Iris was fucking pissed off. Not only did she think
Uncle Louie was an asshole, but now she was stuck in a
minivan for the next 3 days with her parents and boxes
and boxes of his shit. Why couldn’t they just get
married in San Diego? And why couldn’t he hire a
fucking mover if he wanted to move to Dallas so
goddamned badly?
Her parents were the fucking worst people to be in a
car with, too. Her mom, the fat bitch, couldn’t keep
her fucking mouth shut. There wasn’t a single goddamned
thing that she couldn’t refrain from commenting on –
going too slow, going too fast, following too close,
drifting too close to the curb – SHUT THE FUCK UP
BITCH! A fifteen year old like Iris shouldn’t have to
put up with this shit, she thought. It’s all David’s
fault, anyway, that she had to ride with her parents.
David was her boyfriend. Well, sort of. On the positive
side, he was always willing to fuck her as much as she
wanted, and he had a big dick. On the negative side, he
was annoying, never took her out, didn’t have a job,
flunked out of high school two years ago, and sat
around playing computer games all day. The positives
and negatives pretty much balanced each other out. For
the time being, anyway.
She had convinced her parents that she couldn’t miss a
day of school, and had been planning to fly out on
Saturday morning for the wedding. That would have given
her basically a full day by herself. Her dad worked at
a bakery, so her parents usually went to sleep around 9
pm and woke up at 4. Iris rang up David around 10, once
her parents were sound asleep, and he crawled in
through her window to give her at least a half hour of
good solid reaming.
Everything would have been great except at 3 in the
morning, David decided he wanted seconds, and came back
for more. Not that Iris wasn’t up for it, but the
unmistakable sound of raw, teenage fucking coming from
your daughter’s room at 4 in the morning tends to
attract attention. Her dad freaked out, and now here
she was, about 6 hours out of San Diego, crawling
through the desert at 55 mph, because her fucking
parents wanted to conserve gas by driving the speed
limit. Below the speed limit, even. She slept for about
the first 4 hours, and she was already fucking bored
out of her mind. This was going to be a long trip.
Iris had to cram into the back seat of the minivan
since the middle row had already been filled. At least
the boxes in front of her blocked her view of her
asshole parents, which meant that she could reach
inside her jeans and play with herself. She pinched her
nipples through the thin cotton fabric of her white
tank top, and diddled her clit until her pussy soaked
through her panties.
After last night, however, a few fingers simply weren’t
going to do the job for her. Plus, her parents’
continual bickering kind of killed the mood. What she
needed was some cock. Maybe there’d be some nice cocks
to fuck at the wedding, she thought. Maybe there’d be
some nice cocks to fuck on the way to the wedding, she
giggled to herself.
The characteristic ring of her cell phone startled her.
She didn’t realize that she could get cell phone
reception out in the middle of the desert, but because
they were on an Interstate, she could get a few bars.
It was her friend, Karen.
“Where the fuck are you?” Karen asked.
“I’m going to Texas with my parents,” Iris explained.
“You told me you were flying out on Saturday!”
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t my choice. David came over last
night.”
“Oh, fuck, girl! You didn’t get caught, did you?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I told you it was going to happen sooner or later.”
“Fuck off.”
“Well, you missed a hell of a fight this morning, Jason
and Alex beat the shit out of each other right in the
main quad.”
“Dammit, Karen,” Iris whined, “I always miss the good
stuff.”
“Gotta go. Catch ya later, bitch,” Karen declared.
9:25 am – time for third period to begin. All her
friends would be occupied for the next 45 minutes. She
thought of people she could call. David, maybe? Her
parents would probably murder her and bury her in the
desert. He was already banned from the house.
Fuck.
A sports car flew by them on the right, honking his
horn and giving them the finger. Her father insisted on
driving in the left lane, despite his speed. Seeing the
car, however, gave Iris an idea. She scribbled her cell
phone number down on a piece of paper and held it up
against the window.
The first few cars didn’t even look. A few others
looked but didn’t really get it.
In between third and fourth periods, Iris got the
inside scoop on the day’s gossip from Karen as she
walked to biology: Jamie was grounded for flunking last
week’s English test, Tyler was trying to quit smoking
again, and Evan raised his prices again. Fucking greedy
weed dealers. Not that it affected Iris much, she only
smoked when her parents were out of town at those
shitty church retreats.
Iris made another attempt to flag down drivers with her
cell phone number, but it was just as futile as her
first. Bunch of fucking retards. Pick up your phone,
dial a bored teenager. What the fuck was so hard about
it?
Iris gave up after 15 minutes or so, and forgot about
the paper, now stuck in the window. When she answered
the phone and Brad identified himself, she immediately
thought it was Brad Anderson, the creep from her metal
shop class.
“How the fuck did you get my number?” she demanded.
“Fuckin’ A, you put it in the window.”
Iris suddenly realized he was calling from the road.
She whirled around to look, spotting a blue Toyota
hanging out behind them. Brad looked like he was in his
late twenties or early thirties with scruffy beard and
a tucker hat. Iris waved; he waved back.
“Sorry, I thought you were another Brad,” Iris
apologized.
“That’s cool. So, you’re bored stiff, eh?”
“Yeah.”
“So am I. Where are you heading?”
“Texas,” Iris said. “My uncle’s getting married there.”
“Sounds exciting.”
“No, it blows.”
There was sort of a pause, while Brad listened to
Iris’s parents fighting in the background and Iris
thought of something interesting to ask. She looked
back at him again, and noticed that neither of his
hands were on the wheel. One was holding the phone, and
the other was in his lap.
“Let me see it,” Iris demanded.
“Wha-what?”
“I know what you’re doing, let me see it.”
“I-uh-okay.”
Brad pulled to the right and slowly accelerated,
pulling up slowly so that only Iris could see into the
front seat. Sure enough, his jeans were pulled down
past his buttocks and his 8″, swollen prick was jutting
up. Brad’s fist slowly pounded up and down, stroking
roughly as he talked to Iris on the phone.
“You wanna fuck?” he asked.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Iris responded.
“Tell your parents to pull over at the next exit, we’ll
find a gas station bathroom or something.”
“Nah, my dad never stops anywhere except for Denny’s.
They donate money to pro-life groups or some shit like
that. There’s not a chance in hell we’ll be stopping
before then.”
“Alright, next Denny’s. Let me see your tits.”
Iris put the phone down on the seat and pulled the
straps of her white tank top down off her shoulders and
pulled it down, exposing a white, lacy bra. She
ceremoniously unclasped her bra and slowly took it off,
covering herself with one hand as she dropped her bra
on the ground. Finally, she slid her hand down,
revealing her firm tits. Iris teased her nipples,
already hard, for a few seconds as she watched Brad’s
penis, on the verge of exploding.
Brad had a very hard time staying on the road as he
neared his orgasm. Iris closed her eyes and licked her
top lip suggestively, and imagining his cock sliding in
and out of her mouth was enough to send him over the
top. Streams of white, sticky jizz sprayed all over the
steering wheel.
He momentarily lost control and hit the sandy shoulder,
sending up a large cloud of dust. Iris giggled as she
put her tank top back up, letting her nipples stick out
from the thin fabric.
A few seconds later Brad came roaring by, waving as he
passed.
Chapter 2: Denny’s
10:30 rolled by, and it was already past her dad’s
lunchtime. He was as grumpy as fuck, but predictably,
he waited until they got to a Denny’s before he
stopped. Iris’s pussy was already dripping wet with
excitement, even before she saw the blue Toyota in the
parking lot. Brad was sitting at the bar, and as they
parked, she saw him heading off to the bathroom.
She didn’t even bother sitting down with her parents
before announcing she was going to take a shit. Brad
was hanging out in the back seating area, by the
bathrooms.
“Hey, baby, I didn’t even catch your name.”
“Iris,” she responded curtly, “Less talk, more fuck.”
Iris started walking towards the bathroom, but Brad
grabbed her arm.
“There’s someone inside there,” he stated.
“Let’s use the women’s room then.”
“There’s someone in there too.”
“Fuck.”
Brad and Iris stood around, not really knowing what to
say.
“So,” he stated, “You got a few days off of school?”
Iris nodded.
“You want a smoke or something?”
Iris shook her head, and the awkward silence continued.
“Fuck it,” Iris announced, “They’ve got stalls for a
reason.”
Iris strode past Brad and waltzed into the men’s room.
There were two stalls inside. The far one, the
handicapped stall, was occupied, but the near one was
vacant. Iris walked into the stall, with Brad in tow,
and locked the stall door behind him. She flushed the
toilet to get rid of the last vestiges of shit that
were left over, and then sat down.
Iris unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling
down his pants and underwear at the same time. A large,
rigid cock sprung to attention, nearly whacking her in
the face. She grabbed the shaft and sucked the tip
gently between her moist, pink lips. Brad inhaled
sharply and rested his hands on her soft brown hair,
grabbing a handful with each hand to form handles. He
yanked back and forth, forcing cock into Iris’s mouth.
She tried to protest at first, but realized he really
didn’t care. Iris tried to open up her mouth a little,
allowing his dick to slide further and further back as
her spit lubricated it.
Brad was a little smaller than David, but she still
couldn’t deep throat his dick. She pried her lips off
his big, fat cock, and kept one hand wrapped around his
pulsating member as she stood up.
Brad pulled the straps to her tank top down across her
shoulders and lowered his face to suck her nipples for
a bit. The firmness of teenage boobs was something that
had eluded him for several years, not for any lack of
trying, of course. He licked her breasts and kneaded
her buttocks, savoring the warmth in between her legs.
Finally, he couldn’t stand it any more. He spun her
around and reached around front to unbutton her pants.
She helped him yank down her jeans and panties, and
then leaned forward to give him access to her twat.
Moving around was pretty difficult, with both their
pants around their knees, but Brad positioned his cock
at her pussy entrance and reached down to rub it around
a little bit. He explored the warm folds of her labia,
making sure he coated his entire cocktip with her pussy
juice before pushing himself in.
Her pussy was tight, like most of the teens that he
fucked. He could only fit in the first four inches on
the first thrust, but as he started fucking in and out,
she loosened up and he could fit closer to six.
Iris braced herself against the far wall as he started
pumping in and out. Brad’s dick filled her sloppy pussy
to the brim, and she loved it. At first, she tried to
keep quiet, but after a few pounding thrusts, she
couldn’t hold it in any more, and let out a long,
sultry moan.
Brad’s dick sawed in and out as he pulled her hips back
for leverage. As he stared down at her buttocks,
inspiration hit, and his licked his pinky, slowly
pushing it up against her anus. With each thrust, he
slowly pushed his finger into her ass.
Iris came with short gasps, her pussy spasming with
delight. She could feel the savory mix of boy juices
and girl juices running down the back of her thigh.
“Ungh… ungh! Harder!” she blurted. Brad obliged,
driving his dick all the way in, as his balls slapped
against her pubic hair. He pulled his pinky out of her
ass and put his hands back on her hips, lifting her off
the ground and then dropping her to impale her on his
cock.
He felt his balls tighten as he started pumping semen.
He felt a small spurt, and then a larger one, and then
a near-torrent as he completely unloaded into her. He
let out a huge grunt as his orgasm intensified. His
throbbing dick kept unloading jizz, filling up the
available space inside of her vagina and slowly leaking
out. His spunk leaked out of her, dripping onto his
pants.
Finally, he pulled out.
“So, Iris, you busy tonight?” he asked as he pulled up
his pants and started zipping up.
Iris wiped her pussy off with some toilet paper before
putting her jeans back on. “Maybe,” she replied. “We’re
going to try to make it to Tucson.”
“Well, baby, I’m headed there myself. Give me a ring
when you get closer.”
“Sure.”
Brad leaned in for a kiss, but Iris dodged it. Brad
shrugged it off and walked off.
Chapter 3: Motel 8
“Yeah, it’s pretty cool,” Iris explained, “My parents
reserved a room with a double, so they had to get me my
own room.”
“So you want a little more dick?”
“I want a lot more dick,” Iris said. She considered
telling him about her plans, but decided against it. If
he knew beforehand, he might bug out, but if he showed
up, he’d probably be far too horny to leave.
Iris gave him her room number, and then started
deciding what to her wear. Her choices were somewhat
limited by the fact that her fucking dad made her pack
in 30 seconds, but she managed to bring all her good
outfits. After modeling a few in the mirror, she
selected a pink spaghetti strap top, with no bra of
course, and a white jean miniskirt which she wore just
a little high on her hips so they barely covered her
pussy.
She sat down on the bed and flipped on MTV. It was some
shitty reality show. She started flipping through the
channels randomly when someone knocked on her door. She
ran to the door and looked through the peephole. Brad!
She threw open the door.
“Hey, kid,” Brad chimed. He pulled out some flowers
from behind his back.
Iris recoiled. “I’m not your fucking girlfriend, is
that clear? You’ve got a big dick, and that’s pretty
much it, you got that?”
“Fine. Let’s fuck, then.”
“Not quite yet.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll see.”
“What are we going to do in the meantime?”
Iris smiled. “Give me a foot massage.” She grabbed the
flowers out of his hand and tossed them into the trash
can. She took a flying dive onto the bed, beckoning him
by wiggling her toes.
Brad sat down on the edge of the bed, his raging boner
straining against his pants. He humored her by
massaging her toes in between his fingers as he tried
to get a clear view of her pussy underneath her skirt.
He could practically smell her juices, and didn’t quite
understand what the holdup was.
“So, where are you from?” he asked.
“Larkville, California,” she replied.
“No shit. That’s where I’m from too.”
“What?”
“Yeah, lived there for twenty years. Got a son in high
school – his name’s Brad, like his father.”
Iris didn’t quite know what to say. An awkward silence
ensued.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Brad was
understandably scared, but Iris was grinning from ear
to ear. “Don’t worry,” she beamed. She looked through
the keyhole and saw a tall black man, probably 6’3″ or
6’4″. She opened the door.
Marcus greeted Iris with a big kiss on the lips and
walked in. He was just as surprised to see Brad as Brad
was to see him.
“Brad, meet Marcus. Marcus, Brad,” Iris explained. “I
need a little more dick than one man can handle.”
“Nah, man, this is too weird,” Marcus said. “This
shit’s wack.”
“Don’t be a spoilsport,” Iris cooed, cupping his crotch
with a hand as she mashed her breasts against his
stomach. Her nipples were easily visible through the
thin fabric, and she rubbed them back and forth a
little bit and moaned for effect.
“Come ON,” she whined. She pulled Marcus by the belt,
and straddled Brad, pushing him so he was lying down on
the bed, grinding her hips against him.
“Fuckin’ A,” Marcus said, “This slut is hot.”
Marcus undid his belt and pushed his pants to the
ground, then pulled off his white wife beater. He knelt
on the bed beside Iris and held his dick up to her
mouth. He was massive, definitely bigger than David.
She took the tip into her mouth, swirling it with her
tongue. Brad pushed his pants down around his knees,
letting his cock spring free.
Brad massaged Iris’s tits through her skimpy top for a
few seconds, then pushed up her shirt so he could suck
her nipples. Iris pulled her mouth away from Marcus’s
dick for a few seconds in order to pull her shirt
completely off, exposing her pert 15-year-old tits.
Marcus leaned down, kissing her on the lips as Brad,
underneath her, reached underneath her skirt and
massaged her buttocks.
Iris just loved the feeling of hands all over her body,
and she could feel her pussy starting to drip lube.
Marcus positioned himself so that he was right in front
of her, and pushed his dick into her mouth again. He
tried to go for the throat all at once, but Iris pulled
back and obviously couldn’t take it all. She was
slobbering like crazy, lubing the first four or five
inches and then spreading it around with her hands.
Brad’s dick was feeling a little lonely, so he pushed
Iris’s skirt up to her waist and started pressing his
cocktip up against Iris’s juicy pussy. Iris sat down,
easily sliding her pussy down over his hard dick. She
slid up and down in order to stimulate him, but also
back and forth so that her clit rubbed up against his
crotch.
“Oh… fuck me hard,” she moaned.
Marcus pulled his dick out of Iris’s mouth and hopped
off the bed, standing at the foot of the bed. He knew
what Iris wanted, and he was more than willing to give
it to her.
“Big Daddy’s gonna fuck you in the ass,” he announced.
“Big Daddy better use some goddamned lube,” Iris
responded, quite alarmed.
“Big Daddy forgot to pick it up, so you’re going to
have to deal with it,” Marcus sneered. He licked his
index finger and roughly jammed it into her ass. Iris
squirmed uncomfortably. She had done anal with her
first boyfriend, but he was a lot smaller. She wasn’t
even sure if Marcus would fit, but the feeling of dick
was just too irresistible.
“Be careful,” she whined.
She sat down all the way onto Brad’s cock and reached
underneath in order to rub her own clit. The warm, full
feeling of cock inside her pussy was relaxing, and she
needed to relax as much as possible as Marcus started
pushing his dick into her bowels. He kept spitting onto
her asshole in order to lube it as much as possible,
but it barely helped. He got about two inches in but it
just wasn’t any fun.
Marcus ran to the bathroom and got a bottle of hand
lotion while Iris bounced up and down a few times on
Brad’s dick. Marcus lubed up his dick with the hand
lotion and put a dollop on her asshole for good
measure. Whether it was from being stretched out before
or from the lube, the second penetration was a lot less
painful. Marcus pushed his tip in, and then continued
to push in a little bit at a time.
Brad and Marcus picked up a rhythm, timing their
skewering so that Iris always had one dong sawing in
and one sawing out. Iris’s breathy gasps grew louder
and louder as she orgasmed, screaming in ecstasy as the
two dicks inside of her kept pounding mercilessly.
“Ungh… ungh… UNGGGHGHHHHHH!”
Brad came too, squeezing his jizz into her spasming
pussy. Even though he had come twice earlier in the
day, he still had plenty of gooey jizz left for her. He
finished up, and then pulled out quickly, letting the
sperm drip out.
Without pulling out, Marcus rolled Iris off of Brad, so
that she was on her back. He grabbed an ankle in each
hand and put them over his shoulders, allowing him
deeper penetration. He hammered into her asshole
roughly while she rubbed her clit furiously.
“Big Daddy’s gonna cum in your ass,” Marcus announced.
Marcus continued thrusting for a few more seconds
before pushing all the way in. His balls slapped
against her ass as his dick exploded inside her colon.
Marcus grunted as he shot jets of sperm to mix in with
the shit and the hand lotion.
As his orgasm subsided, Marcus slowly withdrew his
dick, exiting with a satisfied plop.
“That was a pretty good fuck,” he said.
Another knock on the door startled the three.
Chapter 4: The Neighbor
Marcus and Brad grabbed their clothes and jumped into
the bathroom, while Iris quickly pulled her top back on
and straightened out her skirt. The unmistakable smell
of raw fucking hung in the air, but there was no way
around that.
Iris looked through the peephole, fearing her parents
had come to check up on her. Instead, it was a fat
lardball with a goatee.
“Open up,” he said. “I know you’re in there.”
“what do you want?” she asked.
“You can either let me in and let me tell you, or I can
get the manager to see whether the room is supposed to
be triple occupancy.”
Iris reluctantly opened the door and let him in. As the
door behind him clicked, he told Iris that he knew what
was going on here and he was going to report her to the
manager unless he could get some as well.
“What?” she asked incredulously. “Get the fuck out of
here.”
“Come on, babe, I’ll pay you.”
“Fuck you, I’m not a hooker.”
“Oh, come on,” he reasoned. “It’s not like you ain’t
done it before. I’ll give you $200. Straight lay.
Nothing kinky.”
Iris mulled it over. $200 was a lot of money.
“This is the first time I’ve ever done this,” she
explained. “It’s going to cost you more than that to
convince me.”
“Fine, $300,” he said.
“Make it $350,” she replied, “and you’ve got yourself a
deal.”
“Alright, you greedy little slut,” he said as he
reached out and grabbed one of her boobs through the
thin fabric of her shirt. His greasy, fat hands pawed
her nipples while he leaned down to kiss her. Iris
pulled back but his fat lips planted a few kisses on
her cheeks and neck.
Iris reached down and unbuckled his belt, and then
undid his pants, freeing a small, 4″ dick. It barely
reached out past his gut, but it was rock hard and
dripping precum already. She stroked it a bit with her
fingers, and then pulled him by the dick towards the
bed.
Iris lay back on the bed, with her legs wide and her
skirt bunched up on her waist. The fat guy knelt on the
bed, positioning his dick by her pussy. He rubbed it
around a little, but Iris was still pretty dry when he
started putting it in. She was afraid that this guy was
going to crush her.
He propped himself up on his elbows and just started
hammering away. Iris turned her head to avoid looking
at his fat face, but he still had that smell that
people have when they can’t shower properly. He was
revolting, but she tried to think about what $350 could
buy. She rubbed her clit a little so that she’d be
lubricated.
The man’s breath reeked of garlic and onions, and even
the past 30 seconds of physical exertion was enough to
make him break a sweat. Iris tried to imagine herself
in a better place, but the hot, garlicy breath and
dripping sweat made it difficult. She caressed his arms
and whimpered a little.
His thrusts became more and more urgent, and his breath
became ragged and forced. Iris knew that he was about
to cum, but she wasn’t expecting his arms to give out
as he did it. The man groaned loudly as he collapsed,
filling her face with flab from his chest. The sweat-
soaked shirt made her gag, and she turned her head even
further to the side as he shot his load into her pussy.
The full 300 lbs of weight were now resting on Iris’s
small frame, rendering her completely immobile as his
dick shrunk, dribbling the last bits outside of her
cunt.
Iris couldn’t even breathe. She kept pushing at him to
try and get him to roll off, but he didn’t notice. She
pushed harder and harder, crying out in pain, but the
man was just too involved with his own orgasm to care.
Iris was literally seeing stars by the time he rolled
off, gasping for breath as he quickly pulled his pants
up and pulled his wallet out. He dropped a few twenties
on Iris’s sticky cunt, and announced, “Sorry, honey,
but that’s all I got. I’ll owe you.”
He then bolted out of the room. By the time Iris
realized he only gave her $60 and ran outside, he was
already back in his own room, wherever the fuck that
was.
“FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!” she yelled down the corridor.
Chapter 5: The Wedding
“Why do we have to go so early?” Iris whined.
“Because your father is an usher. Stop complaining and
get dressed!”
“Why don’t you drop him off, and come back to get me?”
“Because I’m not your personal chauffeur.”
“Fuck you.”
“Iris, don’t make me wash out your mou-”
Iris slammed her door shut and locked it. Fucking
bitch! The wedding wasn’t until two-fucking-thirty and
they had to be there at fucking noon. Fucking noon!
What the fuck was she going to do for two hours?
Iris donned a yellow sundress with a little white lace
trim, and some white stockings with white shoes. The
dress covered the top half of her thighs, and her
stockings covered the bottom half, leaving just about
two inches of creamy leg exposed. She turned from side
to side, making sure her dress flared just a little
when she spun around. Her brunette hair, slightly
curled, fell loosely on her shoulders. Iris reapplied a
little bit of her glittery face cream that had rubbed
off, some pink glossy lipstick, and a small spray of
perfume she stole from her mom.
She went out to the car, where her parents were already
waiting. Her mom, of course, glared disapprovingly at
her daughter’s way-too-sexy outfit, but they were late,
and making Iris change was simply not an option.
They arrived at the church almost 15 minutes late, a
combination of her mother insisting she knew the
directions when she didn’t, and a complete stop of the
car and a threat to turn around when Iris told her
parents to “shut the fuck up,” followed by a quick
retraction when they realized that going back to the
hotel would suit Iris more than anything.
So they punished Iris by not even allowing her to sit
in the car and listen to the radio as they went about
the final wedding preparations.
Fucking bitches!
Nobody asked Iris to help out with anything. Among the
rest of the family, she had a reputation of being a
total bitch. Iris didn’t care, she hated her stuck-up
cousins and her condescending holier-than-thou aunts
and uncles. Everyone else was a total fundie, and they
treated her like total shit since two Christmases ago
when they were over at Uncle Dave’s house. She was
playing with the younger cousins and hid in Uncle
Dave’s closet, and discovered a small little stash of
hardcore porn DVD’s. She popped it into the player, and
when the parents eventually walked in, everyone
fingered her.
Iris walked around the basement where all the Sunday
School classrooms were. She couldn’t believe people
still believed this shit. There was a kitchen down here
too, and interestingly enough, there were some voices
coming from the back. Actually, there were more than
voices – there was a distinctive odor, the odor of pot.
The back door of the kitchen was propped open, and
outside on a small cement staircase leading back up to
the ground level were three men in tuxes. Iris quickly
recognized them as the groomsmen. Upon seeing her, they
made a halfhearted attempt to hide the marijuana.
Iris laughed. “I won’t tell,” she said.
All three of them laughed heartily, exhaling little
puffs of smoke. One of them passed a joint to Iris. She
didn’t smoke very often, but took a good sized drag and
held it in her lungs. She passed the cigarette back to
the man, who very casually pointed towards himself and
announced, “I’m Steve.” Pointing to the other two
identically dressed men, he announced, “Matt. Evan.”
Steve was definitely the best looking of the three. He
looked like he was in his mid-thirties, with a stocky
build, wavy brown hair and a small diamond stud
earring. Matt looked maybe early forties, about the
same age as Uncle Louie, with a thin build, slicked-
back black hair and yellow-stained teeth, probably from
smoking. Evan was probably in his mid-forties with
thinning, grey hair and wire-rimmed glasses.
Iris was almost certainly going to end up fucking them.
It was just a question of arousing their interest and
making sure they kept their fucking mouths shut.
“I’m Iris,” she announced playfully, curtseying.
“Iris? Lou’s niece?” Evan asked. He tried to sound
matter-of-fact but he nearly dropped the joint as if he
were startled. He had a bit of a Southern accent.
“Yeah, why?”
“Oh, uh, nothing,” he said, feigning disinterest again
and taking another drag.
“Come on,” Iris pleaded, “Tell me!”
“It’s a private matter,” he replied.
“But it’s about me.”
“Yeah, well, that’s life, kiddo.”
The cigarette, now barely more than a stub, was passed
to Iris. She took a hit and passed it on.
“Alright,” she announced. “I’ll show you my tits if you
tell me what he said about me.”
Matt looked at Evan, who looked at Steve, who shrugged
at the two of them.
Evan looked back at Matt, who turned his attention back
to Iris’s legs.
“Deal,” Evan agreed. “But you’re going to have to pay
up front.”
Iris reached back behind her back and unclasped her
bra, loosening the cups in front. Slowly, she crossed
her arms and pushed her shoulder straps off of her
shoulders, letting the top of her sundress fall down to
her waist. Finally, she pulled the cups of her bra
down, exposing a pair of creamy, white, 32C tits with
turgid nipples.
The three grown men gawked at her teenage boobs for a
few seconds before she teasingly pulled her bra back
up.
“So, what has my uncle been saying about me behind my
back?” she asked as she re-clasped her bra and pulled
her dress up.
“He says that you’re a slut!” roared Evan, garnering
high fives from Matt and Steve. The three of them
laughed uncontrollably, Steve doubled over, and Evan
almost slipping off of the stair he was sitting on.
“Hah, hah, very funny,” Iris quipped. “What did he say
about me, seriously?”
“Seriously,” Steve acknowledged between fits of
laughter, “That’s almost verbatim.”
Matt nodded in agreement.
Iris was a little indignant. Okay, so she was a little
bit of a slut. But that didn’t give people the right to
go around telling people she was.
“He told us about one time when he ended up staying at
your house, in the guest room right underneath your
room,” Matt explained. “He couldn’t get a wink of sleep
that night with all the fucking going on in your room.”
Iris remembered that incident. That was one of the
first nights that David snuck over. They fucked four
times that night, with a total of ten orgasms between
the two of them. Her pussy started drooling just at the
thought of getting fucked repeatedly.
“That was a little excessive,” she admitted.
“Shee-at,” Evan drawled, “There ain’t no reason for a
sweet young thing like you to be acting like this,
sleeping around and showing her titties off to a few
dirty old men.”
“Who you calling old?” sneered Steve.
“Fuck you,” Iris snapped. “I don’t sleep around.”
“Tell me,” Steve inquired, “Exactly how many guys have
you slept with?”
“That is none of your fucking business.”
“Oh, come on,” Steve chuckled. “You’re out here trading
titty flashes for gossip, and you want us to think that
you’ve had fewer than twenty different dicks stuck
inside of you?”
“Twenty?” shrieked Iris, incredulously, so shocked that
she didn’t even realize it was a trap. “More like ten.”
More laughter ensued, more high-fives were exchanged.
Iris grumbled to herself, vowing not to reveal any more
information, especially since ten was probably a little
low. Plus the three guys she had fucked on the way
here. Oh, fuck, she was definitely over twenty by now.
Matt sensed her displeasure and tried to cheer her up.
“Aw, come on, kid, it’s not that bad. We’re just
teasing you, that’s all. We’re not bad guys.”
“Well, thanks,” Iris replied sarcastically. “It’s nice
to know you only act like fucking assholes for laughs.”
“Okay, okay,” Steve said. “Ask us a question and we’ll
tell you the honest answer.”
Iris pondered for a moment, then pointed at Evan.
“The youngest girl you ever fucked?”
By Matt and Steve’s reaction, Iris definitely picked
the right question and the right person. Evan turned a
dark shade of red, flustering a little.
“Why me?”
“Because you look like a fucking pervert,” Iris
explained.
“Alright, then come over here and sit on fucking
pervert daddy’s lap, and he’ll tell you a hot story,”
he grinned.
Iris climbed up a few stairs and balanced herself on
one of his legs. Because Matt was a few steps below
them, she could tell that he had a clear view up her
dress, but she didn’t really care. Steve could probably
look down her top, too, but she just didn’t give a
shit.
“So, I’m a ref at the high school football games,
right, and every year we have this deal with the
cheerleaders — they let us fuck ’em in the bathroom at
halftime, and towards the end of the game, any call
that’s sort of ambiguous goes to them. It’s this great
deal, and usually the cheerleader captains do us, so
they’re like 17 or 18.”
Iris shifted position so that she was straddling Evan’s
leg now, sliding back and forth as her clitoris grew
large and engorged.
“Anyway, so they’re up like 21-0 at the half and I’m
thinking, dammit, if they don’t think they’ll need any
help at the end of the game, they might not show up.
Plus, the last few times, it’s been this bitch Kristin
who comes out to service me, and fucking her is as dull
as fucking a 17-year-old can get. So, I’m sitting in
the stall, trying to maintain some wood, when the door
opens, and this absolutely stunning blonde walks in.
Like, she was a sophomore, at best.”
Steve noticed that Iris kept eyeing his crotch, and
made no effort to hide his growing erection. As a
matter of fact, he stood up and grabbed Iris’s hand,
placing it firmly on his member.
“Don’t stop,” Iris whispered, as she unzipped Steve’s
fly and fished around for his warm cock. She pulled it
out of his boxers and through his fly. Gently, she
lowered her lips to his cocktip, and planted a wet,
sloppy kiss on the head. Licking the underside, she
slowly slipped the dick into her wet mouth.
Matt reached over and grabbed one of Iris’s tits,
flicking the nipple, while Evan stroked her legs as he
continued his story.
“So, this chick takes off her panties, and then just
climbs up on top of me and starts humping away, while
she’s in her fucking cheerleader outfit.”
Slurp, slurp. Iris kept slobbering on Steve’s dick as
he grabbed a handful of hair in each hand and fucked
her face.
“She bounces up a down for a little bit, and in five
minutes flat I’ve got a huge load that I’m pumping into
her cunt. I’m stuck inside of her, just revelling in
this fifteen year old cunt wrapped around my dick,
thinking that this is probably the best sex I’ll ever
get in my life.”
Steve came without any warning. Iris felt the cock in
her mouth jump, and suddenly her mouth was filled with
salty, foamy liquid. Steve tried to push his dick all
the way into her throat, but Iris held him off and just
kept sucking the tip. His dick kept on pumping for
several seconds, then started to go soft. Iris
swallowed the salty cum as Evan continued his story.
“Just when I think it’s over, there are like seven
Lincoln Terriers that come into the locker room, and
I’m like, oh, shit, I’m going to jail.”
Iris stood up, turned to face Evan, then bent over at
the waist, pulling down Evan’s zipper and freeing his
cock. She began sucking him off vigorously as Matt
stood behind her with his pants down around his knees.
Matt pulled her white cotton panties down to her knees,
and then positioned his cock by the willing entrance to
her pussy.
Evan continued as Iris’s mouth bobbed up and down on
his dick. “Just as I think it’s all over for me, she
makes this deal with them, and she bends over, and
basically lets each one fuck her, one after another.
This girl is a total slut, just cumming over and over
again as these kids pound her, and after it’s all over,
she sucks me off again, just for good measure. Holy
shit, what a slut!”
Matt’s 7″ cock slid easily all the way into Iris’s
twat, and he buried himself for a few seconds to savor
the feeling. Then he began thrusting, hard, pulling all
the way out and then driving all the way in with every
single stroke. He watched his glistening penis
disappear into her teenage pussy, slapping her ass
every once in a while.
Meanwhile, Evan watched the teenage beauty sucking him
off. Iris wasn’t only hot, she was also experienced.
Her tongue danced around his cockhead, smearing a
mixture of his precum and her saliva all over his
shaft. He could feel his balls tightening in
anticipation of orgasm, but he really wanted a taste of
her pussy. Reluctantly, he pulled her off of his dick
and motioned to Matt.
Matt was just about ready to unload, but figured he’d
have a little fun. He pulled out and let Evan take his
place behind her, while he circled around and sat on
the stairs in front of her. Iris assumed he was going
to cum in her mouth, but as she drew her head closer to
his dick, he suddenly started whacking furiously, and a
jet of semen shot out and hit her square in the eye.
Evan held in her in place from behind as he skewered
her with his dick, reaching down underneath her stomach
to rub her clit. He continued driving her forward so
that she needed both hands against the stairs to
maintain her balance.
“Fuck!” she yelled, but Matt cradled her head with one
of his arms as he continued spraying jizz all over her
face. He deliberately aimed for her hair, knowing that
there was no way she’d be able to clean it up before
the wedding. Streams of white, sticky sperm splashed
against her cheeks, eyelids, forehead, and bangs.
Evan watched as Matt defiled the young girl. The
thought of him creaming her face was erotic, but
surprisingly, he felt Iris’s pussy clench around his
dick as her face got covered. She was cumming, hard,
and her young snatch, already tight, gripped him like a
vice. Evan stopped thrusting and just let her throbbing
cunt milk him all the way to orgasm.
Iris could feel her spasming pussy suck the sperm out
of Evan. Each of his spurts was well-timed with each of
her vaginal contractions, slowly filling her up with
spunk.