Monica Gift
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Episode 31: Farm League
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 31: Farm League - Monica Gift was always a nympho. Her namesake a gift to all men. Drop dead gorgeous but playing both sides of the spectrum, she could be the quiet nerd or the slut all men craved. Her Jekyll and Hyde persona was what made her so desirable. Growing up far too fast the beautiful high school student meant to create an empire based on lust. Give guys what they wanted, putty in her hands. Barely legal, she had their attention long before. In more ways than one. "Who wants some? That many! Yesssss!"
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Incest Father Daughter Uncle Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
Lisa Porter pulled into the parking area of the small-town shit motel regretfully called the Stickett Inn. It was named after a local scum lord by the moniker of Lyle Stickett. She knew of the place, even stayed there a few times in her younger days. Since marrying Michael Porter her choice of lodging improved immensely. Parking her White Corolla in front of the room number given to her by an unknown source, she wasn’t sure what to expect. It was Monica’s cell that called her. She left a message for Michael as to where she was going. Just in case.
Cautiously looking around before locating the room key, she unlocked the door and peeked inside. Sure enough, there was Monica Gift, covered up and snoring. Entering just as cautiously, she checked the room out before shutting the door. Opening a curtain enough to get some daylight in she eased around the bed and noted the girl’s matted hair. The odor made Lisa wince and pinch her nose. A return to the window Lisa opened them up for fresh air.
Sitting down beside Monica she found the girls cellphone left by the bed. Brock left it there in case Monica needed him. Along with a note.
Lisa read the note saying, “Sorry, I couldn’t stay. Room is paid for the weekend to give you a chance to get yourself together. I couldn’t take you home because of Ryan. Regardless of what you told me. I messaged your dad and told him you were staying at a friend’s. I acted like I was you. He mentioned a Lisa, so I called her. She’s coming to stay with you. Sounds like a nice girl. Call if you need me ... Brock.”
Lisa looked into Monica’s texts and discovered the truth. Even the text about setting Monica’s dad up with Lisa herself. Reading that text made Lisa shake her head, before a tentative shrug.
“The guy was cute.”
She snickered and set the cell aside. Letting Monica sleep some more Lisa stepped out to her car and brought in a small bag of clothing consisting of sweats and t-shirts. Clean towels, toothbrush and paste, body wash, shampoo, among other needs would come in handy. After sitting there an hour scrolling in her own cell Lisa decided to nudge her friend awake.
“Hey, not so Beautiful? Wake it and shake it.”
Monica groaned as if it were her mother annoying her and tried to roll over.
“Oh, no you don’t. You need to get up and tell me what the heck happened.”
Realizing the voice finally, she rolled back over and stared at Lisa through the morning glare of sunlight, disbelief crossing her face.
“You’re not dreaming. What did you do?” Monica tucked her pillow under her better to sit up slightly higher then sighed.
“Gangbang.”
“Wow. Sure smells like one. I brought you stuff to get cleaned up.”
“Where’s Brock?”
“He brought you to this motel. He left you a note here, then called me to come babysit you.”
“Oh! It’s good to see you.” Monica pouted!
“Were you hurt?” She eyed the covers imagining what might be hidden.
“No. Just dirty. Lots of hickies.”
“May I?” Lisa pinched the covers as Monica released them. As Lisa pulled them back to see her entire body Monica voluntarily rolled over and gave her the complete view.
“I see hickies between your butt cheeks. They worked you over good.”
“I loved it.” Monica brightened up! “I definitely want a rematch.”
Sighing heavily Lisa nodded. “Glutton for punishment, aren’t you. Yeah, I liked my first one too.” In awe Monica sat up curling her legs under her then winced at the pain her every pore suffered from.
“You’ve been in a gangbang?”
“Two. I told you Michael and I were swingers.”
“Awesome! They used condoms. All of them. Poured cum on me from bowls. At the end they pissed on me.”
“I can tell.” Lisa offered a repulsed expression.
“Sorry.” Monica Lynn pressed her lips together. “My ass hole hurts. Anal is awesome but they abused mine. I got it ass jammed a lot last night.”
“You need to be more careful. Gangbangs can tear you up. My vagina was ripped slightly the second time.”
“Ouch! I feel fine overall. Just really, really dirty.”
“Why don’t I draw you a bath and get you smelling better. I’m here as long as you need me.”
“Aww! Thank you for coming. I love my friend, Lisa.” Monica offered a sitting hug.
“Let’s save that for when you smell like cherry blossoms.”
“Right.”
Lisa got up and strolled into the bathroom to fill the sorry excuse for a tub with water and bath beads. Once it reached a decent depth and still hot she stepped out. “Your Jacuzzi awaits.”
Monica eased out of bed and cautiously stepped past Lisa. The water was perfect as she slid down the wall into the steaming bath. Lisa returned with a wash rag and body wash. Kneeling beside the tub Lisa wouldn’t take no for an answer in bathing the girl herself.
Once the flesh was cleansed well, Lisa brought out the shampoos and an ice pitcher she used as a freshwater container in washing Monica’s hair. It was nice being pampered. Relaxing only for a few minutes Monica pulled the stopper on the water and let the dirty stank go down the drain. A secondary shower was needed to cleanse even more. Once done Lisa held a large towel out for the girl. Cloaking her after a healthy drying process, Lisa then pulled her into a tight embrace.
“Feel better?” Lisa delicately rubbed Monica’s back.
“Much. Thanks again.”
“Any time. I’ll step out and let you finish up.” Lisa then left Monica to brush her teeth and hair. A hair dryer got things back to normal.
While Monica did her thing Lisa removed the smelly bed sheets and left the top covers. One to put over the mattress the other to cover up with. She removed them from the room entirely.
As Monica made her exit from the bathroom, she paced a bit before sitting on the bed and picking up her cell. She read the texts Brock had sent then blushed.
“Oh, boy. My dad replied with something personal. I’m glad it wasn’t more.”
“I read the texts. Sorry, I snooped.” Lisa bit her nail.
“It’s ok. So, now you know my dad wants you bad.” She giggled!
With a deep breath Lisa replied! “We will see. Michael and I have an open relationship. As long as we stay honest about it. Your dad is cute. What about your mom? Does she know he strays?”
“Oh, no! She would divorce him in a second.”
“I have to ask. What you and your father did at the mall ... doesn’t that bother you guys? Especially about your mom not knowing.”
“Truthfully? I love my mom, but I don’t care. I like satisfying my dad. He fucked me yesterday while My mom was on the phone with him. We had her on speaker. So erotic.”
“So, he doesn’t care either?”
“No! Well, maybe a little. Not enough though. Obviously not, if he wants to sleep with you.”
“He knows I’m young and sexy.”
“Yes, you are.” Monica brightened up. “We should have a threesome with daddy.”
“Slow down, Beautiful.” She pondered! “Okay. But only if you have a threesome with me and Michael.”
“Deal!” Monica jumped in her seat then cringed over the shooting pain in her butthole.
“Should we have your father drive out here and care for you?” Lisa felt he should.
“No. Brock told him I was staying with you until after school tomorrow. I don’t think I can hide all of these hickies, so school might be a few days without me.”
“A few days? A few weeks. Those won’t just go away.”
“True. I can use make up on the ones around my throat and chest. If my mom see’s these, it would go very bad.”
“You might not have much choice. Your mom won’t let you be away from home too long. If she was like my mom, three days max.”
Sighing heavily Monica just drew her knees up to her chin and stared.
“If you don’t want to stay here, Michael and I have a couch.”
“I can have people come to me here. I just feel badly for Brock’s son. Well, for Brock too. Ryan doesn’t know I went to the gangbang. He doesn’t even know his dad has had me. I just told Brock that Ryan has fucked me for a while now.”
“Wow! You get around, Critter.”
“Critter? That’s cute.”
“Pet name. Bad habit. Sorry.”
“It’s alright. I like it. Beautiful is better though.” Laughing felt healthy. Lisa finally patted her own knees preparing an all-important question.
“So, what now?”
“I haven’t eaten since yesterday. Unless you count cum.”
“Anderson does have a mom-and-pop diner. Five booths and a counter.”
“I don’t have any money.”
Lisa rolled her eyes before narrowing them at Monica. “Big Sis has credit cards.”
“Aww! We’re related now. So cool.”
“Siamese twins.”
“Yep! Stuck together at the lips. Both sets!”
Monica dove at Lisa and kissed her on the lips. Lisa accepted and they fell back onto the bed. Twelve minutes later the twins split up before they ate breakfast in bed.
Miles away in the town of Summersby, Brock Quinones was drinking coffee when his son Ryan finally woke up and came downstairs.
“Hey, Dad.” Ryan opened a cabinet for a pop tart box.
“Son? We need to have a chat.”
Frozen as he opened the foil wrapper Ryan looked up with a creased brow. “About what?”
“Monica.”
“What about her?”
“What’s this master stuff about?”
“Wow! She told you that?”
“More than that. Don’t worry, I’m not pissed off. We both have some demons in us.”
Ryan dropped his jaw uncertain what to say. With a grim expression Brock sat down at the breakfast table and motioned Ryan to join him. Cold Pop Tart it was! Once seated Brock nodded as if defeated and gave up.
“I had sex with her too. No more secrets. I’m not going to sleep with her anymore. I begged her not to tell you, so don’t be mad at her.”
“I’m not. This is weird.”
“You realize that you really can’t control that girl, right? It’s just a game to her this master stuff.”
“I figured. It’s just fun. So far, she’s done everything I’ve told her too.”
“And, she might keep that up. The girls become a nympho. Possibly the next level above that term.” Clasping his hands together around his coffee mug Brock growled. “I’m going to tell you something. Once I’m done, I want you to go to Monica. Alright?” Ryan looked in the direction of the Gift family home right next door.
“She’s not at home.”
“Where is she then?”
“In Anderson. The Stickett Inn Motel. I left her there to get things together. She had a rough night.” Ryan sat up straight with a glint of horror in his expression. Suddenly, that cherry tart was not so tasty.
“She’s fine. Just tired.”
“What did she do? What did YOU do?”
“Something I let her con me into. I think you know her better than me when she wants something her way.”
“Tell me.”
“How about I show you instead?”
He motioned his son to follow him upstairs to Brock’s bedroom. There Brock placed the videotape of Monica’s night inside of Holly’s bar. They watched excerpts of it with fast forward. Ryan nearly pulled his hair out.
“She wanted that. I honestly did try and talk her out of it. I’m ashamed of myself for even allowing her to sucker me into that. Let alone arrange it. If you hate me, so be it.”
Ryan watched the parts of her on the pool table with 3 guys in her at once. Then the bowls of cum. Followed by the urination squad.
“That’s fucked up.” Ryan mumbled! He was glad he didn’t have to work today.
“Blame me! I’ll accept my fate.”
“No, Dad! This is all my fault. I brought this out of her. Look at all those hickies. Her parents will have a cow. Her mom at least.”
Brock looked bewildered for a brief moment. “Why not her dad?”
Ryan swallowed harshly and just offered a strange expression. Brock caught on quick. “Incest too, huh?”
“I have to get to Anderson.” Ryan jumped up.
“Hold on. I called some girl named Lisa Porter from her cell. She’s out there with her. I just needed to be honest with you.”
“Thanks. I’ll go call her before I leave.” Ryan hurried back to his bedroom to get dressed, then headed for his car before dialing. He did squeeze his dad’s shoulders as if to say thanks for leveling with him. Brock inevitably watched that video for another thirty minutes. Dick in hand!
Back in Anderson!
Monica had donned the sweat pants Lisa had brought her and the two had drove over six blocks to the Sunny Side Up diner. Nearly the entire town it was so small. Heading indoors the two were chummy and holding one another up as if drunk. No immediate service they took a seat at a booth, there the two girls giggled and talked about their kiss.
The waitress revealed herself finally, a young girl herself. Possibly twenty at best. Bringing them glasses of water with her she greeted them with a smile.
“Morning! My name is April. What can I get you two today?”
“My aren’t you a looker. Small town life does something right.” Lisa winked!
April winked back warmly. “Why, thank you.” April stood at 5’4, petite, with 34C breasts. Short brown hair and big brown eyes completed her resume.
“What’s good here, April?” Monica ogled the menu.
“Blueberry pancakes. We have a special on those with sausage and two eggs.”
“Sounds yummy. I’ll take that. Scrambled!” Monica grinned up at her.
“Just bacon and 2 eggs for me. A glass of regular milk please.” Lisa added! “Eggs sunny side up like the sign says.” Monica chimed in requesting orange juice. Order complete! April jotted it all down then stepped away.
As soon as she left the table Ryan called. Monica looks at her cell then up at Lisa with a sigh. With puffed cheeks she answered then deflated. “Hey, Handsome.” Ryan was already driving. He was three miles from Anderson.
“Are you okay? Dad filled me in.”
“I’m fine. We’re eating breakfast at the Anderson Diner. Me and my friend Lisa. You recall my Pizza Delivery friends from those apartments on Elm street?”
“Yea. Tell her thanks for watching over you. I’m on my way there now. Five minutes away maybe.”
“You didn’t have to. But I’ll be waiting.”
They hung up and Lisa looked at Monica’s expression, trying to read it. “This Ryan sounds like he cares.”
“He does. I just like doing things on my own. I’m positive he wants more, but I’m happy being free. Well, he is my master but that’s just an act to encourage guys to want me.”
“Good boys are hard to come by.”
“I like all boys though. Some girls even.” She stuck her tongue out at Lisa. “You should know.”
Monica brightened up with a brilliant idea. “My dad asked for pictures of you. Let’s take some and send them to him.”
“Now?” Lisa squinted with a hint of, “Seriously?”
“Yes. Come on. Please? With sugar and me on top? Pancake syrup once April brings us a bottle.”
Grinning sheepishly, Lisa looked around the small diner. There was only two older men at the counter. The workers were either cooking or assisting in back.
“Make it quick.”
Lisa lifted her t-shirt and bra to reveal her perky 36C’s. No bra. She then leaned back winking at Monica’s primed cell camera. A snapshot later they giggled over the pose.
“More.” Monica hinted!
Clenching her teeth Lisa stood up in her own sweats and stepped back a few feet. She then turned around and mooned Monica for a picture. No panties on she had gone commando this day.
“More.” Monica insisted!
“What more do you want?”
“Coochie!”
“Good Lord! He better at least show me a cock picture after this.”
“He will. I’ll make him send one.”
