Hey all, Annabelle here with another delicious chapter from the Iceman saga!
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Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 or older. Their bad decisions are completely legal, and strictly for your enjoyment!
Thanksgiving Stuffing
"Are you sure you don't want to come over for dinner with us?" Naomi asked.
"I'm sure," Jason told her. She had spent the first few days of her Thanksgiving break at Jason's house, the two of them catching up on each other's lives. Jason told her about the new guy at the station, Douglas. Though he seemed nice enough, Douglas was full of himself and opinionated. After declaring one night that Game of Thrones was an overrated show, Jason had resorted to replacing the clothes in Douglas' drawer with slightly larger clothes that were identical. Thinking that he was losing weight from being at the firehouse, Douglas had packed on an additional ten pounds before Jason put all his old clothes back. Last he had seen him, Douglas was too busy eating rice cakes to share his stupid ass ideas.
Naomi, on the other hand, had a new boyfriend she wasn't telling Jason much about. He chalked it up to the newness of their relationship, hoping that was all it was. In his experience, when a woman wouldn't tell you about a new boyfriend, it was because something was wrong with him.
"Have a happy Thanksgiving Dad!" Naomi's voice on his phone snapped him back to reality. "Love you!"
"Love you too." He hung up, sliding the phone into his back pocket. He opened up his fridge and pulled out the large party sub he had purchased for today. He had multiple invites for Thanksgiving dinner, even one from Maria's family, and he had passed on all of them. With Naomi home all week, he felt he now needed some time alone. His head no longer felt like it was screwed on straight.
The weekend with Maria had terminated Sunday afternoon when she had waddled out the front door, her ass full of lube and cum. He had sexted with Megan multiple times, but their schedules had never lined up for a personal visit of any sort. Nearly a month after school started, Maria appeared on his doorstep again with a casserole her mother had made as a "thank you" for taking such good care of her that fateful weekend. Instead of eating the casserole, he had eaten Maria out before fucking her ass for a solid hour, his first sexual release in a long time.
It was the guilt that was getting to him. He had gone on several dates with women his own age, even fucked a couple of them, but it wasn't the same. More often than not, he found himself fantasizing about Megan's slender body, her unimaginably tight pussy, fucking her over his kitchen counter. Or the dangerous curves of Maria's ass, her innocence and enthusiasm enough to make him rock hard. While in bed with these other women, he had fantasized about his daughter's friends while getting off.
Even Brianne. He hadn't forgotten the wanton lust on the young girl's face, or the way she looked in a bathing suit either. He had heard nothing from her since that eventful afternoon where he had shut her down for her shitty attitude.
Was something wrong with him? Thinking back, he had often fantasized about older women when he had been a teen. When he was first married to Naomi's mother, it had been women in their mid thirties and forties that had gotten him hard. When they divorced, he pursued many cougars at the nightclubs, bedding divorces with college aged children of their own. The few times he had fucked some college girls, it had been exciting, but not all consuming. His daughter's friends occupied his waking thoughts in such a manner that he struggled to focus at times, imagining the look on Maria's face when he would first penetrate her from behind, or checking his phone for another picture from Megan to jack off to.
It wasn't just their age he was attracted to, or their bodies. It was their personalities. He had gotten to know them intimately through sleep overs, dinners, and parties. They were an extension of Naomi's life that he had accepted without question, and now he was getting the chance to deepen that relationship, to bury his dick in something that was not only forbidden, but exciting. He had never been into fucking in public places, but he imagined that it was the same kind of thrill he experienced now.
He pulled a beer from the fridge, and surveyed his dinner. The party sub would easily last him until Saturday, and he had just opened a bag of Doritos. Preparing his plate, he watched Wild Jason gently pushing Dad Jason around in a wheelchair, surveying the majestic spread before them. Dad Jason wasn't looking so hot these days, his body wrapped in bandages. Wild Jason took good care of him - though they were opposite sides of the same coin, they had a mutual respect. Dad Jason and Wild Jason had both approved of his sexual conquests of late (except for that random encounter with Maria), and Dad Jason was beginning to show more signs of life these days.
Preparing a plate, he turned on his TV. He was avoiding Game of Thrones these days on account of the raging erection he now got whenever it reminded him of Maria. Instead, he had started the new Battlestar Galactica series, a sci-if thriller that was short on sexy and big on intrigue.
In the middle of the intro, someone knocked on his door. Setting down his sandwich, he walked to the door and opened it.
"Hello Mr. Dawes." Megan pushed her way in, shutting the door behind her. She wore a light jacket over a pretty white blouse with a red skirt that went to her knees. She was holding a backpack, which she tossed to the floor.
"Megan,' he said softly, her name a prayer on his lips. "What are you doing here?
"No time to explain," she told him, turning around and lifting up her skirt. Instead of panties, she wore a garter belt with a remote control, the wire connected to a harness that she wore instead of panties. He immediately heard the angry buzz of the vibrator positioned directly on top of her clit. Her voice was raspy, and she pulled the harness aside, a large glob of her cream falling free and splattering on the tile of the entryway. "I need your dick in me. Right now."
Mouth agape, he looked at the little table next to his front door. Wild Jason's eyes bugged out of his head, staring into the crimson void of Megan's wet, inviting pussy. Dad Jason wheeled himself over to the edge of the table, shaking his head slowly as he wheeled himself over the side. This wasn't even a battle worth fighting anymore.
"Please Mr. Dawes," she hissed, her ass moving from side to side. "I've been wearing this for almost an hour!"
"I don't know what to say," he whispered, but somehow his dick was already out. There was no foreplay, no preamble to what happened next. He grabbed Megan by the hips, gripping her tightly. She braced herself against the wall, whimpering quietly as he aimed the head of his cock at her tight snatch. She was so wet, his dick kept sliding off target, but once he slid into her, just a little, she shoved hard on the wall, sinking down onto him.
"Fuck!" She screamed, pushing hard against him. Jason held on tightly, his eyes wide as the redhead fucked herself with his dick. He moved forward, pinning her more effectively against the wall. "Fuck, fuck, oh shit!" Her hands became claws that dug into his drywall, leaving deep gouges that would never have any logical explanation.
He had been caught off guard, but it was now time to take control. He grabbed a handful of Megan's hair, tugging it toward him and then down. His other hand wrapped around her waist, and he steered her away from the wall and toward the stairs. Her hands clasped at the railing, and he repositioned her, bending her over completely at the waist.
"Hold on to something," he told her. Her hands splayed out on the stairs for support, and he grabbed her hips so hard that her pale skin became completely white. He pulled his cock most of the way out of her, then slammed it forward as hard as he could.
"FUCK!" Megan screamed, using her head to brace herself. In Jason's mind, every image she had sent him began playing like a slideshow, every dirty text a wishlist of things he intended to do to her. It was no longer about the girl on his cock - she had already cum once, and was ready to do it again. No, this time it was about what he wanted, needed in fact. This beautiful, sexy, smart girl who needed nothing more than a good pounding had already gotten what she came for.
