Chapter 2

After anal sex that lasted far too long, I ignored Keith’s apology and walked to the bathroom, nude with cum leaking from my ass. I heard the bathroom fan running and opened the door. I was even more annoyed the bathroom was quite smoky and there was a smoldering cigarette dangling from my daughter Marie’s lips.

I exclaimed, “Fuck! I’m too tired for this! You know you’re not supposed to smoke! Go to bed! I’ll deal with you tomorrow.”

She asked, “What’s that on your leg? Why is your butthole open ... OHMIGAWD!”

I responded in annoyance, “He came in my ass again. Now I gotta do an enema, and shower before I can sleep. And some dripped on the floor! Dammit!”

“But I thought if you’re in love, sex is good? You’re engaged, so you two must be in love, right?”

“He loves having his dick in me, but that’s about all.”

“He gives you flowers or candy, or other little things nearly every day. I think most of the time he’s really nice.”

“Well, except for sex. Have you had any luck dating? You can tell me, I won’t be mad.”

Marie replied, “All three guys I tried just stuck it in, squirted in half a minute, and left me wanting more. At least they used condoms.” She sighed and seemed very disappointed.

I heard something splash into the toilet and the fecal odor overpowered the smoke. I grabbed the air freshener and sprayed it around. I ordered, “If you’re gonna sit there pooping, at least pass me an enema from under the sink. I can use it in the shower.”

She asked, “Will the cum hurt you if you leave it there?”

“Well, no, but it’s gross. Your boyfriends lasted less than a minute?”

She handed me an enema and said, “Yeah. Well, not exactly boyfriends. We only went out once each. I’m so horny all the time, but I can’t find a decent guy!”

An idea struck me and I asked, “How would you like a man that lasts a long, long time? Would you be willing to try sex with Keith?”

“Uh ... maybe. Probably.” She slowly turned red as a radish.

“If you do, I’ll let you smoke. I think we’ll be able to smoke in the house, too.” I thought a moment and added, “He might get upset if I just give you to him like you are a toy, though. We’ll need to pretend to argue, and your ‘punishment’ will be sex with him. Will you give it a try?”

FRIDAY NIGHT

After dinner with friends and family, Marie and my mother Heidi brought in a cake from her car. It had more candles than I liked, and “Happy Birthday Cathie!” I was watching my weight, so I only had a small piece and skipped the ice cream.

Keith gave me an expensive necklace with rubies and diamonds. Mom gave me a card and a hug.

My daughter’s birthday gift to me would be a month of freedom from sex.

(Keith’s point of view)

My sexy blonde fiancée Cathie’s twenty-ninth birthday was a very exciting day. We had cake and ice cream, and fun playing a few party games with family and friends. After she opened the gifts and the guests went home, I walked to the living room.

She wondered aloud, “Where did Marie go?” I saved a mental picture of her excellent E-cup chest as she turned away. I knew very well her bra size was 40 E or ‘double-D’, because that was half the reason I began dating her. Most of the rest was her gorgeous face, which was slowly showing the signs of age. The last bit was the fact she smoked. I LOVE watching women suck on things, especially cigarettes.

A short time later, Cathie dragged her cute redheaded daughter by the hand and pushed her onto the sofa next to me. She shouted, “Marie was smoking cigarettes in the back yard again! I told you before! If you wanna smoke like a whore, you’re gonna suck and fuck like a whore! You turned fourteen last month, so you’re old enough. Throw out all your cigarettes and lighters, or take out his cock and suck it! Right now!”

I was utterly astounded!

Marie loudly asked, “WHAT?” Her budding breasts were small, but there. From glancing at her laundry I knew her bra size was just 32 A, but the idea of screwing a girl so small and young was kinky and extremely exciting. Cathie pulled her hair a little and demanded, “I know you smoke and you’re not a virgin anymore, miss innocent! You heard me! Get rid of the cigarettes, or make him cum!” She objected, “But Mom! You smoke, too!”

“I already suck and fuck like a whore, because I AM his whore! Tell her about our deal, Keith.” I was embarrassed to admit, “I buy groceries and pay all the bills, and your mother lets me in her mouth, pussy, and butt once a week each.” I paused and swallowed, then added, “More would be better, though.” Marie asked, “But why? I thought you two were in love?”

“Notice there’s a big difference between us? Our looks?”, her mother queried. “Well, you’re a woman and he’s a man.” I explained, “She means how attractive she is and I’m not.” Cathie added, “My first job was being Miss Iowa! Keith makes a lot of money, and he’s usually a nice guy, but he’s just fugly.”

Marie asked, “So, because you’re a nine and he’s only a six?” Cathie said, “He’s a four before coffee and a shower.” She made a gagging motion.

At the same time, I smiled and asked Marie, “You think I’m a six?”

Cathie held a hand over my mouth and expounded, “He wants sex every day, even two or three times a day, but I only feel like it once a week. He pays your grandmother’s mortgage, too, and she gives him a sexy night once a week.” Marie’s face twisted with revulsion. “But Granny’s SO OLD! Ancient!”

I bashfully explained, “Not THAT old, only forty-five. Like they say, a hot wet hole is a hot wet hole, and everybody looks the same in the dark.”

Cathie added, “We hate doing it, but your gran and I give him a threesome once a month so he pays our car payments, too.”

I corrected her, “YOU hate doing it. Your mom likes women, too.” I started to harden at the memory of my pole penetrating Heidi from behind, while she kissed Cathie’s cooch. Letting another female lick her was the only lesbian activity she was willing to tolerate.

Instead of disgusted, Marie was strangely curious. She mumbled, “Hmmmm ... you screw Granny, Mom?”

“We ah ... we don’t touch each other much, but we do it with him at the same time.”

Marie twirled some of her long red hair with a finger and mused aloud, “That could be...”

Her mother demanded, “If you want to smoke like a whore, you’re gonna do your part. You smoke like a whore, you suck and fuck him like a whore! Your gran and I will still do it when we’re in the mood, and you make him cum the rest of the time. Throw out all your lighters and cigarettes, or say you’ll be his whore.”

It was obvious Cathie was bluffing to make her daughter quit smoking.

“But ... but, Mom!” The beautiful fourteen-year-old redhead glared at her mother defiantly and thought a moment. Cathie said, “And if Keith gets more sex, he should let us smoke in the house, right?” I nodded. “Okay.”

Marie decided and declared, “Fine! I’ll be Keith’s whore if he buys me cigs and lets me smoke in the house. I’ll be his dirty, nasty, cock- and cigarette-sucking whore!” She unzipped my trousers and slid my boxers down. “And beer! I wanna drink on the weekends, too!”

Cathie surprised me even more, with, “Deal! You can drink all you want if his dick is in you.”

I stared in shock, as Marie leaned over and sucked my cockhead into her mouth. The warm wetness was wonderful! Before long, her teeth scraped along my shaft which was quite painful. I gently pushed her away and said, “Whoa, whoa! Don’t bite or scrape me with your teeth! That hurts!”

There was a naughty gleam in Cathie’s eye when she said, “She needs some sex education. Let’s go get some videos and a few dildos.”

Marie added, “And Camel menthols. I switched to those and I’m almost out. Some ashtrays for the house, too.”

Cathie shook her head. “Nope! Not Camels. He likes women smoking very long white ones, and he’s buying. Right, Keith?”

I could barely believe what was happening! I agreed, “Yeah. Long ones are sexier, more feminine. You should smoke menthol 120s, Mistys like your mom or the Virginia Slims your gran likes.”

Marie sighed and agreed, “Okay.”

I was a little disappointed when Cathie added, “And condoms. I gotta get her on birth control soon. Let’s get going.” She picked up her keys and purse. In the garage she told us, “He didn’t cum yet, so sit in the back seat with him. Since you suck at sucking, lick it and let him play with your boobs. And when he pops, you damn well better swallow! I don’t want cum all over the car!”

“But Mom! In public!”

“It’s dark out, so nobody will see you.”

“Fine!” She rebelliously lit her last Camel, blew smoke in her mother’s face, then climbed into the back seat.