{ASS} Dawson's Freak, 3/5 PRED-TV WB

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"You really shouldn't be here." Dawson Leary glanced
nervously about before turning back to Eve Whitman. "I'll be the
judge of that," she answered with a bold, almost mocking smile.
Moments before, to Dawson's utter shock, she had suddenly
appeared, climbing through his bedroom window dressed only in a blue
sports bra and cut-off denim shorts. Dawson himself was in his
underwear, Eve having caught him mid-wardrobe change. His school
trousers lay on his bed, and he'd just been stepping into his own pair
of cut-offs when she materialized.
"Do you mind?" he snapped at her. With absolutely no shame at
all, she was staring directly at his hardening cock through the cotton
of his Hanes jockey shorts.
"You are such the jockey-type guy," she laughed, still not
tearing her eyes away. She licked her lips across her Cheshire Cat
grin, and Dawson could just feel her mentally gauging the dimensions
of his teenage manhood. "How the hell did you get this uptight THIS
young?" she asked him point blank.
"I don't think it's uptight at all to desire a little privacy
while changing one's clothes." Dawson always spoke in more awkward,
complex sentences when he got flustered. Lately that had been
happening a lot around Eve Whitman.
"Lose the shorts, stud." She glided across the room in an
instant, and before Dawson could even react her fingers were gripping
the elastic waistband of his shorts. "Now let's see what we've got to
work with here." She tugged at his shorts.
"Eve .." he tried to stop her, but she was too quick for him.
An instant later, his hard, five-inch prick snapped to full attention.
"Ooo, he's cute," Eve purred as she stroked his stalk
skillfully.
"E..Eve .." Dawson stammered when she pulled the loose
cock-skin up his stiff shaft and over his bloated dick-helmet.
"Please .."
"Sh," she put the index finger of her other hand over his
trembling lips. "We both knew this was coming, sparky. So just relax
and enjoy." She pumped him with a few more vicious strokes, and he
felt a familiar stinging sensation in his balls. Before he could do
anything to stop it, a spurt of hot cum burped out his flared
piss-hole and bathed Eve's hand and wrist. "Okay, it works," she
laughed, scooping up a gob of his spunk in her fingers.
She raised the hand to her lips and licked at the sticky spew
like it was vanilla frosting. She then thrust her cum-drenched
fingers into his quivering mouth, forcing a small bit between his lips
before he jerked his head away and spit out the salty trace.
"Oh, come on, Dawson," she chided him, sticking her fingers
back in his mouth. "It's finger lickin' good."
"You are really warped." He tried to push away, but she had
grabbed his still-hard cock with her other hand.
"Hey it's cool," she wrinkled her nose at him. "That just
leaves more for me." She went back to licking and slurping his scum
with her Cheshire Cat grin. "I just love teenage boys," she giggled
as she tugged his hard cock. "Take a licking and keep on ticking.
Only I haven't really given you a licking yet, have I ..?" she
laughed. A split second later, she was on her knees with his cock in
her mouth.
Eve had given Dawson a blow-job once before. He'd been
piloting his father's boat, and her oral ministrations had caused him
to lose his concentration. The result was a wrecked boat, and some
serious lecturing by his father. This time, however, there was
nothing to distract him. So Dawson just relaxed and enjoyed the
sensation of her warm, wet mouth as it inhaled his sturdy teenage
cock.
Eve had obviously performed this feet before and with more
formidable men because she took all of his cock in her mouth without
even a moment's hesitation. She pumped the shaft with her one hand
and massaged his balls with the other. Meanwhile, he could feel his
entire length slide into her gulping mouth until he was all the way
in. He could feel his balls graze her chin, and when he looked down
at her she stared up with a cock-filled smirk, just like a porno
starlet from one of the videos Pacey was always watching.
"Hmmmmmmm," she began to hum, her throat sending a delicious
tremor down his dick stalk that reverberated inside his balls.
"Oh, that feels exceptionally nice," Dawson's awkward language
filter had flipped into the "off" position again. "Uhh," he gasped
when she began snorkling his cock again, this time slamming her face
up and down the shaft while the spit drooled from her glossy lips.
As Eve sucked him feverishly, he ran his hands through her
short blonde hair, thrilling to the luxurious feeling. If only he
could spend the rest of his life in exactly this moment, his entire
being engulfed in the warm, wet, sucking mouth of this beautiful,
exasperating femme fatale. This was the greatest moment in his young
life, and as he experienced every raw sensation he doubted there would
ever be another moment that would even come close. "I'm king of the
world!" he howled.
"More like the king of being grounded," a voice cut into his
fantasy-cum-to-life.
"Dad?" Dawson turned around and froze when he saw his father's
face.
"Hi!" Eve piped up with a cheery smirk, then resumed sucking.
"Eve?!" Dawson tried to push her away.
"I'm not finished yet," she snapped back. "A girl needs her
protein, you know," she winked at Mitch Leary.
"Who the hell are you?" Mitch asked, more astounded by Eve's
audacity than outraged.
"Eve." She stood up, wiped the gobs of drool and pre-cum from
her mouth with her hand, which she then extended to Mitch Leary. "Eve
Whitman."
Before Mitch Leary could shrink back, the girl had grasped his
hand, squishing the slimy concoction into his rough, callused skin.
Momentarily distracted, he didn't realize what her other hand was
doing until too late. In a second, she had snaked her thin fingers up
the leg of Coach Leary's shorts, tickling the plum-sized head of his
thick, hard prick. Helpless in her grasp, Mitch Leary could only
watch as the girl who had just been fellating his son mere moments ago
now peeled back the leg of his shorts. While he and Dawson gasped in
unison, Eve pulled the man's entire formidable package out through the
opening.
At full erection, Mitch Leary's hearty cock measured a thick,
juicy eight-and-a-half inches. His hairy balls were equally as
impressive, hanging down low and virile between his legs. "Now this
is a beautiful set," she licked her lips. "See this, Dawson ..?" she
turned back to the teenager and presented his father's cock for
inspection. "This is a man's cock. Too bad you didn't inherit this
et of genes."
Dawson's face reddened, and he tried to hide his smaller,
boy-sized dick from his father's eyes. But Eve reached out with her
other hand and grabbed Dawson's prick. She tugged it hard and Dawson
had no choice but to stagger forward, sandwiching Eve between the
Leary men.
"Come on, sissy boy, feel your daddy's big hard cock." Eve
dug her sharp fingernails into Dawson's scrotum, and the teen winced.
"TAKE HOLD of your father's dick!" she snarled, twisting his nut sack
until he thought his testicles might burst. "DO IT!"
"Son .." Mitch started, but Eve's sharp fingernails cut him
off. He winced as her razor-sharp claws dug into his tender scrotal
flesh and raked his balls.
"I'll rip both your nuts off unless you do as I say," she
hissed. "Now you stand still," she squeezed Mitch's balls, "and you
take your father's big, thick cock in your hands. NOW!" She yanked
at Dawson's nut sack, and the pain buckled his knees. With trembling
hands, he reached out and grasped his father's hard, rampant prick.
"That's a good boy," she cooed in Dawson's ear while she clawed at his
nuts.
"You .. said you'd let go," he whimpered, tears streaming from
his eyes. "Please .. let go. You're hurting me."
"Jack it off," she smirked. "Jack off your father's big hard
dick, Dawson." She sneered when she said his name. "You know you
want to."
"Stop it." Mitch tried to push away, but she tore the soft
tissue of his scrotum, and he quickly relented.
"Do it, or I'll tear his nuts off," she cackled at Dawson.
"Or maybe you'd like to see that .. me tear your father's big hairy
nuts off ..? You've got to be jealous of him with a big dick like
that. Look how puny this is," she flicked Dawson's cock playfully
with her hand, and it bobbed up and down. "Daddy has a big
slut-fucker, and little Dawson doesn't have shit between his legs.
You ever GET a girl close to you, Dawson, and when she sees Big Daddy
here she'll dump your little white pinkie dick like a losing lottery
ticket. Hey!" she suddenly laughed. "Maybe that's what happened with
old Joey, huh, Dawson ..? Maybe little Joey got a load of what Daddy
here was packing in his swim trunks, and she decided to go for the
grand prize instead of the Kewpie doll. How about it, daddy? You've
seen that skinny little piece of ass from across the creek, haven't
you ..?" She twisted Mitch's balls now until his knees buckled, too.
"You'd fuck little Joey, wouldn't you, Mitch ..? You'd give little
Joey some of this big meaty cock, wouldn't you ..?"
"Stop it," Dawson bawled. "You're hurting him."
"That's because you're not jacking him off, and he's not
answering my question." Eve yanked Mitch's balls hard, and he gasped
in pain. "Castration really hurts," Eve observed. "Especially this
way."
"Stop this .." Dawson blubbered.
"JACK IT OFF!" she barked, tugging at Mitch's balls again
while he huffed in agony. "NOW!"
Dawson closed his eyes, bit his lip and started pumping his
father's cock slowly, feeling the turgid veiny length pulse against
his sweaty palms and fingers. "I'm .. so .. sorry .." he sobbed as he
stroked Mitch's cock.
"Get some spit on it," Eve hissed. "A big dick like that
needs some slime on it to lube it up." She tore at Mitch's balls
again, and he groaned. "Spit on it. I knew you want to. Spit on
Daddy's big old dick and get it all nice and juicy. DO IT!"
Dawson obeyed before she could hurt his father again. He
hockered on his father's golf-ball sized cock-head and smeared the
spit around with his palm, just like he'd done with his own boyish
cock so many nights under the covers. He felt his father's cock rear
into life like a small, ferocious beats, and despite his revulsion he
felt his nostrils flare, drinking in the odor of male sex that now
filled the room.
"Wow, that's really good, Dawson," Eve giggled as she saw
Dawson begin to work his hand across the sweat-slickened shaft. "You
like the feel of daddy's big hard dick in your little boy hands, don't
you ..?" She raked her nails across Dawson's own balls now. "DON'T
YOU!"
"Yes .." he wept, not knowing what else to say. Dawson looked
in his father's eyes and saw not only tears of pain but tears of shame
- shame in himself for being so vulnerable before his son, and shame
at his son for being so weak and effeminate.
"This is what Joey wants to do with your Daddy," Eve kept at
Dawson. "This is what she thinks about every night under her covers.
She sticks her little slut fingers up her tight virgin pussy, and she
diddles her little clit thinking about your Daddy's big hard dick
FUCKING the shit out of her skinny little asshole. You think about
that, too, don't you, Big Boy ..?" She kicked at Mitch, and he cursed
her under his breath. "The whole time your boy here was going with
Joey Potter, you fantasized about fucking that tight, virgin ass,
didn't you ..? Busting that sweet little high school cherry ..? You
knew your son wasn't man enough to do it himself, didn't you ..? You
knew how puny his little pinkie dick was, and you knew he'd never be
able to satisfy a hot piece of ass like little Joey. So you watched
and waited for an opportunity to make your move and show the little
slut what a real man could do for her. Didn't you, Daddy?"
"No .." Mitch gasped, "you fucking bitch."
"TELL THE TRUTH, DADDY!" she howled at him, ripping his
scrotum so hard that the wrinkled skin stretched and tore. "Tell your
son how you jacked off every night dreaming about piledriving that
huge cock of yours up Joey Potter's as and blasting her open like an
overripe peach. TELL HIM, or I'll rip your son's pitiful excuse for a
manhood RIGHT OFF! I will castrate your son right now, and it will be
YOUR fault, Daddy. Poor Dawson, half a man for the rest of his life."
She ripped at Dawson's balls now, and he staggered beneath the pain,
bleating like a stuck lamb.
"YES!" Mitch hissed. "I did. I .. I thought about Joey," he
finally admitted.
"You never thought your son was man enough for her, did you
.?" Eve pressed.
"No," Mitch bawled, trying to hide his eyes from his son.
"You think your son is a fairy, don't you ..?" Eve badgered
Mitch. "DON'T YOU?"
"Y..yes," Mitch blubbered, the sound of his bawling drowning
out Dawson's heaving sobs.
Both men stood there bawling like babies, completely at the
mercy of the merciless blonde bitch goddess who now cackled with glee.
'That was fun, wasn't it ..?" She suddenly let go of their nut-sacks
and stepped back. "Very cathartic, wouldn't you say."
"You are fucking sick!" Dawson hissed at her as he rubbed his
tender scrotum. "You are .."
"FUCKING HORNY," she smiled, lifting off her sports bra and
revealing a firm, ripe pair of B-cup tits. Her nipples jetted out
like fleshy pink bullets. "Come and get it boys," she smirked as she
slid off her cut-offs. She had no panties on underneath, and her wet
sex practically steamed in the damp evening air. "Give the little
bitch what she deserves."
"I'll fucking give you what you deserve!" Mitch Leary snapped.
A second later he was towering above the slender, naked blonde, his
open hand crashing against her jaw and sending her toppling to the
floor.
"Oh, that's it, baby .. YEAH!" She held her jaw and smiled.
"Give it to me."
"You fucking psycho bitch!" Mitch rained three more blows
across Eve's pretty face until it swelled with purplish bruises.
"Grab her arms, Dawson!" he ordered his son.
"Dad!"
"DO IT NOW!" Mitch picked his son up by the scruff of his
neck. "Be a man for once in your goddamn life. GRAB HER ARMS!"
Terrified at his father's rage, Dawson did as he was told. He
stepped behind Eve, grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back.
"That's it, baby. ROUGHER!" she hissed.
"I'll show you fucking rough, you little cunt." Mitch yanked
her face up by her hair. "Throw her on the bed, on her stomach.
NOW!" he screamed at his son.
Dawson hesitated.
"Your little sissy son isn't man enough to rape me, Daddy."
Eve spit at Mitch's hard cock, the hocker hanging on the end of his
cockhead like a slimy icicle. "Are you, faggot?" she taunted Dawson.
"I think he really liked pumping your big cock, Daddy. Maybe he wants
to try to tomorrow with his little boyfriend, Pacey. Or better yet,
your star receiver, the cocksucker - what's his name again? Come on,
Dawson, help me here. What's your little butt-buddy's name?"
"CUNT!" Dawson shrieked. In a second, Eve Whitman was being
driven down onto the bed, her stomach pressed into the mattress and
her face mashed into one of Dawson's pillows. Dawson's knee cut
between her shoulder blades and pressed the air out of her kicking
body.
"That's it, son, show the cunt who's boss. Show her who's a
man," Mitch Leary cheered Dawson on.
"You fucking cunt .. you fucking cunt," Dawson repeated over
and over again, bouncing up and down on Eve and shoving her face
deeper into the pillow.
"Hold her right there. Right like that," Mitch instructed his
only son. "Keep suffocating her. I'm going to rape her ass now.
Watch this, son," he barked at Dawson. "Watch how a real man rapes a
cunt."
Dawson turned to look at his father as he swaggered up to
Eve's naked, svelte ass. Eve was laughing now, the sound of her mirth
enraging Dawson beyond the point of all reason. He buried Eve's
giggling face in the pillow until she was gasping for air.
"Here's what you want, cunt," Mitch taunted Eve, slapping her
tanned toned ass-cheeks while she squirmed about the mattress fighting
for air. Mitch's thick, eight-and-a-half inch rape saber hovered
just at the edges of Eve's pouting pussy lips. He took her svelte ass
in both hands and parted the narrow, toned cheeks as wide as they
could go. Her pussy and asshole were now splayed before him like the
entrails of dressed deer. Mitch jammed his hand up her dripping dick
ditch and scooped out a healthy coating of the teenager's hot fuck
sauce. "Do you see this, son?" he showed Dawson his glistening hand.
"The cunt is wet. She knows she's about to get her skinny, suntanned
ass raped, and she's all wet and excited just thinking about it.
FUCKING CUNT," he balled his wet hand into a fist and punched it hard
into Eve's privates.
"Ugghhh .." she gurgled, struggling for air against the
pillow.
"FUCKING CUNTS LOVE pain," Mitch explained as he continued
pounding his fist into Eve's gaping pussy and ass hole. "All of them!
I used to beat your mother's cunt and ass like this." He laughed as
he finally punched his fist between Eve's tight cunt lips. His hand
ripped up through her womb, past his knuckles, all the way to his
wrist. "This cunt is really wet," he grinned. "She's a real little
pain pig," he observed. He drove his fist in even deeper then started
shaking Eve's impaled body on his arm like a flesh puppet. "Fist up
her fucking cunt .." he grunted, stepping up on the bed with one leg
and resting his plum-sized cock-head against her vulnerable asshole, "
.. and cock up her tight, dry asshole!"
Eve's muffled screeches shook the bed as Mitch Leary stabbed
his cock down into the tight ring of her sphincter. He took a deep
breath then slammed her with every ounce of strength he possessed.
His cock gutted her anal cavity and caved it in. He pressed all his
weight and muscle into his eight-and-half-inch fuck-tusk, eviscerating
her shit chute while he continued fisting her young cunt with a
ruthless fury.
"How's that, cunt?" he howled in Eve's ear. "That's what you
wanted, wasn't it ..? To be treated like the worthless fuck toy you
are ..?"
"Ygghh," she bawled, barely able to breathe now as Mitch
double-stuffed and crush-fucked her lithe, tanned body.
"You see, son, this is how a real man rapes a cunt," Mitch
explained to his wide-eyed son. "He rapes her so hard she becomes a
drooling little fuck puddle just begging for more cock, pleading for
it harder, rougher. Cunts want you to tear them up inside and show
them no mercy. The only thing they really want is pain. They want to
be beaten and treated like the worthless whores they are. If you
can't take a woman, rape her, and then make her beg you for it, you're
not a real man."
Sweat was pouring down Mitch Leary's face now as he savagely
grunt-fucked Eve's asshole and fisted her once tight pussy. Lack of
oxygen and the savage double-thrashing of her fuck holes had sent Eve
Whitman into tremors of orgasmic ecstasy. She moaned in anguish,
bucking her hips back to receive more abuse from the strong, hung
football coach. Dawson watched the whole scene in absolute
fascination, slowing it down in his mind and studying it frame by
frame, like one of the classic boxing sequences from Raging Bull. It
was so primal, so utterly devoid of humanity and dignity. His father
raping the heart-stopping blonde like a lifeless blow-up doll, and Eve
riding the storm of his father's carnal fury with no regard for her
own life .. only her pending climax.
"Auughhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned into the pillow. Her thin
legs kicked about wildly, and her whole body constricted and contorted
in orgasmic agony.
"You did it .." Dawson looked at his father in awe. "You
raped her, and she came. Oh my God .." A thousand light bulbs went
off in Dawson's brain as he saw his father rut around inside Eve
Whitman like a wild boar goring his prey. Eve thrashed about on the
mattress like a cerebral palsy patient. Dawson pressed down hard on
the girl's neck and thrilled to the feel of her cracking vertebrae.
"FUCK YOU CUNT!" Mitch spit on Eve's butt-cheeks as he thrust
his cock inside her ass all the way up to his balls. Buried to the
hilt, Mitch savagely pumped round after round of blistering spunk into
her ravaged anal cavity. "When a real man rapes a cunt, he makes sure
he cums when HE wants to, not when she does," he explained. "When
you're raping a cunt, she'll pray that you get off quick. She'll do
anything to try to get you to finish before. Her body is betraying
her, and she knows she's going to cum, and that kills her inside. If
you can get a cunt to cum first, then keep fucking her until YOU
decide to cum for yourself, you'll have not only raped her body but
her fucking SOUL!"
As if she was following his father's cues, Eve now writhed
about like a mindless fuck zombie, sliding her hips back and forth and
hammering Mitch's prick in and out of her intestines. Her svelte,
toned ass was now totally blasted open. It sucked Mitch's thick dick
into its inner sanctum while simultaneously farting out his cum and
her loose bloody shit.
"That's it, whore, milk it. Milk my big dick with your tight
teenage ass." Mitch ripped his fist out of her guts and began beating
her ass-cheeks while he continued slamming his spent rod into her
blasted ass. "Here son, its your turn now," he gasped, finally
withdrawing his shit and blood-stained cock. "It's your turn to rape
this cunt and become a man."