I brought a dozen home and Mom and Dad cooed over them. Greg missed out because my parents had scarfed them all down. I suppose they needed the carbs for all that fucking.
Thursday Mom and Dad got back to their daily work grind. Greg's and my belated birthday presents showed up on our porch. Mom and Dad had already left for work so we couldn't show them off until dinner.
At the Havraneks' I helped clean up their spare room and change the sheets. I think they're expecting a visitor. They didn't say and I didn't pry, much.
Dinnertime I felt so slutty showing off my nine inch black dildo to my parents. Mom asked what I had named it and I said I hadn't thought of anything yet which signified sufficient dignity.
Greg was a little more demure about showing off his. I jokingly offered to trade and I think he was actually tempted.
We were all dressed for dinner. It seemed right to respect the formality of the meal. But now frank sex talk mixed seamlessly with mundane family things like work and events of the day.
Near the end I got up to ask about something that had been troubling me. "Mom, are you going to still be seeing Uncle Bill?"
"I'm still wearing his collar Dear." Pointing out the obvious. She looked at me sad but resigned. "Do you think I should stop?"
"Your mother's pleasure is very important to me," Dad said. "I'm sorry if that makes you—"
"Me too Dad!" I said. "I love Uncle Bill and Aunt T. I don't want to lose them. More importantly I don't want Mom to lose that wholeness thing she has going now. I love the new super slut you Mom."
"Yeah, I kinda dig it too Mom," Greg said.
Mom looked like she was going to start crying. I went over and kissed her. I held up my dildo. "Besides, who's gonna teach me to deep throat Midnight?"
"That will take some time," Mom said as she eyed my newly christened toy. "It took quite a bit of practice for me to take your dad and even longer your Uncle Bill. For me it wasn't so much the length, it was the girth. But I did."
That was the slut Mom I loved.
Nothing else much happened that day except I finally got to the Fox-n-Hounds when they were open. I was informed that auditions were Sunday at two. They couldn't have put that on the sign?
I'm sure you want to hear about me test driving Midnight when I went to bed later but it was actually pretty boring. In out, in out, frantically mash your clit until you come. All done. I tentatively tried to stick it in my ass but that orifice let me know it was NOT ready.
To be truthful walking around the house naked with Little Pinky in my ass and the dildo in my hand was almost as much fun.
Then came Friday.
Same oh same oh start for the day. I was started feeling stir crazy. Plus I was hornier than all the toads in Texas.
Everyone else had somewhere they had to be, all I had was an hour or so with the Havraneks. If not for a lot of naked metal air guitar, I would have gone insane. I did moderate volume on my ear buds you couldn't sneak up on me. Maybe I wouldn't be stone deaf by thirty after all.
I asked Chloe if I could watch when Greg came over for practice but she said it would be painful. She said Greg was getting discouraged. I reminded her blowjobs are a great motivational tool but she said her mother was almost always about keeping eyes on them. I reminded her of the standing offer to practice here. It finally twigged on her she could tell her mom the pool work was too noisy for practice. Really?
Greg's schedule had settled into alternating between bookend shifts one day and middle shift the next. Today was bookend. He would be due back home just after noon. Chloe showed up at eleven thirty wearing an honest to gosh poodle skirt, a tight pink sweater, saddle shoes and carrying a gigantic old fashioned boom box that actually used cassette tapes.
I was prancing about to Amaranthe by the pool when she came around the side of the house. When she saw me in all my naked sunblock glistening glory she grinned.
Did I mention that that Chloe has modest breasts that only make her outsize nipples more noticeable when they are hard? That poor sweater looked like it was about to give up containing them. She grinned at me and said, "Are you ready for payback?"
I looked at her quizzically. "Payback?"
"Monday," she said. "You didn't get your turn."
Gees, Monday? Where did the week go? "About time!"
"Faker," She said. "You completely forgot, didn't you?"
She set the boombox on the table and turned around. "It's really cool you can be out here shaking your ass like this. What if your folks come home early or something?"
"Mom lectured me on edging technique as she stroked Dad's cock right there. Then she went down on him." I pointed to the pair of lounge chairs near where she stood. I was actually bragging about something that had shocked the shit out of me just days before.
"Bullshit."
"Believe or not believe," I said through a smirk. "The facts don't change."
I lay down on the nearest lounge and scooted my butt as far back as I could. I looked at her and started rubbing a finger oh so casually up and down my slit, feeling myself getting wet and puffy, hoping the sight made my BFF the same way.
Chloe climbed between my legs. We kissed.
"Hiya," she said.
"Hiya," I said.
Her lips dropped to my nipple. I reached over on the table and grabbed Midnight. She looked up at me and I booped her in the nose with it. Turnabout is fair play.
Chloe grinned and opened her mouth wide. I pushed the head in. She grabbed it with her teeth like a terrier and tore the black phallus from my grasp.
"Oh you bitch," I said. I bent double and grabbed the back of her sweater. Giggling I pulled it up over her head and she raised her arms so I could get it off her. She spit Midnight out into my lap. I tossed the sweater on the other lounge and grabbed her neck to pull her up so I could get at those amazing nipples.
"I love your tits," I said between sucks.
"I wish they were big like yours," she said. "Guys like bigguns."
My tits aren't really all that big. They were bigger than Chloe's but actually barely average. I remembered what Roger told me once when I did the whole teenage girl body negativity thing about my, to my eyes, underdeveloped bust line.
