Jonathon Black
The family Man
CHAPTER ONE
“You'd sure like to get into one of those tight little cunts, wouldn't you, Dan? Is that why you've taken up jogging all of a sudden?”
Dan Cabot merely grunted in reply. He was lying on his belly in his neatly trimmed front yard, wearing a loose sweat shirt and even looser boxing trunks, his chin resting on his folded arms as he watched a group of young girls playing touch football in the park across the street. “Sure. And I know what you'd like to do to them, too.”
The woman sitting by his side had wriggled her hand under his trunks and into his crotch, and was gently toying with his heavy scrotum, seemingly oblivious to the odd stares she was getting from the traffic passing by. Suddenly, she jammed her long-nailed thumb through his anal sphincter and deep into his colon. “That's not funny, Dan. I'm sorry I ever told you about that. You make it sound so… so dirty.”
He flinched at the invasion of his rectum, then relaxed and let his cock get hard beneath him, enjoying the feel of her digit in his bung.
“I was only teasing, Brenda. Don't get in an uproar. I don't give a damn if you like girls, too. Matter of fact, it makes it more interesting.”
“I don't do it any more anyway,” Brenda said poutingly. “Not for a long time, and you know it.”
“I know, and I keep telling you I don't care one way or the other.” He twisted his neck and looked up to see the sun burning off the early morning mist that shrouded the city, guessing that it must be a little after nine. “You're making me stiff, hon. Want to go in the house and take care of it?”
She slapped his rump with her free hand. “You know darn well I can't. I've got to show that property to Carpenter this morning.” Her thumb was probing deep into his anus, and a smile played on her full lips as she rolled his balls in her hand. “I only stopped by to see about tonight. Do you want to go out or anything?”
He sighed and stared at the girl's titties jiggling in the park as they ran back and forth, shouting and laughing. They were all in their young teens, and their bodies were deliciously inviting. Of late he had found himself drawn more and more to virginal little nymphs, and it was disturbing, especially since he had two daughters in the same category.
“Afraid not, sweet. Peggy's got a dress rehearsal for that Little Theater play I was telling you about. I think I have to drive her over and bring her back.”