Teen Summer Time Fever- Episode II

Imagine the surprise Carl felt when he arrived home early from work and heard the moans and groans of his 16-year-old son and two teen girls sexually experimenting in his basement. Having fantasized about girls this age for years, his son may have provided the opportunity to gain some first hand . . . or even “tongue” experience with these budding bodies.

Once he realized what was going on, he tip-toed over to the basement stairs and listened carefully to what was being said and the moaning of sexual relief. Almost instantly he heard a young girl’s voice say, “Spray my titties with your sticky cream Cory!” which was all the motivation he needed to sport a full-length woody. A big smile spread across his face, as he knew a plan could be hatched . . . to have these young girls share their services his way as well.

Carl went to his room and quickly changed into a muscle T-shirt and a pair of shorts, quickly eliminating his boxers. He was proud of his 38-year-old body, enjoying the daily workout he received as a foreman construction worker. As he quickly applied on a new layer of cologne, his mind raced through a mischievous plan to involve his son and the preteen girls. Once he was satisfied, he retraced his steps, leaned forward and yelled downstairs.

“Cory get your ass up here this minute!” he bellowed. Meanwhile in the basement, the previous glances of sexual gratification . . . was soon transformed into instant terror.

“Quick . . . you guys go clean-up in the bathroom right now,” he said yanking on his shorts and finding his shirt and wiping some of the slimy cum off of his hairless chest, “I’ll go make things right with my dad.” He looked down and his cock was nearly flaccid as a result of the sudden interruption. As he turned to go upstairs, he still marveled at the sight of the naked female bodies that were still displayed in front of him.

Selfishly he thought . . . maybe he would still get his 7″ cock into one of their wet pussies before the day was through. He moved towards the steps, took a deep breath and headed upstairs towards uncertainty. His dad met him at the top of the steps.

“We need to talk young man,” he said deliberately loud enough, for the frantic girls to hear in the basement as they gathered their clothes and headed for the bathroom. Cory followed his dad into the den, which still had the computer monitor showing two naked girls licking a man’s cock with twinkles in their eyes.

“So who are the girls?” he asked as he sat next to his son on the couch.

“Two girls from school . . . Julie and Aimee . . . they followed me home.”

“Don’t they live up the street?” asked Carl quickly fantasizing . . . having seen one of the girls laying out in their skimpy bathing suits a week or so ago.

“Uh, huh . . .and we’ve been kinda playing some games and stuff,” he said.

“Don’t bullshit me boy . . . you got them to strip down naked and you’ve been playing with their bodies, haven’t you?” he asked.

“Uh . . .yeah,” he said turning red.

“Well, I’m proud of you son, and you are going to help me join in on the fun and get my long pecker into the act,” he said rubbing his hand lewdly over his erect COCK hidden only by a thin layer of nylon cloth.”But you must play along with my plan, understand?” he asked with a shit-faced grin on his face.

“Sure, dad . . . no problem” said Cory relieved at what he heard.

“Alright, this is what we are going to do . . .” he began, quickly outlining what would follow. After a few minutes the two went downstairs.

Making the Girls Beg for Cock

“Girls . . . come on out . . .we gotta talk things out with my dad,” announced Cory as he stood outside the basement bathroom. The door immediately opened and Aimee’s shiny red hair was what first gained Carl’s attention. Her shoulder length hair was just a prelude to her pretty face and developing body. Both girls had put back on their bikinis and were bare footed.

“Is he really mad . . .oh shit?” said Aimee suddenly realizing Carl was standing next to his son who had shed his shirt.

“Dad . . . this is Aimee and Julie,” he said pointing to the young girls. Carl quickly scanned their developing bodies and the bikinis that hid their young treasures. He couldn’t wait to ram his cock up both pussies.

“Sit down girls . . . I need your phone numbers to call your parents!” said Carl rather sternly. The girls looked bewildered after hearing his request.

“Why?” asked Julie obviously upset.

“Because you both came over to MY house and obviously were doing the “nasty” about ten minutes ago.”

“No we weren’t . . . I mean . . . we might have been . . . kissing but Cory didn’t . . . you know . . .” said a worried Aimee.

“Have his big cock in your wet pussy?” said Carl anticipating the look on the young girl’s faces when he so blatantly described the act. He loved the instant reaction of humiliation on both 12-year-old girls.

“No way . . .” they both said in unison.

“Well, you were still unsupervised and your parents should be called right now. What are your numbers?” he asked.

“Please don’t tell them sir . . .” begged Aimee.

“No please don’t. We will be grounded for the summer!”

“You should have thought about that ahead of time,” he said picking up the phone next to him.

“You don’t understand! They can’t know about us being here!” said Julie, visibly upset.

“PLEASE SIR, DON’T CALL . . .WE’LL DO ANYTHING TO KEEP THEM FROM FINDING OUT!” said Aimee beginning to cry. Carl watched the red head’s tears begin to trickle down her cheeks and he knew he had won.

“Can’t we do some chores for you, or something extra to help you out?” added Julie with added urgency in her voice.

“Hmmm . . . maybe. . . Alright . . .I’m willing to be reasonable, but you must do exactly what I ask, without ANY objections. Do I have your word, girls?” he asked waving the phone in the air.

“YES!” they both said in unison. “You name it and we’ll do it . . . and that’s a promise,” said Julie.

“Fine . . . but Cory must still receive his punishment for you two being over without my permission or supervision.”

“Dad . . . how come?” said a surprised Cory.

“Because I said so. And what type of punishment do I usually give you . . . young man?”

“I get spanked . . .” he said slowly with his head down. The girls both looked at the man with surprise on their faces.