True Brit
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Episode 22: MENNONKNIGHTS
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 22: MENNONKNIGHTS - Britney Foxx loved the Art of the Bet. More often than not those bets were lost, and she paid for it with dares that almost always ended up in her being naked and sexually challenged. One day a bet went too far, and she was locked into a long-term predicament. Sure, she could renege but where was the fun in that? Losing always turned her on. BET ON THAT! ANTE UP YOU FUCKS!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Brother Sister Father Daughter Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
The home of Britney Foxx aka Foxxy!
Bright and early in the morning after their tailgate tour downtown, Emily Grace Ruuthouse had showered and returned to her expected Mennonite appearance. They went over her with a fine tooth come to make certain their secret was going to remain safe from her parents and friends. No more sexy, now more down to earth.
Grace was nervous as she looked herself over in the mirror. Less nervous over her father finding out the truth but more so about whether she might ever get the chance to be with the boy she met last night.
“Kyle was so sweet.” Grace pouted, while Brit stared over her shoulder at their reflection in the mirror.
“At least you didn’t lose your virginity.”
“I wanted to though.”
“I know you did. Do! I just want you to experience it with someone worthy of you.”
“Kyle is not worthy?”
“Do you even know his last name?”
Grace turned pale briefly! “No. Yes. It was Danvers. Kyle Danvers.”
“Not worthy then. Patience my stunningly beautiful friend. Your time will come.”
“I know. Speaking of cum. I still can’t believe you and I masturbated in the bed of a truck driving down the street. That was so awesome.”
“It was pretty cool, wasn’t it?” Brit smugly expressed! Now she wanted to fuck in a truck bed for all to see, not just in some dark parking lot. Tailgate down in traffic, broad daylight was the only way to go in her dirty little fantasy. A rap on the bedroom door led to Brit opening up.
“Morning daddy. We’re almost ready to take Grace home.”
“We can’t use my truck. Gotta look good, so I borrowed our neighbor Chuck’s jeep. His girl Chloe gave me his keys while he’s out of town. She didn’t even question it.”
“Chloe’s so cool.”
“Who is Chloe?” Grace reacted!
“Next door neighbor.” Brit smirked!
“Oh! The one that Lance...”
“Has a stupid crush on. Yes, same Chloe.” Brit cut her off before she could rat her brother out. Keith Foxx merely shook his head. Truthfully, he did not want to know any more than that.
“I’ll be outside. Hurry it up, I don’t have all day.”
“Be right there, daddy.” She closed her door and planted her back against it. Scolding Grace quickly and having regretted telling her of her brother’s secret rendezvous Brit led her friend out front.
“Speaking of the Devil’s daughter.” Brit spotted Chloe talking to Keith on the street from her yard. As a sign of friendship Chloe turned in step and waved. “Hey, Britney. Who’s your friend?”
In an unexpected response Grace shuffled over to Chloe with an extended hand. “I’m Emily Grace. Call me Grace. Nice to meet you.”
“Hello, Grace. I love your hair.” Smiles all around maintained chatter until Keith had heard enough and growled. “Are you sure you’re dressed appropriately enough this trip, daughter of mine?”
Brit looked over her current attire as if stressed. “Legs are covered by pants. Hoodie confines cleavage. I look frumpy. I think I’m good to go.”
“My parents will not complain.” Grace fidgeted! “You look cute.”
Keith nodded from the drivers seat. “Let’s hope not. Just protecting you, Kids.”
“Thank you, Sir. For everything.” She smiled devilishly with almost a flirtatious glint in her eyes. Hmm! Chloe raised an eyebrow at her expression. Seeing Chloe’s face Brit snuggled up to the blonde’s arm. “It was her first ever overnight sleepover. We talked all night.”
“Aw! I remember those days.” Chloe expressed while hugging Brit. She then whispered. “I saw you two sneak out last night in sexy clothes. Fill me in later.” Busted!
“Peeping Thomasina! Bye, Chloe.”
Brit and Grace climbed into the jeep which had its canvas top peeled back for freedom. That and Keith always wanted to experience Chuck’s ride firsthand. Often jealous of it! Engine started Keith nodded at Chloe before driving away.
“I’ll bring it home in one piece. If I get it muddy, I’ll run it through the car wash. Top zipped back on I promise.” Whew! She was going to remind him before he read her thoughts. Hand over her cleavage hiding it as if holding her breath she grinned before waving goodbye. She trusted Keith. Off down the street they went. He chuckled at Brit in the passenger seat over the bumpy street making her bounce about.
“She rides like a dream.”
“The Jeep or Chloe?” Brit teased, reaching over to lightly punch her father’s arm. Keith merely winked at her. It wasn’t as if he had never fantasized about fucking Chloe Vaughn. There was certainly a chemistry if not restrained by marriages. Someday maybe!
The country drive went by quickly as Keith turned off onto the dirt road leading out to the farmstead belonging to Grace’s family Isaiah and Mary Ruuthouse. Reaching the farm, they were excitedly met by little brother Daniel and the family dog a mutt terrier mix.
“Hello, Sister.” Daniel waved! “Hi, Mister Foxx! Hi, Britney!”
His big sister waved in return from the back seat as Keith put it in park. Grace handed Daniel her book bag then carefully crawled out of the jeep so as not to snag or trip over her long dress. As if waiting impatiently her mother Mary stepped from the house wiping her hands off on a dish towel.
“Has my daughter misbehaved?” Mary warmly smiled, she knew better. In response Keith climbed down out of the jeep and walked with Grace to the steps of the farmhouse. On the trek he stared at Mary with intensity. It made her blush. She too stared with equal force. No blush on his part but Grace did it for him. Brit just smirked with her hands in her hoodie pouch.
“She was perfect. The girls studied quite a while. I made dinner.” He chuckled! “Yes, I can cook.”
“A woman’s job, but I will not hold that against you. Hello, Britney.”
Brit waved back as Keith ushered, “Hold whatever you feel like holding against me, Mary. I’m tough.”
“I will keep that in mind. Isaiah is still at Church. Mother is napping. Grace? Why don’t you take Daniel inside with Britney. I made cookies.”
Daniel raced past everyone and darted through the screen door. Grace hugged her mother on the way inside. Peanut butter cookies smelled amazing. Brit herself hung back long enough to snuggle up to her father’s arm and whisper.
“Behave old man.”
“There is where you and I are much alike. Not likely. Now go away.” Brit shrugged then smiled at Mary on the way through. Once indoors Mary chose to step down from their porch to face Keith. Shyly she looked around her for safety reasons.
“I could not sleep last night. I thought so very often of you touching me.”
“Shame on you.”
“How well I know. Forgive me?”
“As long as Isaiah never senses you’re thinking of me. I don’t want to see you get hurt, Mary.”
“I must confess something.” She lowered her gaze. “My husband made love to me last night. I envisioned that he was you.”
He pondered his words after hearing her revelation. “I nearly fucked your daughter last night, but I envisioned you. I guess we’re even in that respect.” Instead, he feigned his own shyness. “Was I good in bed?”
She turned beet red, “You were magnificent.”
“I always aim to please.”
“Someday?”
“Making love to you sounds pretty darn nice, Mary. I want that. I just need you to be safe. And I don’t want to get shot. Way out here an ambulance would let me bleed out.”
“I told you I do not allow guns in our home. Isaiah would never shoot you. He might perhaps strike me should he find out. Then, I would be cast from our home.”
“Let’s hope it never comes to that. I plan on remaining friends with you good people. You more than, Isaiah.”
“I truly hope so. If I could be yours, I would consider.”
“One day at a time. Don’t let anyone suspect you of having feelings for me.”
“I worry that my daughter might catch on before anyone. We are very close.”
“Strangely enough, I think Grace might not mind.”
“She has always been as you say open minded. We worry of what the outside world will influence her with. Still, she does deserve a good education.”
“Isolation doesn’t help. Honestly it was a good thing you allowed her to attend public school. Once she graduates, she can make her own decisions.”
“So true. If not for Daniel, I might contemplate leaving my faith. His father would never let him go and I could not bear to be without him. I am so very torn inside.”