by the backdoor

"Remember how Tempest was interested in doing some bodyart like those Vanity Fair covers, hon?" Debi asks, slipping her arm around her delectable daughter's waist and giving an affectionate hug.

"Mmm..yes, I remember that discussion," answers the man doubling as your seat. You see him smile his daughter's way, wondering where this was going.

"Well, her finished masterpiece is sitting before you."

His chiseled Cherokee features look quizzically as Debi points towards you.

He stares down at your body. Then, one of his strong hands casually glides along your cutoffs, then clandestinely cups one large boob. Nothing beneath his rough-hewn fingertips but silky skin.

You feel like you've risen two inches on his lap as the thick log you've been resting your bare ass on lurches upward at the idea that your clothes are an illusion, this stranger is naked in the middle of the crowded mall on his lap.

" Your daughter is very talented," you say, breaking the sudden silence.

"In many ways," he mutters, winking slyly at the grinning coquette.

"Well, you know you want her. Take her right there," says Debi, a little testily.

"But I don't even know her.."

"He loves the idea of fucking us fully dressed in public," she casually informs you. "Sitting pantiless with him in a little skirt while he fucks us underneath,  everybody walking by.."

"And now you have the opportunity to fuck her fully clothed while we watch. Don't tell me you don't want her," she leers lustily at me as she taunts her husband.

My eyes widen as his cock practically does the work for him. The large head is  bulling my ass, only shielded by his loose-legged cargo pants.

"Just unzip and work it up her. She loves it up the ass!" Debi continues.

"No, not there. It's too big," you try to convince them and yourself.

He casually opens his fly and works the drooling beast into your ass, aided by your spread eagled thighs stretching wide your cheeks.

"Oh, oh momma," you quietly coo as the mahogany trunk continues to telescope into your bowels.

"I'm right here baby," answers Debi. "We didn't get these high tight butts by accident. It takes a regimen of clenching those sphincter muscles, willing those glutes to squeeze every ounce out of those big cocks. You can do it!"

"Don't worry, Lacey," Tempest chimes in. "The paint isn't semen-soluble," she giggles as they watch you take her father's cock to the hilt.

You bounce lightly on his cock as he thrusts off the bench, both of you trying not to garner attention. Then, he can hold no more,the tease and torment too much.

You think you're going to shoot off his lap, the cumblast fills your bowels with such ****. And keeps filling. You expect it to soon come right out your mouth.

And then he stops. You feel the mighty wood fall, soft and slick inside your asswalls.

"Now what?" you ask, "I'm going to leak like a motherfucker when he pulls out!"

"I believe that would be fatherfucker," Tempest corrects. "And Mom  explained about learning to build your assmuscles."

"Yes," Debi agrees. "As Clem pulls out, clench those muscles tighter and tighter. Then, we're all going to walk him out to the conversion van. He still has a set tonight."

As Tempest helps steady you, you follow mother and father to the mall exit. Looking at the powerful torso, hid by only a denim vest, you exclaim to Tempest, "I never felt a cock so large and wide!"

"The other wrestlers don't call him "The Hammer" for nothing!" Tempest sagely replies.