REAL ADVENTURE 121 - Scene 8 - DreamGirls

Ed had always been a fairly laid-back sort of guy. But over the next several years, his patience wore thinner and thinner. He found himself spending more and more time at work--he was an auto mechanic, and a damn good one at that--and spending less and less time with his family. A few years ago, right after Lisa's 12th birthday, Ed just couldn't take the stress any more, and something inside him snapped. He began drinking heavily. Of course, he never drank before or during work, because he didn't want to risk losing the only job he had. But the minute that he punched out on the time clock, you could be sure that he would be heading straight for the pint of Jack Black that he religiously kept in the glove box of his Ford pick-up truck. After "priming the pump," as he used to like to call it, he would head out to the bars and clubs with his buddies. And he would stay all night long, until he was forced to leave at closing time. Then Ed would come home in a drunken stupor, usually to pass out on top of the bed, still in his work clothes. Sometimes he would wake college up Val, and have sex with her. But that only happened on those rare nights when Ed had miraculously managed to not drink too much, so that he would actually be capable of getting an erection. Of course, Val's nagging had become incessant by now. And the only reason that Ed would ever try to have sex with reality her nowadays, was because he would finally get so horny that he just couldn't stand it. And Val's pussy still beat no pussy at all. But even when Ed did actually manage to have sex with Val, all she ever seemed to do afterwards was to complain that he didn't make her cum good enough, and that he didn't care about her any more. And to emphasize that fact--in her concerted effort to throw it all right back in Ed's face--Val used to openly diddle her own already-creampied pussy, until she had made herself cum enough so that she would finally feel sexually satisfied. And Val always did this right in front of Ed, immediately after he was finished fucking her, and had rolled off the top of her. Over the course of the next five years, Ed's personality began to change drastically, as the alcohol slowly took over his life. He even started drinking at the house on the weekends. Lisa was painfully aware of how her "daddy" was different now. And she started to become scared of him, because she had seen first-hand, just how easily striptease Ed could lose his temper, and go ballistic on her. One time, he had asked her to bring him a beer from the refrigerator. And while she was setting the can of beer down on the armrest of the sofa, she accidentally spilled a little bit of it. Ed cussed her up one side and down the other, calling her names like "slut-puppy" and "little bitch." All Lisa could really do, was to stand there and take Ed's verbal abuse, because if she tried to walk away from him, he would grab her by the arm--or by the hair--and forcefully hold her in place, until he was finally ready to let her leave. Ed was a large man, by anyone's standards. And even though he was 38 years old now, he could kick the ass of most guys half his age, if he wanted to. He had the overly-muscular arms and upper torso of a mechanic. And the fact that he had developed a very babe visible beer-gut still didn't make him any less ominous. So the last thing Lisa wanted to do, was to get her stepfather angry with her. Then this last weekend, Lisa had noticed that her "daddy" was acting kind of strange. He just kept staring at Lisa, whenever she was in his presence. And Ed didn't say one word to her, either. He just sipped on his beer, and outdoors stared at her body--specifically, at the private parts of her body that were below her waist. The boys were pushing on Cathy's back, trying striptease college babe to pull the suit together behind their sister. Richard said, pausing, "Do you love my cock inside you or me calling you a slut?" I lean against the counter and breath reality heavy. She looks down at his willy and licks her fingers, rubbing her puss. He leaned towards me piercing my left boob with his finger. He saw the brown-haired girl sitting at the front. To my displeasure, we agreed that I would only watch from a distance. She was born to be abused and raped, Laura knew now. She was red from shame but knew better than try to break the contact. My hands began trembling as my legs wiggled and twitched as my body convulsed in orgasmic bliss, a light gasp escaped outdoors my mouth and my body banged against the wall a few times uncontrollably.