Preparing a BBQ with spit roasts.

My Timid New Girlfriend Ch. 5

Warning

+++ The “My timid new girlfriend” series is meant to be way over the top and extremely overexaggerated, and the main character (the boyfriend/father) is meant to be absolutely dumb and blind to what is going on around him. The series is meant to be funny, light reading.

Of course, parts are erotic but for sure not for everyone.

Please be aware that in the different chapters there might be ingredients such as "creampie," "cheating," "femdom," "humiliation," "ridiculing," "contempt," "bareback," "unprotected sex," "BBC," "being auctioned," "gangbang," "reluctancy," and so on.

At the end, I have decided to publish the stories as "fetish."

Please join me in this silly saga, and I hope you enjoy the little jokes! +++

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As a good, caring father and hopefully a future husband, I asked my 18-year-old daughter Lika and my girlfriend April of 24 years what I should buy for our BBQ with my colleagues. We had invited all the guys. Well, to be honest, I didn't; the girls did. And they did not invite all. They had some kind of system to decide who should come, because two nights before I overheard by accident some bathroom talk of the girls:

"So, who do you want to welcome in your warm little nest?" April asked my young daughter.

"Does Josh cum often?" Lika answered.

"At least three times."

"Does he have a brother? Normally good things like that run through the family?"

"Yes, he has. Let's invite them both and his father."

"Do you know his father?" my daughter asked.

"Oh yes! Of course, he is your dad's supervisor! April replied.

“You can give his dad your first round. I insist. You will love it!"

I didn’t want to eavesdrop any further, but I didn’t know Josh had come to visit April three times. They called the house a “warm little nest” and the tour "giving a round. "I suppose that was a modern way of youngsters talking these days. I must have been at work each time Josh had visited April, I guess.

It explained why almost every day, when I would get home from work at roughly 6 PM, I would see cars drive away from our driveway, me guessing that my girlfriend April must have had daily social visits. I find it nice when there is a little bonding with my colleagues going on and I don’t have to be there when both my girlfriend and daughter warmly receive all those male visitors. I think we all are entitled to a little privacy. I felt proud of April. She was new in town but was quickly finding friendships with lots of male strangers. And my daughter Lika would normally be home from college at 2 PM, so I guess she would join in with my girlfriend, the girls taking care of the needs of those males together.

I walked into the living room and switched on the sports channel.

In the meantime, April and Lika continued talking:

“Did Josh inherit that staying power from his dad?” Lika asked

“You have no idea what a beast his father is.” April replied and continued, saying, “Let me tell you my first encounter I had with his dad. His dad truly knows how to handle a slut when he sees one. The first time I met him was in that ill-lit, crowded bar where your father held his birthday party. Your dad introduced me to Josh's father, Mr. Paul Steele.”

"Paul," your dad said, introducing me, "this is my girlfriend April. April, this is Mr. Paul Steele."

"Call me Mr. Steele." He said, as I stood in front of him, shaking hands. He looked very fit, like a pro athlete with great muscles, but not too exaggerated. More like an athlete with a long stamina, which immediately woke up my aching pussy. I had been without cock for at least 24 hours, and my slit saw an opportunity to get creamed by this gorgeous alpha male specimen. As I looked down at his groin, I saw the large swelling, and I knew I would be in for a treat if I handled things well.

He took his time checking me out, his eyes roaming over my body, so I decided to help him a little and speed up the process. I let my keys drop on the floor, right in between his legs, and quickly squatted in front of him, my face almost touching his crotch."

I looked up and said to him, “I am clumsy handling small things."

"I bet you like big things." He replied without hesitating, your dad standing next to us.

"Yes," I said in a sultry tone, keeping eye contact. Big things are what I want."

"Search no more," he said in a cocky way. "A big thing is ready for you."

"Good to know where I can get it," I replied.

"Is it hot in here?" I asked your dad, as I was flapping my sleeveless top, giving Mr. Steele a good look at my braless titties. "Can you get me a new cocktail?"

"I will get you a new drink to cool down." Your dad said, and then he looked at Mr. Steele and asked him if he should bring him a new beer.

"Yes, boy, bring me a new one." He replied in a derogatory way as he kept looking down at my naked boobies, adding, "And bring me some BBQ chicken wings too."

"My pleasure!" your father happily complied, and like a good servant, he walked right away towards the bar counter. He was happy that his girlfriend was getting to know his colleagues, and he was sure she would be in good hands, because those chicken wings might take 15, perhaps 20 minutes.

"This will give us some time to get to know each other better." Mr. Steele said to April. "Do you like what you see?"

As I looked in front of me, I saw his bulge growing. "Oh my," I thought. "Mr. Steele has enough cock for two," April told Lika.

"Is that all for me?" I asked him, as I placed my hand on his large package, which was seriously stretching the fabric of his pants.

"Take it out," he said in a commanding tone, which gave me a shiver, and I felt my nipples get rock hard. Just before I opened his zipper, I pulled my top wide open, showing my pointy nipples to him.

"Look what you did to me, Mr. Steele. My titties are all stiff and suckable."

"I will take care of those babies later tonight, but for now, suck my cock, slut."

"How do you know I am a little slut, Mr. Steele?"

"A true slut can’t go without cock for long, and you have been without cock the entire day. I know because your appearance is way too elegant right now. Normally, a well-fucked slut would have a radiating appearance, a certain glow of satisfaction on her face, and perhaps the need to touch up her mascara and lipstick, which you don’t. So, I will help you out and fuck you tonight, right here, in this very bar. Now show me your sucking skills, you little whore."

"Slut it is." I answered in a luscious tone while licking my lips, keeping eye contact.

I quickly opened Mr. Steele's zipper. You don’t want to make Mr. Steele's cock wait. I carefully lowered the zipper all the way, and to my pleasant surprise, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. My hand slid inside his pants, grabbing his fully erect phallus. His cock was a true monster!

"Oh!" A little cry escaped my lips from true admiration. I felt my pussy instantly get wet, and another shudder went through my body. This was the biggest cock I had ever seen! I quickly pulled the entire shaft out of his pants and placed his red, throbbing cockhead right in front of my soon-to-be cheating mouth. I tried, but I could barely hold it with both my hands; his cock was rigid as wood, so I didn’t need to worry; his cock would stay upright without any help.

A large glob of cum came out of the cock's slit, and the tip of my tongue quickly dabbed it away. I extended my tongue out and showed Mr. Steele his little appetizer. He smiled and told me to taste it. I swallowed it, and it had a mild, sweet taste. I wanted more of that, so I took his heavy balls out of his pants too. They were fist-sized, and I knew I was in for a treat. I cupped them, lifting them, and they were very heavy. I could probably drain them three times and still have enough of his hot cum left for the next round.

I slowly dabbed with my tongue's tip the red cockhead again. Two, three times I did this, as I kept eye contact. But I was hungry for his phallus, so I opened my mouth wide and took his entire red helmet in my mouth, slowly swirling my tongue around it. As I looked up, Mr. Steele had closed his eyes, enjoying my cheating mouth on his manhood. His cock had a nice salty taste, and I wanted more of it.

I took his cock deeper, and I kept sucking on it, my cheeks sinking in. Letting my teeth nibble on that shaft as it kept sinking even further into my throat, I switched to breathing through my nostrils. As Mr. Steele looked down again, I pulled down the spaghetti straps of my top from my shoulders and lowered my top all the way towards my waist, releasing into plain view my perky tits. Mr. Steele liked what he saw, and I felt his cock twitch several times inside my mouth.

"Let's take a different position, my little tramp." Mr. Steele said to me as he looked over my shoulder towards the bar counter, where your dad was waiting, and slowly pulled his large cock out of my mouth. I was a bit sad about the loss, but I knew something better was coming up. And I was not wrong. He pulled my top up, covering my breasts again, and covered his rampant cock with his shirt. Taking me by the hand, we walked towards a pair of large lounge chairs all the way in the back of the bar. He sat down and made himself comfortable, opening his pants entirely and lowering them enough to let his big erect cock and balls roam free again.

"Sit on me." He said, telling me what to do, and patted his legs, his big cock ready for me.

That day I was wearing a skirt with high slits, so I pulled it up and turned my back towards Mr. Steele. Of course, I was not wearing any underwear but for my sexy hold-up stockings. I slowly backed up, squatting, aligning my soaking wet slit with his ready alpha cock. I felt the entire head of his cock sink into my pussy, stretching my outer lips, being secured deep enough, and it could not slip out anymore. It could only go deeper. I let my skirt drop, covering our action, and I placed my hands on the armrests to brace myself for the penetration.

As I was still partially hovering with my pussy over his cock, having only the big red head inside of me, your dad appeared in front of us with our drinks. He asked me why I was on Mr. Steele’s lap, and I answered him, "You dumb little weenie, there are only two chairs, so we reserved one for you."

"You are too kind." Your dad quickly replied, a bit ashamed of his mistake and false interpretation.

"Thank you, Mr. Steele, for giving my girlfriend the chance to sit on your lap. "I misunderstood the situation, and I am glad you could make this arrangement."

"You do understand that I have to move her up and down and lift her from my legs in order to keep my blood circulating?" Mr. Steele said to your dad.

"Of course, Sir, I fully understand, and I am sure that April will happily assist you with the vertical movements."

Mr. Steele grabbed me by the waist with his big hands and, at the same time, told my boyfriend to put our drinks on the couch table because he had to help his girlfriend to get installed properly. Your dad did as he was told and sat opposite us on the other side of the table, in his chair. I kept looking at your dad as I had that big, swollen cockhead inside me, my pussy begging for more.

Mr. Steele now spoke to your dad and said, "Tell her to sit down all the way." Tell her to enjoy it as much as possible and to get used to my hardness."

"Yes, honey, no need to be cautious here. Would you like to slowly sit down all the way? See if the seating arrangement works for you?" my little cuck asked.

"Let me try," I answered your dad and turned my head toward Mr. Steele. "Will you help me with my seating arrangement?"

"I'd love to," Mr. Steele replied. "We might have to rearrange you a couple of times and perhaps move a bit if my legs get tired."

Finally! I was going to be filled with his massive rod, my pussy already lubricating heavily his manhood, preparing it for the deep penetration of my willing love tunnel. I lowered myself slowly, and his mighty girth was already making my cunt walls scream from pleasure as his throbbing shaft sank inch after inch deeper inside me. Your dad saw the mixed expressions of pain and pleasure on my face, my frowning, my mouth open, silently whispering "OHs!"

"Are you hurt?" your dad asked.

"Noooo... I am good." I was able to say, as the fat cock stretched me wider than any cock ever before, "I am soooo good."

Right then the fat cockhead passed completely through my ring of cunt muscles and sort of "plopped" into me, making my cunt walls clamp down on the shaft right after the mushroom head.

I simply groaned; the sensation of being penetrated by such a beast was overwhelming, and I completely forgot where I was.

"You have a winner here." Mr. Steele said to your dad as he pulled me down. "She knows how to take things and open up so she can handle them. Right now, she is handling me very well."

His phallus was now halfway, and I let out a loud pleasure moan. Your dad jumped up, with a worried look on his face, and quickly walked up to us, grabbing my hands to help me lower myself. He encouraged me by saying, "You can do this!"

Mr. Steele addressed your dad, thanking him for helping his girlfriend get a superior seating arrangement on his lap. "You don’t see many caring boyfriends anymore," he praised him as he was helping me to cheat right in front of him.

As I sank deeper on his magnificent cock, I had the urge to kiss your dad so he could feel my battle tremors as that large shaft was invading that thirsty cunt of mine. I leaned forward and whispered, "Kiss me." Your dad reacted over-excitedly because so far, I had never kissed him in public. Some men from his company even doubted if I was his girlfriend at all. Especially after sucking their balls empty.

He started with a silly teenager kiss, with his mouth closed, giving me a peck on my lips, but I quickly inserted my tongue inside his mouth, sharing the salty taste of Mr. Steele´s cock with him. Your dad gave me a surprised look, not expecting the salty taste, but I held his hands strongly in mine so there was no way he could escape. Right then I sank deeper on that glorious cock, and I squeezed your dad´s hands very hard, moaning inside his mouth.

"Just a little bit more." Mr. Steele told us, "I am almost there."

I just couldn’t wait anymore and simply lifted my legs from the floor, my own weight impaling myself balls deep. I grunted. I lost myself completely to the pleasure I was experiencing. So many different sensations all at once: the length and girth of his massive cock, your dad holding my hands as I cheated on him, the public space, and the dominant alpha male simply taking me as the slut I am. It was truly overwhelming, Lika!

"Good girl," Mr. Steele praised me. "You like?"

"Ooooohh... yessss!" I could somehow say.

"You can let her go now." He said to your dad, "She is firmly docked on me." "But pass us our drinks so we can sip from them, as long as we still can."

I didn’t understand what Paul meant, but as a good boyfriend I was eager to please.

My girlfriend apparently understood what he meant and gave me a provocative look. She then looked at Mr. Steele and said, "I will get my fluids later."

"Is that so?" Mr. Steele asked her, grinning.

"I hope so. I am a very thirsty girl, Mr. Steele."

"I promise to guzzle you. Will you drink it all?"

"I can swallow a lot."

I let her hands go and sat down again. He was taking such great care of April! I give him his beer first; somehow it felt like following orders, but in a nice way, and just as I wanted to give April her cocktail, she said, "I think I might get a little cramp." April said to no one in particular, "I need to rock back and forth." And she started moving her pelvis in the same way as somebody rides a horse. I think she got some smoke in her eyes because most of the time they were closed. Her mouth made silent "Oh's," and I was happy that she was having fun tonight; even if it was my birthday party, it is all about sharing the fun, don’t you think?

April must have had several cramps because her "horseback riding," as I called it, got more serious, moving her pelvis in a rhythmic, coordinated thrusting, using a combination of forward-and-backward tilting and alternating it with grinding motions. She was speeding up too. As if she tried to reach something. Poor girl for not having her own chair, I thought.

"Did you bring the chicken wings?" Mr. Steele asked me right then.

"Oh, I forgot to bring them; I will get them right away!" I replied and left quickly, avoiding any further remarks of not being able to carry out a simple task. As I reached the bar counter, they were gone. I had to order them again and wait another 20 minutes. I simply sat there on a bar stool, waiting and watching from afar as my girlfriend desperately tried to avoid cramps by wildly grinding on Mr. Steele's lap. But I think her action was futile, because even from where I was sitting, I suddenly could hear her scream his name as her entire body shuddered. From the spasms she experienced, she let herself fall backward against Mr. Steele's broad chest, her breathing ragged, and she had a shiny, thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Just then, I got distracted because my order had arrived, and as I turned around towards the counter to pay for it, for a second I thought I saw my girlfriend turn her head and French-kiss Mr. Steele. I wanted to look at them again, but the barman repeated loudly, "12 dollars, sir!" So, I smiled at him as I dug up my wallet and paid with my credit card. Somehow, the receipt was stuck in the machine, and it took at least 5 or 10 minutes before the bartender could fix it and hand it over to me.

As I turned around again and walked towards them, they were sipping from their drinks. A waiter was standing next to Mr. Steele and gave him a plastic card and explained something to him. First, I thought it was a hotel room card, but that couldn’t be; it was probably his credit card.

Once the waiter left, I saw Mr. Steele whispering something in April's ear. It looked like a question he asked her, and April nodded "yes" wildly. He asked something else, and April nodded, "No." I don’t know what he asked, but her reply made him look surprised. I was now approaching them close enough to overhear some parts of their conversation and saw that Mr. Steele quickly found his composure, and with a superior, slightly dominant look in his eyes, he said something that sounded like "Tonight I will clock you up." Which I didn’t understand because we all had watches. April reacted to what he had said with another shudder, answering him as she was nodding yes to him with something that sounded like, "My little comb is ready for you."

"Here are the chicken wings!" I loudly announced them, proud of having achieved the task for Mr. Steele.

"I need a very big favor from you, and I won’t forget about it." Mr. Steele addressed me. "I need you to go to the office and pick up my laptop. Can you do that? It is very important to me."

I was speechless. It was my birthday party. I didn’t say anything for a minute, but I calmed down again, thinking that the office was only 50 minutes away from here, so I should be back around 3 AM. I nodded, saying, "Yes, I can."

"Good. We will stay here and wait for you. I will entertain your girlfriend," Mr. Steele replied.

"How will you entertain me?" April asked him in a flirting tone. "Are you going to give me a little present I get to keep?" giving Mr. Steele a lustful look. "Will I be expecting a little bundle of joy from you?"

I thought they had the weirdest names for cocktails these days. "Sex on the Beach," "Slow Comfortable Screw Against the Wall," "Leg Spreader," and now this new one I have never heard of, this so-called "Bundle of Joy." Normally, I would think we were talking babies here, but we were in a bar, so I quickly dismissed the thought.

"I better get going then," I said, and stood up, walking towards the door. Outside, I turned left, passing on my left several windows of the bar while already searching in my pockets for my car keys. My car was at least 3 blocks away, but I like to have the car keys in my hand. As I passed the third window, I looked through it and saw my girlfriend and Mr. Steele walk towards the stairs. Silly them! The toilets are the other way! I grinned at their naivety. My supervisor wasn’t that smart after all.

But I had to admit it; he was a true gentleman. As they reached the stairs, he was so polite to indicate for my girlfriend to go first by putting his hand on her butt and gently pushing her in front of him. He forgot that as she was walking up the stairs in front of him, he would have a perfect look at her swaying butt, but even the biggest gentleman can make tiny mistakes. Halfway up the stairs, April stopped, and as she was looking over her shoulder at Mr. Steele, she said something to him. She must have had issues with the zipper of her skirt because she wiggled her butt in front of him, and he quickly opened the zipper all the way, giving him a good view of the white tan lines on her bronze, pear-shaped butt. I guess he couldn’t fix the problem, because April continued walking up the stairs with her skirt half open. Anyway, I had a different task before me and continued walking towards my car.

As I drove towards the office, the next catastrophe happened: the bridge was closed due to repairs, and I had to drive all the way to the East Bridge, adding at least 2 hours to my itinerary. But I was in a good mood; we had a good time so far in the bar, and my thoughts started drifting back to the other day, as I arrived home earlier than usual, and a van with three or four guys just drove away. I saw my daughter Lika standing in the doorway, wearing her bathrobe, waving them goodbye.

As I got out of my car and I walked up to the house, I realized that Lika was wearing high heels, which I found odd, because I would have expected her to wear flip-flops with a bathrobe. And she looked worn out. It was a bit weird she was home already because I thought she had to work today. Lika was making an extra buck at a part-time job she had found, but she never told me where exactly she was working or what her job consisted of.

But she was making very good money, since I found a lot of cash on her nightstand as I was cleaning her room. I found several elastic bands with 100 USD bills, and this was just one day of work. She must have had special projects because she forgot to lock her electronic planner, and I could see a fully booked calendar, but instead of the typical project or task names or anything recognizable at all, it had entries such as “500—home" or “1000—hotel."

I was so proud! She was now working both in a home office and at a hotel. I had a very warm feeling, my 18-year-old daughter offering the world her great assets and working as a true professional! Thanks to my girlfriend, my daughter's development was amazing. I was also thankful for April to lead Lika into the international business world.

For example, the other Friday morning, Lika and April were getting ready for some kind of high-class event, I believe a millionaire’s auction, and they spent hours preparing in the main bathroom. They already told me they would be gone for the entire weekend, first getting their boxes ready for that auction and afterwards enjoying the company of the winning bidders. I didn’t know they had valuable objects for the auction, but they mentioned something like “young sculptures with orifices." Art had never been my thing, and I was certainly not into that “expensive words - contemporary art” stuff.

I don’t know what you could bid on, but both girls were very excited. As I was sitting in the kitchen drinking my coffee, I sometimes heard some words or half sentences coming out of the main bathroom from their aroused chatting. Things like "shave," “real handcuffs," "Arabs," "chains," and “48 hours."

As an understanding boyfriend and caring father, I was now always using the smaller guest’s bathroom. I was getting used to sleeping alone in the guest’s bedroom anyway, so it made sense to use the guest's bathroom, which was right next to it.

Lika would now permanently sleep in the master bedroom with April. Sometimes, as I would walk by, I could hear the great girlfriend bonding they had, such as giggles when they were exchanging jokes or moaning whenever they were watching romantic soaps.

But that very morning, I was a bit late for work, and I had to hurry. In the last instant I saw April getting ready in the master bedroom for that auction, and she greeted me enthusiastically. She had applied a lot of mascara and a dark red lipstick. Besides that, she had dressed in very sexy lingerie. She was wearing a black open-cup bra, which put her breasts on full display; a matching black garter with black stockings; high heels; and a very transparent, open-crotch slip. A black choker around her neck completed the picture.

I stopped in my tracks, seeing how sexy my girlfriend was. As she walked towards the bedroom's window to have a look outside, she stood there for a moment in the morning sunlight, and I could see through her thigh gap her protruding pussy lips. I tried to find the right words, but right then my daughter barged in, wearing the same outfit. The only difference was the bright red lipstick, which made her look like a young whore. I was a bit shocked that my young daughter would have such lingerie; I guess they went shopping together. I tried to find composure, telling myself, “She is an adult," and “be a modern father," and "relax."

“I found the camera!” Lika said, speaking out loud. “Now we can get a higher price!” she proudly added. Both girls somehow ignored me, and Lika started taking pictures of April, who took a wide-legged stance in the sunlight, with her back towards my daughter. You could not see her face, but you could now clearly see her shaven pussy mound and the extended outer lips. I was still perplexed by the sexiness as my daughter stepped in between us, taking more photos, and I had the chance to secretly observe my daughter's outfit.

I don’t know what aroused me more; was it the elegant sluttiness of my girlfriend or the whorish look of my young daughter? Fact is, my weenie got hard. I was still standing there as Lika bumped into me, distracted by the pictures she was taking. But she did feel my little bump.

“Dad!” she yelled. “Did I get you hard?”

Before I could answer, April turned around to have a look too. She grinned, knowing. She quickly whispered something in my daughter's ear, and as Lika looked at my hard-on again, she giggled, whispering something back and nodding.

“I have to go to work.” I quickly said to no one in particular and urgently left the room.

“See you on Monday!” April shouted after me.

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Back to now.

They made a long shopping list for me, and off I went. Before I left, I heard my young daughter Lika mention to my girlfriend April that at the BBQ "she wanted her first spit roast."

"Oh, you will love it," April answered. "There is nothing better than having so much meat."

"Have you had one before?" Lika asked.

"Honey, I even tried to have one at the cinema," April replied. "You can have a double or a triple. Once you have those large rods inside, the men will take care of the rest. Nothing yummier!"

As a modern husband, I knew exactly what my girlfriend meant: men are obsessed with meat at BBQs and will take care of everything, not allowing the women to do any cooking. I didn’t know about this "triple spit roast thing," but I guess it was just a variation on the classic style...

To be continued.