Episode 13: No Contest

It had been an excruciating three days since Heidi Baker had invited her play toy from the mall home with her. Videos and phone sex every day since kept them entertained. Today however was the day. The stress was heavy on her guest not knowing what he was getting into in meeting Heidi’s dad. Well, roleplay dad! He shouldn’t be too worried knowing what his own father was like. Deep down the young man with the pink mohawk was suffering more over the reverse end of it, the inevitable day when luscious Heidi met his crazy ass parents. Now that was giving him an ulcer. There was nothing normal about them. Tough life!

“Are you sure your dad is cool with my coming home with you?”

Weaver Kytes followed four steps behind Heidi Baker after leaving his band van out in the parking lot of her apartment building. Having given her a ride home from work he appeared edgy about meeting her dad again, especially after him dating his old classmate, Cleo Teleki. Not really her dad, Heidi found it amusing to see the mohawk styled punk rocker sweat over the inevitable reunion. By referring to Zach as her dad it not only protected her new home but gave her a sense of security considering she barely knew this young man that she was growing fond of.

Working at the mall together at different outlets while still seeing each other in passing over the last week, she enjoyed teasing him. Going so far as to give him a shocking BJ in the dressing room of her employer’s store. That same day she fucked three men on video just for Weaver. That was not planned, it just happened when she was looking for punk clothing fashion in the store he worked at. Meant as a surprise, it became a much more vivid gift. He was hooked from that point on. What man wouldn’t be? Heidi Baker could easily be the twin of actress Dove Cameron, with possibly a tad more weight in all of the alluring places. Strangely enough the real Dove was from Seattle as well. Small world!

“Relax Blomeo, my dad has a girlfriend over. He’s probably too busy tapping her gorgeous ass to even notice us.” He presumed it might be Cleopatra Teleki herself. Great!

“Blomeo?”

“I blew Romeo ... so, Blomeo.” She giggled going up the single flight staircase, lifting her short skirt over her ass cheeks just to taunt him. Wearing a red G-string that was lacy let him see her clam’s thin moist crease. His dick was having fits. Smirking at her mischief he sped up the stairs behind her just to grab that ass. Squeals of laughter led them into a joint dash for her apartment door. Stopping before entering, Weaver made his move and pressed his body into hers against the wall to the left of the door. His hands on the wall to each side of her he went in for a smoldering kiss. She enjoyed the moment until they heard shrill moans on the other side of the door. Pausing their inhaling lips, they listened to a startling admission of, “EAT THAT PUSSY ZACH. OH, MY GOD!” That sexy voice was definitely not Cleopatra’s voice. Weaver inquisitively puckered his lips, touching Heidi’s without the kiss itself as he listened more closely. Her dad sure got around.

This led Heidi and Weaver to snicker and continue kissing. Five long minutes the two shared tongues, Weaver daring to squeeze Heidi’s breasts for a soft lingering adventure. Lost in their romantic interlude they tuned out everything, including Zach and Khloe Vaughn’s sexual antics. Far worse, neither teen had heard movement in the hallway behind them.

“Get a broom closet.” A female voice chuckled.

Shocked by the unexpected arrival Heidi peered around Weaver to discover new tenant Petra Monahan standing directly behind Weaver winking at her. The busty redhead was in the process of moving into sneezy Herman’s extra room, one that could have been Heidi’s if not mistaking the apartment numbers when answering the roommate ad. Her long silky red mane pinned back into a ponytail offered a stimulating look at her neckline and cleavage, wearing a black camisole helped. Tight grey booty shorts sharing a hint of curvaceous butt cheek led the way down her long creamy white legs. Bangle jewelry accenting her beauty.

“Petra? Hi.” Heidi feigned a blush toward Weaver, “Moving day? I totally forgot. Need any help?”

“I pretty much have everything. Besides, you two adorable lovebirds don’t need to cool down over me.” She fanned her features mouthing, “So cute.” and pointing at Weaver as he nuzzled Heidi’s throat. Just as they agreed sheepishly on a mental level, Khloe on the other side of the door cried out a deafening orgasm. Petra flared her eyes with an impressed grin. “Wow! Someone is having a good day.”

“My dad’s plaything. I’m afraid to open the door.” Heidi brightened her own eyes then jingled her apartment key in front of them. “NOT!” Turning swiftly from Weaver’s possession she unlocked the door and barged right in. Both Weaver and Petra had zero chances to turn away from viewing Zach Pedigo stretching at full height after a lengthy feast of Khloe’s cunt. Standing tall with a mighty erection posed directly at them Zach Pedigo smirked as Heidi marched right on in to drop down next to Khloe on the couch. Hugging the nurse who was still quaking, and breathless Khloe bulged her eyes at being busted. Especially at Weaver’s roving gaze. He found her just a hot as Heidi in every way, his erection tilting even higher beneath loose cargo shorts. Even Petra feigned a blush at Weaver’s pup tent, mainly because Heidi pointed at it with a devilish pinky. Petra was amused but more into that beasty boy her so called dad was boasting. Huge!

“Oh, crap.” Khloe tried to cover herself with her arms as Weaver stared her down. Just as swiftly she knew that was a mistake, even without Zach pointing at her to stop hiding. Petra just outside got a really good look at Zach’s muscular physique and large dick swooning even as she held her box of personal items. Awestruck but puckering her approval she merely made the gesture with her fingers designed to be a phone to her ear, and mouthed, “Call me.”

Zach wiped his chin and wiggled his eyebrows. Using fingers on both hands without dropping her box Petra measured his dick before his eyes and smiled. Sure enough she mouthed, “I want that.” Shameless to say the least.

“I’m thinking we need a Do Not Disturb sign for the door.” Zach laughed and moved around a nervous Weaver to greet Petra with a wink. Eying her box he looked into it to discover more than he bargained for. More than she realized until looking herself at her sex toys within. Four different size dildos and a magic wand lay within along with lube and Nuru oils. Nodding with a puffed lower lip Zach winked again just before closing the door. Petra Monahan found herself unable to catch her own breath. On the opposite side of the door Zach nodded in thought over what he had just seen. “Toy box full of boyfriends. I’m surrounded by Scarlett Johansson and Billy Idol.” It was a pretty funny assessment.

“Dear Lord! That man is Greek statuesque.” Coming from a model that was a definite compliment. She went about her business but with each of three trips through the hallway she stopped to listen. Petra was going to have Zach on her mind all night long. Not even sneezy Herman was going to sway her hormones by his lackluster presence. Herman was no Zach the Adonis by any means.

“How you been Spike?” Zach reintroduced himself to Weaver who attempted his best stiff upper lip to mimic Billy Idol. An awkward handshake shared, due to dirty hands that were still wet from fingering Khloe made Heidi giggle. Khloe merely trembled, curled up in a ball with nowhere to run. Heidi rubbing her thigh did not help. In a final exhale Khloe Vaughn relaxed her body and let Weaver see everything as Zach eyed her with his approval. She was getting the right idea.

“Dad? Future stepmom?” She laughed then turned to Khloe, “Just kidding. Khloe? This handsome stud is Weaver. We’re going to my room to study. Emphasis on Stud.”

“But I’m hitting the Y.” Weaver laughed at his own additional jest to no shared chuckles. Obviously only he got it.

“You don’t go to college. I sure as hell know I can’t afford to pay tuition.” Zach chuckled standing proud of his erection still holding up.

“Anatomy lesson! He’s going to show me his pelvis and direct me to where mine is.” Heidi jumped to her feet and moved to Zach patting his abs. “Continue firing Soldier. Have fun Khloe.” With a giddy wave she snatched up Weaver’s hand and hauled him behind her to her bedroom. Just before she shut the door Zach called out.

“Wear a condom. I’m not ready to be a grandpa.”

“Take your own advice Pop. I’m not ready for a baby brother.” He hadn’t admitted to Heidi that he had already had a vasectomy, he and his ex-wife Yushea never having wanted children. Only his boss’s daughter knew that out of all of his girls. The subject would come up again at a more opportune time.

Just as Heidi made her comment Weaver slipped around her and marched back out to face Zach. Digging into the storage pocket of his cargo pants he produced a string of attached unwrapped condoms. Tearing off two he handed them to a dumbfounded Zach.

“I might need the rest.” With a pucker of respect Zach looked back at Heidi standing in her doorway shaking her head.

“He might be a keeper.” Zach chuckled at Heidi. She merely rolled her eyes and took the remainder of Weaver’s condoms from her punk rocker, tossing them over her shoulder into the hallway before pushing the boy inside her bedroom. Heidi was not fond of latex it seemed. Of course not, Miss Cum Fetish herself demanded a creamy assault.

Door slammed, Zach looked down at his dick, then over at Khloe. She pointed at him with a threatening look. “What?”

“Don’t you dare cover that thing up, only if it’s with my pussy.” She realized her assertive nature and gnashed her teeth with a forgive me expression. “Please?”

“I love it when you talk dirty. Silk sheaths!” His smirk relaxed her mistake.

Knowing he was open to her outspoken aggression she added, “Get over here and fuck me.”

“Always the plan.” Zach bent over snatching up Khloe’s ankles and drug her body to the edge of the cushion then forced her legs back toward her. Grabbing her own ankles allowed him to claim both sets of limbs at the knees. Guiding his thick crown up to her cunt he lined up and pushed forward but halted his plunge to sneer at her. Wincing at her worried gaze he informed her with a nod down at his cock. “Don’t get lippy. That’s his job.”

Khloe Vaughn pouted and mouthed, “Forgive me.” He did. An instantaneous gasp let him know he was on the right track. Her eyes yearned for him so quickly that he paused to study them. “I think the bossy nurse likes the feel of that.” Nodding without words she merely whimpered. The deeper he indulged her mind reeled at Zach’s girthy pop can diameter stretching her tight pussy to near its limits.

“So big.” She muttered, her eyes rolling back.

“Hardy too much for you, Nurse Vaughn?”

“NEVER! Destroy me Cowboy ... I mean Sir.”

“Oh, prepare to peel the paint off the walls and shatter some glass. Let’s show the kids how it’s done.”

“Zach? I’m just over Heidi’s age.”

“Then, I guess I show you how it’s done too.”

Hard thrusts devastate her G-spot, creating loud yelps that escalate with each thunderous rapid-fire strike. Khloe while watching every entry his dick made assisted in her sensations, the pure joy of seeing herself fucked sparked admiration. Even her weeping excess upon his retreating beast whet her appetite. What was this older man doing to her mind? She was feeling emotion all too quickly. Heart racing, she expressed a deep desire to be his. Not even having a first date she fell for him, having known him only through their gym membership. Maybe the other day at Iron Jack’s Gym, when he dominated her into showing off for a large number of bodybuilder types was his idea of a first date. If so, she was good with that. She had admired him for months and now she had him. Rather, he had her it seemed. Fear crept up suddenly, recalling him tell her he wasn’t wanting a relationship. Could she maintain that request, or would her heart get stomped on by her own overzealous desires? Did it truly matter? For now? No.

“FUCK ME ZACH. OH, MY GOD! YESSSSSS!”

Inside Heidi’s room she and Weaver cuddled. Having let him remove her dress, she his shirt, they explored one another with a tender symphony of goosebumps, and trembling nerves. Listening to Khloe’s SymphONIC cries Heidi shivered and held her breath, pausing to allow Weaver to devote his kisses to her neck. It was difficult focusing. Her body craved stimulation and Weaver was off to a good start. His fingers slipping ever so slowly beneath her red G-string drew her attention back toward her punk rocker with a warm exhale across her shoulder, reacting to his violation.

Fingers delicately drift over her clit for a tempting rub, the intimate sensations arching her spine. More cries of glory out of Khloe unsettled Heidi, envisioning Zach destroying the nurse maid. It should be her. Wait! What? She shook her head just a bit to clear her thoughts. Huffing to herself, “What the hell Heidi? Stop that!” Weaver had no clue that she was thinking of Zach instead of him. Lingering a bit longer Heidi rolled over forcing Weaver’s hand from beneath her G-string. Climbing over him she sat on his crotch, palms planted on his chest. His eyes were mainly on her crushed together tits.

“You ready to compete?”

“Is this a contest?”

“Yup! Can you make me scream that hard Billy better not be Idle?”

“Idol? Hell, yes I can.” He grew smug, “Uhhh? We still doing it in front of your dad?”

“Open the door.” She batted her eyes at him and rolled off to send him to his feet while she wiggled out of her G-string tossing it aside. At the knob he paused to perform a Catholic sign of the cross then grinning at Heidi. A second later Rooster dropped his own cargo pants, no underwear beneath, leaving him in only his socks. Opening the door wide Weaver dared to look around the threshold to witness the lovers in the living room. Zeroing in on Zach’s erection and slapping scrotum plunging into Khloe made him bulge his eyes. Khloe was pretty fucking hot. His thoughts were going to be on two different women today. Truth be known, Zach would be too. Heidi three!

Gritting his teeth Weaver returned to stand over Heidi as he stroked his own well-endowed beast, one that was not far off from being as mighty as Zach’s. Rising to her knees she winked and whispered, “Remember this pose?” He did indeed, from the Victoria’s Secret dressing room. Admiring his beast she nodded with a puffed lower lip, “He puts the Man in comMANdo. Nice bazooka Arnold. Maybe I’ll give him a nickname like dad does his.”

“He has a nickname for his dick?”

“Yep! He calls it Hardy, because he looks like Tom Hardy.”

“Don’t call mine Idol. Sounds too egotistical, that and it’s not going to be idle long.” He chuckled at his clever words just before she bit his scrotum tugging at it. Her blue eyes watching his as she gnawed at his fullness, she made him roll his eyeballs before stopping just long enough to offer a suggestion.

“How about we call him Arnie?”

“Seriously? Do I look like Swarzenhowever you say it?”

“No.” She giggled fondling his cock above her forehead, “Therminator?”

“Sounds like thermometer. Makes me feel tiny.” He endured her lips sucking his left nut roughly while seeing her thoughts pondering a worthy nickname for his penis.

“What about Cyclops? Billy Idol has a song called Eyes Without a Face. Your dick has one eye and no face.” She laughed, her tongue wagging over his urethra.

“Eyes not eye. Keep trying.” He laughed. She returned to his balls and took his entire ballroom into her mouth; he nearly fell backwards. “Holy shit!”

Releasing him she tried yet another moniker, “Blew Highway?” Her suggestion was more a mumble with her mouth full until she released her sack lunch. “I am blowing you and the highway ends in my throat.” She giggled.

“Seriously? My balls are blue though.” He acknowledged, “In real life Billy’s last name is Broad. How about Broadway?”

“Mmmm! Broad strokes, I’m a broad.” She jerked him off with both hands, his crown in front of her lips. “Your dick is pretty broad. Okay! Broadway it is, even if you don’t have a future there.” She winked, “Too punk for CATS, maybe GREASE though.”

“Daaaaaaamn! That’s cold.”

“Let me warm you up then. Start groaning Billy.” She swallowed his cock deep and held it firm in her throat until she had counted to ten before pulling back. Rapid throat thrusts led Weaver to rear his head back and leer at the skylight above. His versatile groans became a deafening, “YEAAAAAAAAH! SUCK THAT COCK.”

She stopped just long enough to grin up at him, knowing Zach and Khloe could have easily heard him. Back at it, she gave it all she had. Shocked by his resistance to cum immediately Heidi worked up a sweat. Over ten minutes of thrusting balls deep into her tired jaws Weaver Kytes finally snarled, flooding her mouth in pure cane sugar. She gurgled on the massive load and released his cock just to show off his leftover pride. Inspired by it Heidi hopped up and raced out into the living room, tapping Zach on the shoulder as he pounded away at a screaming Khloe.