POLINSKY'S SLUT - by Art Martin - Sex Stories

POLINSKY'S SLUT - by Art Martin

... naked body. It was getting late, so he shook his dad's shoulder. "Dad! Dad! Wake up, Dad! It's late. Tina and I have to catch the bus in twenty minutes." Jerry was groggy from having not gotten much sl**p during the night. "Uh, get yourself some cereal and take some money for lunch. Tina's not going to school today, so you better run along." Jerry rolled over and dozed off. He didn't hear David as he left the house. Nor was he aware that the k** had skipped breakfast, having instead used his time to whack off yet again. Only this time, he boldly masturbated at his father’s bedside while gazing at his naked s****r. The telephone rang. Jerry cursed as he picked up the receiver. "Uh, hello." "Jer, Otis! You running late today?" Jerry looked at his alarm clock; it was 9:30 AM. "Uh, look Otis. I don't feel very well, I think I need to go and see a doctor." "You okay?" "Yeah, it's no big deal, but I'm not coming in today. I'll see you tomorrow." "You want me to have Brenda bring you something to eat?" His s****r‑in‑law Brenda was the last person he wanted over. "No, no Otis. I'm okay, I just need to lay low and get over this." "What's the problem?" 'Fuck,' thought Jerry, 'leave me alone, will ya?' "It's probably just something I ate." "Okay Lil'b*o. If you need anything, just us know." "Thanks, Otis, but I'll be okay. I'll see you tomorrow." Jerry hung up the telephone. Lying back on the bed, he stared up at the ceiling. His conscious bothered him. What had he done? He'd fucked ...

... Tina, thoroughly fucked her several times. As he pondered the situation he decided what was done was done and come what may, he’d have to live with it. Rather than beating himself up, he admitted to himself that he honestly enjoyed every minute of it. It's not like he ****d her; she started it. As he thought about it he realized that even though Tina initiated their i****tuous tryst, she might feel otherwise once she woke up. He didn't think she would tell anyone about what had happen, but if she felt remorse, then there would be a problem. On the other hand, now that the taboo was broken, she just might be a convenient and enthusiastic fuck, spreading her legs for him whenever he wanted her. He thought back to last night and what David had witnessed. He rationalized that if she were fucking him, she'd soon be fucking David too. She would be their slut. Hell, if he weren’t careful, she might be fucking anyone and everyone like her mother did when she was on a manic high. In the future, no matter what happened between him and his daughter, she had tasted the fruit. Having done so, he knew that she’d be fucking somebody. That somebody might as well be him he decided, but he sure as hell didn’t want to get her knocked up. He knew he couldn't rely on condoms to protect her from pregnancy. First of all he liked his pussy raw. Secondly... he paused as he muttered, "shit," realizing that there wasn't any second reason. He hated using a condom, but was sure glad that he had a few handy ...