Charity Graduates 1: Fatherfucker

Charity Jones here. Your narrator or purveyor of autobiographical whack off material.

Enough of the wit, you want more of my memoirs. Here goes

The 12th grade had finally arrived. The big year. The make or break year. The big one -two. Alright enough with the drama.

This was my graduating year, so I had to make it a good one; but it was already a crazy busy one I had discovered within the first week. I was working at the Love Hut Lingerie Store Tuesday through Thursday nights and then working as coat check girl at the Zebra Club. Plus , to no one’s surprise I was voted in as Captain of the cheerleading squad. Not to mention trying to keep dating my dreamy boyfriend and captain of the football team, Chet Baker.

In short it was a mess and it couldn’t all be managed.

I kept working nights from 4 to 8 at the Love Hut with Patti. Punk rock Patti was very flexible about my cheerleading and didn’t mind if I came in late or had to take off a night even if it was short notice. To be fair, every other Wednesday night wasn’t even work; I would simply head over to the hotel and join my hung dom and Patti for our continuing threesomes.

I had to drop a night at the Zebra Club too. I was never going to see Chet if I worked both nights, and half the nights I was there would involve taking home some guy or getting gangbanged in an Ebony room. That was killing my homework time too. My boss Marcus was also very flexible about football games, and knew I had to take nights off to cheerlead.

Here’s a breakdown of my 12th grade madness

Monday

Go to school, hang with Faith and Hope, cheerleading practice, home to Momma ( optional threesome with Marcus), do some homework

Tuesday

School with Faith and Hope, work at the Love Shack 4 to 9, do a bit of homework

Wednesday

School with Faith and Hope, cheerleading practice, arrive hour late for work at Love Shack, every other Wednesday threesome with Patti and George

Thursday

School with Faith and Hope, work 4 to 9 at the Love Shack, do a bit of homework

Friday

School with Faith and Hope, cheerleading practice, work 7 to 1 at the Zebra club, followed by threesome, gangbang or orgy ( menstrual cycle depending)

Saturday

Hang with Faith and Hope, do some homework , date night with Chet ( optional cuckold session with Chet and big black cock(s) )

Sunday

Church, hang with Faith/ Hope/ Momma, do homework

Rinse and repeat.

For the first few weeks this was definitely the pattern and that would hold with the exception of special days and holiday’s throughout the rest of the year. Faith, Hope and I had managed most of our classes together so we were still inseperable but we all had our lives too.

Faith was still working the Burger Baron, and occasionally getting cock from Jerome after work, which I really should have done. So she was relatively busy too, plus she was on the cheerleading team too. She thrived on business though

Hope was the real surprise. She now had a boyfriend. Gone were the days of random sucking every cock that came along. She would still join us for fun on Friday nights if I managed to find some in advance for after work, but there were no other extra curriculars. Her boyfriend was a shocker too. It was Beeder. He had been working the theatre as well, and his giant cock , his big brain were an easy match to the orally fixated goth girl. Her real big shock was that she tried out for the team, and she got in. She would later confess she joined to flash people because she never wore panties and that Beeder wanted to fuck her in her uniform.

It was late September when Chet came to me and told me excitedly that his father was here to stay in town. That he wanted to settle down and confine his business close to home. He was thrilled, his dad was in town for a few weeks at a time, or sometime only for a few nights. He worshipped his father and I think he was such an over-achiever in school and football in ant attempt to impress him.

I was excited too. I was really looking forward to this man. Chet raved on about him, so did Mrs Parsons the Churchslut did as well. Except unlike Mrs Parsons, Chet’s reasons for adulation had nothing to do with his father’s cock. It was a double whammy for me, because I had never even been to Chet’s home because of his father’s rule of no strangers in the house.

I prettied myself up to the hilt for the big night of meeting Chet’s dad. Chet even managed to get his dad to let me sleep the night over, but only in a guest room. I wore a lovely yellow sun dress and put my thick blonde hair into two neat braids. I looked like the sweetest girl next door.

We went out for an early dinner first and I was nervous as hell before we headed over to Chet’s home. Fortunately Mrs Parsons was out for dinner with one of her boyfriends. I “ borrowed” him and led him into the bathroom to give me a good hard fucking in the stall to calm me down.

With a pussy full of sperm, I was now ready for the night. At least I thought I was.

Chet’s home was in no dismissive words a palace. It was huge and on the “ good “ side of town, a far cry from my home in the trailer park. His foyer has easily the size of our living room at home. It was like going back in time for me, my own father and I lived in a place like this, but not nearly as huge. It was funny, I viewed the trailer as my home but the mansion I grew up in as just a place I had once lived.

In any case, the place was huge. A big swimming pool in the back with a hot tub. Four bedrooms. Three bathrooms. A study. A den. Dining room. Even an entertainment room and wine cellar. It was ridiculous.

Coming in we were greeted a the door by the maid. A truly stunning latina Beauty who went by the name of Consuela. That lovely dusky skin, haughty and naughty feature and a healthy bustline too. She was in her late 40’s and had the sexiest accent around. Apparently she had been with the family since Chet’s mother died when he was 6.

She showed me to my room and made me blush telling me how beautiful I was. How Chet was such a lucky young man to be with such a ravishing beauty. How much she loved my beautiful blonde hair. I could have sworn she was hitting on me.

When I was situated, Chet knocked on my door excitedly and said his father just got home and wanted to meet me finally face to face downstairs in the living room. I giggled and hugged Ted close. He took me by the hand and led me downstairs and opened the double doors to met his dad.

“ Here she is Dad, this is my girl friend, Charity Jones”

It was George.

The horse hung dom of my wet dreams was my boyfriends father. Just a few days ago I was eating his cum out of Patti’s ass and now here was standing before me in a bran new light. It certainly explained why he was always in and out of town all the time. This was going to be… interesting.

We both stood stunned staring at each other for a few seconds. He clearly had no idea that I was his son’s girlfriend either. He knew I was in high school and I knew he could powerfuck me all night, but to be honest, that’s all we really knew about each other.

“ Aren’t you going to say hello?” , Chet said excitedly

“ Of course, hello Charity was it?” he said composing himself and stepping forward extending a hand

“ Yes, a pleasure to meet you..Mister Baker”

“ Please, call me George”, we shook hands friendly enough pretending we were strangers.

“ Glad you finally met her, Dad, it’s only been a year”, Chet joked.

“ Yes, I really do wish I could have had her pleasure earlier” he dropping that slight innuendo

“ Handshakes are so formal” , I said stepping up and giving him a hug

My petite body squeezed into his big frame and he friendly enough hugged back.

“ We should talk”, he whispered to me

“ Agreed”, I whispered back disentangling myself.

Chet and I sat down on the couch together and sat across from his father and engaged in some idle banter. I could tell Chet was very keen on the conversation. He talked about us meeting at school, whilst leaving out the gangbang.

Ironically I had already told George all about my cuckold of a boyfriend, he loved hearing these stories about me fucking around. He even had me call Chet a couple times while we were fucking and making me tell Chet how good he was and how much I loved this older strangers cock. Reflecting on it, I never used anyone’s name , just calling Chet ‘ baby” and George “ daddy”.

All the time Chet talked, waiting for my appropriate response I noticed the similarities. I had always wondered why George had seemed so familiar, and now I knew. The same chiseled jaw, the seem deep blue eyes, same hair colour ( except George’s grey temples). The same muscular build, the same chin dimple. The major differences were the age, some of George’s age lines and of course that his cock was twice as big as Chet’s.

As Chet went on and on, I started thinking more and more of George’s giant dick. I had never hung around him this long socially without trying to shove it down my throat or into my pussy. Thinking of his powerful tall frame on top of me, pounding the shit out of me for hours and hours. Damn, I was getting horned up.

Consuela came in asked if we wanted a drink. George asked for another scotch. Chet was going to order us a couple lemonades, but I interrupted him.

“ Baby, could you make me one”, I asked sweetly cuddling up to him

“ Consuela can get us one”

“ But its better when made with love”

Chet just rolled his eyes , I nudged him and continued “ Fine, I want a couple minutes to chat with your dad”

“ Okay honey, just for you”, Chet said giving me a sweet quick kiss, “ you play nice with her Dad”

“ You got it tiger”, George smiled blandly at his boy

When they left, George leaned forward in his armchair to address me, but I cut him off.

“ I want to fuck you”, I told him bluntly

He was almost taken aback for a second, “ It’s different now, you’re my sons girlfriend”

“ I don’t care, I want to fuck you”, I reiterated.

“ I don’t think this is a good idea”

I lifted up my sundress showing him my bare pussy underneath, my torn panties lying in a corner of the men’s washroom at the family restaurant.

“ I want your dick in my pussy. In my ass, Then in my mouth. And I will have them”, I told him firmly.

He lifted an eyebrow to me knowing I was in one of my moods. It was no use arguing when I set my mind to something, I can be insanely stubborn. Then he smiled with a look as to ask me how I was planning on pulling this off.

Just then Chet wandered back in with our drinks, I quickly covered my twat before he could notice and we went back to pretending to be the sweet teen and dotting father . Consuela walked by me to give George his scotch and bent over in front of him, showing me a clear view of a really thick and juicy ass under her skirt. Shit she wasn’t wearing panties either! Chet just looked away nervously, almost as if this was the usual.

She whispered something in his ear then walked over to us and gave us long sugar sticks to stir our drinks, bending over to show off her very ample cleavage. She was probably a bit bigger then me in that department too.

As she dipped the sugarstick in my lemonade she whispered in my ear

“ I just love a freshly shaven puta, it eet looks so tasty, si?”

I raised my eyebrows at this, apparently she noticed.