prompt – my daughter’s friend, the cumdump
by Parker Dupris
“‘Cum dump’? What the fuck is that?” Rick asked, loudly. I looked around the coffee shop.
“Christ, Rick, a little louder, would ya? I’m not sure they heard you over in the food court.” Both of us were looking around, then. Rick shrugged, sheepish.
“Alright, alright,” he said, his palms bouncing and down as he lowered his voice and leaned in conspiratorially. “Is that what she said? Her words?”
“Definitely. It was one of the very few sentences between us since all this started. ‘I love being your cum dump’ was it. You shoulda seen my face.”
“Fuuuuck. Fuck. Which one is Amanda?” he asked, rubbing his chin. “The tall one, with the hair?”
“No. One of Maggie’s new friends, from school. Petite, but curvier up top than you’d think. Long straight dark hair. Pale skin. Kinda all over dark, you know? Kiley would definitely know her.”
“Shit, man. I’ve seen that girl. She’s like, two years younger than Maggie. Shit. I guess all that time the gym pays off, eh?”
I brushed that off.
“I gotta tell you, Rick. The only other sentences she’s ever said to me were that first time, quietly because everyone was sleeping down in my rec room. ‘We shouldn’t be doing this…’ and I gotta admit, I exploded right-fucking-there. Emptied about three weeks worth, hot and creamy up inside that tight little body of hers. I’m amazed no one woke up. They were all down there, sleeping of the booze. Shit, if Maggie had woken up, I… I don’t know. Ida been on the goddamn news.”
“Shit,” Rick repeated. We sat for a moment in silence, sipping coffee as both our minds raced. There were kids all over this mall Maggie and Kiley’s age, girls dressed much differently than they were back when Rick and I were that age.
“What’s the other thing?” Rick asked.
“Huh?” I said, coming-out of my daze, poking at the last of my iced coffee with the straw.
“You said there was another sentence. What was the other thing?”
I hadn’t expected to tell Rick even this much, but I had to tell someone. He’d been my buddy for ever. The girls had grown up together.
“There was the next time, right? The second time, after the first episode in the basement with all the lights off and everyone sleeping off the alcohol. She’s over a couple days later and of course I’ve been thinking about it. Jesus. Guilty, but also hard as a length of rebar. Anyway she’s over with a few girls wearing not all black like usual, but instead a little red sun dress this time. We hadn’t said two words to each other, that first night or since. At this point I had no idea she had my number to text; that all started later. But she’s there in the basement again, the utility room this time and all by herself. Everyone else is upstairs outside in the pool, but she’s downstairs. It’s like she was waiting for me, but not.”
“Yea. Kids these days, eh? Anyway, she’s got this little dress on, and she kinda surprised me being there, but she’s also got this little smirk. Last time they were all smoking and drinking and being loud, and I let it go because it was at The Pinetree and who gives a shit, right? Kids are kids and they let ‘em drink there, so I was cool with it. But this time it’s quiet, there’s no one around, and there’s no alcohol involved. She looks at me for a second, and then just turns around, puts her hands on the dryer.”
We both sipped our coffees.
“What do you mean, ‘and’? And I fucked her. Like a maniac, I fucked that girl. Like my life depended on it. Probably harder than her tight little body ever had, for two minutes. I was… overcome. Like I was someone else. I’ve never done that before, with Suzy or anyone. But shit in that moment it was just like that first time. Primal. I -needed- to use this girl, Rick. Her tight, young, wet little pussy was mine for the taking. Like, it was an agreement between us, but I gotta say that didn’t really matter. I was going to do it regardless.”
Rick paused while another mall girl walked by us. His eyes lingered on her ass in yoga pants, then back to me. “Did you, you know… Did you at least use protection?”
“Rick,” I said, my hands flat on the table now. “You remember ‘cum dump,’ right? That’s part of this whole crazy Twilight Zone thing. No, I did not use protection. I put my thick, grown-man cock so far up inside that girl she was on her tiptoes most of the time I was ramming her. I fucked her like she was my little harem girl, there for the express purpose. And get this: once I’m up inside, balls deep, she says kinda in her throat ‘fuck me like a whore.’ This girl says that, and it is on, Rick. Even harder than before I fucking lose it. I didn’t say shit the whole time, just made these grunting sounds as I took what I needed from this girl’s body. And I spilled what felt like a gallon of cum up inside her. I gotta tell you after she brought her dress down it must have been running down her leg.”
“Shit. She could get pregnant, Park.”
“Yea, tell me about it. Every time. Because that’s how it goes. Every. Single. Time. There’s always some risk, always some other people around, usually my daughter or her friends. It’s crazy. I don’t ask, she doesn’t bring it up. She doesn’t give a shit. About that, or her boyfriend obviously. Or Maggie, I guess. Ugh neither do I, apparently. But every single time, I fuck her like I’m going to bruise her pussy, and I leave a load of hot cum deep inside of her.”
I finished my coffee, lost in thought.
“How many times has this happened, Park?”
“Rick,” I put my cup down.”You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.” I look at my watch. “And, I’m supposed to meet her at Macy’s. In ten minutes.”
“Are you fucking with me?” Rick said, loud again, but I let it go. “Are you going?”
“What do you think? Of course I’m going. I’m a mild mannered suburban guy, fit, grown man with a daughter. But when I get around this girl, this quiet girl no one would ever guess anything about, I turn into this crazed, primal neanderthal bent on one thing – taking that girl’s pussy, my pussy that she happens to have, and filling it with as much cum as I possibly can. Then just walking away, leaving her like that. To go about her goddamn day.”
“‘I love being your cumdump,’” Rick said, flatly.
“Exactly,” I replied, standing up.
Mike finished his coffee. “I want in,” he said. Wiping his mouth, like he was in TV show and now he was leaving on a mission.