Dinner to Dallas

Opening the door, you walk into the house. Hanging up your keys, you close the door and drop your briefcase on the island. Sitting at the table, dressed in a red silken robe, waiting for you was Sunyi.

Reaching up, you loosen your tie, asking, "What's for dinner?"

She flashes you an embarrassed smile for some reason, saying, "I didn't know when you'd be back, so I made a big salad."

Standing up causes her robe to hang open, giving you a quick look at her unbound breasts. Noticing where your eyes were, she quickly closed the robe, muttering, "Go wash up, and I'll get everything out."

"All...right, I'll go do that." You stammer as you walk to the hallway. Stopping, you realize that the tiny woman seemed taller and glanced back in her direction. The robe only fell to mid-thigh, leaving most of her legs bare. Looking at her feet, you saw that she was wearing a 4-inch heel.

"Yup," you think to yourself. "She wants you to notice her."

Walking to your room. You stop as the hallway bathroom door flies open and a topless Krystal breezes by you.

"Sorry, Uncle," she apologizes as she disappears into her room.

Tapping on her door, you call out, "Please be fully clothed or wrapped up in a towel in common spaces."

Despite being muffled, you hear her clap back with, "Why, it's nothing you haven't seen or fondled."

You sigh before saying with authority, "Just do it, Krystal." Before adding silently to yourself, "for now."

You hear a muffled, "Fine."

"Always pushing boundaries," you think to yourself. Heading into your room, you remove your tie, throwing it onto the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you groan in relief as you take off your work shoes. Reaching into your pocket, you slide out your phone and fire off a text to Jennifer. You quickly type about what Reese was doing in the office and the message carved into your door. A few seconds go by, and she replies.

JM: Don't worry, Daddy, I'll do some research, and we'll plan tomorrow after practice. Wink emoji.

You toss your phone onto the bed and immediately notice a discoloration four inches from the phone. Reaching over you, run your fingers across it. The discoloration was from the bedspread being damp.

"That's strange," you think to yourself. "We just got home, and it hasn't been raining..."

You remember this morning and get a hunch. Quickly getting up, you move to the bedroom door and look back at the bed. You grunt as your cock starts to throb. The damp spot was where you fucked Lili in the video Sunyi was watching this morning.

"Jesus," you groan, getting a good look at the damp spot. It has to be a good 10 inches in diameter. Heading into the bathroom, you turn on the sink and reach for the hand soap. "Fuck me, how long was she..." you murmur, staring into the mirror.

"It has to have been for hours," the beast hissed from the back of your mind. Every throb of your cock was demanding that you shove it into a tight snatch. Trying to fight your libido, you took your time washing your hands.

"Look at them shake," the beast growled. "Why deny yourself? She knows," it taunted. "You know she wants it. Go out there, and drag her back to your bed by her hair. Just think about it, mother and daughter, side by side, bonding while you plant your bastard in them both."

"No," you grunt out loud as you fight to discipline your rioting subconscious. "I will wait till after her husband is dealt with," you tell yourself.

Turning off the water, you snag a towel, drying your hands. Putting the towel back onto the rack, the beast growls, "Will she be willing to wait?" Refusing to answer it, you turn off the light, heading back out to the dining room.

Entering the hallway, the beast says one last thing: "Can you wait, hehehehe?"

"Damn, Mrs. Lee, you look sexy tonight," Krystal exclaimed louder than necessary as you entered the living room.

Lili then joined in, saying, "Yeah, didn't Aunt Yuna get that for you?"

Ducking her head, Sunyi said something in Korean to her daughter before saying, "Thank you," to Krystal.

Taking in the salad fixings on the table, you sit down. Reaching over, Krystal snags your forearm, asking you, "Don't you think Mrs. Lee looks sexy, Uncle?"

Krystal looks over at you, her eyes sparking, as she notices the obvious bulge in your pants. In mock surprise, Krystal loudly exclaims, "Uncle Jason, is that a hard-on for Mrs. Lee?"

Lili and her mother both zoom in on your crotch. Lili says nothing, just smiling, but the fire in Sunyi's eyes before she looked down at her plate was volcanic.

"Krystal, that's enough," you bark as you try to move past her antics.

"It will be about 8 inches," she saucily murmurs under her breath.

"What did you say?" you sternly demand.

"Nothing, Uncle Jason," was her unrepentant reply.

You then reach out for the lettuce to start putting together your salad. For the next several minutes, whenever Krystal would say or ask something, she would sprinkle in a sexual innuendo. Lili seemed content to just watch on. Occasionally stroking the titanium collar. The teen, judging by the smile tugging at her lip, was enjoying your nieces' guerrilla teasing.

Trying to eat, despite the way your niece was ratcheting up the tension. It was quickly turning into an exercise in futility. Krystal, for her part, was merciless, as she asked things guaranteed to spike your blood pressure. "Remind me, Lili, to shave down there tonight. Being bare makes wearing your spankies feel so much better, and the guys love it when you're bare." She looked at Sunyi. "Mrs. Lee, did girls shave their pussies when you were in school?"

Gripping your fork so hard you could swear you were bending the utensil, you growled. "Krystal, please?"

"But I'm just asking a question," she pouted.

"No, it's alright," Sunyi whispered. "No, we were told only whores shaved their vaginas."

Questions answered, you put a forkful of salad in your mouth, not tasting it. Finally giving up all pretense, you sat there, fork in hand, fighting the twin desires to both spank your niece and thrust your cock down her throat to shut her up.

Finally she pushed far beyond your ability to pretend. "Mrs. Lee, all that this salad needs is some banana or eggplant. I really love something long and hard..."

"KRYSTAL MARLENE..." you all but shout.

"Is there a problem, Uncle?" she replies with only the innocence a sassy witch could pull off.

"You...ack urg," you gargle while shaking with the need to grab and shake her.

"Excuse me..." Sunyi gasped, grabbing the table's attention. Rapidly talking to her daughter in Korean, she then bolts to her feet. Quickly getting up, her robe gaped open, giving you and the girls a good look at Sunyi's crimson panties, and the visibly damp spot over her sex, which you could see through the now semi-transparent material, was shaven bare.

Fleeing the room, the woman disappeared into her bedroom, closing the door.

"Daddy..." Lili hissed as she nodded to the hallway.

"Follow her uncle..." entreats your niece. In the back of your mind you could almost hear the beast cackling with insane laughter. Clambering to your feet, you head to the front door.

"Uncle," Krystal yelps, wide-eyed. She then looks towards Sunyi's closed door and hisses just above a whisper. "What are you waiting for? Go fuck her."

"I'm going for a walk," you rumble as you grab your keys. Opening the door, you head out, shoeless, into the night. The last thing you hear as you close the door is her frustrated whine.

Walking into the middle of your front yard, you stop when you realize you felt your damp grass with your feet. "Well, shit," you think to yourself. You didn't put on any shoes before leaving. You could hear distant thunder heralding another storm front.

Turning in the near pitch blackness of your front yard. You stared at your front door lit up by the feeble 60 watts of your porch light. Yours was an older neighborhood, and the city took its time with upkeep and repairs. Which is why you are standing in near pitch black, despite there being a light pole directly across the street from you.

It would be stupid if you decided to walk the street in your bare feet. Squinting at the door, you decide it would be equally stupid to go back inside. Cursing, you knew that if you went back inside, you'd quickly be balls deep in Sunyi, promise or no.

Of course, the beast, which Jennifer had awakened after the better part of 30 years of slumber. It was screaming, "Do it," in your ear like the devil did at J.R. in the last episode of Dallas.

You could hear the blood thumping in your ears as your body demanded that you go inside and fuck Lilies Mother. Hand shaking, you could feel yourself leaning forward. That subtle shifting of weight, getting ready to take the first step.

You then stop, remembering that you'd ordered Dallas to walk the two blocks to your house tonight. Latching onto that like a lifeline. You stare down the beast in you, telling it if you want to fuck tonight, it's going to be tight Cuban pussy. Your coach throbbed at that moment as if saying, "Very well, you win for now."

Resolved and hardened, you looked back at your front door and knew it would not be smart to go inside. Not with two teens intent on blowing up your resolve come hell or high water. Instead of going inside, you consider just sitting in your car when you remember last July.

Your sister Kendra had come down for the Fourth, and you all watched the fireworks from Rockberry Park from the front yard. Quietly you walk over to your side yard, and reaching over, unlatch it. Shoving it open, you see the half dozen folding chairs you stashed there after the fireworks. Grabbing one, you close the gate and unfold it there. Sitting down, you were expecting to hear Chloe, Dawn, and Gerald Hawkins's mastiff run to investigate.

Then it occurs to you they were still out of town and Chloe was at a kennel. Sitting there in the darkness, you were alone with your thoughts. Occasionally you'd hear the chirp of a cricket or the sounds of a vehicle in the distance. Reaching for your pocket and not feeling anything, you murmur, "Fuck me sideways." Your phone was still sitting on your bed. Giving up with a shrug, you settle back onto the chair.

Still, you were alone with your thoughts, and they inadvertently turned towards the circus your life had turned into since Jennifer had tackled her way into it. You'd been in the pussies of 7 females in the last month. Comparing them to your last girlfriend, Tamara, who'd dumped you in 2006 because she wasn't the most important person in your life. It was like comparing a Ferrari to a VW Microbus; they were so far out of your league it was unthinkable.

You didn't think you were especially funny. Even in your prime you weren't exactly turning heads. Shaking your head in wonder, you decide. Other than having an 8-inch cock, I'm a nobody.

"Are you, are you really?" Your subconscious argues. "You have 7 young women all begging to fuck you, and one even thinks she's preggo." In your mind's eye you once again see Rebecca in your classroom blurting out. "My breasts are super sensitive. I think I'm pregnant."

You couldn't help but smile at the thought of the little redhead submissive's belly expanding because of you. Closing your eyes, you imagined her straddling your lap, her expanded belly pressing onto yours. "Daddy," she panted, adoration shining in her eyes. "My milk's finally come in; please feed from me," she exclaims before cupping her milk bags for you.

Fighting the urge to pull out your cock and stroke one out. You think to yourself, "No, Rosey, you can't have this load; it's going into a Cuban cunt."

Just then you hear a low thump. Opening your eyes, you watch a smallish dark shape walk up the cinder block wall separating your property from the Haskins. In the dark, you couldn't be certain, but it looked like Captain Jack. One of the more beloved, if notorious, of the neighborhood strays. Waking up, on the wall the cat-shaped shadow lies down about a foot from you, raises its leg, and starts cleaning itself.

He pauses, looking at you. As you break out into a deep belly laugh. "Fuck me, and I'm turning into you," you bark out in laughter. The reason Captain Jack was so notorious is every litter of kittens within four blocks was supposedly his. Shaking your head in mirth, you quiet down as Jack goes back to cleaning himself.

Enjoying his company. You sit there in the dark for a good 30 minutes before Jack gets up and hops down into the Hadkins yard, disappearing into the night.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't, Jack," you call out to the tom.

Sitting back, reality does slither back into your mind. Unlike Jack, where one or two pregnant teens would get snickers or haughty derision. Seven or more teens all getting pregnant will bring pointed questions. If there wasn't enough peril, if you blew the lid off on Reese's antics, it would bring eyes on the entire school.

Sighing, you hoped Jennifer had some ideas about what to do with Coach Reese because, beyond threatening him, you had none. Then, almost against your will, your thoughts turn back to your girls, your harem. Could you do it? Permit them to use protection or to not fill their tight pussies with thick cum.

As if to rebuke you, the thought of not actively trying to breed your cheerleaders fills you with revulsion. Mentally you wave the white flag and surrender to your fate. Maybe, just maybe, things will turn out alright, and not with you in a cell. You don't know how long you sat there staring off into the darkness. But eventually you see the light bleeding through the drawn curtains go out, indicating that the girls were going to bed.

You wait what seemed like another 15 minutes before you get up out of the chair. Walking up to your front door, you try the doorknob, finding it unlocked. Silently you push open the door. The only lights on were coming from your open bedroom door and from under Krystal's closed door.

Taking care to not make noise, you creep inside before closing the door. Walking down the hallway, you pass by Krystal's door, entering your bedroom. Taking your time, you go into your bathroom and relieve yourself. Looking over while you went, you saw that Krystal's shirt as well as Lily's pants were in a crumpled ball in infront of the shower stall.

You feel a flash of annoyance that they just threw their clothes on the floor. Finishing up, you reach over and flush the toilet before putting yourself away. Still annoyed, you wash your hand before leaning down to pick up their clothes.

"What were they..." you mumble. The clothes were sopping wet. Your cock pops to attention as it hits you that they were stripping each other in your shower. Glancing into the stall, you groan at seeing a pair of tiny panties, barely more than a wisp, lying on the drain.

Instantly a vision of the teens stripping each other in your shower hit you, turning your annoyance into heat. Mind on the verge of short-circuiting, you snag the panties and make your way back into your room.

Dropping the soaked clothes on the bed. You shove your pants and boxers down around your ankles. Your cock was standing at attention, loud and proud, as they would say. Between that and the ache in your balls. You were quite frankly a little scared to touch it, knowing that if you did, you wouldn't stop till you shot your load across the room. Stepping to your dresser, you fish out a pair of sweatpants, pulling them up your legs.

"Good," you think to yourself. "If Dallas shows you want to have as few impediments as possible from plugging your cock into her cunt." Looking at your clock radio, you saw there were still a good 30 minutes to go till the time you told her to leave home.

Grabbing your phone and the wet clothing, you silently drop them into the hamper in the laundry room. You were about to head back into the living room when a sound caught your attention.

KNEEEEESAAAAAAAKKKKKKK

The last time you heard that sound was when you came deep in Krystal's pussy. You gently place your ear to her door and are rewarded with hearing her threadlike, pleasure-filled wail. You then hear the sounds of thrashing before falling into silence.

"Fuck Lili... that was," Krystal huffed.

After a moment you're surprised by Lily's muffled reply. "This gook **** is glad she was able to please you, goddess."

Your eyes widen as you fight down the urge to gasp. There was something in Lili calling herself a gook that inflamed you.

You hear Krystal giggle before saying, "On your back, slut." I need to reward you for this morning."

"Was Krystal responsible..." you think to yourself.

You hear sounds of the bed squeaking, followed by someone walking in the room.

"It would have been so hot had he broken and fucked you across the island." Krystal said, sounding like she was right next to the door.

"I tried so hard, my goddess, but Daddy's will is strong," Lili moaned from the bed.

"This cucumber will have to do until Jen gets that mold of Unckles cock made," informs the teen. You then hear Krystal moving again, followed by the sound of the bed moving.

"Spread your legs, slut," she orders. A moment passes before she hears through the door. "Wider slut. Spread that cunt like a good little cum dump." You then hear a needy moan through the door that tells you exactly what Krystal was doing with that vegetable.

"Such a needy cunt," your niece purred, before observing. "Too bad Uncle Jason hasn't discovered just how much of a submissive freak you really are."

"Please, my goddess, allow my worthless yellow pussy to cum." Lili moaned, her voice warbling. Your fingers tighten on the doorframe as a wave of need rushes through you, setting your nerves alight. Straining against the door, you swore you could hear squelching as your niece basted the cucumber in Lily's cunt cream. Hearing her cries, it was getting hard not to open the door and join the teens.

"Fuck, your cunt takes this cock so well. Too bad it's not what it really wants, slut." Your niece growls.

"Nnnnnnonono... its issnnttttt...." Lili gasps out semi-coherently.

"Cum slut," your niece orders. "Cum wishing this was Uncle's cock whitewashing you."

The sound of Lily's cry of exultation almost sends you crashing to your knees. Turning your head into the living room before it was too late. Heading back outside into the blackness of your front yard. You make over to your lawn chair. Ploping down, the aluminum frame creaked but didn't buckle.

Groaning, you leaned forward, grinding your fists into your upper thighs like a junkie looking for a fix.

Your mind was on fire with what you'd heard through the door. Groaning, you grappled with the way Lili reacted to the degrading things your niece said.

"Do you see now?" the beast seemed to growl. "Stop holding back and treat her like the cum dump she is."

Just then you hear the sound of something crashing into one of your neighbors' garbage cans.

"Fuck me," you hear Dallas cry out in surprise.

You still, your body straining, your hunting instincts kicking in. You then see a beam of light slice through the darkness as it worked its way down the sidewalk. You now hear the sound of her flip-flops as she makes her way down the street.

"What is wrong with you, girl?" the teen groused out loud to herself. "Are you really going to let Mr. Clark fuck you without protection?"

"Yes, you will," the beast whispered in your mind.

You see the beam of light from her flashlight get closer. Finally you see her hand, and then finally she comes into view. You watch her keep walking another 15 feet before stopping, and you see her point her flashlight at the back of your car.

"That looks like his car," the teen says out loud as you take her in.

Dallas was wearing what looked like a stretchy t-shirt. With tight shorts that showed off her legs. In her hands was her smartphone, which she was using as a flashlight. Rounding things out were her feet jammed into a pair of flip-flops.

Where you were sitting, you were hidden initially by your wall and the bushes. You see the beam of light move to your house number before going out.

"Stupid girl," you think to yourself. "She should have scanned the whole yard first."

You hear her take a deep breath, trying to psych herself up. "This is it, girl. You got this." You then hear her flip-flops as you pick out her walking up your driveway.

She gets to where your car's rear passenger door was before she stops moving.

"Grrrrrrr, what the fuck am I doing here? The pendejo says he's going to knock me up." Listening to her, you could tell she was very hesitant.

"Yet... she's still here," the beasts purred in satisfaction.

You catch some movement before hearing her punch the roof of your car.

"Girl, you need to turn around and fucking book it," she hissed.

Without thought you silently get to your feet. Quietly creeping closer, you start picking out more details. Like the fact she was leaning on the car. Her back was to you as she argued with herself.

"He's going to make you a teen mom," she growled as her logical side clashed with her inner slut.

Peeling off your shirt, you quietly drop it on the walkway, coming within 5 feet of the distracted teen."

"I should go home and never...WHAAAAA," she cried out in surprise as your hands gripped her shoulders. Using your mass, you trap her against the car, your cock an iron rod of intent against her ass.

"Too late, little one, you're here now," you groan against her ear.