Epilogue - Daddy Issues III : Pillow Talk

PILLOW TALK
(continued from Part Two)

Mule continued to collect  on his bet the night of the match.

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With Trisha’s Dad as an observer, the Mule felt pressured to deliver his A-Game sexually, feeling that his performance was being judged as if he was in Olympic trials.  While lesser men might crack under the pressure, the Mule rose (literally and figuratively) to the occasion.  The first bout of furious fucking was a tour de force, even by Mulish standards.  As he rolled off Trisha following his sweet release, Mule looked over at her Dad to see that he was tenting beneath his gym shorts and gobs of saliva were literally dripping from his gaping jaw. Mule was kind of creeped out, so he sent  Daddy to the kitchen with a sharp command to make the triumphant jock a sandwich, and still cowed due to  his recent conquest, the older muscleman begrudgingly complied.

Virile as the Mule is, some recovery time is required, so he thought it was time for some the ol’ feigned intimacy that the chicks dig so well.  So while he groped and fingered her with his giant Mule paws, your hero engaged in the Mule equivalent of pillow talk, complimenting her on her breasts, vag, ass, etc.

Trisha kept chatting about the fight - . “I didn't think you were going to pull it out there against Daddy. I had no idea you’d be such an … enthusiastic fighter!”  Clearly she was one of those chicks that got wet  watching musclemen fight. Even when  (and more so) when one of the hot battling muscle studs was her own Father.   And she kept working her muscle  Dad into the conversation, the annoying jibber jabber punctuated by occasional sighs and moans stimulated by the sensual touch of Mule fingertips across her firm, nubile body.

“Mule, can I ask you something?”

“Sure Cupcake” Mule said as he tactilely played with her left nipple while tickling the right with his tongue.

“I was just wondering, if in round two whether instead of Daddy just watching, whether you would mind awfully if he could….well… join in.”

While his ministrations to this tempting morsel of femininity were getting Mule hard again, this reinsertion of the whole dueling banjos family circus had a more deflating effect on his cock than the Patriot’s Jim McNally had on Tom Brady’s footballs.

“I dunno, sweet cheeks.   As a rule, I don’t like more dicks than chicks in the bed…”

“Please Mule, I promise I can make it well worth your while"  She illustrated her point with some well-articulated finger ministrations of her own. ...

“You could learn A LOT from Daddy…”   While objectively, the Mule knew this to be the case- having seen the Older Man in action- that wasn’t exactly what a guy wanted to hear after doing some of the best fucking of his young life.  So Trisha was psychologically further undermining her case with that emasculating remark!

“Besides, I want to see the men in my life working together.” Again kind of creepy and not as persuasive as the Dad-besotted Trisha might have thought. She was not helping her argument by talking.  What was persuasive was the sheer artistry with what she was doing with her hands.  The little minx knew some tricks she had hitherto concealed from Mule during their previous horizontal “work-outs”.


At this point the Mule’s very excited penis had taken over the thinking for the team and he answered:  “How can I tell you no, Pumpkin.” After which the Mule’s penis-controlled mouth abruptly broke off the conversation and hungrily began devouring her right breast.

End Note:
Not only did each  muscle stud get a turn with Trisha in round two, but in round three the Alpha bulls  turned their pussy-wreckers on each other,  sucking off and fucking each other's brains out, so Mr. Colorado got his fuck contest to determine the most manly macho male after all.  I won't tell you who won, but by the end of the night,  your Mule was calling the older Musclestud  
"DADDY" also.