But it’s not altogether lies either. The brunette does help me take care of my daughter, Mandy’s amazing with Violet, treating her like her own, listening carefully to the little girl’s demands, playing endless games, making her nutritious food from scratch. I told her it wasn’t necessary, it’s fine to buy kiddie food from the grocery store, but the brunette was adamant
“No Pete,” she said firmly, hand pressed on the blender, a raucous whir sounding in the kitchen as she mixed a combination of avocado, banana, blueberries, yogurt and ice. “Violet likes the real stuff and there’s no reason not to let her have it. If we teach her that food is Mother Nature’s blessing, fresh from the Earth, organic and healthy, she’ll never eat processed items, Cheezy-Doodles or Stay-Puff Marshies, whatever that stuff is.” Hey, I loved my Cheezy-Doodles but I adored the brunette even more for looking out for my daughter, for caring so much about Violet’s health and eating habits.
“Besides,” continued Mandy, pouring me a small tumbler of the concoction. “Try it, it’s good.”
I pulled a face. I’m not into girlie foods like smoothies and definitely not the kind that was chock full of fruit and yogurt. I like the kind with raw eggs and protein powder, that’s more my style. But the thick liquid was so good, so unexpectedly tasty that I slurped it down appreciatively, almost belching.
“That was tasty, baby girl,” I said lasciviously, licking my lips. “Mmm, very good,” I said again, eyeing her up and down.
And the little girl just laughed and slapped a small palm against my hard chest.
“Oh you!” she giggled. “Stop making like it’s … you know, what I drink every night.”
And the heat rocketed from there. Because yeah, I make sure Mandy gets a taste of the good stuff, a mouthful of my semen each evening, every time we’re together. Doesn’t have to be a full-on gust of sperm, it can be lapping pre-cum, tasting the goodness right off my dicktip, but yeah, I like it when she swallows.
And the brunette’s amazingly good, amazingly quick to learn, it’s hard to believe she was a virgin just two weeks ago. I’m able to bend her into so many positions, and Mandy’s never, ever afraid to go where I lead.
“You sure?” I growled just the other day, leaning forward over her supine form. The girl was on the bed with her legs spread showing that pink pussy, which wasn’t unusual in and of itself. But what was unusual was that I had a set of ben-wa balls in hand, ready for insertion.
And she let out a quivering sigh.
“Yes, Mr. Parker, I want to feel it,” she confirmed, eyes lighting with desire, a mix of curiosity, wonder, and sheer lust. “Put it in me,” she breathed.
And of course I obliged. I stuffed that pussy full with the chiming balls, eating up those breathy cries, her inhaled gasps until both golden orbs disappeared, her pussy lips closing around the intruders, shutting wetly, swollen and dripping.
“That’s right baby,” I rasped as I caressed her nether lips. “They’re in all the way now, and all you have to do is be you, go around like normal.” Holy shit, how she was going to survive I had no idea, I wouldn’t last even five minutes.
And she moaned, eyes fluttering, unable to speak. The sensation was fan-fucking-tastic, the huge balls massaging her inner channel whenever she did anything like breathe, talk, or bend over. But it was fine because if things got too out of control, if her pussy started contracting involuntarily, overtaken with sensation, I’d be only too happy to step in. After all, the girl worked for me, here in my house 24/7, and any time of the day or night I’d only be too happy to pull them out, to fuck my dick into that wet cavern instead, fill her up with my sperm, the stuff of life.
And I want her to take it. I want her to savor my sperm, for it to take hold in her, make her bloom, grow large with a child. In fact, she’s already admitted it to me. This whole college thing? It’s something her parents instilled in her, something she’s been groomed to want since birth. But the thing is that children aren’t your clones. You can’t make them want something they inherently don’t want, so Mandy admitting that this whole school thing wasn’t her thing was a relief, that tasting my semen, maybe growing large with pregnancy, was much more up her alley.
So yeah, we’ve settled into a rhythm, and it’s like the girl’s always been a part of me. We sleep in the same bed, we fuck all the time, we eat breakfast together, and shit, I work from home, so I lock myself in the study for a few hours before reappearing for lunch with my girls. And during Violet’s afternoon nap, my best girl and I explore one another again, have some naughty fun while my daughter’s sleeping, and then there’s dinner and bedtime, and oh shit, more fireworks. So it’s been downright amazing, I’ve never been so happy, so satisfied, so sated living with the brunette, talking with her, exploring her interests, letting go of my reservations, and really opening up for the first time. It’s the first time I’ve been with a woman who’s actually interested in what I do, how I feel about things, without trying to use me as an ATM.