Chapter 6

I was in such a hurry to get started I didn’t even watch Leslie or Priscilla undress. As I was removing my socks, the only things I still wore, their mother Claudette put a pack of condoms on the corner of the bed. She pointed to the nightstand and said, “Lube is in the top drawer. Since Priscilla doesn’t like you much, her pussy will need some.”

I took out the bottle and opened the top as Priscilla climbed on the bed and knelt in front of me. I loved seeing her firm rounded butt cheeks, anus, and part of her pussy, all within arm’s reach. Claudette instructed, “Good, Priscilla. Now rest your forearms on the bed and stick your butt in the air to make it easy for him. Give her slit some lube, Karl.”

I poured a little into my palm and reached my other hand between her thighs. I said, “She’s already wet. There’s juice dripping from her pubic hair!”

It didn’t seem to make sense when Priscilla complained, “Mom, I really don’t want to.”

The rest of us simultaneously asked, “What?”

Her mother elaborated, “He has a nice face and body, like his father, right?”

“Well, yeah, but...”

“Then what’s wrong?”

Priscilla’s facial expression puzzled me. She seemed to be horny but disgusted at the same time. She explained, “It’s Karl’s ATTITUDE! I want a strong and powerful man that gets what he wants. He’s good looking, but he acts like a pitiful wimp! He begs, and pleads, and complains all the time!”

I was quite confused and asked, “So, you want me, but only if I rape you?”