Fishing for Trouble

In my last chapter I told you about Kim being pregnant, thank god John was not the father. I also had sex with my dad again and it still felt good having sex with him. I also told you about how I was falling for John’s aunt DeRonda.

This chapter starts out in the early spring. Kim has moved away to live with her aunt in another state where she will have her baby that she gives up for adoption. It is spring break for John and me both. John is going away with his dad on a week long fishing trip. He and I stood in the driveway waiting for his dad to come out.

“Janet you do know I would rather spend my spring break with you.” “But I could not tell my dad no on going on this fishing trip,” John explained as he stood there with me in his arms.

“I know,” I replied as I hung my head down. “I am just going to miss you,” I added as he took his hand and lifted my head.

I had moved in with John back in February as both my mom and dad had said it was OK as long as I finished school. I had planned on finishing school. Then I could go to John’s college in the fall. I was looking forward to being with him on campus just as it was when we were in High School. The only difference this time was going to be me being his girlfriend.

“Janet I will be back in a week.” “It will do you some good to get away from me for a while,” John said as he wrapped those lovely big arms around me.

“Oh is that why you are going; to get away from me?” I asked in a rather bitchy tone.

“NO and now you sound like some one else I know,” John replied removing his arms from around me.

“I’m sorry, I did not mean it to come out that way,” I said when in fact I had meant it too.

About this time, his dad comes out and he asks John if he is ready to get on the road. John shakes his head yes and he takes me into his arms giving me a deep and passionate kiss. I return his kiss standing there in his arms. John breaks our kiss and he gets into the truck. His dad comes over, he gives me a hug, and I give him a kiss on his cheek.

“I will have him back to you in a week,” John’s dad said to me as he got into his truck.

I just stood there as they pulled from the driveway. I watched them going down the road until they were out of sight. As I stood there, DeRonda pulled into their driveway and she got out of her car.

She walked up to me and said, “I see the boys are off to get their horny worms wet.”

I stood there totally lost as I replied, “What do you mean?”

DeRonda looked at me with a surprised look as she replied, “You mean to tell me that boy did not have the balls to tell you the truth.”

“What Truth?” I replied loudly.

DeRonda put her arm around me as she explained to me. The last three years or so they have been going off on this so-called fishing trip. However, they never brought any fish home from the trip. They never took any photos and if questioned on it. Either they had forgotten to pack the camera or it fell out of the boat.

She told me that her sister had figured it out when bills from Las Vegas started to show up on credit cards the next month. DeRonda told me that both her and her sister knew the whole story. DeRonda told me she pretty much had to threaten John to get him to tell her. She told me that her and her sister never left on as if they knew what they were up too.

“If they are not fishing then where did they go,” I asked still in wonder.

“Those two are heading to Las Vegas for gambling and the fucking whore house,” DeRonda replied. “I told that boy to tell you the truth or I would,” “Sometimes that boy has his brain in his dick I swear,” DeRonda added as she shook her head.

I was at a lost for words, I did not know what to say back. I was hurt that John had not told me the truth. The gambling I did not care about but him out there paying some bitch to fuck him. What in the hell is wrong with him I thought?

“I can’t believe John did not say anything to me,” I said to DeRonda as a few tears ran down my cheeks.

“Don’t let it upset you Janet.” “They are fucking MEN every now and then their brains go dead and their cocks take over.” “Yes that boy should have told you the truth and yes I know; why in the hell is it a big deal to visit a cat house when he has you at home,” DeRonda replied as she hugged me.

DeRonda told me she was sure that John was going to tell me the truth as she had talked to him last week about it. DeRonda told me not to worry about him. DeRonda told me that she would handle his dumb fucking ass when he got back. She told me to come along with her and her sister in a week long shopping spree.

“That is how we deal with it,” DeRonda said.

“Thanks but I will be OK,” I told her as I gave her a little hug and a quick kiss.

“Are you sure Janet?” DeRonda asked me taking my hand into hers.

I shook my head yes, as I got into my car. I drove back to John’s and mine apartment. I threw myself down onto the sofa and I cried my eyes out. How could he be doing this to me and why was he doing it. I felt betrayed by John for not telling me the truth. I cried more as I thought he just did not want me any more.

I spent two days in our apartment cleaning and crying. To make matters worst I found some letters to John from that Julie woman down at the porno store. They were in a box hidden on the top shelf of his closet. Julie confessed in those letters her undying love for him. She stated that she would do any thing for him if only he would be hers.

Julie even told him in her letters about my little fun in the back room at the glory hole. She told him how I had drooled over that big black cock. Julie told him I was just a blonde bimbo who needed n ____ r meat shoved up my pussy and my ass.

Julie told him that if he ever did marry me he would have to watch me day and night. She told him that I would be fucking every black dick in town. I cried each time I read her letter wondering if that was why he had not told me the truth about this fishing trip. By the fourth day, I was no longer crying; I was pissed instead. I decided to go have a little talk with the fucking bitch.

It was a little after eight in the evening I slipped on one of my sport bras, a red tee shirt, my tight black jeans and a pair of squared toed black boots. I was going down to the porno shop and kick her fucking little bitch ass. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail in case she was a hair grabber. I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror I looked like a dyke biker bitch.

I drove down to the porno store and I walked in. I saw Mike at the counter but I do not think he recognized me dressed as I was. I walked around as if I was looking at the toys. There were a few men in the store and they all were checking me out however I was there for another reason. I even watched a group of men go into the back room.

I finally walked up to the counter and I asked, “Is Julie working tonight?”

“No that fucking bitch was stealing from me; I had to fire her,” Mike said in an angry tone. Then he smiled as he asked, “Is there anything I could do for you?”

I thought for a second or two and I replied, “Yes there is give me some quarters for the back room,” as I handed him a twenty.

Mike just smiled as he handed me the rolls of quarters. I took them and I walked into the back room. There were about three or four men talking when I walked in. They grew silent as I walked by them and I walked into a booth closing the door behind me.

I did not even get a chance to put a quarter into the movie box before I saw two fingers come through the hole in the wall. I dropped to my knee as I touched my fingers against his. He withdrew his fingers and slipped his cock through the hole. I took it into my hand and I rubbed on it for a while making it hard. His cock grew to about average size right at about six inches I would say.

I took his cock into my mouth and I worked it up and down on his cock. I got my mouth down against the hole and I sucked hard on his cock. I removed my mouth and I licked at the head of his cock while I pumped my hand on the rest of it.

I felt his cock throb in my hand as cum started to ooze from his dick. His cum did not fly out it just oozed out over my hand as I pumped on it. He had not even come that much really. I did not even lick it from my hand I just wiped it off on my black jeans.

I watched him pull his now limp cock back through the hole. I was a little let down in the fact I had only played with his cock for a few minutes. I thought about just getting up and leaving when another cock slipped through the hole. This cock looked a lot bigger than the first one as it hung down the wall.

I took it into my hand and I started to pump my hand back and forth on it. I could feel my pussy juices start to warm up as I felt his cock growing hard in my hand. His cock grew to a nice fat seven inches or so. I wrapped my lips around it as I worked it down my mouth. I ran my mouth up and down on his cock as fast as I could as I squeeze my lips tightly around it. I also worked my mouth right down to the wall on his cock.

I removed my mouth and I pumped on his big fat cock as his pre-cum oozed freely from it. I used my tongue to lap up the pre-cum oozing from the head of his cock. When I had cleaned all of his pre-cum up I took him fully into my mouth again. I worked my head up and down on his shaft as sucking sounds filled the booth. I heard a moan come through the hole in the wall as I sucked at his cock.

I worked my mouth to just the head of his cock and I sucked at it wildly. His cock throbbed a few times before I felt it give a jerk. His cock started to squirt his hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed as he filled my mouth. I was able to take all of his cum into my mouth and right down my throat.

I never took his cock from my mouth I just kept sucking on it taking every drop he had. I was still sucking on it, as it grew soft. I could feel him trying to pull it away from me but I was still sucking at it. He finally managed to pull it from my mouth as it came out with a little pop sound.