Kneel, Don't Squat! / page: 227 - Erotic story Collection

My wife Laura told me she was fine with it: her friend Joan was bringing her xxxteen-year-old daughter over for penetration. "She refuses to open herself to men," Laura explained.

Joan and Helen arrived about two hours later, both looking very hot. Joan, who was 34, had long black hair, hazel eyes, and slightly olive skin, which her yellow dress displayed in all the right places, here cleavage plunging especially deep. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra.

Neither was her daughter. Helen had even <b>bigger</b> tits, all but bursting out of the blue cotton blouse she was wearing. Unlike her mother, the girl had pale, almost alabaster flesh, basically the same complexion as her father, God rest his soul. Her legs were long and smooth, on full view thanks to the short-shorts she was wearing. No freckles, despite having waist-length red hair, wavy, but not quite curly.

"Wow, I don't remember Helen having THAT big a bust!" commented Laura.

"I made her get implants," Joan replied. "I was hoping a man, or even a boy from her school, would take her by force, so she could finally experience the pleasure of being a sexually-subservient woman. But n-no such luck," she whispered, tears welling up in the eyes.

"So, what makes you think she'll submit to me?" I asked.

"Well," answered Joan, "she knows you were Dave's boss at the company, and you were close friends, too. So she respects you. She likes men in authority." Lifting the small crucifix around her daughter's neck, she added, "And we're Catholic, so she knows this is what her father would want."

I was surprised. After all the times I had fucked Joan, I never knew she was a Catholic. In retrospect, it made sense: I used to **** her, under threat of firing Dave, and she actually seemed to enjoy it, especially up the ass, my hand pulling her hair as I called her the whore that she is.

At any rate, about two minutes later, I had pulled down my pants, still sitting in my easy chair, exposing my rock-hard erection. Helen was now standing in front of me, totally nude, her mother having instructed her to disrobe. She was gorgeous. I ordered her to kneel before me. She responded by crouching down, face level with my cock.

"KNEEL! DON'T SQUAT!" I angrily roared, causing all three females present to gasp apprehensively. This is one of my pet peeves. If a woman is going to submit to a man, she must surrender every ounce of her dignity. "I WANT THE FRONTS OF YOUR LOWER LEGS AND FEET TOUCHING THE FLOOR!"

Helen obeyed immediately. I was satisfied to see the look of fear in her eyes. I rose to my feet and put my hands on her lovely young head, holding it steady. "Wrap your lips around the head," her mother instructed as she licked her own lips.

Helen complied, whereupon I began fucking the young beauty's mouth, her soft lips making the most intoxicating squelching sound as they were violated by my much older dick. So pleasurable was the sound, the feel, and the sight of this girl on her knees, arms hanging limp at her sides, obediently accepting the degradation I was inflicting upon her, that it it took only a few minutes for me to climax.

Yanking her hair back with my left hand, causing her to cry out in pain, I ordered her to look up at me (which she did) and used my right to stroke my hard-on. It took only seconds before I <i>UNLOADED</i> on her face, pumping no fewer than four powerful blasts of my cum on her face and in her hair, which I used my grip on to throw her to the floor, where she lay sobbing, curled up into the fetal position, her spirit crushed. When my son Eric emerged from his bedroom to take care of her cunt, she offered no resistance as he repositioned her onto her back, parted her thighs, and penetrated her slit. It was gratifying to see her blue eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as he plowed her, silent, powerless, docile.

When he started pumping his jizz into her thoroughly-conquered cunt, Joan begged him to save his final blast for the crucifix Helen was willing to oblige. As her did so, covering the symbol of the daughter and mother's faith with his profane fluid, Joan screamed in orgasm and passed out. With Laura's enthusiastic approval, he and I fucked the holes and crevices of the two Catholic whores until we were exhausted.

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