African Prince : Chapter 6

Chapter 6 : 100% fiction! When Mikey awoke, it was almost noon and his Mom was gone. Still trying to make sense of the morning's events, Mikey got up and ran a hot shower to clean himself off of his own dried cum. This time, as he washed he felt no better. He felt his Mom had rejected him. She had teased him. She was ready to fuck him and had stopped because of a goddamned broken glass. "That whore," he growled aloud. "She tasted my cum yesterday. She was ready to fuck me today." His words and his anger got stronger with every syllable he spoke. But beneath the anger was embarrassment and guilt. Up until the day before he would have been ashamed to let him Mom see him naked. One of his greatest fears had been of her catching him masturbating, yet today his Mom had undoubtedly seen him lying on her bed naked, covered in his own incestuously generated cum as she got out of the shower.

Mikey didn't know whether to cry in shame or punch the shower wall in rage. He did both. He spent the entire afternoon pacing, impatiently changing channels on the television, and cursing himself and his mother out. He was angry at her for letting it happen. He was angry with himself for wanting his mother. He was confused. He knew he had broken a sacred taboo. But through all his rage and confusion and shame and disbelief, he was still horny. He had been pacing, but now he stopped in the middle of the kitchen and pulled out his cock. It didn't matter now. He didn't know if anything mattered anymore. Once you had cum on your own mother, what rules were left to uphold? As darkness began to fall, he began to jerk off right in the middle of his house. With the shades all open, his pants around his ankles, and the front door unlocked, he began to fantasize. The first thoughts in his mind were of his Mom. He relived his cum hitting her in the face, her tongue stretching to taste it. The image was simultaneously so perfect, so erotic, so sensual and so perverted, so wrong, so very sick. He continued to stroke but forced his mind to think of other things. Amy Christians, the high school cheerleader.

She was naked, she was doing one of their cheers. "Be aggressive. B-e aggressive. B- e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e. Aggressive." She stroked his dick and balls with her pom-poms. As the chant continued to ring through his head, his fantasy wandered. Julie Osbourne. "Wait," he said out loud, letting his hand fall away from his dick. He could go outside clear his head, and jerk off to something he was proud of. Maybe he'd get to see some flesh this time. He pulled his pants up over his softening dick, and went upstairs to get on his newly founded voyeur outfit. When Mikey came to the corner where Julie's backyard met the marshy edge of the woods, he was sorely disappointed. Julie's shades were pulled this time. "Fuck," he cursed out loud, then reminded himself to keep quiet. He would never be able to live it down if he got caught here. After a moment of standing still, frustrated, Mikey decided he would move around the back of the house to look for a view through another window. He stepped out into the moonlight on Julie's back lawn. The upstairs of the house was dark, but most of the windows he saw on the first floor were lit up. Most of the shades were open, but just his luck- hers were closed.

He moved towards the center of the back yard. He now stood directly behind the kitchen which had a large glass sliding back door leading out to a wooden patio just above ground level. The glass door gave him a perfect view inside the kitchen. Unfortunately, there was no one in the kitchen. He could see everything inside however. Julie's house was the same style as his own, as most of the houses on his street had been built at the same time by the same developer. Her kitchen was even set up like his. The refrigerator stood in the far corner. A table, similar to his own kitchen table, was set up in the center. Mike could see five or six empty Budweiser cans strewn carelessly across the table. That was something different from his house though; Mikey's Mom rarely drank, and he had not yet experimented with alcohol. After Mikey had sized up the kitchen, he glanced back over towards Julie's room. He noticed that her light was in fact on. Between the sides of the shade and the window frame there was apparently enough space for light to escape. Maybe he could peek through that space, he thought. With his heart pounding, Mikey approached the house.

He took the most direct root to the back of the house, coming up between two back windows. He got down on his hands and knees so that when he passed the two windows on the way to Julie's he would not be seen. Not until he was below her window did he cautiously stand up. He closed one eye and put his other to the slit of light. The sight he saw made his dick jump to attention in his pants. He actually took his face away and then put it back, needing to convince himself that what he saw was real. Julie was naked. She was on her knees, facing away from him, upright. Her hands were on the back of her head with her fingers locked together to hold them there. She was holding her back exceptionally erect, arched but slightly forward, pushing her chest out in front of her. Mikey could see her ass perfectly. Bare, it looked better than he had ever imagined. The brunette's hair was slightly longer than shoulder length. It swayed slightly side to side and up and down, as her head shook slightly in a gesture Mikey couldn't read from behind. But he could hear something. Mikey silenced his own breathing momentarily, and cursed his pounding heartbeat. Faintly through the glass, he made out the sound.

Julie was crying. He wasn't sure what to make of it. What was she doing, anyway? Confused as he was, Mikey's dick was hard as a rock. The sight was so erotic. He was looking at who he considered the hottest girl in school, and she was naked. He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. He began to gently stroke it. The sight before him was the perfect masturbatory material. Mikey imagined himself walking quietly up behind her. Kneeling; putting his hands on her sides; sliding them up to feel her tits; pushing her soft brown hair to the side; planting his lips on the side of her neck; still cupping her breasts; leaning her forward; sliding his fingers across her wet slit; slowly positioning himself then sliding his dick in... As Mikey was rapidly approaching what would have been one of the most amazing climaxes of his life, the scene changed. Julie had been facing the door to her room. Now that door opened. A big, haggard, bearded man with a Budweiser can in hand walked into the doorway. Julie did not flinch. Mikey's hand fell away from his dick. The man raised the Bud can to his lips, tilted his head back, and pounded what was left in the can before throwing it angrily across the room.

Although muffled through the glass he heard the man's voice. "I told you not to cry!" The man stammered. "It's a real fucking turn off." The man, looking down at Julie's naked body, reached for the zipper of his jeans. As he unzipped them he continued, "You saw what I did to your mother when she couldn't stop balling." Mikey could hear Julie's faint sobs, then he heard her speak, "I'm sorry Daddy. I'm sorry. I just want to please you." Mikey couldn't believe what he was seeing. Julie had always seemed alright in school. He never would have guessed what went on behind closed doors at the Osbourne house. Julie's father pulled his pants down just far enough to get out his dick. Mikey was shocked at the size of the man's cock. It must have been twice the size of his own dick, and Mikey had never felt inadequate. The man took a few steps forward, and Julie took it into her mouth without argument. Her father let his drunken head fall back, so that he was looking up towards the ceiling. Julie's head began bobbing rapidly forward and back as she blew her Dad. Mikey was awestruck! He felt terrible for Julie, she obviously was terrified of the man, yet he was captivated with the sight of what she was willingly doing to him.

Mikey couldn't believe the vigor with which Julie was going down on him. He couldn't help but notice that every time her head went forward her ass came up a little bit and gave him a glimpse of her protruding mound. Mikey wanted to feel disgusted, but his dick had not gone down. He wanted to leave, to forget this, but he could not. He just continued to watch. Julie's father put his hands around the back of her head as she continued to suck. Soon he was violently fucking her mouth. Mikey put his hand around his own dick. But he couldn't quite do it. He couldn't bring himself to jerk off to this perversion. He wanted to save her, to knock her father out, and then to have her himself. He just stood there, erection in his still hand, watching his dream girl being mouth-raped by her father. Finally, the bearded pervert came. Still gripping his daughter's head, he pulled her face away from his cock. Mikey saw the cum shooting out of the man's dick. Although he couldn't see Julie's face from where he was, he knew that her face was getting blasted with her Dad's cum. A jet or two missed her face, and Mikey could see the white fluid running down her back toward the crack of her ass.

When he was done soaking his daughter's face in his cum, he planted his hands on her tits and pushed her over backwards. Julie fell to her uncarpeted floor, her head banging painfully down. Her father then turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him. Julie lay on her back. Her knees were both bent to one side in an uncomfortable position. She did not bother to straighten them. Tears flowed from her eyes. A look of horror and trauma seemed burnt into her face. Mikey could now see the gobs of her father's cum on her. In fact, her entire face was glistening with the adult's cum. Mikey could see white streaks of the semen in her brown hair. Some of the cum had flowed down her face and rolled across her breasts. Both her nipples where highlighted with the white and clear fluid. Mikey was traumatized. He couldn't believe what he'd seen. He couldn't believe what he now saw. The aftermath was some how even worse than the act. Still, his dick was rock hard and quivering in his hand. Now he began to stroke. Only he imagined that it was not her father's cum. It was not rape cum. She was not crying. It was Mikey's cum. He had come to her rescue. He had hit her father over the head.

With her father's bleeding body laying on the floor next to them, Julie had run to him. She hugged him, unconcerned with her nakedness. He imagined that they kissed and then Julie stripped him down and in thankfulness she had blown him like he'd seen her do her father. He had been the one standing before her kneeling body. He was the one that blew his enormous load on her face. And she had been smiling as he had shot blast after blast of his hot cum all over her face. Now in a frenzy, Mikey knew he was close to the edge. He looked at her young body, he looked at the semen still running down her face. He saw Julie's naked breasts glistened with cum... a sight he had so often fantasized about. He saw the thin patch of hair above her pussy. The hair there was slightly lighter in color than the hair on her head. He looked at her nipples, unlike his Mom's these were small and tight. Julie's cum stricken body... now in the context of his non-rape fantasy was too much to bear.

Mikey's body stiffened as shot his load against the wood panels of the outside of Julie's house, just below her windowsill. Finally, with his perverted seed out of him and his mind starting to come down from his mind blowing orgasm, Mikey felt that already familiar sexual guilt come rushing back to him. He had gotten off on someone else's pain. Julie, a girl that he truly liked and admired had just been raped by her drunken father. And he had cum to the sight of her lying naked, immersed in a puddle of her father's cum. What had he done? What was the matter with him? Mikey heard a noise. Perhaps it was a car door in the driveway. His guilt yielded to fear of being caught, and Mikey darted into the woods. He didn't stop running until he reached his own backdoor. Panting, he went inside. Thankfully, his Mom was still out.