Date: Sun, 11 Oct 2009 22:06:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: xxxseaauthor@yahoo.com
Subject: Mr. Edwards - Chapter Seven

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Most of the conversation between Caroline's father and Miguel was in
Spanish which I don't speak.  But Miguel looked at me several times; his
heavy lidded eyes coldly appraising me.  Still speaking, his arm casually
across Miguel's shoulders, Caroline's father steered him toward the stairs.
I followed.  The view of the hairy, naked, stocky Mexican stood out in
sharp contract with the slim, athletic body of Caroline's father.  Such a
fucking erotic sight.  If they had been standing still, I would have buried
my face in both asses, first one and then the other and explored their
musky delights with my tongue and mouth.  I knew then that I would never be
able to call myself "straight" again.  Just as this realization dawned on
me, we stepped into the huge, bright modern kitchen.  While it would have
been the envy of any television chef, what I found fascinating was seeing
the naked bodies of three children with a naked woman and a nude older man
moving around in the most casual fashion.

As if sensing my gaze, Hank scratched his pubic hair above his cock and,
making eye contact with me, smiled.  Tilting his head indicating he was
doing this for my benefit, he placed his hand on Emily's head and turned
her to him.  Emily, almost mechanically, opened her mouth, engulfing her
grandfather's semi-flaccid cock into her mouth.  Hank placed his hands on
both sides of her face and started slowly to fuck in and out of her mouth.
His head went back; his eyes closed.  He no longer was connected to me; he
was melting into the sensation of Emily's sweet, wet mouth on his cock.

Caroline's father broke his physical contact with Miguel and moved into the
room of naked bodies.  As host, he called Caroline to him, issuing gentle
commands to her as they unpacked platters of cold colds and cheeses from
the huge refrigerator.  Beer and soft drinks were unloaded as well.  Hank,
rather reluctantly, pulled his cock from Emily's mouth and propelled her
toward the kitchen counter.  Everyone, without any consternation about
being naked, grabbed plates and started making individual sandwiches.
Clearly, I wasn't the only one whose appetite had been whetted by our
morning of sexual activity.

As we stood next to one another in the food line, Miguel turned to me and
said very softly, "You serious about this, man?"  His eyes pierced mine.  I
knew without a doubt that my answer would seal the fate of my wife.  During
a long pause, we looked into one another's eyes.

Then I heard my soft answer: "Fuck, yes, man." Our eyes stayed locked.
"Absolutely serious."  Another long pause.  "Si."

Then, and only then, did a smile soften his demeanor.  "Cool, man."  And he
turned to making a sandwich for himself.

Across the room, Caroline's father smiled at me and puckered his lips into
a quick kiss.  My heart leapt like an adolescent school girl.  I blushed
and busied myself with my own plate.

Despite the normalcy of a group having lunch, there was a latent sense of
eroticism permeating the room.  Bodies were openly touched or fondled in
passing; smiles exchanged; a building expectation filled the room
especially as the food got consumed.  Everyone, including the kids, seemed
to be eager to return to overt sexual activity.

I had finished so when little Cesar came by me to put his plate on the
counter, I pulled him between my legs, his back toward me.  I was idly, but
intentionally, caressing his smooth chest and playing softly with his
nipples which were hard and erect.  I kissed his ear and he starting
pulling on his small cock, rewarding me with a soft, almost inaudible sigh.
Fuck, this kid was so sexy!

Caroline's father asked, "Did everyone get enough to eat?"

Hank, in a gruff retort, snorted, "Food, yes."  There was a general
laughter that rippled through the group.  My balls tingled and I knew I
wasn't alone.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hank reach for Barbara's
cunt.  She allowed his touch, even spreading her legs a bit to allow fuller
contact.

Miguel caught my eye and nodded his head toward the door leading back
downstairs to the family room, indicating he was inviting me to go with
him.  I moved away from Cesar who looked after me with big eyes, his
longing for my touch blatantly obvious.

As I followed Miguel down the stairs, I was watching Miguel's golden tan
body with its coat of coarse black hair that bristled from his shoulders
and along his back.  I realized that for the first time that I really liked
hairy men.  Smooth bodies were great on little girls and boys, but on
adults, I was beginning to like hair.  Fuck, everything I thought about was
somehow related to sex.  I was becoming a goddamn addict.  But then I had
to break into a grin as I realized that my entire focus, even while these
negative thoughts were flooding my mind, was on the rippling muscles of
Miguel's ass he preceded me down the stairs.

When Miguel and I got to the family room, ahead of the others, he stopped
to fish a joint and a small Zippo lighter out of the top pocket of his
shirt that lay on the floor next to the recliner.  From there he went to
the patio door and went outside, leaving the door open for me.  As I
followed him, I closed the sliding door that led out onto a spacious
flagstone patio.  He walked to the edge of the patio that was entirely
sheltered by a wide overhang.  To the sides were immaculately manicured
garden beds with dark redwood mulching.  These were probably the work of
the muscled Latino man standing here with me, both of us naked as the day
we were born.  He cupped his hand over the end of the joint, which he had
placed in his mouth and lit it, inhaling deeply.  Holding his breath, he
removed the joint and offered it to me.  I stepped over to him, felt the
heat of the burning smoke as I took the joint from him, and took a deep
hit.  Fuck, I hadn't done pot since my bachelor party before I was married.
I had been living a very upright, middle class life.  And here I was,
having fucked little kids and adults in a glorious orgy.  Now I was back to
drugs, standing naked outside with someone who probably was an illegal
immigrant.  I handed the joint back to Miguel.

My eyes went to his enormous cock.  It wasn't unusually long, but it was so
fucking thick, almost the shape of a can of coke.  He was uncut, but his
glans was protruding from his foreskin.  I was wondering what it would be
like to take that cock into my mouth.

"Puto!"  Miguel said to me in a commanding tone. I looked up, caught in the
act of admiring his prick.  He was offering me another hit on the joint and
we exchanged it.

After I handed it back, I asked him, "What does Puto mean?"

He responded with a deep chuckle and winked at me.  "Queer. Fairy.
Something like that, man."

I smiled ruefully and took the joint for another hit.

"It's OK, man.  I was kidding.  I don't get it.  If I had a cunt like the
one on your woman, I'd be in it all the time, but whatever works for you"

He smiled and finished the joint, stepping up to a large trunk on a
rhododendron to extinguish the joint.  He turned and offered it to me.  So
I took it and quickly swallow the butt.

"You fucking eat things well."

There was a glint in his eye.  Me, I was starting to feel the buzz from
pot.

"Fuck, that was good stuff," I said.

"Yeah, I get only the best.  Private source."

He winked again.  He reached down and scratched his pubic hair above his
thick cock which was looking more enlarged than when we stepped outside.

My hand slid down to my own groin.  I had forgotten how much sex was
enhanced by a little pot.  Our eyes were locked.

"Come here, puto" he ordered softly.  "You want to touch it?  Huh, does
sissy teacher want to touch a real man's cock?"

Without hesitation, I nodded and reached out.  He took my hand and placed
it on his cock.  Fuck!  It was so big, so veined and so soft.  But as I
touched it, I could feel it jerk as he started getting hard.  I slowly and
sensually started jacking him, watching the head of cock emerge and then
disappear into the shelter of his foreskin.  Several drops of precum
emerged from his piss slit.  My throat was dry.

"Do it, man.  Suck me.  Suck my cock."

I looked up at him and held his gaze.

"Say in Spanish."

"Chupa mi verga."

He smiled at me.  Then louder, in a sterner tone, he repeated.

"Chupa mi verga!"

I heard a moan escape my throat as I knelt on the hard, cold stone, and
gently licked the clear precum from the head of his cock.  He groaned his
pleasure. Using both hands I encased the base of his cock, slowly jacking
him as I licked and pressed my tongue onto the head of his prick.

"Ohhh! he sighed.  "Si!  Si, yes, man"

I rubbed the head of his cock against my cheek, across my eyes, around my
lips, savoring the odor, the smoothness of his cock's head.  Again, without
being aware of it, a moan came out of me.  I pulled his foreskin back,
exposing the helmet of his cock.  With the tip of my tongue, I traced the
corona of his glans.  I pulled my hands forward and buried my tongue in his
foreskin, seeking to suck just the foreskin and to run my tongue all over
the head of his cock.

"Yeah, yeah!  Fuck, yes!  Oh, you really know how to suck a cock,
Mr. Teacher!  Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

I was surprised as how much he was talking.  I wasn't sure if it was the
effect of the pot, or the fact we were alone, away from the others.  Hell,
I thought, maybe I'm just the best cocksucker he's ever had on this
magnificent cock.  I started sucking him and bobbing my head up and down as
I drooled all over his cock.  He grabbed the back of my head with both
hands and started thrusting into my mouth.  I'd never had my mouth filled
with so much cock.  He was grunting and sighing and I was groaning from the
sheer pleasure, from all the sensations that his cock was giving my lips,
my mouth.

"Well, well.  You two just can't be left alone, huh?"

We both jumped as neither of us had heard the door opening or Caroline's
father coming out on the patio.  But I never came off of Miguel's cock.  I
couldn't help myself; I just had to keep sucking on his huge cock.  I was
aware that Caroline's father had walked up to the side of us.  For the
corner of my eye, I saw his bare feet beside me.  Miguel continue his rough
face fuck of me.

"Fuck, that's hot.  Mr. Edwards, you are such a good cocksucker," said
Caroline's father.

Suddenly, Miguel stepped back and I had to scuttle forward on my knees on
the rough stone floor to keep his cock in his mouth.  Looking up, I could
make out that Caroline's father had taken Miguel's face in his hands and
was kissing him squarely on the lips.  I knew he was forcing his tongue
into Miguel's mouth.  When the kiss ended, I heard Miguel spit.

"Fuck, man.  You know I don't fucking kiss men!"

Caroline's father laughed.

"Oh, fuck, get over it, Miguel.  You're getting your cock sucked."

He again suddenly pulled Miguel to him for another long, deep French kiss.
This time Miguel didn't move.  All this time I was going up and down on
Miguel's cock, so the head would be just inside my lips and then bang hard
against the back of my throat. When the kiss ended, I could hear the deep
breathing of both of them.  Caroline's father didn't release Miguel's face.

"Kiss me," he ordered softly of Miguel.  There was a pause on Miguel's part
and then I felt him lean into Caroline's father.  Knowing he had
capitulated to Caroline's father, I felt a surge of sexual energy race
through me and I picked up my mouth fucking of Miguel's cock and he
resumed, slowly, the fucking motions with his hips. When the third kiss
ended, I heard Caroline's father say very softly.

"My sweet perverted puto."

I smiled knowing as I did, now, the meaning of that word.  Suddenly,
Caroline's father grabbed my hair and roughly pulled my head back forcing
Miguel's cock out of my mouth.  The pain was a shock.

"Enough, Mr. Edwards.  Come on, you two, lovebirds, let's get back to the
others."

I quickly grabbed Miguel's prick and kissed his glans and stood.
Caroline's father had his arm across Miguel's shoulders as he led him back
into the recreation room.  The contrast of their complexions again sent a
rush of sexual energy through me.  Why was something like this turning me
on?  Then I remembered the pot.  Fuck, that was good stuff, I thought.  I
was suddenly aware that I was hard as a rock, and grabbed my cock and
started gently to jerk myself as I followed them indoors.

Inside, obviously things had started up.  I didn't think we'd been gone
long, but I knew that pot totally distorted my sense of time.  As a college
student, that was one of the chief draws of it for me, a chance to
de-stress and just float in a timeless environment.  However long we had
been out there, the room was awash in sexual tension.

Caroline's father abruptly turned and walk back up to me.  He grabbed my
right nipple, pulling it hard with a jerk, and twisting.  He face was hard,
as he hissed, "Listen, Puto, we have to get some rules straight before you
leave today."  I stepped back, driven by the pain he inflicted, but also by
fear that his ominous tone engendered in me.  Just as suddenly, he turned
and strode away.

Shaken, I surveyed the room.  Miguel was headed to the recliner holding
Emily's hand. Caroline was in an armchair, her legs resting on the arms,
obscenely opening herself.  Little Cesar was between her legs, sucking and
eating her pussy.  Her head was thrown back and her expression showed how
much she was enjoying his mouth and tongue on her little smooth cunt. I
wondered if Cesar was enjoying it or just performing a mechanical act to
pleasure Caroline.

Barbara was on the sofa, her head turned so she could fully enjoy the sight
of Cesar mouthing Caroline's cunt.  Her tits were jiggling from Hank's
thrusting his cock into her pussy.  They were in the missionary position
but Hank was holding his torso up with hands which were to the side of
Barbara.  His grunts from the hard banging he was giving her pussy was very
arousing to me.  I walked over to them.

I switched my cock to my left hand, and placed my hand on Hank's back.  He
looked up at me and broke into a broad grin.

"Nice hard-on, Mr. Edwards" he said in a slightly mocking tone.  "You like
watching me plow your wife?"

"Fuck, yes." I replied.

Barbara looked up at us.  "Oh, Honey, Oh! Oh!"

Every time she started to talk, Hank would thrust into her cunt and all she
could do is grunt.

"Your...Oh! oh! Your...knees."

I looked down and realized that I had skinned both knees when I had trailed
after Miguel on the patio.  I knelt, feeling a burning sensation as my
knees contacted the carpet.  My head was right at their genital area.  I
wanted to watch Hank's thick cock saw in and out of Barbara's puffy cunt
lips.  I reached in with my right hand on one of Hank's outward moves.  I
wanted to find Barbara's clit and masturbate her while Hank fucked her.
His stomach banged against my hand but I found her love bud and started
stimulating it with my middle finger.  She screamed in passion when I hit
the mark and started bucking up hard to meet Hank's thrusts into her.

"Fuck!  Yesss!  Fuck, fuck, fuck my cunt!  Oh, oh, ohhh." She babbled as
she was racked by an orgasm.  I kept flicking her clit and Hank kept
banging her cunt.  Her breathing was ragged, and she was grasping as if she
couldn't get enough air. Animal sounds were erupting from her.  Caroline
opened her eyes and looked over and started bucking harder into Cesar's
face, pulling him harder into her cunt with her hands.  Barbara was filling
the room with her screams and her thrusting.  Hank suddenly pushed into
Barbara and froze.

"Fuuck" he groaned.

"Yeah, buddy, fill her cunt!"  I heard myself yelling, encouraging him.

"Oh, yeah, yeah," he groaned as he shot his cum again and again into her
cunt.  Barbara kept thrusting and moaning upward against him.

"I bred her, Mr. Edwards," he panted. "I fucking bred her. What a fuck! I
loved feeling your hand down there. Ohhh!"

Barbara's cunt muscles must have spasmed, milking his sensitive cock.

"Too fucking much!" he said with grin as he pulled out of Barbara with a
plopping sound.  I grabbed his cock and stuck it my mouth.

"Oh, Christ!  Man, oh! no...!" He grabbed my face and pulled away.  "You
two are too much for an old man's cock"

Both Barbara and I laughed.

"Here, get up here, and suck her cunt," he ordered.

We quickly traded places and I buried my face in Barbara's hot, wet cunt.
I could taste Hank's cum in the midst of her juices.  I was so fucking
turned on and started rutting on her cunt, making animal sounds.  Barbara's
started screaming and bucking again.  I was aware that Hank was caressing
the cheeks of my ass, and tracing my ass crack with a finger.  His
calloused hand felt so erotic on my ass.  My wife's cunt felt so soft, so
wet, so tasty.  I was lost in a sexual delirium.  I don't know how long I
sucked on her cunt, but became aware that she had grabbed my head and was
forcing me up off of her mound.

"Honey, oh, Honey," she moaned.  "That's too intense, too much...I love it,
but it's too much!"

Hank reached up and pinched one of her nipples.  She screamed.  I fell on
top of her and took her other nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting on her
nipple. I could feel Hank's hand move between my legs.  When I realized he
was trying to get to Barbara's cunt, I spread my legs to allow him access
to her.  Barbara jerked and thrashed when he jammed his finger up inside
her.  We rocked and she was twisting and moaning.

The flash of a camera pulled all of our attention over to the source.
Caroline's father, his cock hard and sticking up from his body, was
photographing Emily.  She was facing outward from Miguel, whose huge
mammoth cock was jammed up inside her cunt as he sat in the recliner.  Her
face was contorted from the effort it took for her to endure the invasion
of his huge member into her ten-year-old cunt.  After taking few more
pictures, Caroline's father walked up to her and started rubbing her mound,
giving loving attention to her clit.  She started moaning and gyrating on
Miguel's cock.  He slid down, splaying his legs outward which spread out
Emily's legs which hung outside of his muscled thighs.

The sight of this little girl being speared by his enormous cock was like a
magnet that drew all of us. Everyone gave up their sexual endeavors to get
closer and have a better view.  Hank went to the opposite side of Miguel
from Caroline's father.  He knelt on one knee and started gently to massage
her puffy chest mounds, circling her areola.  I could see her nipples
harden and enlarge.

"Oh, Emily, baby, you are doing such a good job," said Hank in a soft,
tender voice as if he were praising some piece of artwork she might have
brought home to post on the refrigerator.  "Grandpa is so proud of you.
You are such a good fuck.  You have fucked so well today"

She looked at him and gave him a weak smile.

"Yeah, sweetie, that's the way.  You are such a good fuck, such a good
girl."

He leaned in and kissed her in a long, passionate kiss, still playing with
her nipple. Caroline's father increased the movement over her clit.  She
started writhing.  Miguel grabbed her by the waist and started moving her
up and down on his cock.  This broke the kiss with her grandfather.
Caroline picked up her father's camera and took a close up of Jenny's cunt
as it stretched around the gigantic Latino prick.  I could hear Miguel
grunting and saying something, but it was in Spanish and I didn't know what
he was saying.  I became aware of Cesar standing right next to me so I
knelt and pulled him by the shoulders up close to me.

"You like that, Cesar?"

He turned his angelic face to me, but didn't answer or really indicate that
he understood the question.

"Do you like to see your Daddy fuck little girls?"  I asked.

He turned back to watch the sexual passion being acted out before him.
Then he turned to me.

"I've never seen it before."

"Do you like it?"

He shrugged and turned back to the action.  I leaned into him and licked
his ear.  He jumped and giggled.  I put my lips to his little ear.

"I'll bet you're jealous.  That big cock of your Daddy's should be up your
ass, huh, Cesar.  What do you think?"

My hand slid down his soft, smooth skin, ran over the round of his ass
cheek and then up the crack of his ass.  I felt a shudder run through his
body.

"Do you like that Cesar?  Do you like my playing with your ass?"

My finger found his anus and was gently massaging it in little small
circular motions.  He pushed his ass back toward my finger.  I pulled my
hand out and reached around.

"Suck it.  Get it wet, my little puto."

He quickly looked at me when he heard the Spanish word, but he started
sucking on my finger.

"Are you a puto?" I whispered to him.  I moved my hand back to his ass.

He dropped his head, but a smile was on his lips.  He nodded affirmatively.

"Are you my little puto?" I asked.

My finger, now wet with his saliva, was at his asshole.  I pushed in and up
and he pushed back.  My finger slid into his warm little chute.  I bent to
his ear.  "Come Friday night, at my house, my cock is going to be up
there."  He looked at me.  "Does that excite you, Cesar?  You want me to
fuck your asshole?  Your little boy cunt?"

He leaned into me, opening his mouth.  Our tongues intertwined eagerly.
His little moans were muffled and I was sure he was saying, "Si, si, si"
over and over.  My middle finger was enveloped with the warmth and wetness
of his ass and I began to jam my finger in and out of him, harshly finger
fucking him.  He pressed his mouth even harder against mine.  My cock had
remained entirely engorged since I came back into the room and I ached to
fuck his sweet little ass.  Friday was too fucking far away.  I was on fire
to replace my finger with my prick up this boy's open and willing ass.

But just as I was positioning him so I could get him to sit on my cock, my
head was snapped back by Caroline's father who had grabbed my hair in his
right hand.  In my left ear, he hissed, "No, no, no!  That's Friday's
treat. You've been naughty enough, Mr. Edwards.  I think I need to teach
the teacher a lesson or two."

Just then, a huge animal roar erupted out of Miguel as he shot his load up
little Emily's cunt.  His legs were straight; his knees locked; and he was
jammed up to his balls in her small cunt.  He had filled her cunt with his
seed.  It wasn't long until his white cum came oozing out her cunt, down
his cock from the tight connection between them.  Hank was beaming proudly.

"Nicely done, man," he said to Miguel and leaned in to suck on his
granddaughter's mouth again.  Miguel just sighed and jiggled his hips a
bit, bouncing little Emily as she perched on his cock.

A distant clock chimed the hour.  "Fuck," Hank exclaimed.  "Emily, we have
to get you cleaned up.  We've got to be home soon or your bitch of a mother
will be throwing a hissy fit."  Miguel groaned erotically as Hank lifted
Emily up off his shrinking prick.

"Cesar, get dressed. We've got to hit the road too," Miguel ordered.  He
stood and began to dress, and little Cesar scurried to comply with his
father's command.

"Hold it! Not yet!" Caroline's father's voice filled the room with the
crack of authority, but he still had a handful of my hair tightly in his
hand.  Everyone froze and turned to him in silence.  "I need just a bit
more of your attention."  As he talked he moved forward to the center of
the room.  I stumbled along on my knees, the scrapes from the patio burning
as the carpet rubbed across them.  "I need some witnesses to an oral
contract that I want to make with Mr. Edwards here."  He pulled my head
back sharply with his right hand and with his left took his cock and
slapped it back and forth against my cheeks.  "You want it, Mr. Edwards?
You want my cock."  His voice was harsh and heavy with threat.  I nodded my
head as much as I could with his hand holding my hair.  "Answer me, you
pissy faggot.  Do you want my cock?'

He was pulling even harder on my hair.  "Yes, yes," I answered.

His smile was much the same, but face looked cruel and hard.  "Then," he
said very slowly and distinctly, "Beg for it, beg like the cocksucker you
are for it."

My eyes were starting to tear from the pain in my scalp.  "Please, please,
let me suck your cock."

"Only if you agree to be my bitch, 100 percent mine." He jerked his hand in
my hair suddenly and a scream of pain came out of my mouth. "Answer me,
Mr. Edwards, are you my 100% bitch?  Do you belong to me?"

"Yes, yes," I said and despite myself, I could hear the sob in my voice.

"Everybody, you're my witnesses.  Mr. Edwards is MY bitch!  Nobody touches
him unless I give my permission.  This means you, too, cunt." I knew
without seeing that his last remark was directed at Barbara.  And then he
unceremoniously twisted himself behind me and shoved me forward so I landed
on my hands.  He knelt and aimed his cock at my asshole.  Tears were now
streaming down my cheeks, ashamed of my fear, my inability to withstand his
onslaught.  He knelt behind me, pressed his cock against my asshole and
lunged forward, ripping himself into my ass.  I screamed in pain.

"Oh, nice, oh, fucking nice, Mr. Edwards," he said, but it sounded derisive
rather than complimentary.  He fucked his cock in and out of my ass with
savage force.  Then he jerked my head back by the hair and he jammed his
cock all the way up my ass so I could feel his pubic hair on my
ass. "Mr. Edwards has such a nice man cunt!  Just remember, everyone, it's
MY cunt."  He suddenly pulled out of me and lifted me by my hair.  I
stumbled into a standing position.  "Oh, Mr. Edwards, that wasn't so bad,
was it?"  He leaned in and with his tongue flat, licked the tears from my
face.  Then he enveloped my mouth in a hard, open mouthed kiss.  He broke
the kiss, stepped back and looked at me.

"I don't like hurting you, baby," he said, suddenly soft and tender.  I
blinked, unsure of myself, confused by what had just happened. Then, in a
quiet and very controlled voice, he said, "You're mine, Mr. Edwards.  I own
you.  You behave and we've have a wonderful time.  But don't you ever touch
another cock or cunt without my permission."  I nodded.  "Promise?" he
asked.

"Yes," I nodded with a sniff.

His face softened.  "OK, everyone, show's over," he said to the others. He
pulled me to him and despite myself, I surrendered with his embrace.  He
gently caressed my lips with his.  He whispered, "Oh, Mr. Edwards, you are
so special to me."  As he deep kissed me, I started to cry.  "Hush, baby.
You're OK.  You're mine, sweetie."  He pulled back enough to look me in the
eyes, "And I'm not jealous.  I'll be very generous.  You'll get lots of
cock and cunt. But only with my permission.  Nobody takes anything that
belongs to me without serious consequences."  I was still crying and he
brushed the tears away gently with his hand.  "Caroline," he called.  She
appeared almost immediately at our side.  "Tell Mr. Edwards, he will be
OK."

She wrapped herself around my leg, her naked body pressed against my leg.
"Oh, Mr. Edwards, it's OK.  Daddy won't hurt you if you do as he says.
Honest."

"From the mouths of babes," her father said with a smile.  "Caroline, run
get Mr. Edwards and Barbara's clothes.  They're upstairs in the bedroom."
She sped away.  The others had continued to dress during our quiet
conversation except for Barbara, who sat on the arm of the recliner,
looking rather sad and dejected, avoiding looking at us.

Hank and Emily were dressed first.  He took out a handkerchief from his
pocket and wiped away the cum that still came running out of her cunt.
"When we get to the car, stick this in between your legs.  We can't have
any wet stains on your dress when we get home."

"But I don't have my panties, Granddad," she said.

"We left them in the car, remember?  We took them off before we came in,"
he said with a chuckle.  He came up to Caroline's father and embraced him.
He stepped back, held Caroline's father's gaze for a moment, and leaned in
and gave him an opened mouth kiss.  Hank came to me while Caroline's father
knelt to kiss and whisper to Emily.

In a hearty voice, Hank said loudly, "See you Monday, buddy."  He winked at
me and caressed my upper arms with his calloused hands.  "You OK?" he
questioned in a sotto voice.  I smiled weakly and nodded.  He went to Cesar
and kissed the boy on his mouth, but only offered to shake hands with
Miguel.

"Come on, we're late!"  Hank called in Emily's direction.  She ran to him
and with a wave they disappeared up the stairs as Caroline entered with our
clothes.

I started to pull my clothes on hurriedly, but Barbara just sat, holding
her clothes.  She had lifted her head and was looking at me with a look of
disgust and hostility.  Anger at her, undeserved but overwhelming, welled
up in me.

"What the fuck are you looking at, bitch?" I snarled at her.  When she
didn't move or respond, I moved toward her and as I did, I called to
Miguel, "Hey, Miguel, come here!"

My eyes never left Barbara's as Miguel and little Cesar came up to us.  I
could sense Caroline and her father had moved up behind me.

"Cesar, take your daddy's cock out of his pants." My voice was low and
threatening.  When Miguel started to voice what I sure would have been a
protest, I silenced him with a motion of my hand.  Little Cesar deftly
unzipped his father's pants and reached in and pulled his father's cock out
of his pants.

I unzipped mine and pulled out my cock and started fisting it.  "Barbara!
You've been enjoying Miguel's cock.  Be nice.  Give him a little thank you
suck job."

A look of hatred flashed across her face and in that moment, I stepped up
to her, and with my left hand, grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face
into Miguel's cock.

"Suck it, whore!"  I screamed.  "Do it!"

I'm not sure why she complied, but she did.  The slurping sounds of her
mouth suctioning his cock assured me that I had won.

"I've invited Miguel to our house on Friday.  And he's going to bring some
buddies with him.  And you're going to do whatever he says he wants to do.
Right, Miguel"

Miguel answered, his voice half-choked in a moan of pleasure, "Right,
teacher.  Friday night."

I pulled Barbara's head back, pulling her mouth off of Miguel's prick which
had started to swell and engorge.

"Now, we can't get him all excited.  Just want to give a hint of what's in
store for him come Friday night."  I grinned at Miguel and winked at him.
He winked back as he put his cock back into his pants and zipped up his
fly.

"What a fucking crazy group of gringos," he said to no one in particular
and headed for the doorway.  "Cesar, come on."

I knelt in front of Cesar.  "You are coming Friday night, too, sweet boy."
I kissed him open mouthed.  When our kiss ended, I whispered, in his ear,
"And I'm coming to cum too, up your little fuckable ass."  Then I looked up
at Caroline's father with a slight smile.  "...With your permission, of
course."

Caroline's father roared with laughter.  "Of course, Puto."

From the stairs, Miguel yelled for Cesar who darted after his father.  I
stood and Caroline's father took me in his arms.  "Oh, you are a fast
learner, Mr. Edwards.  And so, so fucking sexy..." and he crushed my mouth
with his.

*****

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, even if it is longer. I have ideas for a
couple of more chapters and then I'm thinking of wrapping this story up so
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