Episode 135: GINGER BrEaD

Tawny Martin just could not go to sleep. After teasing Sable McKellen into letting her give the girl her first real taste of bisexuality her heart rate was still pumping hard. Alcohol always did make her incredibly horny. While some of those effects were waning, she still felt giddy and sorely tempted to just take Sable a second round, but she was passed out now. Sable really did need to sleep off the shots of JD she and her sister Dakota drank next door with Mace Belmont and lightweight Travis Herbert. The twins were not used to booze either so while yes, they were categorized as lightweights too it did get them frisky. With Travis passed out even Sable went a little further than Tawny ever envisioned her. The twins were soooo ready to lose their virginity but seemed dedicated to prolonging their lust until their birthday. Seven days away was not that far.

Sighing, Tawny couldn’t take laying there any longer. She knew their parents were out for the night and decided to risk playing a mouse in the house. Easing from bed in her borrowed Hello Kitty t-shirt the busty redhead tiptoed out into the hallway and checked on Dakota. Door ajar she simply peeked in and heard her snoring. Dakota had drunk a few more shots with Mace Belmont before going up to his bedroom so she was out cold and drooling on her pillow. Shocked to learn Dakota slept in the nude Tawny smirked and recalled their truth or dare game where Mace had the twins lick each other’s clit, yeah, no that was made up. Kissed yes! Tawny liked to fantasize.

While not going much further Tawny had it in her to sample the twins a bit more. With Dakota’s nightlight offering just enough illumination to see by, Tawny carefully guided the girl’s legs wide enough to give her a path to succulence. Crawling in between her thighs Tawny wagged her tongue over Dakota’s labia a few times to gauge her intoxicated response. All she got was a whimper and a “Hi daddy.”

Pausing to wonder if she heard correctly a second lick brought on, “Ohhh Angus ... wait for me!” Much better considering, Tawny knew how good Angus Furlong was in bed, so understood the girl’s affection for him. Unexpectedly rolling over Dakota nearly pinning Tawny under her leg, which made the redhead almost laugh. Not wanting to wake Dakota she simply gave up on her mischief. A front door downstairs opening added to her quiet retreat. Hearing keys dropping on tile by the entryway she heard footsteps coming upstairs. Panic mode led Tawny to hide behind Dakota’s bed but in sight of the ajar door. Seeing that it was their father Henry as he opened Dakota’s door to look in on her, Tawny held her breath. Her guess was that he was checking to see if his daughters had met their curfew.

His stammer led her to believe he too had been drinking. Oh, had he been! Henry McKellen and Dominic Black were toasting to trading places all night long with the beautiful slave Kelly Herbert and Dom’s sister Serafina Black. Beers right and left the men were pretty intoxicated. Now that his fun was over, he had driven around the housing division like an actor out of the Driving Dead. He seemed pretty sober when he left Kelly’s but in just that short drive, he fell prey to the booze in his system. While aware of his neighborhood enough to know which house was his he made it in safe and sound.

Henry seemed confused in staring at Dakota nude on her bed, almost as if resisting temptation. His hand on his tented jeans spoke volume to Tawny but she hid out enjoying his physique for herself. Having only met him once the other night, Tawny knew their dad was built sturdy, if not overly muscular like others she knew. She also remembered how he looked at her when she came over to fetch Sable for cheerleading practice at Piper Cherry’s next door. Tawny knew she was hot, his eyes agreed.

With a sigh Henry teetered and stepped out of the bedroom and similarly checked on Sable who was also out cold. He was proud of his girls. With both sleeping soundly he hobbled to his bedroom and turned the light on but left his door wide open. Disrobing in sight of Tawny as she relocated to hiding in the shadows quietly peeping, she caught her first glimpse of. “Oh my God! He’s as hung as Mace.” It was a toss-up. Mesmerized she found him uncertain as to what he wanted. Prowling naked he made it downstairs and out of her range of sight.

Having watched his tight ass going down the steps and out of her sightline Tawny fidgeted. She heard the TV turn on and the sounds of clinking glasses. It was easy to know he was pouring another drink. The sound of a leather sofa being sat on with a farting noise she knew pretty much his every move. Mumbling incoherently, she also knew he was drunk as a skunk. Smirking, Tawny crept down the steps as quiet as she could so as not to arouse his suspicions. There was no chance of that, he had drunk far too heavily and was only adding more to the tank.

From her upraised height due to the staircase, she could see him stroking his cock. Presuming he might be too drunk to get it up she was proven wrong. He was having a good time and tipping his glass of Johnny Walker Red. Mischief in her soul Tawny Martin dared to head downstairs all the way and move behind the sofa. At first kneeling low she found her curiosity too strong and stood straight up and leered over his shoulders to watch him jerking off. “Fuck that cock is huge. Poor guy looks like he’s struggling though.” He was doing just fine keeping it up even after hours with Sera and Kelly. Henry McKellen always did recoup his energy fast.

“I’d help you Big Guy ... but I don’t want to cause problems if Mrs. M comes home, or if the twins wake up looking for me.” She bit her fingernail wishing to a degree that her boyfriend Jesse Manley had come back for her rather than she deciding to stay here. While it was fun playing with Sable, and hanging hard with Mace Belmont, especially Mace. Seeing his big cock was not helping her hormones here and now.

She could always go back over but that might be ugly now that Travis Herbert had climbed back over the pool fence to get back to Sable. Finding her gone home he sat with Mace until he began puking all over himself and Mace had to babysit him in the powder room. The right choice made, here she was. Probably a good thing considering her man was busy with Piper Cherry after secretly bailing everyone out of jail for his dad. Piper being sober now wanted to thank Jesse properly. Not knowing was better for both of them.

“That’s one shiny head Mr. McKellen.” She mused daring to lay her chin over folded arms lightly on the couch back to watch him. Behind her the Hello Kitty shirt hid nothing, her bare ass vividly hanging out as she perched herself. Eying his bottle of Johnny Walker on the coffee table she wished she could have some. The question remained, was it the alcohol she wanted some of, or that magnificent cock? Possibly both!

Hearing him sigh abruptly and remove his hand from his rock-hard ranger he simply sipped his drink and watched the TV. Flipping channels, he lured the station into the adult section and chose a porn called Red Riding Hood. She nearly laughed at his selection, Tawny being a redhead with fiery silk gently past her shoulders. It was nice to know he liked a redhead. As the film began, she found it similar to her current situation. A lonely man watching TV when his stepdaughter a smoking hot ginger stepped in wearing slutty attire. We’ve all seen the show in some form or another, so it obviously led to her teasing her stepdad. What was interesting was Henry’s reaction, returning to his worthy cock and toasting the screen. “Here’s to you Joanie Walker Red.” His speech slurred she had to hold her mouth to avoid giggling. “I’d fuck ya!”

“Oh, really?” Tawny whispered boldly just to see if he might hear her. She could easily hide if he looked up. He was too snockered to hear anything, bad enough the TV was on low volume to avoid waking his kids. Still, he found it in him to wrestle with his erection.

“Too bad you’re not here Red Riding Hood, I’d be your Stepdaddy.” Hearing his admission, she bit her lower lip and found another round of boldness and reached over him to toy with his hair. He did respond to that by peering upward over his brow as he buried his scalp into the couch back. “That you Punky? Shyster?” Letting him see her face Tawny shook her head no. He winced with blurry vision. “I know you. Red Riding Hood!”

“Hi Stepdaddy!” She giggled. “You look like you need some help.”

“Do I?” He hissed almost out of it. Fumbling his glass, she knew he was going to spill it so jumped on the sofa back to stretch and claim the tumbler before he lost it. Giving it up she drank the rest like a pro. “That was mine.” He pouted with a manly scowl.

“I’ll pour you another.” With him aware of her now, she simply shuffled around the couch and plucked up the bottle filling his glass but drinking more of it before sitting down next to him, hip on hip. “Here you go.” He took the tumbler and tilted it back. While he did, she just went for his cock and began a hand job. “We don’t want you to lose this do we Stepdaddy?”

“No, we don’t!” He huffed watching her hand move up and down his length. “Do you live here?”

“Nope! I’m Tawny. The girls let me stay the night.”

“Cheerleader!”

“Gooo team McKellen!” She giggled. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Why would I want that?” He creased his brow then pointed at the TV, “You’re better than that Ginger.”

“Way hotter!” She took his glass for another sip. It was equally as hot going down.

“I believe you’re right! You gonna suck that?” He huffed his breath at her.

“I can. How badly do you want that?” She pinched his crown playfully, her eyes exploring his. In the breath it took to ask, Henry leaned over and kissed her. She embraced his attention without a worry in the world. Who knew Mrs. McKellen’s husband was such a good kisser? Steamy in seconds he pulled her over on top of him and palmed the back of her head to feed on her lips. Cooing at his takeover she tugged at her t-shirt to ride higher so that she could feel his cock rubbing along her vagina. A feverish gyration led to his monster being warmed up by her divided labia, his crown tickling her clit with every crossed path. He was feeling it as much as she was.

His free hand slipped up under her t-shirt and rubbed her back tenderly, then relocating to her heart shaped ass, a single finger probing her anal cavity. She tensed up and stormed his mouth with a hyperactive tongue. Wanting to ride that bad boy cock she rose higher and tried to locate his crown with only her pussy, no hands to assist entry. Mumbling he broke their kiss and spoke. “Not yet Hoodie!” Showing just how strong he was he gripped her limbs and whipped her 110-pound frame around into an aerial 69 as if she were a ragdoll. With her knees on his shoulders, he ate her out upside down, his anal knuckle back in action to accompany his feast.

“Oh, fuck!” She squealed lightly then eyeballed his penis right in front of her face. Mouth wide she went for it, four inches at first, then drawing back to wag her tongue. Moistening his cock with her saliva she devoured six inches of his near nine-inch serpent, his girth so thick her jaw could hardly wrap around it. Once adapting it was full steam ahead! No tonsils, no problem! The kid choked hard, but she took in all fucking nine inches, just as she had envisioned doing to Mace Belmont hours earlier, her initial thoughts on teaching the twins how to suck cock. She could brag about her talents, but it was well known from getting around Horton-Dexter. Hell, around multiple schools. It really should have happened.

Squirting all over Henry’s face was met with a vibrant eagerness to drink her up as if his Johnny Walker Red. After feeling Sable’s tongue inside her earlier, and her own sampling on the slumbering Dakota, Tawny felt like an overachiever making her rounds with the entire McKellen clan. She was used to that. Tawny Martin thrived on conquering family members when she could. Like the entire cheerleading squad, she was Queen slut. Well, one of many Queens in the Royal Family. Now that Piper Cherry was crowned Goddess Slut the squad had mad respect and wanted to keep up.

Inhaling his scrotum as she maintained his nearly nine inches, a solid guess without measuring it, she used her hands to cup and restrain those balls to make for a sweet pillow for her nostrils. She was gripping them hard, expecting him to explode soon enough. She wanted to be the one to tell her squad that she had him where she wanted him. Of course, she would rethink that notion after the morning was over because of not wanting to hurt Sable and Dakota. For Josie his wife for that matter, but with her reputation she was less stressed over Cozy Josie.

While the battle ensued Tawny heard keys jingling outside and the front door opening up. It was 5:45 in the morning now so Josie coming home was no shocker. Honestly, Tawny didn’t expect her until noon. Not wavering for even a second Tawny tried even harder to make him cum down her throat, upriver that is, she upside down.