Chapter 2

For those of you anxious to experience my further adventures with the Cocksworth twins, I ask you to be patient while my story takes a slight detour. There's the pending matter of my daughter's art contest prize, which needs to be resolved before I revisit the twins. So, hang (well) in there.

In this tale of forced intimacy, I find relief with another admirer in my growing fan club.

Stuck In The Metal With You

I staggered up the walk and reached into my pocket for the key. Just the slight pressure of my hand in my pocket made me wince. God, was my dick ever sore! And it was still erect! What had those devils done to me? I aimed my key at the lock, and the door swung open. Damn! Annie didn't shut it again. One of these days, we'd get robbed, and she'd cry, "I'm so sorry" while we sat on bare rugs with all of our possessions stolen.

I crept up the stairs, and heard giggling coming from Annie's room. The door was open a crack. I peeked in. Annie had her back to me, standing at a sketchpad on an easel. Sitting on the edge of her bed was some young lady. Oh yeah. Randi, or was it Brandi, told me Annie was meeting another art student.

Annie had rough sketched the young girl's face - hair pulled back into a ponytail, wide-set eyes, a pert nose, thick lips, and a chin that pointed slightly. She wore a white blouse and a plaid skirt. Given the outfit, she was probably a Catholic schoolgirl, not one of Annie's classmates.

I wasn't close enough, and Annie wasn't talking loud enough for me to hear. All I saw was the girl's reaction, getting red in the face. Annie moved from behind the easel to in front of the girl, blocking my view. When Annie returned to the easel, I slipped away from the door to avoid being detected. I counted to ten, then returned to my voyeur position. My reward was witnessing the young girl unbuttoning the fourth button of her blouse. Soon, her task was complete, and she shyly slipped the garment from her shoulders. Annie's hand waved. The girl reached around behind, straining her breasts forward. The white bra slid down as she returned her hands to her lap. Her tits were round like half grapefruits, with small nubs in the precise middle. If my erection had subsided, and I was sure it hadn't, this view prevented any further retreat. I guessed that Annie was doing another erotic drawing for Ms. Bourgeois, her horny art teacher. Annie said something else, and the girl bunched her shirt into her lap. Her legs were nice, her thighs a bit thick, but muscular. The girl was some kind of athlete. She stood briefly, to slide white panties down to her ankles, then stepped through them and sat down. The skirt hid the treasure at the junction of the girl's thighs.

I couldn't stand the pain any more. I crept down the hall into my bedroom, pushed the door almost shut and laid on the bed. I unzipped and scooted my pants and underwear down, letting my engorged penis wave like a palm tree in a stiff wind. I tried to grasp it, thinking that perhaps if I came, it would shrink to normal size. I inhaled sharply. It hurt just to touch it. What was I going to do?

Annie's voice came from the doorway. "Daddy?" She walked in grinning, staring at my prick at attention.

She must have seen the look on my face. "What's the matter, daddy?" Her expression turned to one of concern.

"I'm hurting, sweetheart."

"What happened?"

"Randi needed to be persuaded to take her medicine."

Annie sat on the bed next to me. "You didn't?"

"And, it was her birthday. Actually, both of their birthdays, since they're twins."

"Did you give them both a birthday present? She touched my groin.

"Ooh, don't. My penis is raw. It really hurts."

"Anna? Where did you go?" An unfamiliar voice came into the room. "Holy shit! Your cock is a monster! Is it always that red?" The topless Catholic approached my prone position.

"Dad, this is Patrice. She won second place in the art contest."

I didn't stand up. My prick was standing up enough for the rest of me. "Nice to meet you."

"Can I kiss it and make it better?" Annie leaned forward, bracing herself on my chest and thigh.

"Don't! Even I couldn't touch it." I knew Annie. She's start out kissing it, then take the head in her mouth and suck. Pretty soon, I'd be fucking her throat like a maniac. No, I was way too raw for anything like that.

Patrice stood, jaw open, eyes wide. She was in a trance, twitching her head with every jerk of my erection.

My voice was a whine. "It won't go down. This has never happened to me before."

Annie straightened up and pulled her hands back. My dick twitched as her hand slid from my thigh. "You weren't this big the last time I saw it."

Patrice broke from her reverie. "Last time? You've seen this before?"

I answered for Annie. "Once." I lied. "Didn't you see Annie's picture, the one that won the contest?"

"No," said Patrice. "She never showed it to anyone but the Black Bitch."

Ms. Bourgeois? She wasn't African-American.

"Hey, wait. Ms. Bourgeois verified every entry. She came to my house to see my little brother." Evidently, he was the subject of Patrice's entry. "Bourgeois saw this?"

I nodded.

Patrice sat on the bed next to Annie. She fell silent again, utterly consumed by my engorged organ.

"How about Vaseline?" asked Annie.

"That will just make it slick."

Patrice licked her lips. Being so close to her exposed breasts was doing nothing to help.

"I need something for the pain."

Annie jumped off the bed. "I've got it!" She ran from the room, ass wiggling. My dick jerked. Patrice's eyes never wandered as she slid closer, taking Annie's place.

On Annie's return, it was her breasts that bounced. Was she getting even bigger on top? I hadn't had the pleasure of seeing my daughter naked in a while. Annie was holding a small silver tube with a white label.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Anesthetic gel, from when I had braces. Remember, you used to rub it on my gums after my orthodontist appointments?"

I remembered Annie's orthodontist as a sadist and a shylock. Everything was a hidden charge.

Annie opened the tube. "Move over."

Patrice glanced up. "Let me do it." She jerked her head back to view my pulsing prick. "Please. I'll never get the chance to touch a huge dick like this one."

After having the twins describe my penis as dinky, Patrice's words stroked my ego. Still, I wasn't looking forward to strokes of the physical kind.

Annie looked at me, and I nodded. She handed Patrice the tube and stood with her hands on her hips. Patrice squeezed a thin line of translucent gel from the tube onto two fingers.

"Gently," I said.

Patrice touched the head of my penis with her fingers. The gel melted with the heat of my skin. Dollops slid down my erection. Patrice lifted the errant medicine with the tip of her finger and applied it to all sides. I barely felt her touch.

I sighed as most of the pain subsided. "It feels better."

"It sure does." Patrice's hand now caressed my erection, running up and down the full length. At the head, she tightened her fingers, then relaxed them as she stroked down.

With the loss of sensitivity, Patrice's hand job was feeling really good. Too good. But, maybe that's precisely what I needed. After all, I hadn't cum with Randi or Brandi. That's it! After cumming, my erection would dissipate.

"Daddy, are you all right?"

My hips cooperated with Patrice's massage. "Oh, yes. Never felt better. That's it. Oh, keep it up."

Patrice needed no cheerleading from me. She was pumping me now, a bit harder than I would have liked. But, the mild sensitivity was bringing me closer to a long awaited ejaculation.

My hips bounced on the bed. "That's it. Good girl. Don't stop." I was close to blasting all over Patrice's hand, her round tits, her small pert nipples -

A door slammed downstairs. Harriett's voice echoed in the hall. "Hello?"

"Damn it!" Annie pulled Patrice up from the bed. Patrice tried to maintain her grip of my dick but the lubricant was too slippery. Her hand slid up my dick one last time. "Button up. Mom can't see you like this. And go wash your hands."

The two young ladies jogged out, leaving me with a full-lubricated erection and no release. I sat up, pulled my dick to my belly, and sealed up my pants. If Harriett didn't look too close, she wouldn't see that my fly wasn't laying flat.

"We're up here," I shouted back.

"Are you and Anna ready? We shouldn't be late."

"For what?" I asked.

Annie's head popped out of her room as Patrice exited the bathroom. "We've got the exhibit tonight."

I don't know what we'd do without Harriett's perfect memory. Part of Annie's prize for winning the drawing contest was to meet a famous artist whose work was on tour. Ms. Bourgeois had arranged a private showing. I looked down, hoping my privates weren't showing.

We all convened at the bottom of the stairs.

"Mommy, this is Patrice. She's in my art class, and got second place. I invited her to come with."

I'd almost cum with Patrice.

Harriett nodded, an envelope in her hand. "We'll have to take two cars. I have to drop off these documents on the way to the center. The same place Anna took her classes, remember?"

Who could forget Ms. Bourgeois, painting a canvas using my prick as her brush, and then pretending to get stuck, as an excuse to get me to fuck her? "Where is it?" I smiled.

"You take the girls. I'll be there as soon as I can. Maybe this time Madeline won't talk a blue streak." She departed through the front door.

I led Annie and Patrice out through the garage. Harriett had taken my coupe out of spite, so I was stuck with the family sedan. We all piled in the front bench seat. Patrice pushed past Annie to get the middle position. Throughout the short drive, Patrice's hand lingered on my thigh. This girl was determined to resume where we left off.

A familiar Chrysler convertible was already in the lot when we pulled in. Annie led us from the car into the building.

Ms. Bourgeois was waiting in the foyer. "Mr. Marcus. So nice of you to join us this evening. And your lovely wife? Will she be with us as well?"

"She'll be here soon."

Annie was practically jumping for joy. "Is he here? Can I meet him?"

Was Annie wearing a bra? Her breasts were bobbling much too freely under her blouse.

"I'm so sorry my dear," said her teacher. "There were circumstances -"

Annie's chin dropped, her shoulders slumped.

Ms. Bourgeois put her arm around Annie. "In his place, he sent something special. A painting that will be shown for the first time this weekend. But, you will have the chance to view it before anyone else, even the professional critics."

Ms. Bourgeois and Annie walked down the hall, arms around each other's waists. Patrice pulled my arm around her, and we mimicked them. Twice, Patrice's hand slipped down and squeezed my buttock. The head of my penis throbbed behind my belt buckle.

Ms. Bourgeois led us into the classroom, on the way to Annie's surprise. "That's odd. I don't remember leaving the light on in the studio." A man in overalls with his back to us stood in the well-lit room. "Oh, it is Charles, from Maintenance. Good evening, Charles."

The man turned. He was holding a medium painting in a fine mahogany frame in one hand, an open knife in the other.

"You're not Charles!" screamed Ms. Bourgeois.

"Damn right I'm not. I'm taking this."

"No, not that one. Take any other one. We won't call the authorities." Ms. Bourgeois crossed herself. Was she particularly religious? She shouted "oh God" when I was fucking her.

"I can't have you ratting me out after I split." He eyed the room, finally focusing on a series of tall metal storage closets along one wall."

"You," he motioned to Ms. Bourgeois, "Open up them first two."

Patrice clung to me like a wet shirt. I held her close, to allay her fear.

Ms. Bourgeois opened the two cabinets. The bottom were cluttered with folded easel stands, stretched canvasses, and other assorted art supplies. Each had a top shelf with tubes and bottles of paint."

"Clear 'em out," the thief shouted. "Help her." He waved his knife at Annie. Her first step was towards him. "Don't be stupid. I'll slash this, and then you, if you don't behave."

Annie and Ms. Bourgeois grabbed the contents of the cabinets and threw them on the floor.

"Good girls. Now, you two get inside." He motioned for Annie and her teacher to occupy the first cabinet. They stood inside, holding onto each other. Ms. Bourgeois stroked Annie's head. He flicked a padlock off the door handle, shut the door, then locked it tight. "You two lovebirds are next."

He meant us. Patrice and I slinked towards the storage cabinet. My head grazed the top shelf as I stepped in. Patrice faced me as the thief slammed the door. The click of another padlock verified our fate. The quarters were tight, our bodies jammed against each other.

"I'm scared, Mr. Marcus," whimpered Patrice. She plastered herself against me, which wasn't difficult given the available space.

"Wait a second. Harriett is on her way here," I whispered.

As if on cue, I heard her voice. "Hello? Anybody here?"

There was a scream, the sound of art supplies being thrown, and the slam of a metal door.

"Harriett?" I asked.

"Harvey? Where's Anna? Is she all right?"

"I'm fine, Mommy. Ms. Bourgeois and I are locked in together."

"Is someone in there with you, Harvey?"

"Yes, Patrice, Annie's friend."

"Are you all right, Anna?" shouted Harriett.

"A little cramped, but okay."

Ms. Bourgeois spoke up, "We will all be fine. There is a security check later this evening. They will find us and let us out. The best thing now is for all of us to relax and be calm."