John’s Dream Girl (chapters 21 through 22)

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Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The author holds exclusive rights to this work.

Author’s Note:

This novel deals with extremely taboo situations and events in a very graphic, no-holds-barred manner. It covers a myriad of taboo sexual categories, ranging from “incest” to “rape,” and beyond. If taboo thoughts, ideas and fantasies are not your sexual “cup of tea,” then by all means, please feel free to bypass this story entirely. Consider yourself warned.

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JOHN’S DREAM GIRL

An Adult Erotic Twisted Tale About Taboo Relationships

by rat_race

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CHAPTER 21

2006: The Two-Timing Twat

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“So, how did everything go? Was it how you thought it would be? Come on. Spill the beans. Tell me everything,” Susie urged Trish, as she was lying in bed with her, naked under the covers, and playfully tweaking Trish’s left nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

It was a Saturday night, and a whole week had passed since Trish had intentionally lost her virginity to her Grandpa John, right after she had scissored on a 12-inch-long, double-dong dildo with her grandmother.

The two girls usually had their sleepovers at Susie’s house, but tonight Susie was sleeping over at Trish’s house, for a change. It didn’t matter that Susie was now 19 and in college, and that Trish was 18 and a senior at Stevens High. Both girls still lived at home with their parents–and also “lived for” their next weekly sleepover together.

And by this point in their nearly-decade-long string of sleepovers, these two young women didn’t even try to pretend that they were spending the night together for any other reason, other than for the express purpose of having sex with each other. And they were definitely head-over-heels in love with each other.

They say opposites attract. And in Susie’s and Trish’s case, that old saying applied in spades. You would have been hard-pressed to find two young women who were more different-looking from one another. Trish was slender and petite, whereas Susie was tall and big-boned for a girl, and she was also on the chubby side. Trish had long fine straight brunette hair, whereas Susie was a natural blonde, with thick curly hair that became really tangled and almost unmanageable once it reached shoulder-length. And so she normally kept it cut pretty short, which made it look kind of like a blonde-colored mop, sitting on top of her head. Trish had the perfect “ski nose” and beautiful large blue “bedroom eyes,” whereas Susie had a hooked nose and small beady hazel eyes that were nothing to write home about.

And when both girls took their clothes off and got naked, they looked even more different from one another. Trish’s breasts were on the small side, just like Susie’s were. But Trish’s breasts were almost-perfectly-formed and very attractive-looking, whereas Susie’s “breasts” were really nothing more than glorified, puffed-out, very-weird-looking nipples that were spaced way too far apart on her unusually-wide chest to look anything like “normal breasts” do. And even the two girls’ pussies looked completely different from each other. Trish kept her pussy shaved baby-bare, and her fleshy pussy mound had a perfect-looking crack running right down the middle of it, which completely hid all of the other parts of her pussy (including her clitoris) from view, when she was in a standing position. But Susie’s pussy, which was covered with a thick patch of dirty-blonde pubic hair, had super-long darkly-discolored inner pussy lips that hung way down out of her crack, looking like a pair of bulky, shriveled-up skin-curtains.

Susie had even tied her two gigantic inner pussy lips into a loose knot one time, right in front of Trish’s eyes, just to prove to Trish that she really could do that. And of course, Trish was genuinely intrigued by Susie’s “pussy lip trick,” because Trish just happened to have very small, almost-non-existent inner pussy lips herself.

The bottom line was that Trish was considered “a real catch” by almost every guy that met her. They all wanted to date her. Poor Susie, on the other hand, couldn’t even get a guy to pay attention to her, much less ask her out on a date throughout her four years at Stevens High. She even went to her high school prom by herself, and not one boy there asked her to dance. Not even during the fast songs.

The worst part of all this was that, unlike Trish, who was bi-sexual, Susie was a true heterosexual, and wanted to have a boyfriend so badly that she couldn’t stand it. But she was eventually forced to resign herself into accepting a female lover, when no boy she knew would even kiss her, much less consider ever having her as a girlfriend. So, spurred on by her strong need to share her sexuality with someone–as well as by her unrelenting horniness, which simply wasn’t being satiated through masturbation alone–Susie took the very bold step of actively seducing her long-time best friend, Trish, into having sex with her one night at a sleepover, and that’s how their on-going lesbian relationship had gotten started.

At any rate, after Susie had showed up at Trish’s house this evening, the two girls ate dinner with Trish’s dad, Bill, and then watched TV side-by-side on the couch in the den for most of the evening, before turning in to go to bed. Bill was sitting in his easy chair, off to one side of the couch, reading his newspaper while swigging down his fourth Miller Lite for the evening. He was pretty much ignoring the two girls on the couch–that is, until it was time for one of them to get up, go to the refrigerator, and get him another beer.

Right after Susie had sat back down on the couch–after delivering that fourth Miller Lite to Trish’s father–she noticed that Bill’s balls were hanging out of one of the leg-holes in his satin gym shorts. When Susie whispered in Trish’s ear to tell her that, Trish started giggling her ass off, which made Susie burst out laughing, right along with her. And of course, both girls laughed even harder when an obviouslytipsy Bill said, “What’s wrong? What’s so damn funny?”

Of course, the girls weren’t going to tell him that his balls were hanging out of his shorts. So Susie chimed in, making up something about the sit-com they were watching on TV, and that there had been a very funny moment in it.

Bill shrugged his shoulders, and then went right back to reading his newspaper, and unintentionally letting his balls hang out, for all the world to see. And neither girl could keep herself from repeatedly glancing over at Bill’s balls, the whole time that they were sitting on the couch together.

Bill had nearly finished off his sixth beer by the time that he told the girls goodnight and headed upstairs to his bedroom. He stumbled a little bit, while he was trying to negotiate the steep stairway, but he managed to make it all the way to his bedroom without falling down. He also managed to take most of his clothes off, before he lay down on top of his bed and passed out.

About 30 minutes after Bill left to turn in for the night, the two girls finally went upstairs to Trish’s bedroom, and closed and locked the bedroom door. Their clothing flew off at sonic speed, as both girls got naked, and jumped into bed together to snuggle up with each other.

After a long French-kiss to break the ice, Susie asked Trish point-blank about her defloration the week before by her grandfather.

“It was so cool! I never felt anything like it before, in my entire life. Now I understand why girls make such a big deal out of losing their virginity. It was nothing less than awesome! God, Grandpa’s dick felt so good inside me!” Trish said, just bubbling over with enthusiasm. “I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“Yeah, that’s great,” Susie calmly replied, rolling her eyes upward and gently shaking her head, as she was trying her best to pretend that she was fairly bored and underwhelmed by Trish’s excited comments. “I’m happy for you, Trish. I really am. But you do know that I’m still a virgin, right?” Susie candidly admitted.

“Of course I do. But you won’t be after tonight, if I can help it,” Trish said, with a devilish gleam in her eye. “Why do you think I had you come over here to my house tonight, instead of me going to your house, like I usually do? Just think about. Besides you and me, who else is in this house with us right now?”

“Oh, shit! Are you kidding me?” Susie remarked, with her eyes and her mouth wide-open in total disbelief about what Trish was implying.

“No. I’m dead serious. Just think about it. You’ve always told me that you thought my dad was hot–I mean, for an older guy–and that you wouldn’t mind ‘doing it’ with him sometime. Well, now’s your chance to put your money where your mouth is,” Trish said.

“But he’s your dad–” Susie started to argue.

“Yes, he is,” Trish cut Susie off, “And you just got done staring at his balls for a couple of hours, and you didn’t seem to mind that. And neither did I, to be honest with you. I stared at his balls too, right along with you. Did it occur to you that we were both staring at the very set of balls that made me?”

“Yeah, that thought did occur to me. And it really turned me on to see you looking at your own dad’s balls like that. But there’s no way that your dad would actually have sex with me tonight,” Susie insisted.

“Of course, he would. He’s a guy. And he likes girls. And as far as I know, he hasn’t had one in his bed for at least four years or more. He so horny right now, he can’t see straight. Believe me, I can tell. He’s even been looking at me weird lately. Let’s face it. My dad would be on top of you in a New York minute, if you let him. I guarantee you. I know he thinks you’re cute as can be,” Trish said, lying through her teeth. “He talks about you all the time.”

And that very last part of Trish’s statement was absolutely true. Bill did talk about Susie a lot.

But whenever he did, he always referred to Susie as being that “fat, dyke girl” that Trish always hung out with. And he would say things to Trish like, “Why do you always hang out with that loser? You could do a lot better. She’s not even in your ballpark.”

And of course, Trish would always faithfully come to Susie’s defense, whenever Bill would start bad-mouthing her best friend and lover.

“Really?” Susie asked, mostly in response to Trish’s “he thinks you’re cute” comment.

“Yeah, really. I just know that if you go to his bedroom tonight, and climb into bed with him after he’s asleep, he’ll wake up and–with a just little bit of coaxing on your part–he’ll fuck the crap out of you.”

“Oh, I’m not so sure about that,” Susie baulked.

“Hey, that’s exactly how I got my Grandpa John to fuck me last week. It was a piece of cake. I’m telling you. I just climbed into bed with him and started playing with his dick. And before I knew it, I had his stiff dick inside me, and we were ‘doing the dirty deed’ together. So what do ya say? Are you game? I dare you to ‘do it’ with my dad tonight. Come on. What do you got to lose?”

“My virginity,” Susie sarcastically replied, and both girls laughed for a moment, before Susie got serious again. “But what if it hurts–“

“Don’t worry about that. It’s not gonna hurt. Trust me. How many times have we finger-fucked each other?”

“A bunch.”

“Exactly. Your cherry broke years ago. And so did mine. So you really don’t have anything to worry about. It’s gonna feel awesome! You’ll see.”

“But I’m not on any birth control right now. I mean, you’re the only person that I’ve been having sex with, and so there’s no need for it. I’m guess I’m just worried that your dad might get me pregnant.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be silly. That’s not gonna happen. But if you’re that worried about it, just tell Bill that he needs to pull out, right before he cums. That’s all. I’m sure he’ll cooperate with you. He’s a good guy. He’s my dad, remember?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me! That would be like sitting through a great movie, and then leaving the theater a few minutes before the end of the movie. I’m not gonna do that to myself–or to your dad. He deserves better than that. And so do I, for that matter. So if I seduce your dad into taking my virginity tonight, the least I can do is let him ‘go all the way’ with me. Your grandfather didn’t pull out of you, did he?”

“No. He ended up squirting tons of sperm into my little pussy. And you’re right. That was the best part of it all. I even got him to fuck me a second time, before I left his bedroom that night. It was so neat. We actually ‘did it’ doggie style that second time.”

“See? There ya go. So why would you even ask me to get your dad to pull out of me, right before he cums; and deny me the chance to see to what it feels like to finally have a guy fuck me, and ‘squirt tons of sperm’ inside me?”

“Because you just told that you were afraid of getting pregnant. That’s why,” Trish countered.

“But that didn’t stop you, did it? You still got your Grandpa John to fuck you last week anyway. And you even let him unload inside you twice, for God’s sake. Like one time wasn’t enough to get you pregnant.

“Come on, Trish. Wake up and smell the coffee! You’ve been watching too many porn videos. You should know that that ‘pulling out’ stuff just doesn’t work. And that’s because a guy can leak out pre-cum anytime, once he’s got a hard-on. And there are literally thousands of sperm cells ‘swimming around’ in one little, clear droplet of pre-cum that oozes out of a guy’s dick. You should already know that, too.”

“Yeah, I do already know about all that kind of stuff,” Trish defended herself. “But listen to me. It’s totally different, once you get all turned-on and excited. Believe me. You won’t even care about the ‘pregnancy part.’ I mean, all I cared about, while Grandpa John was fucking me, was how strong my next orgasm would be, and how soon it would come. And that’s the honest-to-God truth.”

“Okay. So then why don’t you get me all turned-on and excited right now, and help me quit caring about the ‘pregnancy part’? And maybe I’ll take you up on your dare, and get your dad to fuck me and take my virginity tonight. Deal?”

“Deal,” Trish said, and then immediately swooped down onto Susie’s bare, hairy pussy with her mouth, to lap away at Susie’s clit with her tongue for a few minutes, before sticking her fingers up into Susie’s fuck-hole and finger-fucking the crap out of her vagina.

“Who knows,” Susie continued to talk to herself out loud, while Trish was skillfully masturbating her. “Maybe I shouldn’t worry anyway. I mean, my older sister and her husband have been trying to get pregnant for over six years now, and they’re still trying. Besides, what are the odds that I’d get pregnant the very first time that I ever get fucked by a guy?

“Oh yeah, baby. That’s it,” Susie said directly to Trish, praising her for her adept stimulation of Susie’s G-spot. “Fuck me hard with those wonderful fingers of yours. Oh God yes! Just like that. You’re gonna make me cum! Oh shit yes! Just like that. Fuck yes! God, I think your dad is so hot-looking! I’ll bet he’s got a killer dick on him too! Oooooh, yeahhhhh!”

Meanwhile, as Trish kept on relentlessly pistoning her fingers in and out of her best friend’s vagina, she automatically thought to herself, Yeah, it’s a killer dick alright. Just wait ’til you see it.

Then Susie started making her unique grunting sounds interlaced with high-pitched squeeling sounds (the same “whining like a little puppy” sounds that she always made in the back of her throat, whenever she was orgasming strongly), while her vagina was spasming rhythmically, and she was squirting all over Trish’s held-together fingers.

After Susie recovered from her strong orgasm, Trish asked her, “So what do ya say? Will you do it right now? Will you let my dad take your virginity?”

“Right now? But he’s probably not even asleep yet.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s what makes it so sexy and great,” Trish said, getting up out of the bed to open her bedroom door. Then she came back to the bed to grab Susie by the hand, pulled her up onto her feet, and lead her to the bedroom doorway, where both girls stood naked, side-by-side, looking down the hallway toward Bill’s bedroom.

“Now, walk down to Dad’s bedroom, naked, just the way you are right now,” Trish instructed Susie. “Then open the door–he never locks his bedroom door–walk right into his bedroom, and climb into bed with him and snuggle up with him, like it’s no big deal. Tell him that you’ve got the hots for him, and that you’re a virgin, and that you want him to be the very first guy who ever fucks you. Then reach down and grab hold of his dick, and start squeezing it. That should ‘seal the deal.’ And after you guys are finished having sex, come back down to my bedroom, wake me up, and tell me all about what happened.”

“Wow! I can’t believe I’m really doing this,” Susie said in a forced whisper, as she slowly made her way down the hall toward Bill’s bedroom.

“You go, girl!” Trish strongly whispered back, as she cheered on her best friend, and then watched as Susie opened the door and slowly walked into Bill’s bedroom, stopping momentarily to close the door behind her.

Trish closed her own bedroom door. Then she jumped back into her bed, got under the covers and began masturbating, while she imagined what her best friend and lover, Susie, must be experiencing right now in her father’s bed.

Trish was just starting to drift off to sleep 20 minutes later, when there was a soft knock at her bedroom door, and a very familiar voice quietly saying, “Hi.