Devil Chicken's Stories.

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Your Son got bullied in High School for years. You really tried everything: Therapy, making teachers talk to him and his Bully, joining the anti-bullying programs, sending your Son to practice Martial Arts, you even tried talking in private with the Bully's single Mom... And everything failed.

You still remember the conversation with his Mom. She seemed like such a sweet woman and really got sad and angry at her son after knowing what he was doing with yours. But, as frustrated as she seemed, she told you in tears that she didn't had any control over him, that he did whatever he wanted, exactly like his dad, a delinquent who even never came to visit them or cared about them.

That's why, two years ago, you received the news like a gift from heaven: The Bully had to repeat a school year, meaning that he wouldn't be in the same class as your Son anymore, which automatically meant less bullying.

And as you imagined, your Son had a wonderful school year. Not getting bullied everyday meant a lot for him: His confidence improved, he started going to the gym and kept practicing Martial Arts, his grades got even better and hell, he even got a gorgeous girlfriend. Things were looking good for him

You overheard similar news the next year. The Bully had to repeat the school year again, meaning he would be in the same school year as your Daughter, but you didn't really worry about it as it seemed like they weren't even going to be in the same class, and even if they were, 99% of the time, bullying was "same-gendered", meaning girls bullied girls and boys bullied boys.

The next year it was time for your Daughter to finally leave HS. She wanted to join the community college. And guess who was going to join her class also: Your Son's old Bully.

One afternoon, lying in bed, your Wife spontaneously started talking to you, which wasn't that usual:

- Adara, our daughter... She has to do next week an assignment for a class... And she has to do it with a classmate...

- Oh great, what do they have to do it about? - You naively answered, not understanding why her voice tone was so ominous.

- ... And she got paired with... With him. - You looked at her, still not understanding - With the guy that bullied our Son...

The message left you speechless at first. But, being the problem solver of the family, you started thinking about how you could make the best out of it.

- Well... I mean, you know where he lives... Such a ghetto... And her Mother is a single mom... You know... I'd say it would be best if they do it here... 

There was a weird silence between you two. Your Wife didn't seem pleased with the idea of having him in your home.

- She still doesn't know, right? - You asked. Your Wife shook her head.

Your Son, from the very first moment, didn't want your Sister to know about his bullying. Even after all these years, you never talked about it with her present. He never cried in front of her. He didn't want her to worry about him. And she still didn't know.

"... Maybe he's matured and isn't such a douchebag like in the past..." You tried convincing yourself.

...

The day came. Your wife was at work and you decided to stay at home to overlook everything. You gave your Son some money to go out with his Girlfriend, not wanting him to be at home when he arrived...

Adara was in the living room, watching TV, as you nerviously cleaned for the third time the kitchen counter. Finally, the doorbell ringed. You opened the door and there he was. As tall as you, although more athletic, specially since in the last couple years you let yourself go, puting on a bit of weight. He politely, yet confidently asked to enter, explaining why he was there. 

His demeanor was gentle, respectful, but not submissive in any kind of way. Like he didn't want to cause any trouble, yet he knew he could. You smiled at him, he smiled back. "Maybe he's sorry about the past..." You let him in.

You announced your Daughter her classmate just arrived and that it was time to do the school assignment. She got up and walked with you two towards her room, where you left them alone. She closed the door behind her, as she always did when she was in her room.

You didn't want to come off as a mischievous guy, but you found yourself walking in front of her room more than usual, covertly trying to hear what they were talking about. 

As the time passed, you started hearing some dim laughs coming from the room. The curiosity got the best of you and and you stood there, really close to the door, listening. They were just talking about the school work, about how funny some guy in a picture looked. You left, but kept walking back and forth, telling to yourself you were veiling for the safety of your family.

A few minutes later, you couldn't hear them talking anymore. As if they were whispering, or at least, speaking very softly. You couldn't make out what they were saying, so you put your ear against the door...

- ... And is really true that you made out with Sophia? - You heard the soft voice of your Daughter. She sounded excited.

A sly laugh answered her - We didn't just make out... She... ...In the bathroom...

A short pause.

- Oh my god! Did she really sucked you off? Really? And she acts so innocent all the time, the slut!

- That kind of girls are the worst offenders... And... I heard you got something going on too... With Mathias...

- Who told you that?! - Your Daughter asked. She seemed angry, but the excitement persisted.

- Well, the own Matthias told us. He even showed us the pics you sent him... And he said you let him grope them last Friday...

Your Daughter gasped. - Oh-My-God! What an asshole! Guys really can't keep a secret!

Since when were they talking about things like that? And why? Why was your Daughter so interested in those topics? And who was Mathias? And how did he convince your Daughter to let him feel her body? 

"She's already 18, almost 19, actually..." You thought. She wasn't a kid anymore.

- Yes, we can't. But girls can't either... Hmm... ... Do you want to know another secret...? 

- Yeah, what? - Your Daughter answered with her usual, abrasive tone of voice.

- I'd like to see them too. 

You couldn't see it, but he was staring directly at your Daughter's boobs. He couldn't have been more direct with his request.

Knowing your Daughter's temperament, you awaited for her fury to suddenly emerge because of the audacity of such request, making him flee out of her room and your home to never come back.

... But the only thing you started hearing were some rustles...

- If you ask so nicely... Here you go. You better not tell anybody...

Your Daughter pulled the straps of her top over her shoulders, offering a great view of her cleavage. Every other guy would be more than satisfied with it, but not this one. Not today... 

- Aw, c'mon!. - Frustration and disappointment were to be heard in his voice - Not with that big ass top. I can't see shit...

Your Daughter rolled her eyes. - Guys... Always the same, really... Just not touching... Or you're dead...

More rustling.

- Damn... They're even bigger in person...

You heard some sudden movements...

- Hey, I told you not to touch! - Her voice wanted to sound authoritative, but it failed, making it more of a meek complaint.

- They're so massive and full... And soft... 

- Shu... Shut up... ...Okay.. You can grab them... But... Don't get too close... Your crotch is almost on my face...

- Fuck... Those tits are even better than I imagined... The biggest ones I've ever touched...

More rustling.

- Hey! What are you doing?! put it back in your pants!

- Shit... I need to know what fucking these tits feel like... Press them together with your hands...

Your Daughter obeyed, pulling his dick in between her huge boobs.

- You are a fucking jerk...

- Yeah, a jerk, like you jerk-me-off! - He started laughing at his own joke as you were already hearing the *plop plop plop* of his crotch pumping in between her breasts. You couldn't hear your Daughter's laugh, but even she was smiling at his joke. 

The slapping got louder, more intense, the intervals between the thrusts shorter. In other words: he was fucking your Daughter's tits, using them as a cheap fleshlight.

- He-hey! I'm not going anywhere, don't be such a...

His voice interrupted hers: - Shut up, bitch... Just shut up... Make sure to press your fat juggs together... For Daddy...

"Daddy"? You were his dad! You awaited every second for a scream, a sign that he was abusing her without her consent. You thought insulting her went too far, and that she wouldn't let it pass.

Until you heard your Daughter asking.

- Like this... Daddy...?

Your Daughter asked him while looking seductively into his eyes, holding her tits even tighter for his pleasure. He grunted. She felt how her words were taking effect: Ge was getting close.

But he was not getting close. He was already there. Your Daughter realized it too late, as he grabbed her from the back of her head, holding her in place:

- Ohh... Here it comes... Open your mouth... Open it, bitch! 

That was going to be the last straw; surely your Daughter wasn't going to consent to letting him soil her face and mouth with his sperm. You got ready to open the door to save her..

- Yes, Daddy... 

That was the last thing you heard before his groans began. You knew exactly what was happening; he was splurting his young masculinity all over your Daughter's beautiful face. 

- Fuck... That was nice...

Your Daughter was silent.

- Hey, can you please finish the assignement by yourself? I have to go...

You heard him pulling his pants up. You promptly left your position, not wanting them to know you were hearing the whole time. Did he just come in your Daughter's face and wanted to leave already?

You heard the door of your Daughter's room opening and his steps answered your own rethorical question. He left. Your Daughter was probably still cleaning his jizz of her face off...

You thought drifted towards your Son. You wished he had the same kind of luck with his Girlfriend today...