“Hold on,” he says, as soon as I finish. “I want to come inside you.”
He gets on top of me and looks down at me, his brown hair spilling over his handsome face.
Missionary style. This is the position I’d always assumed I’d be in when I lost my virginity. But somehow it feels right to only now be doing it with Wesley.
“I love your body and I love the way you suck my cock,” he says, as he pushes himself inside me.
I wrap my legs around his hips and feel him deep inside me.
“I love your wet, tight pussy,” he continues. “And your perfect breasts.”
He takes my breasts in his hands and squeezes them, and my nipples tingle along with my clit.
“You’re going to make me come again,” I tell him.
“Good,” he says, as he rides me hard and wild. “Because I love to make you come. I love when you make me come.”
I feel a huge wave rush through my body and I know that he’s feeling the same thing. His cock pulsates inside me.
“I love everything about you,” he moans, as we come together. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say, with what little energy I have left. “I’m so fucking tired now. I just want to fall asleep.”
“Well let me get out of here before you do,” he says, kissing me on the top of my head. “Because I’m still scared of your father. He still holds a lot of power over my career.”
“You’ll be fine,” I tell him. “I’m pretty sure he knows what’s up.”
“But I don’t want to rub it in his face,” he says. “Plus, it’s fun to have to keep some parts of our relationship a secret. You’re still the coach’s forbidden daughter in some ways. And that’s hot.”
“You’re hot,” I say, as he throws his clothes back on— to my chagrin— and heads out the door in a hurry.
Even though I’m tired, there’s something I want to do. I reach under the bed and pick up my two stuffed animals.
I put them on the bedside table, knowing it’s the last time I’ll ever talk to the one from my mom again.
“Thanks for always being there for me,” I tell its beady eyes. “But I don’t need you any more. I know my mom will always be here with in spirit. And I have Wesley here for me now too.”
I feel a little guilty, so then I add, “Don’t worry. You have the bear that Wesley won me to keep you company now. There’s no need for anyone to feel lonely anymore.”
Epilogue – Chelsea
My dad’s and Sherry’s wedding reception has been a big hit. The food is delicious and the drinks are flowing.
“And now we have a very special dance,” the DJ announces. “It’s a father- daughter dance, between the groom and his daughter Chelsea.”
The spotlight is on Dad and me now, and all of his and Sherry’s wedding guests cheer. My brother is here, which is great because I haven’t seen him in quite a while.
The entire football team is also in attendance, including Wesley of course. Last season the Wildcats were football conference champions and this season is already shaping up to be even better than last year.
As Dad and I dance to “Butterfly Kisses,” I swear I see tears well up in his eyes. That’s a rare thing, because he almost never cries.
“It was a beautiful wedding ceremony, Dad,” I tell him, not mentioning his tears. “Everything was absolutely perfect. And now this reception is rocking. Good job.”
“Thank you for your support,” he says. “I know it was hard to get used to the idea of Sherry and me being together, and I would never want to replace your mother…”
“I know,” I tell him, squeezing his shoulder.
And it’s true. I was filled with joy at the wedding, seeing him happier than he’d been since my mom was here with us. “
“And I know that mom would be glad that you’re happy, just like I am,” I tell him.
I adjust the boutonniere he’s wearing. It’s a daisy, my mom’s favorite flower, in her honor. There’s one in my hair, too. And I read a Pablo Neruda poem during the ceremony.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
It felt like an homage to the way the relationship started out between my dad and Taylor’s mom. And also the way that my relationship with Wesley started out. Now we can all have public relationships, but they began as something to be cherished privately.
As dad and I dance, I think about how happy I am that everything has turned out even better than I could possibly hope for. When the song ends, the DJ clears his throat.
“And now the groom’s daughter and the bride’s daughter would like to pay tribute to their parents,” he says. “So they’ve prepared a surprise.”
“What?” My dad asks, his mouth open.
“Come on,” I say, leading him over to a chair beside Sherry.
Taylor is already walking over to the DJ’s booth to collect the pom-poms we had hidden there prior to the reception starting. “
“You know that Taylor and I have a flair for the dramatic,” I tell him. “You had to be expecting this.”
“Ya’all ready for this?” blasts over the speakers, and Taylor and I begin the routine I’d choreographed, which is an Evolution of Dance sequence that goes through songs reminiscent of my dad and Sherry.
Taylor and I start with “My Girl,” and then our entire squad joins in for “Hooked on a Feeling,” “Treasure” and “The Way You Look Tonight.”
They do a fantastic job, but I’d expect nothing less. We ended up winning Nationals, and this year with a strong crop of new cheerleaders joining us— and the return of Mandy, who successfully completed physical therapy and rehab— we’re an even better squad that will undoubtedly win again.
Everyone was very supportive during Christian’s trial, and he’ll be locked up for a very long time. Testifying was difficult because it forced me to remember and re-live that awful day but I’m glad that all of that ended before my dad’s wedding, so that now I can just relax and enjoy it.
Finally, Taylor and I finish up with rewritten words to The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air song that we rap while the rest of our squad members dance. At the end, we do the victory cheer we always perform after the Wildcats win, which is also switched up to be personalized for my dad and Sherry.
Let’s go Thompson
(Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)
He’s Coach Thompson
(Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)
And she’s Sherry Hudson
(Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)
Way to go Thompson
(Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)
Way to marry Hudson
(Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)
We’ll go to their wedding
(Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)
They’ll live happy ever after
(Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)
Let’s go Thompson
(Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)
Mr. and Mrs. Thompson
(Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)
Go on your honeymoon
(Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)
And to your happy ever after
(Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)
We kick our legs and throw our pom poms in the air, and Mandy does a back flip for the grand finale.
“Thank you, Sweetheart!” My dad says, as all the wedding guests join us in clapping.
“That was lovely,” Sherry agrees.
Later, after a fun night full of lots of dancing, toasting and celebrating, it’s indeed time for the newly married couple to leave for their honeymoon in the Caribbean.
“Wait,” says Sherry. “I have to throw my bouquet first!”
The DJ starts playing “All the Single Ladies,” and a bunch of us dutifully line up behind her.
“One, two, three…” she says, and then tosses it over her head.
As it arches perfectly straight in my direction, I know it’s meant to be, but
I still feel rather nervous and embarrassed.
“Chelsea! You’re next!” Sherry says, as she turns around and doesn’t seem surprised at all that I caught it. She winks at me.
“No pressure,” she tells Wesley.
“Have a great honeymoon!” I tell her and my dad one last time, to change the subject.
Taylor says the same thing, and then my dad and Sherry run off to their limo.
“I still can’t believe your dad and my mom got married,” Taylor says, scrunching up her face in mock disgust, and looking like the little girl I knew when I was eight years old.
“Me neither,” I tell her. “But I love you. And I guess we really are sisters now.”
“I love you too,” she says, and hugs me.
Wesley’s standing beside me, still looking shell shocked by the fact that I caught the bouquet, I guess.
“How mortifying,” I tell Wesley. “Don’t worry. It’s just a silly wedding tradition.”
But then he’s down on one knee, looking up at me with an excited grin and I realize what his expression had been about.
He looks even more nervous and excited than right before we rode The Beast for the first time. We’ve been there quite a few times in the year we’ve been together since then.
“What?” I ask, but everyone around me begins to clap.
He pulls out a small box and opens it up.
It’s my mom’s engagement ring, which my dad had given her. I’d recognize it anywhere, as she’d worn it ever since I can remember and then I used to go into her top dresser drawer and look at it after she had passed away.
“If you want something different, of your own…” Wesley starts to say, as he sees me looking down at it.
“No, it’s perfect,” I tell him.
I bend down and hug him, not caring who can see me cry.
“Thank you!” I tell him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“So I guess that’s a yes?” he says, sincerely looking relieved.
“You haven’t even asked her yet, you moron,” one of the other football players shouts from the crowd, and everyone laughs.
“Oops.”
His brown eyes stare straight at me.
This is the bad boy I thought would never be mine.
Down on one knee, looking up at me.
“Chelsea Thompson, will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
He scoops me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. We kiss and kiss and kiss, until his teammates and my squad members are all groaning and telling us “Enough, already.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I repeat. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Chelsea. So fucking much. I’m so glad I’ll get to ride this ride called Life with you forever.”
THE END.
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Twice the Fun: A Bad Boy MFM Menage Romance
Chapter 1 – Dante
One of the best parts of my job is constantly having tits rubbed in my face by different women.
Sometimes it's multiple women at once. Like right now, for instance. Lucia has her perky little A cups in one part of my face while Ebony has her ample double Ds all over the rest of it.
"Ebony, your tits are great," I tell her for the millionth time since she's started working here at The Fun House. "A man can sleep on them like a giant pillow during a great night’s sleep or eat them like cake at a birthday party."
She hangs her head back and laughs as her delicious tits shake in my face.
"Thanks, Boss. Let's just say I was gifted these from a god who must have wanted me to be a stripper."
"Don't worry, Boss," Lucia says, pouting. "I'll get a boob job soon."
"What's stopping you?" My brother Marino calls out from his perch near the front door. Well, he’s not really my actual brother, but close enough. "You certainly make enough money here."
"Don't do it," I tell Lucia, kissing her tiny boobs. "Your tits are perfect too. Some of our best customers love them."
"That's right!" Bill Jenkins calls out, lining up some twenty dollar bills on the edge of the stage. He's a banker who spends a lot of his large disposable income at our fine establishment. "Like me over here. Come take my money. But not if you're going to use it to change your body in the slightest."
Lucia jiggles her tits one more time and then turns around to go treat her favorite customer to their tastiness.
"Marino, are we still clear?" I ask, nodding to my brother.
He peers out the small window from which he can see the street.
"Yep. The place is all ours."
I slap Lucia's ass and say, "Hold on. You forgot something."
She wiggles it in my face like she was just doing with her tits.
"Sorry, Boss. You're the man of the day. I forgot to ask. May I please go see Bill?"
I squeeze Ebony's tits as Nadia sidles over to take Lucia's place.
"Yes," I tell her. "And don’t forget, your tits are heavenly. All tits are. It's just that every man has different tastes when it comes to tits. And my tastes run large."
"Like these?" Nadia asks, removing her bra to let me get a glimpse of her generous D cups.
"Those are definitely my kind of perfect."
I grab a handful while keeping one hand on Ebony's beauties.
Ebony must get jealous, because she straddles my lap while Nadia stands, displaying the full glory of her tits.
"Happy birthday, Boss," Ebony says, grinding on my lap while I play with her tits. "I hope you're getting everything you wanted for presents."
She expertly bounces up and down, making my cock a little hard.
"There's that bad boy," she says, grinding against my package. "I was wondering when he was going to come out and play with me."
"Why don't you take her into VIP so that I can join in?" Marino asks from across the room.
"You just keep making sure no one comes in," I instruct him. "That's your job tonight."
I look down at Ebony’s beautiful body and then across the stage to where Lucia's crawling over to Bill, her tits hanging out and her ass up in the air. She's wearing a small covering over her thong and I know that Bill’s about to take it off of her, so she can tease everyone by showing everything but the most important bits.
My cock gets harder.
Don't get me wrong. Ebony's body is fucking glorious and her moves are near master level. But owning a strip club comes with so many extracurricular privileges that things get boring after a while. Lately I've needed two or more women at once to even get to the point where I'm fully hard, and sometimes the chase is half the fun.
All I want to do is rip off Lucia's thong now and take her myself right here, maybe with Ebony and Nadia joining in. If Lucia’s favorite high rolling customer weren't right there expecting to be the one to get to do the exact same thing, I definitely would.
But right now I just fantasize about the thought while playing with Nadia's perfectly erect nipples and being ridden by Ebony. I know that after the customers leave, Marino and I can have our fun. With Lucia and whomever else we want.
There's a commotion at the door, and my head swivels in that direction as fast as it can escape from Ebony's and Nadia's tits.
"Everything all right?" I ask Marino.
There's a pause, as he's looking out the window, and then he says, "Yeah. It's just a girl."
I nod, and the fun bags return to their rightful place in my face.
"We didn't schedule any new girls tonight, right?" Marino asks me.
I manage to get out a "no" that sounds more like a "nmph" because multiple pairs of tits are squishing my face and making it hard to talk.
"We didn’t sched
ule any auditions either?" he asks.
"Now why we would do that?" I respond, but it comes out as an unintelligible mishmash of words.
Tonight's not just any night at the club. It's my birthday. And that's why Marino's sitting at the door.
Because even though we've been scrutinized lately for allowing a little too much fun to occur at The Fun House, we're not the type to let that stop us. In fact, we've ramped up the fun tonight, inviting all of our big spender VIP clients for a private party to celebrate the birth of yours truly.
I squeeze Ebony's curvy ass while motor boating Nadia's tits.
No one can stop the party at The Fun House. Especially not on my birthday. That's why my little brother Marino is guarding the doors. Because things are going to get wild tonight. So wild that only the most trusted of customers were invited to participate in our celebration tonight.
"Ummm, Dante?" Marino calls out. "You might want to come see this."
"Come see what?" I ask, slightly annoyed with him for interrupting now that my cock is rising to its full nine inches.
I'm trying to decide which girl to fuck first and all Marino wants to do is talk to me.
"The fucking hottest girl I've ever seen in my life is out here asking for you," Marino says. "I think she might be your birthday present."
Chapter 2 – Marino
One of the best parts of my job is working with my big brother.
Well, he’s not my actual brother, but it always felt like he was, and still does to this day.
Sometimes I still can't believe how far he and I have come. We started off kids of two single mothers who were too busy chasing dick and smoking crack to properly care for us.
Our fathers— whoever they were— had never been in the picture. Just our two BFF druggie moms, who didn’t know what they were doing when it came to being parents and never should have had us. The state stepped in and removed us when I was just five years old and Dante was eight.
But the state didn't know how to care for us any better than our mothers did. We were tossed around from one house to the next, each of them seeming to get progressively worse— or maybe it's just that I kept getting older and more aware of my surroundings.
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