“Now I’m sorry, Mr. Biddle. But I got plans.”
“Plans?”
“Scored me two tickets to the smash ‘em up derby. Good seats, too.”
“You know what,” Sue Ellen said. “You can take my seat, Daddy. And I’ll stay home.”
“I don’t think so, Sue Ellen,” Justin said. “Maybe we’ll all just stay home. One big happy family.”
“Okay.”
“Is there a game on tonight, Mr. Biddle?”
“I think so.”
“Good. You sit on down there in your favourite chair, and I’ll be right back. Gotta get something from my truck.”
“You sit down, Daddy. You relax,” Sue Ellen said.
Big Mack Biddle walked to his recliner, gave a funny eye to Sue Ellen, peered out his window at Justin, then turned to the TV set.
Sue Ellen thought how handsome her daddy looked in his favourite recliner.
Justin walked back inside, his brown eyes wide and a crooked smile covered his face. He walked up behind Mack Biddle and grabbed his arms.
“Ouch. What are you doing?”
Justin took an elastic doohickey and snapped it to Mack’s right arm, then yanked it behind the chair and clasped it tightly to his other hand.
“What in tarnation are you up to, Justin!”
“Sue Ellen, tie up his legs.”
Kimi-Sue began to cry again in her swing.
“Why?” Sue Ellen asked. “Why you gotta hurt him?”
“I ain’t hurtin’ him.”
Justin leaned down and took another doohickey clasp and fastened Big Mack Biddle’s left leg to the leg of the chair. Then did the same to his right.
Sue Ellen walked over slowly and tilted her head. “Are you okay, Daddy?”
“No. I’m not okay. Get me outta here.”
“I’m tired of those googoo eyes you always givin’ him,” Justin said. “I’m sick and tired of you lovin’ him more than me.”
“But he’s my daddy. You know I love him.”
“What in heavens are you talking ‘bout?” Big Mack Biddle said.
“Let’s go, Sue Ellen. What chu waiting for?”
Sue Ellen just stood there. Looking at Justin, then at her daddy, then at little Kimi-Sue, then back at Justin.
Justin threw up his arms and cried, “Come on now. I gotta do everything?” He unbuckled Big Mack’s belt and pulled at his pants. He looked at Sue Ellen, folded his arms and said, “Well go on. Get to it.”
Sue Ellen hiked up her denim skirt, and dropped her panties.
“What the…”
She hopped onto the chair and straddled Big Mack Biddle.
“That’s my baby girl,” Justin said. “Do it just like we planned. Just like I always promised you. I know’d you wuz hot for your daddy from the first day I met you.”
Sue Ellen reached down and grabbed Mack Biddle’s big mac; it was twice the size of Justin’s, just like the rest of him. She slid it in and began to bounce.
“Sue Ellen,” he shouted. “Stop. This is fuckin’ sick!”
“Don’t listen to him, baby girl. You know it feels right.” Justin sat down on the nearby couch and reached into his own pants. Sue Ellen suddenly realized Justin’s cock was tiny compared to her daddy’s beautifully big bulge.
Sue Ellen looked at her daddy and caressed his face. “Don’t you know how much I love you, Daddy?”
“I love you too, baby. But not like this.”
His cock slipped out. And Sue Ellen stopped bouncing.
“What?” Justin asked as he cut off the cobra clutch caressing his cock. “Why you stoppin’?” When she stood up, he answered his own question. “Aw, shit. He done gone limp.”
Kimi-Sue wailed in her swing as Big Mack Biddle said, “That’s enough, Sue Ellen.” He shifted and shook in his bonds, but they were snug and tight. He tried to hop up in his chair, but couldn’t quite get to his feet.
“Lick his balls,” Justin said.
“Please, Sue Ellen. Don’t,” Big Mack Biddle said. As she bent down towards him he tried to stand up, and twisted in his chair, but instead fell backwards, taking Sue Ellen to the ground with him.
Justin sat back down on the couch, laughing and began to manhandle his mangy, meagre meat again. “Nice one, Big Mack. Now lick his balls and get him hard again, baby girl.”
“Yes, Big Booby Bobby.”
Sue Ellen licked Big Mack Biddle’s bursting balls by the bottom with a blustery boost of bombast.
His voice whined, “Please stop, Sue Ellen, baby, please.” But his cock told Sue Ellen a whole other story. It was back at full attention. And Big Mack Biddle’s manhood at full attention was just the most awe-inspiring, mesmerizing and beautiful thing she’d ever laid her eyes on.
“That’s it, baby girl. Jump back on that shit and ride that horse into the sunset,” Justin shouted.
Big Mack continued to wiggle within the fallen-down chair, but he couldn’t skirt free. Sue Ellen scuffed up on top of him and grabbed his glorious gong-mallet. Now bigger than before, she could barely get it all in, but as gravity forced her down, his cock went up up up, to the depths of her insides.
Suddenly, she couldn’t even contain herself. Her mouth started moving, but she was like that green psycho-kid in the Exorcist and the devil was doin’ the talkin’.
“Yeah, Daddy!” she yelled. “Fuck me like a porn star!”
“Woohoo!” Justin yelled as he whacked away at his skinny cock, which looked wimpier and wimpier by the second in the presence of such a gorgeous wonder like her father possessed. “Fuck yer daddy, girlfriend! Fuck him ‘til you cum!”
“Oh, please, baby stop,” Big Mack Biddle begged, but Sue Ellen just knew he didn’t mean it. His cock was too big. It felt too damned good! Of course he wanted more.
Little Kimi-Sue started laughing in her swing. Even she knew what a blast they were having!
“Yeah, Daddy. Fuck me like a porn star! Ram that magnificent man-meat up my waiting wooly woman-cave!”
“Fuck that shit, Big Mack,” Justin yelled. “Nail that bitch. Nail her good!”
Sue Ellen stroked Big Mack’s sweaty forehead and pushed his bangs out of his eyes. A tear welled in his eyes, and that started her a cryin’.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, Sue Ellen,” he whispered.
“Come on, Big Mack. Blast a load right up in there. I can’t hold mine back much longer!” Justin shouted. “I’m gonna cum, and cum hard. Make him cum, baby girl.”
“Cum in me, Daddy! Right now. Let it go. Give me a blast of Big Mack’s special sauce!”
“Come on, Big Mack!” Justin poured on as he pulled on his puny putty. “I can’t hold out much longer. I’ve got to cum!”
“Cum in me, Daddy,” Sue Ellen shouted as she bounced harder and harder, faster and faster.
Tears ran down Big Mack Biddle’s cheeks as his face turned redder and redder. Little Kimi-Sue cheered on in her swing.
“Cum in me, now! Now Daddy. Now!”
And Big Mack Biddle blew the biggest blast of beautiful booty-goo that bloomed into the best boy born: her sweet Elie-Jay.
“Mommy! I want to go to Maribel’s house. Now!”
“Mommy. Mommy! I watched Sponge Bob Square Pants today.”
“Sue Ellen, what are we doin’ for dinner?”
“Order a pizza,” she mumbled, her voice barely heard above the three of them hollering. She walked over to Elie-Jay and kissed his forehead.
Elie-Jay looked up from Horton and the Whos and croaked, “I love you, Mommy.” The poor boy had been born without a voice box, and some might say that was a curse. But it was a blessing. The soft tenderness in the buzz of his voice was just so precious.
“I love you too, Elie-Jay.”
She never told Daddy that she was pregnant. But once things started to show, he figured it out. Soon Cleve would figure out that she was pregnant again, the same way Daddy did back then. She couldn’t hide it much longer. She’d have to just tell him.