Episode 145: FRISKY BEESWAX

Having slept her day away Dakota McKellen finally revived around 1:30 in the afternoon. Snug in her bed she lay there reflecting on everything she and her sister achieved while partying next door with Mace Belmont, including what they had talked about a couple hours prior. The slightest lift of her covers to peer beneath at her nudity she giggled, “Sable didn’t even notice. Mom neither! I’m still wearing Mace’s cum. I didn’t go swimming to wash off after he and I got frisky in his bedroom. Why didn’t I just let him take my virginity? God! I was so close, and he felt so good on top of me. I loved his big dick rubbing constantly over my clittycat. Daddy needs to do that to me more too.”

The image of him rolling his humongous dick through the tight folds of her labia and feeling the tip of it slip ever so lightly toward her vulva she lost control of her limbs kicking and squealing at her blanket. Off they went, fingers in use. “Mmmm! I wonder if he’s home. I’d rather he rubs me. I bet he would if I went over there and teased him again.” Convinced she was right she crawled from bed and took a shower to freshen up. Bad breath from Jack Daniel’s and tasting Mace’s dick during Truth or Dare she needed to brush to feel alive again. Stepping out of her ten-minute warm waterfall she dried off and did just that.

Air drying, she stepped back into her bedroom to see the gold sequin dress she wore lying on the blind side of her bed, the one borrowed from her mother without permission. Plucking it up from its hiding spot she knew she needed to hang it back up before her mom noticed it missing. She hadn’t been woken by her parents earlier, so she felt as if she had gotten away with murder. “I wonder if anyone is home now? Sable might still be sleeping after coming home from Trav’s silly pancake thing. What she told me earlier about Mister Black scares me. I think she’s falling in love with him. He could break her heart bigtime. Heck, he’s so huge he might break her period. I guess she’s no crazier than I am thinking about fucking daddy. I’ll be just as hurt if he never does. God, I want daddy so bad. Next week once I’m not a virgin I’m going to tease daddy so hard he can’t say no to me. I have to know what mom feels with him.” Speaking of mom!

“Mom was supposed to go shopping for our birthday gifts yet again. I swear she buys for herself more stuff than she does us. Cowboy outfit ... pfft!” She recalled Josie’s haul yesterday. “With everything she’s pulling behind daddy’s back she better come through for our birthday with some killer gifts. Keeping mom’s secrets like we’re doing deserves reward. We can’t crush daddy though by telling him about the Booker brothers. That and I don’t want daddy to know everything I’ve been doing either. Not with Mace or the Marietta-Deville boys. I want daddy to think I’m inexperienced. Heck even when I lose my virginity, I might fake it that I haven’t just to keep the lessons going. His game Frisque has to torment him using Sable and I as his toys for the incest stuff. He can’t know specifics about our knowing that even. The naiver he thinks we are the hotter things will be for me.” Devious wench!

Opening her bedroom door she listened for activity, not so much as a cricket. Her parents’ door ajar she shuffled over and lightly nudged it just in case her father was sleeping. She hoped he might be just to see his dick if he was sleeping nude. Not today! “He might be in his office I better tiptoe seeing as he’s right underneath me.” Hugging the walls to avoid creaking she hung her borrowed dress up and hurried back out of the room closing the door to the point she found it. After running around naked with her sister yesterday she shrugged and just went on downstairs.

Walking past her father’s office she jumped in front of the opened door and yelled, “Taa Daaa!” Frowning at finding it empty of life she rolled her eyes. “Daddy must have gone out. Maybe he went shopping with mom.” A moment to ponder that she laughed, “Yeah, right! Mom’s probably with Coach Crandell.” Disappointment led to her grabbing a cold drink of milk and a cherry pop tart, a stale one at that. “Go grocery shopping already.” She spat out the dough and tried to wash it down but even the milk was getting tainted. “Bleeeech!” Mouthwash in the main level powder room to the rescue.

Giving up on any form of breakfast, lunch, brunch, she strolled about. Lifting up over the kitchen sink to peer out at their backyard she could see the Herbert house. In the narrow stretch of yard between Kelly’s home and the Hardecker house she spotted Dominic Black’s humongous Dodge Ram, so she knew the giant was still there after he charged in like a bull to get his bottle of Jack and haul a drunk Travis Herbert home. Just thinking of that huge fucker made her get the chills. Unlike her sister Sable she was not fond of the hillbilly from Hell. “All yours Sissy. I’ll take Daddy anytime.” Just admitting that she got wet.

“Mace!” She nearly forgot him. Hurrying through the house to their living room she parted a curtain to see his own big truck outside in Piper’s driveway. “He is home. I better go get dressed before he decides to leave for any reason. I want more play time, at least until daddy comes home. I’d rather tease him.” A bolt upstairs she finds her bikini bottoms and puts those on. White and tight she looked in her mirror to conform them to her pussy so that her pubes might be shown over the top. A pale-yellow t-shirt that complimented her tummy gave her lower abdomen plenty of room to shine. Not a crop top but just down to her belly button. “So sexy!” A chance check on Sable she discovered her sister missing again. “She must have gone back to Trav’s.” Yep! Mister Black was still there. “Yay! I’m on my own.” Quality time with Mace was required.

Hurrying back downstairs she put on flip flops and raced out the door. Outside trimming their street hedges their next-door neighbor Darren Pope heard the door and looked her way. Waving at her he groaned that he wished he were thirty years younger. That kid’s body was bringing on his third childhood. He truly loved living next door to Henry and Josie, Henry always had the hot young girlies. Lucky fucker! After being treated to Josie and Piper in their cut off shorts he was still fantasizing, just trying to keep busy so his wife Lindsey didn’t call him lazy.

Dakota waving back giggled and feigned dropping something in the grass and bent over touching her toes. Not only did her bikini bottoms sink between her ass cheeks but her t-shirt fanned low, and Darren could see her under boobs. He nearly trimmed the hedge too low. Off she went wiggling like a porn star. Teasing was so much fun.

“Good God almighty!” Darren felt guilty in the moment, looking back at his wife Lindsey sitting on the front steps watching her man dealing with the trim, at least she was busy swatting gnats away with an ornate hand fan. Two versions of said trim but she was clueless as to the term. Lindsey at least appeared too distracted to note Dakota’s intentional mischief. Yes, there was a God alrighty!

Reaching Piper’s front door Dakota started to knock when it dawned on her something of great value. “Piper told us to just come on in. So, if the door is unlocked, I’m taking her up on that.” Of course, it was! Mace was up and watching his early morning porno. He just couldn’t get enough of Francesca the cable girl’s porn star twin. With Rotten out back secluded to the pool Dakota found it easy to sneak in. Quiet as a mouse she snuck inside and closed the door. Giddy at not having to ring a doorbell she tiptoed to the living room archway and peeked around the corner. “Oh, my gosh! He’s watching the porno we looked at last night. He must really like this one.” Ohhhh, yeaaaaaah! After fucking Tawny Martin side-by-side with his aunt and Jesse Manley he couldn’t stop thinking of Piper. Twisted, they family it was just too hard to avoid. Piper was perfection in every lay ... way.

With no dog to offer any warning, Rotten snoozing outdoors in the sunlight she crept up behind the sofa and leered over his head to watch him devastate his nine-point five-inch monster. Eyes bulging at how hard he managed to keep something so large, she simply could not interrupt him. She wanted to watch him from beginning to end. While hearing him mumble she had to listen closely.

“God, I miss her.” Dakota smiled brightly. Surely, he had to be talking about her. In truth he meant the cable girl Franky, but sure! Piper as well but he tried to focus more on the Chica. “I need to fuck that slut here soon.”

“I’m a slut?” She winced then grew bubbly, “I guess I am, even though I still have my virginity. Not for much longer though.” She sucked on her fingernail admiring the girth of his boa, the head nearly as big as her clenched fist. Comparing it behind his back she actually recalled sucking him off, sadly her sister Sable getting more benefit out of it than she. Still, she took her doubled fist to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it just to fantasize of their Truth or Dare insanity. Right hand free, she slid her fingers delicately down beneath her bikini bottoms and across her silky pubic tower. The second she tickled her clit she teetered up and down on her toes nervously. The shine of his thick purple crown mesmerizing she hit home; her vulva soaked she tempted fate digging as deep as her virginity allowed without destruction. It felt so good to touch herself. His moans only adding fuel to her own lust. It was difficult not to join him in moaning, but she wanted him to finish before revealing herself.

“I should take her ass next time. Shove my big ole’ cock right up her. Franky goes to Hollywood!” He groaned getting very close to detonation. Calling out Franky as in Francesca, Dakota presumed Franky was the adorable nickname for his penis.

“Whoa!” Dakota paused lowering her damp fist, “No way are you going near that hole Franky. Maybe next year if you’re still here.” The thought made her bite her lower lip and envision it. “I guess I just can’t imagine that. I’d need someone I totally trust to go back there. Someone like daddy.” There it was her brain crush was back on her father. Smiling at the idea she rubbed her cunt that much harder. A weird thought crossed her mind of she stretched out in Mace’s bed like last night, Mace to her left, Angus Furlong to her right, and Daddy looming over her grazing his dick along her labia like Mace had. “Where did come from? I haven’t even lost my virginity and I’m thinking of a threesome ... wait, that would be a foursome. Oh, gosh!” The image became so vivid she ran her free hand up under her t-shirt and palmed a breast. Between the two sensations and hearing Mace Belmont moan she was getting overheated.

“Next time I take her back to bed I’m fucking the shit out of her for hours on end.” He rallied a loud snarl and beat his beast so hard she could see him straining. Her expression feeding upon his emotions Dakota panted in short huffs of ecstasy. She was going to cum right along with Mace. There was no stopping now for either of them. Upon his final pumps his dick shot a missile up into the air so high she dropped her jaw. Three more shots half as high all falling down over his abdomen, she lost her composure. Her loud squeal sent Mace into a panic. Jumping up he sat forward and turned to see Dakota masturbating behind the couch back. Technically presuming, he could really only see her face and her hand under her shirt. “WHAT THE FUCK? DAKOTA?” He truly hoped it wasn’t Sable. His guilt concerning her was eating him up, due to his friendship with Travis Herbert.

“Hiiii!” She gnashed her teeth, “That was so amazing! You shot higher than you did last night. Way higher!”

“What are you doing sneaking in on a guy? You scared the life out of me.”

“I was bored at home by myself. Angus isn’t texting me after the football game incident. I think he’s...”

“He did hurt his shoulder during the game.” Her mother said the same earlier. Mace pulled his sweats up from his ankles to cover his drooling pecker. “Were you just masturbating with me?”

“Uh huh!” She nodded with an extremely erotic tone to her voice. “We should do it again.”

“Yeah, about that!” He sighed then inflated his cheeks. “I don’t think we should do anything more until after you ... lose your virginity to Angus. I feel like a total douche for going so far with you last night.” He tried to put his hands in nonexistent back pockets and felt stupid, moving them to his hips in a Superman pose. “Even worse, what I let myself do with Sable. Trav doesn’t deserve my betrayal, or hers. She needs to not tell him or it’s going to kill our friendships.”

“That’s on her. You know you liked what we did together.” She licked her fingertips of her wetness and jumped up rolling over the back of the couch to lay on the cushion facing him, legs wide, bikini bottoms awry, he could see her trickling twat. “Take those pants off.”

“Dakota, stop!” Her right foot reaching upward tapped his spiked erection wagging it.

“I don’t want to. Take them off Mister Mace.” Her baby like tone made him tense up. “You need to rub Franky there on my kitty again.”

“Shit! She heard me talk about Francesca.” He flared his eyes watching her untie her bikini bottoms and tug them sensually up between her thighs until no longer a concern. Off to the cushion next to her.

“Put the tip right here.” She now used both hands to lift her hood to expose her clit better. “It’s really sensitive here.”

“Well, yeah!” He frowned, “Most sensitive spot on a girl. I ... will you stop kicking my dick.”

“I’ll stop kicking if you start licking.”

“What?”

“Eat me! You did that last night. I want more experience Mace. You said you would teach me. I want to know I’m good at what I do. If you eat me, you can tell me if I’m moaning good enough. I need to know how to react in a way that drives a boy crazy.” Same tactics as she used on her father. Henry would never know she let Mace do this. Deny! Deny! De--lie!

“Dakota, I can’t.” This led her to lift her shirt and flash him her perfect 34B’s. “Fuck me!” Piper was still rubbing off on him, her stress relief comment overly used amongst his family.

“Is that what you want?” She shared her sparkling gaze sheepishly. Tempted to let him fuck her she finally caved to her own set of ethics. “After Angus, I’ll do it with you. I made a promise to him first, so I want to keep it. Once that’s over, I’m coming for you Mister.” Again, she taps her toes on his erection. He simply stared at her beguiling allure. Fuck she was beautiful! “Ooo! What’s this?” She sat up viewing the porno on Piper’s 80-inch TV, the actor’s life like in size. “What is that guy putting on her?”

Turning in step Mace watched his Francesca lookalike being seduced with candle wax. The actor standing on his knees over her dripping hot paraffin as the actress cooed. “That’s hot candle wax.”

“Ouchy! That must hurt.”

“Not too bad. You just have to use the right kind of wax. Too hot then yeah it might scar your skin.”

“That’s scary. I like my skin the way it is.”

“So do I.” He sighed sitting down next to her. “Aunt Piper has a whole candle kit in her closet. It’s the kind of wax that doesn’t burn as hot so it’s better on the flesh.”

“Really? You’ve used it?”

“No! I mean I’ve read up on it. Seen it in the porn here. I just know Aunt Piper would never use anything that might ruin her looks. I googled the brand, and it says it’s not harmful at certain temperatures.”

“Go get it. I’ll meet you in your bed.”

“Wait! What?” Before he could react, she stood up and took her t-shirt off. Spanking her bottom with both palms she giggled and skipped across the room. Up the stairs she went. Hearing her dive on to his bed through Piper’s bedroom ceiling he shook his head.

“I’m so fucking stupid.”

One block over the Herbert household...

“Why are you always wanting to hang around that asshole?”

“I guess I like assholes.” Sable McKellen razzed her boyfriend, Travis. “You should try being nice to Mister Black, maybe he might be nice back.”

“No fucking way!”

“Are you afraid that he’s taking your mom away from you?”

“Calling me a momma’s boy?” Travis paused his video game that they were playing in his bedroom. He was playing that is, she simply lay on her belly watching him. She was getting bored fast, she wanted to be outside with Dominic and Kelly. Ditching Travis though might make him mad at her. Bad enough she let Dominic carry him home drunk last night which really pissed the boy off. He got over it faster than expected because he knew she couldn’t have stopped him, still wrong, totally violated. Either he woke up in his cozy bed or on the pool’s concrete, it wouldn’t have mattered, anything Dom did good or bad was hated. It just felt wrong Dominic doing that to him. Dom was not his father, acting like one pissed him off to no end. That called for retaliation, stumbling back over Piper’s fence and ending up on her sofa. At least Mace understood babysitting him as he hurled multiple times before passing out.

“If her lace underwear fits.” She tickled him from the side trying to calm his attitude. “Breakfast was fun. Dom seemed relaxed at least. You even joked with him. Did you even notice your mom smiling for once?”

“Come on she never wears...” He grits his teeth. TMI! Which meant he liked to check out his own mom. Bad move Pervert! “I’m not a momma’s boy. Breakfast was one time. I only cracked jokes to make you laugh, not him. Mom just misunderstood it as my trying to get along with Jerkules.” Sable grinned at the nickname, especially after watching Dominic jerk off through the shower door earlier. It was amusing that Travis had no clue what she had done in front of Dom. That turned her on to no end.

“I’m a daddy’s girl. There’s nothing to be ashamed of being close to a parent.” Dakota was more daddy’s girl than she was, the fondness was definitely there, much more than for her mother Josie. Having gone home for a short period to talk to her Sissy about everything Sable had worn his t-shirt home. Rather than changing back into her earlier clothing she left them there. A short nap at home to give everyone space in this crazy house she had decided to return as promised. For once she paraded across their backyards rather than go around the block. With no Knox Hardecker harassing her thanks to Svetlana Goboldsky it was a fast retreat. An hour later she came back for more of Trav and Mister Black, mostly Dom. Up here in Trav’s bedroom stemmed from what she heard Dominic say on the balcony last night about helping Trav become a man. After some soul searching over zzzz’s, she wanted to try at least. Power naps invigorated her ethics. She still wanted to be around Dom though. Hiding up here at least didn’t give Kelly any bad vibes. For now!