Bill and Jeans Adventures

This is an evolving story check out Chapter 12 for context.

The Day of the Party arrives.

Part 1.

Our story opens at the house of John and Cherie Thomas.

John woke up with a raging hard-on he had been dreaming all night about the wild party he had stumbled upon at the hotel and watching Madison, his stepdaughter's maid of honor, getting fucked in the ass by a guy that worked at the hotel, while her boyfriend watched.

And damn, the very busty Marie and Jean were also there, naked and looking like they both had just been fucked.

He had managed to calm down Bob, the hotel manager, and keep everyone from getting kicked out, but by the time he finished talking to Bob, all the girls had vanished along with any hopes of getting some of that fine ass he had seen.

It brought to mind an incident where he overheard a couple of his employees talking about Madison and Steve having an open or 'Free use' relationship, even though they weren't married yet.

Back in his day, fucking whoever you wanted before you were married was common enough, except you still kept it a secret from your girlfriend.

The wild scene reminded him of his fantasy of watching Cherie with another man, or swapping with another couple, so he could watch as another man fucked his churchy wife, but when a neighborhood couple suggested it one evening over drinks, Cherie threw them out of the house and sternly told him they were not welcome back, or for him to have any such ideas.

On another occasion over a beer with his foreman and good friend, Frank, John mentioned he had fantasies about watching Cherie getting fucked by another man. Frank laughed, and said he would gladly tag Cherie's ass, but he didn't think Cherie would be down for fuckin' a black guy.

John laughed, and nodded his head in agreement; however, the thought of watching Cherie getting fucked hard by a black guy intrigued him all the more—especially if he would fuck her in the ass.

Cherie had this damn rule about only letting him in her ass on his birthday or their anniversary, which really pissed him off. He knew Frank was probably right, about it having a snowball's chance in hell of happening.

"Damn," John muttered to himself, his cock was rock hard just thinking about it; he really needed to fuck Cherie...to fuck somebody. He rolled over in bed expecting to find her there asleep, but her side of the bed was empty, and then he heard the voices of Cherie and Kenzie downstairs arguing.

Leading up to the wedding, it had been one moment of drama after another, as he endured endless arguments about how low-cut her wedding dress was, or what color the flowers should be. Kenzie's dress was very revealing, with a low-cut neckline. Kenzie said she wanted to show off her new boobs, another expense that John paid for, and although he grumbled about it, he never could get his fill of eye candy.

John knew she had been a big slut in college, and that likely, all the guys attending the wedding would have fucked her already—including Madison's fiance, Steve. It still puzzled him as to why Madison had agreed to be Kenzie's bridesmaid, but after watching Madison get her ass railed last night by a stranger, how well did he know Madison? how well do we know anybody? he thought, as he imagined his cock in Madison's ass.

Leading up to the wedding, Kenzie had been flirting with John more than normal, and it occurred to him that since she was his stepdaughter, and not his biological daughter, maybe he should take her up on it, but he had fended off that erotic thought.

John's voice was loud and carried well, as finally in frustration, he called out, "Cherie! Come upstairs, I have something to talk to you about."

Downstairs at the table, sat Cherie and Kenzie. Kenzie was wearing a light-blue throwback-style halter top with no bra, that showed almost all of her boobs, just barely covering her nipples which were hard as usual, and a pair of short shorts so tight, that an outline of her camel toe could be seen. Cherie had given her a disapproving shake of her head, when she arrived. In many ways, Cherie's decision to go braless in her loose-fitting blouse with half the buttons undone, and a skirt well above the knee, was nearly as provocative.

The two women were still bickering away when the deep, booming voice of John could be heard calling again, "Cherie, come upstairs now!"

Kenzie noticed her mother seemed very annoyed by John's shouting. Kenzie, who was wanting a break from dealing with her mother, said with a taunting tone, "John is summoning you, I think he needs a booty call!"

Cherie just gave her an annoyed look and dismissively waved her hand saying, "Oh he and his morning wood can wait, we need to finish this seating chart. I don't know what has gotten into him the last week or two; he has been horny as hell and trying to fuck me in the ass all the time!"

Kenzie was stunned, not about John wanting to fuck Cherie in the ass, all men want to do that; Kenzie had done anal for years, often using her willingness to do anal against her girlfriends who would not take it up the ass. What was shocking to her, was that her mother would even reference anal sex. Most daughters would have let the comment pass, but not Kenzie; she was intrigued and already wondering if she could use this as a wedge between John and Cherie to check another item off her 'Fucket list', as she called it—which was to fuck John.

"Wow, mom!" Kenzie said, "you don't let John fuck you in the ass, as long as you guys have been married? Sean fucks me in the ass almost every time we do it. I love it because of how I can make him beg for it, and I finger myself to the most intense orgasm, when he is balls deep in my ass."

Cherie pulled back stunned at what Kenzie had said, but also felt like she was now on the defensive as she replied, "I let John have my ass on his birthday and our anniversary, and I think twice a year is quite enough, especially with a big cock like his."

Her comment surprised Kenzie. They already had downed two glasses of wine so she assumed it was the alcohol talking, as Kenzie proceeded to say, "Well, you know, Cherie, if you let John have your ass more often, you would get used to it, and enjoy it more."

Cherie gave Kenzie her 'mom glare'. She didn't like it when Kenzie referred to her as 'Cherie' instead of 'mom' because she knew Kenzie was doing it on purpose to irritate her.

"Well, dear, maybe you should be careful about giving up your ass to Sean all the time, he might grow tired of it! I know John looks forward to his birthday and he never forgets our anniversary," Cherie said, with a tone of victory, while Kenzie just rolled her eyes.

For her part, Cherie had nearly managed to erase from her mind, the memories of her sordid past, when she worked as a hooker for that abusive pimp. The majority of her clients were black, and not only attracted to her because she was white, young, and pretty—but because she had a great ass. At least, all the men told her she did, and by the way they all stared at her ass, she believed them.

She hated the things she had to do, yet at the same time, she loved being the center of attention; she could be as wild and as slutty as she wanted to be, and would not be judged.

For another hundred dollars, they could fuck her in the ass and it was a rule that she had to tell them. Hardly any of the men ever turned down the chance, even though she didn't like strange men's cocks pounding her ass, and very few of them ever wore a condom. Many times, she would just have to spread her legs and lean against a brick wall in an alley, as her ass was pummeled. All she could do to prepare for it, was to constantly put K-Y lube on her fingers and stick them in her ass throughout the day.

She had lost count of how many times her ass had been creampied. And if her pimp, Leroy Jackson, ever found out she had turned down a hundred dollars to give up her ass, he would slap her around and then fuck her hard in the ass, himself, with his big black cock to remind her to never say no to a client.

"Always say yes, Cherie, and always get paid," Leroy would say, as he fucked her ass, that was the rule.

Cherie couldn't help but wonder if her daughter would be surprised to know the life she had lived, and the things she had done when she was her age, or if the reason Kenzie was such a slut, was because it was passed down from her.

Back to John...

By now, John was getting very frustrated as he lay there in bed stroking his hard cock, and wondering where the hell Cherie was!

"Goddammit! I want this wedding to be over with," he muttered to himself. Cherie would be upstairs sucking me off like a good wife, if Kenzie wasn't there.

Exasperated, he shouted, "Cherie get the FUCK UP HERE!" His bellowing caused Cherie to throw the seating chart on the floor, sending papers flying everywhere.

"That horny bastard! Whenever he wakes up with morning wood, I have to go empty his balls!" Cherie said, in frustration.

Kenzie sat there stunned and very aroused, because her mother never talked like that.

"I'll be up in a minute, just hold your horses!" Cherie yelled back. "Kenzie, help me pick up all these papers," Cherie said, as she and Kenzie knelt and started gathering up the scattered papers.

John's frustration reached its breaking point with the 'hold your horses' comment, and shouted, "FUCK IT!" and scrambled out of bed. He was used to sleeping naked and often went around the house in the morning with no clothes on, but with Kenzie there, he had to throw on a robe that he didn't bother to tie and headed downstairs slamming the door behind him. John slammed the door so hard, it shook the walls as Cherie was now concerned that she had pushed him too far and had really angered John.

She couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of guilt because she never told even the worst of her clients no, but here she was denying her husband's basic needs, a man who took great care of her, and Kenzie.

Her pimp, Leroy, would not have approved.

Kenzie was aroused by the drama, she often fantasized about not only fucking John, but watching John fuck her mother. She had not yet fucked a married man, and the taboo of that excited her, and the fact it was her mom's husband, triggered her competitive side. She wanted to be the most-sought-after woman in any setting, regardless of anything else.

Cherie brought Kenzie's attention back to the task at hand, looking at a piece of paper Cherie exclaimed, "Oh No! We can't seat Sean's parents next to the Andersons, they are terrible bores!

In a huff, John rounded the corner into the dining room where he found Cherie and Kenzie on their hands and knees which stopped him in his tracks. Cherie's round ass was perfectly framed before him—he was tempted to hike up her short skirt and slam his cock into her right there, to hell with the fact Kenzie was here. But his eyes then caught sight of Kenzie's tits which were about to fall completely out of her overmatched halter top. A sight that made him so aroused, that he completely forgot to hold his robe closed and his hard, nine-inch cock was bobbing in front of him, pointing at the two sexy women like a guided missile.

Kenzie saw John first, her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped, at the sight of John's huge cock! Jesus, she thought, Cherie wasn't kidding about him having a big cock. She knew it would be a challenge to take that monster up her ass, he looked at least two inches longer than Sean and half again as wide. Kenzie had some newfound respect for her mother and wanted to fuck John more than ever.

John's gaze returned to Cherie's ass, then he glanced back to Kenzie, as it was obvious what he was thinking. Kenzie just nodded her head yes, as John reached down and hiked up Cherie's skirt revealing a small thong.

A startled Cherie shrieked, "John!" She had been oblivious to his presence, so focused was she on her seating chart, that as she spun around, John's throbbing cock brushed across her cheek leaving a trail of pre-cum from his now-dripping head. "Jesus Christ, John!" Cherie shouted, startled and embarrassed at the same time, wiping the cum from her cheek.

"Can't you see Kenzie is here!" she stammered, as she rose to her feet and her eyes caught sight of Kenzie's boobs. She knew John would have gotten an eyeful of her tits, which probably aroused him all the more. "For God's sake, John, put that thing away!" Cherie sternly said, as John snapped out of his trance-like state and closed his robe.

Did he actually think he could fuck his wife's ass in front of Kenzie? he wondered to himself; the look of lust in Kenzie's eyes, told him she was all for it, but Cherie certainly was not.

Cherie instinctively stepped closer to John, blocking his view of Kenzie, while he was in such an aroused state. She knew when John was like this, he was very demanding; plus, she did not trust her daughter. "You run on upstairs, baby, and when Kenzie and I are done I will make you some bacon and eggs for breakfast, and bring it up to you."

Kenzie was now looking John straight in the eyes, as she shook her head no and then mouthed the words, "Fuck me."

John's mind was racing now, he was on the verge of fucking Cherie, and now Kenzie was giving him a blatant signal that he could fuck her, and his damn wife was offering him breakfast—when what he really needed, was some ass.

"I don't want any fuckin' breakfast!" John shouted, in a volume that shook the house. I have a hard fuckin' cock that needs some female attention!

"John, behave!" Cherie shouted back at him. She was wagging her finger, but too flustered to form any words, as John's robe had opened again and his cock was nearly touching her.

Kenzie saw her opportunity, and she took it. Stepping next to Cherie, with John towering over both of them, her eyes focused on John's throbbing cock which she wanted so badly to grab, to see Cherie's reaction as much as John's. Cherie's eyes followed Kenzie's to John's cock, which was exposed again by his open robe. Cherie was all set to fire both barrels at John, and to tell him to put his cock away and go back upstairs, when Kenzie cut her off.

"Cherie, for God's sake, can't you see John has an urgent need here!" Kenzie continued, "John, I know all this wedding planning has been a torment for you, what with Cherie and I snapping at each other all the time, and spending your money all over town; you must be so frustrated, and in need of release." Tracing a finger back and forth across John's robe, "You know how us girls talk," Kenzie said. "Cherie has told me you have been trying to fuck her ass for the last couple of weeks, probably because of all the frustration this wedding has caused you.

"Kenzie!" Cherie screeched, "I told you that in confidence."

"I know, mom," Kenzie replied. "But I feel so guilty about John's predicament," she said, glancing again at John's hard cock, which refused to stay covered by his robe. "I owe you so much, John, for all you have done; I think it is only fair that I do you a favor in return," Kenzie said.

For his part, John was now even more aroused and baffled, as to where all this was heading.

Cherie looked on—stunned, as Kenzie spun on her heels and stepped over to her purse which was on the floor. Making a point to spread her legs wide, Kenzie bent over straight-legged, her tight shorts straining to hang on, as she rustled through her purse.

"Here it is," she happily exclaimed, and spinning back around she held in her hand a tube of K-Y lube. "Cherie told me about her silly birthday and anniversary rule being the only two days of the year you get to fuck that sweet ass." Kenzie said, as she thrust the tube of K-Y towards John, who took the tube from her hand.

Shocked, John looked first at the tube in his hand, then back to Kenzie who had a wild gleam in her eye. Then, he and Cherie both watched Kenzie, as she reached back and pulled the drawstring of the halter top, finally freeing her boobs from the straining top that was at least one size too small.

"Jesus," John whispered.

Kenzie's boobs did look spectacular after her recent boob job. Kenzie just smiled and said, "I take it that you like my new boobs, John." She giggled and spun around turning her back to him.

Cherie, still dazed, looked on in stunned silence, with John forgetting she was even there. Cherie saw that John had an intense, animalistic gleam in his eyes, as he stared at Kenzie. Not only was he not trying to keep his cock covered anymore, he had started stroking it with his right hand, enthralled with what Kenzie was doing, totally mesmerized by her.

Cherie and John both heard a snapping sound, as Kenzie unsnapped her shorts and bent over slightly at the waist, and made quite a show of wiggling her ass back and forth, as she pulled her tight shorts down, finally letting them fall free to her ankles. Her ass was on full display, except for a tiny thong.

John noticed that Kenzie had a little pink teddy bear tattoo on her right ass cheek of the same design Cherie had, but hers was blue.

She kicked her shorts across the floor, wearing just a thong that, at best, covered the crack of her ass. Cherie heard John's breath catch as Kenzie slipped her thumbs inside the elastic band of her thong and shimmied them down her legs then deftly kicked them over to land right on top of her shorts—you could tell she had done this before.

Cherie gasped and placed her hand over her mouth, as John stroked his cock even faster.

Kenzie had not looked back at either of them since she pulled down her shorts and thong, as she then seductively eased herself down to her knees and said, "Lube that big horse cock up, John, but go slowly at first, please. You are bigger than I am used to, but after I adjust, you can fuck my ass as hard as you want!" Kenzie arched her back so her ass was high in the air as she folded her arms on the floor resting her head on them waiting for the hard ass fucking she so badly wanted.

Cherie saw Kenzie's ass was already open to about the size of a dime, a clear indication she took cock up her ass frequently. Cherie's ass had gotten like that when she was whoring on the streets for Leroy. Cherie's gaze turned from her daughter's ass to her husband, John, who was transfixed staring at Kenzie's ass. John surprised Cherie by slipping his robe off and stepping closer to the kneeling Kenzie.

Cherie had found her voice, and shouted, "John don't you dare! Kenzie, this game has gone on long enough, young lady. You put your clothes back on RIGHT NOW!"

Kenzie turned to face Cherie for the first time since she had stripped naked and said, "I will as soon as John finishes, Cherie."

Cherie's jaw dropped and her face turned bright red with anger as Kenzie winked at John, who now knelt behind Kenzie moving his cock ever closer to her inviting asshole.

Kenzie said, "Whoa, stud, lube it up first."

John reached for the tube of lube he had laid down on the table, but Cherie's hand darted out and grabbed it before he could reach it. John extended his hand to Cherie and said, "Give me the lube, Cherie. I need to fuck one of you women in the ass, and right now, Kenzie is the only one offering it up!"

"NO!" Cherie shouted, "I will not give you the lube."

Kenzie was growing impatient, but she didn't want to take John's huge cock dry, so she spun around grabbed his cock and said, "I will slobber up your cock, baby, you will still need to go slow at first," as Kenzie started sucking and licking John's cock, making a show of transferring as much spit as she could onto John's cock. She was in her glory because she was claiming her mother's husband right in front of her. As for John, all he felt was the pleasurable first signs of relief for his raging hard-on, as his slutty stepdaughter started to suck him off. Kenzie already could taste his pre-cum starting to flow, and how it was saltier than Sean's.