Fiction

Fiction

The Ten of Them: Chapter 14

In our last chapter Sam’s nightmare ended. Of course it was with the death of Lester, the man who ended her Aunt Nicole’s life. Who knows what his plans for Sam were? With his past they could not been anything good. The events that put Sam in our life are desperately sad. I would never want Sam to have to go through anything that bad again. Kathryn and I would do our best for Sam, her happiness and wellbeing means everything to us.
We saw last night at Kara’s birthday party the happy end of her infatuation with me. I’ve always worried about hurting her feelings I’m happy it worked out the way it did finally. I think Daniel is going to ask her out this weekend. I will support any relationship that Kara has as long as it keeps her happy. I’ve always wanted the best for my sisters since I’ve decided to marry Kathryn. Of course that was on the front porch swing as I gave Kathryn her necklace, the first day I met Kathryn.
Today after getting Sam up we skipper morning swim to have an early breakfast so we can drive Mom, Alyssa and Johnny to the airport. They will fly to California to handle Alyssa’s divorce.
We say goodbye at the security screening, that is as far as Kathryn, Joan, Sam and I could go without a ticket, there are tears in Kathryn’s Joan’s and Sam’s eyes as they waved goodbye. They will be back in a week or two, and will be here to meet them.
This is the first time actually I’ll be away from my mother more than a day. I will miss Alyssa and her cooking too. We have been eating in a lot more than normal, a few of the restaurants in town I really want to show Joan what they can do. Kathryn informs me that Misty and she will be cooking tomorrow night for us. But tonight we’ll eat out.
Kathryn takes the opportunity to go shopping since were only ten minutes away from the mall she likes. The first stop this time is the mother daughter shop, Sam’s slips from my shoulders and she picks out another red dress with yellow highlights for her the matching dress for Kathryn is another yellow with red highlights, the two dresses go well with the two girls and their jewelry. Sam is constantly in her necklace just as Kathryn is in hers. The two do most everything in them but swim and sleep.
I stop at the computer store and pick up a few things, I looking at the newest tablet, that tablet actually has more power than the first desktop computer I had as a kid. It’s hard to think in ten years what will come out, considering ten years ago if someone told you about a smart phone what would you think. Hell tablets can do everything including what a smartphone will do. I go ahead and buy everything I need to assemble two new computers, along with my software that I will use.
Sam is riding on my shoulders as I take everything out to the SUV. Once it is loaded Sam and I walked back into the mall to find Kathryn and Joan has gone to their favorite store. Sam asks, “Daddy do we have time for a cookie?”
With a chuckle I say, “If you want to share one we should have time.”
Sam giggles, “Okay Daddy.”
It’s early enough that a snack is not going to hurt Sam’s appetite when it comes to lunch in a couple hours. That girl can eat and still not gain an ounce. I should know she rides on my shoulders often enough to be able to tell. I think she will grow taller before she gains any weight. That something I’m actually looking forward to Sam growing into a beautiful woman. I know she makes me proud each and every time she calls me Daddy.
At the cookies shop, I buy dozen chocolate chip, dozen oatmeal cookies, and single chocolate chip to share with Sam now. I also purchased to take home, dozen chocolate, chocolate chip cookies, and a dozen raisin walnut cookies, and a dozen peanut butter cookies for the Coach.
Our timing is nearly perfect today Sam and I have finished the cookie we were sharing as Kathryn exits the store. Sam has chocolate on her fingers so were still busted. Kathryn only giggles and holds out her hand for the bag of cookies. I had them hidden under another bag, but quickly retrieve her bag of oatmeal cookies for her. Joan waves off the offered bag of chocolate chip cookies.
Kathryn slides into my lap as Sam giggles, she loves seeing her Mommy’s face all lit up in a smile. It’s moments like this that makes my life worthwhile, not the millions of dollars that I have. Feeling the love from Kathryn and Sam and sharing their happiness truly is what makes me feel rich.
As Kathryn sits on my lap she mentions about an art gallery, and how she like to add a few paintings to our home. Kathryn wants one in our bedroom for sure, maybe one for the family room and a few other places in the house.
There is an art gallery in town and Kathryn wants to go today, we have more than enough time before lunch, and Joan is interested too. It’s a short drive from here to an upper-class renovated neighborhood. That holds an old store, once abandoned and neglected now renovated and repaired. The art gallery is housed within this old 1930s five and dime store. The store was built with hardwood floors that are obviously been restored. They have made no effort to disguise the patchwork in areas. Some of the old light fixtures now hold modern fluorescent bulbs. It’s very interesting how they took their time and restored the place.
As Kathryn and Joan look about at various works of art. That all have prices are displayed on small tags directly under the artwork. Sam walks hand-in-hand with Kathryn as we look at various styles of the paintings within the gallery. There’s everything from modern Impressionist to the classics style portraits. As they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Good art elicits a response in its viewer. Good art will elicit either love or hatred for it nearly immediately. If you love the message concealed in the painting it’s easy to figure out how you feel about the painting. Some people never truly understand why they feel what they do about artwork. Others immediately know that the art will be a part of their life from then on, and will travel distances, sometimes great to view the art from the same artist.
Some of the art here, I immediately dislike, some I enjoy, but there’s one that I actually love I’m standing in front of it as I feel Kathryn slip her hand into mine. Sam gives me a tug and I’m so used to it I immediately lift Sam onto my shoulders, and then retake Kathryn’s hand.
Sam’s looking at it too. She gives a giggle and says, “Daddy I like it. It feels like sunrise.” I have seen a few sunrises that would remind you of this, a few sunsets too. It does give me the feeling of change, either night giving way to day, or day given way to night. I guess that’s why they titled it Change.
I guess we’re standing there long enough that the owner finally decided to show some interest in us. The old saying the clothes makes the man, apparently applied here. I was wearing blue jeans and a simple button down shirt. Kathryn a similar dressed nothing really fancy. Joan was also in jeans and a T-shirt. Sam dressed in jeans as well and a nice blouse that match Kathryn’s. I’m sure he didn’t suspect he had a millionaire and two billionaires in his store. If he had I’m sure he would have been pointing out several of the more expensive pieces by some of the more popular artist.
I really don’t pay attention to prices on things like this. On art it’s if you love it or not should be the only reason you buy it or not. Even though this art spoke to me its price was so low I’m sure the art gallery wanted to move it just for the space.
As the man approaches, Kathryn gives me a wink letting me know it is fine with her if I buy the art. I bet she even has a place selected for it. The man begins, “If you excuse me, we’re not a museum. If you’d wish to make a selection I may help you.”
I cut him off before he sticks his foot in his mouth and Kathryn drags us out of here. “I’ll take this one. Does the frame come with it?”
He’s almost shocked, but recovers quickly he said, “No, none of the pieces come with frames.”
I smile then said, “That’s good I love the art but hate the frame.” The frame is totally wrong for the artwork. Even the lighting for this artwork isn’t right. Whoever set it up obviously wasn’t trying to or didn’t know how to display it correctly. I’m no expert in it of course.
A reflection from a car on the street strikes the painting bathing it in a warm golden light; it changes the colors ever so slightly. The true beauty in the artwork now revealed. Only for a few fractions of a second but it is enough for me to understand why I was attracted to this work. This particular piece needs natural light or lighting that will give it the appearance of being in natural light.
The owner had left with my check to complete the sale. The look on his face told me he half expected it not to be good. I’ve seen this happen a couple times before a message comes up and he makes a phone call. It usually occurs when I’m buying someplace new like today. The owner is skeptical as he is explaining what I look like to whoever’s on the phone. It only takes a second before his eyes begin to widen in shock.
Some days I truly wish this would not occur, other times like today I find it extremely humorous. Here I am dressed more or less like your average young husband. I can easily pass for someone who only made a few thousand dollars a month instead of a few thousand dollars a minute.
Kathryn and I will easily have over two billion dollars by the end of the year. In December we will retire again we decided to have a class with Alyssa and possibly Sam’s Aunt Michelle and maybe one or two others. When their class finishes it should be early December with us taking more time to support the local charities through the holidays.
Marshall and a few others from the football team helped last year, we should even have more help this year. I have a secret weapon, my Princess Sam. I’m sure with just a little minor coaching Sam is so cute once I tell her what to ask very few people would be able to turn her down.
Once the gallery owner returns he smiles at me in a friendly manner. I ask him, “Do you have any other works from this artist? I like to see them, and learn a little more about this artist.”
He doesn’t realize some of the things I saw. The artist actually managed to put on the top layer of paint so thinly it is translucent. I know of one other artist who managed to do that, of course is art goes for millions and hangs in the Louvre.
He has three other works by the same artist, all poorly displayed as the first painting was or worse. I was looking at and they are equally as good. I look to Kathryn and she has an expression of agreement and I don’t need to ask. I have him total their price of the three additional paintings and purchase them all.
Once he returns he goes into his salesman’s routine, he points out several of the more popular local artist indicating their work will move very quickly. I just asked him if he has any more from this artist, he indicates he doesn’t and probably will never again. I take one of the paintings over to the window asking him to follow. In the natural light from the window the work now shows its true beauty. I tell him due the poorly done display of the artwork you didn’t get their full value from me. Having him examine the art closely, if he’s done any study of the Masters he will see this artist looks like actually had studied under them.
Only slowly he reluctantly looks at my insistence, his eyes go wide and then he rushes away coming back with a magnifying glass he again looks at the work. Seeing it for its true beauty in the natural light, seen a masterful paint strokes and the layers so translucent it’s only truly visible in the bright natural light here in the window.
He offers to buy the artwork back at twice what I just pay for it. I jokingly say, “I wouldn’t sell it back at ten times what you offered. I will buy any additional works this artist does.”
A hurt expression displayed on his face when he has to confess, “The artist, she refuses to sell anymore works to me.”
Shaking my head I say, “I don’t blame her, as poorly as you had them displayed no one could see the true beauty, or how masterful her work truly is.”
I say, “I will give you five hundred dollars for her name and address, and you can even call her to introduce me. You tell her I bought, no rescued the last four of her works from you.”
He says in a whiny voice. “She’s no one special, she hasn’t even gone to art school she’s just some kid about sixteen. I basically agreed to sell them at 50% commission.”
Then I tell him, “I would’ve purchased them ten times what you had listed if they had been displayed correctly. Her art really speaks to me.”
When he gives me her name Kathryn and I look at each other and break out laughing. He has a confused look on his face until we tell him, “We know her. There are three reasons why you will never sell her art again, first she’s a multimillionaire, and second I helped her make her millions, and third I’ll make sure whoever sells her work from now on displays it correctly. By the way she just turned seventeen a few months ago. I was the best man at her wedding, and Kathryn my wife was her maid of honor.”
Sam giggles adding, “And I was Aunt Misty’s flower girl.”
We have him pack the four paintings gingerly and special shipping containers made for art. We load the back of the SUV with these after rearranging our cargo. After stopping for a lunch, we quickly drive the rest of the way home to unload our art and search for new frames. When Misty sees her paintings she says, “You should’ve heard that asshole begging me to paint some more. Apparently someone showed him how good my work is.”
Marshall comes down from upstairs he smiling and he tells us, “Guess what we’ve been doing today, we tried our hand at trading using everything you taught us. We actually made half a million today. Not too bad for our first solo.”
MC giggles and says, “We would’ve done better, but we panicked on one when it dropped a little it was coming back up and we sold it too soon. We only broke a little better than even on it. If we had stayed with the original estimates we’ve been closer to one million today.”
I smile and say, “How many people you know can say they made half a million in a single day? So don’t sell yourself short because of one mistake, you aired on the side of caution it’s always better than make the mistake and hanging onto it for too long when it really drops.”
MC says, “I imagine if you were here, you would keep us from panicking and selling it short.”
Kathryn adds, “That comes with experience. Once you trust your own research more, and what you need to do is due in independent verification. You will take the same stock or commodity and see what each of you think is going to do. If you both are in agreement the chances are a lot less that you made a mistake. JJ and I do that all the time.”
I continue, “If either of us aren’t sure, we simply go to a different stock and try it again. I usually let Kathryn pick she’s best in finding the undervalued stocks. We once purchase stocks that were ten cents, once we showed interest in them so did others before long the same stock was going at twenty-five dollars a share and climbing. We sold at thirty-five dollars a share.”
Misty is hugging Sam, with tears in her eyes. Sam was telling her how much she loved her painting called Change. I ask Misty, “My favorite artist, when did you paint Change?”
With a giggle Misty says, “The first day Marshall and I became lovers. I painted it just before Mom and Dad kicked me out.”
Looking at it I say, “It looks like you took a month to paint that.”
Misty says, “When inspiration hits me I can paint so fast I don’t even remember doing most of it. At the end I step back and I know it’s done.”
I chuckle and say, “Whatever works for you Misty. But if you want to sell anymore or do anymore, will find a much better gallery for you to display them in. That guy had the worst lighting possible on your work. It’s no wonder they had not sold.”
That Saturday even without Alyssa, Johnny and Mom there we had breakfast like normal for the family. Joan helps with breakfast this Saturday, and has actually learned a few things from her mother. She has a scrambled eggs and cheese with the few additional spices that’s to die for. Joan is now the official scrambler of our Saturday morning breakfast.
After breakfast Uncle George tells Sam that they know for sure Lester is dead and will never be coming after her again she gives him a hug. I hope Sam will never have another nightmare about Lester.
Still didn’t stop her from coming to our room, if anything in the night woke her. She would come up the elevator and tiptoe across the bedroom. Coming onto the bed opposite Kathryn she would softly crawl over to me slide onto my chest and under Kathryn’s arm. She would always give Kathryn a kiss then she would say, “Love you Mommy. Love you Daddy.” Lay her head to my chest and go to sleep.
The second time Sam did that, she was surprised when Kathryn and I answered her. Sam asks us, “Do I have to go back to my bed?”
Kathryn giggles and says, “I would miss you if you did.”
I raise my hand in place in on Sam’s back. I say, “I would get cold. I love you sleeping on my chest you keep Daddy nice and warm.”
Sam giggles and says, “Daddy you keep me warm too.”
Sam did not do that every night she can tell when Kathryn and I need to be alone. On most nights unless she had a nightmare or felt lonely Sam would stay asleep in her room. Only after watching a horror movie with one of her aunts Sam would have a nightmare, I think they do that the torture us. Of course after the second movie like that I put my foot down; I actually restricted the satellite from showing R-rated movies.
There were some nights when I realized Sam needed us too, and Kathryn I would just bring her to our bed to sleep.
Another week passed and I spoke to Mom and Alyssa several times there were going to take a few more days possibly a week before they were ready to return. They actually have one more court date they had to attend. Because he had to meet demands the judge required a continuance and they would have to show up the next Monday. After a few of the facts of the case became evident the judge struck down several of his demands. Alyssa was stuck with support, the judge limited based on her former income.
Which was fine with me, when Alyssa come back I plan to start a new class with her. The rest of this week we did outstandingly with their class. Marshall, Misty, MC and Joan would take one stock or commodity and Kathryn and I would do another, for the week was over they had made another twenty million. At that point they were over sixty million each well within the target range, and more importantly they had learned the lessons we really wanted them to accomplish. Any one of them could set down with us and go over a selection, explain the research, and how and why it would change in price. It’s important to know when this stock or commodity will decrease in cost as well and the factors that cause that. The four of them are very aware of those causes. They now know what to look for in advance.
I would always be there for them and willing to give them a helping hand and they agreed to do the same for me. They agreed to assist with any new class I would instruct. This would be a refresher for them and an opportunity to make additional money. They also realized how good it felt to help others. They can tell that Kathryn and I were proud of them.
Joan with a giggle said, “Until this last two weeks, it felt like JJ and you Kathryn were just handing us money right and left. I realize now each and every day were a lot of lessons. You made sure we were doing it right.”
Daniel did ask Kara out that weekend, he took her into town for dinner and a movie. She seemed very happy, and they were going to continue dating. He had already asked her out again which she accepted the date. By the time our class ended, Daniel is been working on their blueprints and have them nearly finished, only minor changes in a few spots for Marshall’s and Misty’s again. MC was very happy with hers.
Joan looked over hers and asked my advice. I told her, “You should add a few more rooms you may need them at a later date for nieces to sleep over once in a while.”
She looked at me and giggled before she said, “Instead of them sleeping over, you and Kathryn can go over, and I’ll come over here. My nieces can sleep in their own bed. You will just have to change the sheets on mine.”
I chuckled and ask her, “Where your kids going to sleep?”
Joan gets a thoughtful look on her face, “I never thought of that, I guess I will have to have a couple smaller bedrooms added.” Joan gets Daniel to add total four bedrooms that make her house have a total of seven bedrooms. She has Jack and Jill bath instead of each bedroom having separate baths on the smaller bedrooms.
I also suggest they should have safe rooms built as well. I said, “Just in case we have a tornado or something, you may not be able to get to my house in time, but you’ll be always welcome.”
Daniel adds that to their homes, it really doesn’t cost that much more to add because they all have basements anyway.
We decide to continue on with the class until Alyssa, Johnny and Mom return from California, which may be another week.
Them leaving seem to bring on the rain, we’ve had several inches and the last two weeks and the Lake has responded well, coming back up to a usable level. We have been fortunate that none of them have been severe thunderstorms. Although the Lake is a little murky it would be fine for just riding around in Kathryn speedboat.
After trading today we decide we’re going to go to a movie and dinner out. Of course I bring the entire family and we descend upon a restaurant we like in town. The owner has a bright smile on his face as he ushers us in. We get two waiters considering how large our party is, and we easily take up half the restaurant dining area. It being the middle summer there’s not a lot of people here. Our little town isn’t that much of a tourist attraction. The Lake is not that large and we’re too close to the smoky mountains and too far away from the coast.
There is some farming in the wider valleys near here, but not much. Nothing in the way of industry has ever really been part of this area. There is some lumber but not extensively. So this area is pretty sparsely populated it wasn’t for this small town they would be much here at all. That was the reason I initially like this area. I wanted to get away from the larger cities and their major problems. Now I can’t see myself living anywhere but a small town like this.
I bump into one of the chief organizers for our Christmas charities an older man by the name of Jeremy. It’s a chance for me to brag on Sam. I’m telling about how she got such a kick out of giving her birthday present as gifts to the family. He is thinking as well as I am and we both blurt out at the same time. “That’s what we need to do.”
I guess that’s how the idea started, were going to help some underprivileged children and let them do Christmas shopping for their parents and siblings. The only rule is they can’t buy anything for themselves. We may have to limit them to a certain dollar amount for each parent and siblings so we can help as many as possible. The fundraising will begin before this month is over, and I agree to match every Dollar they raise.
We’re talking right at our table. Marshall gives him a check for fifty thousand dollars. Jeremy has an astonished look on his face as he looks at Marshall. MC and Joan wouldn’t be outdone either, and they hand him another two checks for fifty thousand each. Jeremy is eyes go wide he quickly realizes that easily going to be more than three hundred thousand dollars for this new program.
Jeremy places the three checks in his shirt pocket with a large smile. He shakes Marshall’s and gives Joan and MC a peck on their cheek say his thanks before he leaves. That should give the kids between two and three thousand dollars each to spend. It wouldn’t surprise me that he’ll cover to three counties with this money.
I remember when I was four years old, wanting to buy Mom something for the holiday. Once I was older I asked her for an allowance and I would say that up, she didn’t get a surprise under the tree but she usually had a tear in her eye at the store. I hope this makes some kids holidays brighter.
I know that some parents never get a single Christmas present until the children are out of the house and on their own, they much rather spend the money on their kids, then even give the kids allowance to have the kids spend money on them. I feel sorry for those children. They never get to feel the joy of giving. So they definitely lose out on part of the fun, and maybe the most important lesson in the holidays.
It still July and that’s a lot of time for Jeremy to raise money, and I tell you the truth I hope he raises a lot. We have a lot to do ourselves, ought to figure out what to get the family. This year I have Sam help me. She did an excellent job with her birthday gifts. Misty definitely used her cookbook. You need only to flip through it to realize that. There’s more than one stain on the pages. Marshall is very happy with his present too, he is wearing his tennis shoes right now. Alyssa was wearing her charm bracelet when she boarded the plane. Joan got her a good luck bead for her bracelet. Mom bought her best friend bead for it.
Sam like normal is on my lap, after Jeremy leaves Sam slides over stands on the edge of the chair and kisses me on the cheek. Sam giggles and says, “Mommy don’t you just love Daddy when he does things like that.”
Kathryn giggles, “Why yes I do Sam. He makes me so proud sometimes, especially when he does things like this and doesn’t realize how many people’s lives he’s going to touch.”
Coach chuckles, “Your Daddy used to try to hide all the good he was doing. But it just made it all the more obvious to the people who knew him.”
Helen with a giggle says, “Why do you think there were three ministers that insisted on helping with JJ’s and Kathryn’s wedding. Nearly eight thousand people showed up for it. Why we hired every restaurant in town to cater. Sam it’s because, soon after your Dad moved here he started doing things. Money appeared like out of nowhere for charities. The county hasn’t been able to foreclose on a single house. Someone always pays their taxes just before their houses auctioned off. He learned to cook from a retired teacher, as a way to feed her and few of her neighbors.”
Misty giggles, “Marshall is that why, were taken lessons from Ms. Sims.”
Marshall shakes his head yes with a smile. Then he says, “Maybe we’ll take your younger sister to start classes soon. She’s getting a little suspicious because you’re getting too good.”
Kathryn’s eyes light up, as she says, “I need to gets some lessons on dinner. JJ and I got breakfast down pretty good.”
Chuckling I say, “I’m better now that Sam is helping me. She’s a great spotter for the pancakes.” I give her a kiss and then place her back in my lap.
Sam giggles, “That’s because you keep looking at Mommy.”
Now I confess to Sam with a chuckle, “Whenever your Mommy is around I have a tough time paying attention to anything else very long, but maybe you Sam.”
Sam giggles, “That’s good Daddy, I know that’s because you love us.”
The food arrives in cuts our conversation short. This is one of the better restaurants in town, but you really couldn’t tell it other than us there are only two tables occupied. I know some of the other restaurants are having it tough too. The first thing when the economy goes bad people stop eating out, of course when the economy recovers the few restaurants that remain usually do very well.
We take our time eating, and the conversation goes well a lot of lighter subjects. The wait staff here is always right there when you need them, my tea hardly ever gets empty as well as anyone else’s around the table. When Sam says she didn’t like one of the sides I ordered, they bring order mac & cheese for her. The way the owner runs this place is like a well-oiled machine. Considering two of the wait staff is his daughters, and seemed to be born to the business.
The wait staff still does their job well, but they’re missing the cheery attitude, especially his daughters that I’m accustomed to seeing around here. I can tell something is wrong, there’s nothing wrong with the food is excellent. There’s something else that seemed to hang in the air, like a low cloud over your airport. It’s there and there’s nothing you can do about it, you can’t fly forever so sometime you just going to have to trust your instruments and land. Right now my instruments are my instincts, and what they’re telling me is there something happening that they don’t want to share with anyone else.
When one of the tables gets up to leave and stops of the cashier, the owner, Robert everybody calls Bobby, simply smiles and says the check is on him tonight. They gleefully think him and leave. I move Sam to Kathryn’s lap, and she can tell I sent something is wrong. I walk up to the teller, where the owner still stands. He smiles and says, “JJ there’s no charge tonight, you can tip your wait staff if you wish.”
With a look over my shoulders at the table I realize they’re serving desserts to everyone. I shake my head before I ask, “You can’t really afford this can you?”
He shakes his head and says, “It’s either give it away or let it go bad. As much good you’ve done around here, I can’t think of anybody better to give it to than your family.”
I chuckle looking straight in the face I say, “Haven’t you heard no good deed goes unpunished.”
He raises an eyebrow before asking, “What good deed deserves punishment?”
I said, “Well you fed me for free. The least I can do is keep you in business. Besides that this is my favorite restaurant in the area. If you went out of business, I would have to hire your chef, and there’s no way I can keep her busy enough.” His chef happens to be his wife Mary.
He takes deep breath he says, “That’s a nice offer JJ but you don’t know how deep in the hole I am. I mortgage my house and this restaurant to try to keep going. I owe almost two hundred thousand dollars and the bank is threatening to foreclose in a week or so.”
With a grin I say, “Did you read the article on how much money I actually have. If you will agree to feed my family once a week for the life of this restaurant, I give you three hundred thousand dollars as a retainer, plus another twenty thousand dollars a year.”
He begins to stutter, “JJ, I, I, I can’t.”
I chuckled and say, “You are correct much as these guys eat. I will make it four hundred thousand and twenty five thousand per year negotiable.”
He comes around the counter pulls me into a hug with his strong arms, with a laugh he drags me off to the kitchen and explains to his wife. His wife is a beautiful woman, but her eyes are a little red and puffy I know she’s been crying for a long time. The wait staff is mostly their children, they overhear as he excitedly explains to his wife.
His thirteen-year-old daughter, Deborah who everybody calls Debs, had been waiting on the other tables quickly sets down a picture of tea before she comes to hug me. Her eyes are a little red, but now new tears form in them.
His older daughter Sandra, one of the ones waiting on our table, stands there in shock seeing her mother and younger sister embracing me. Giggling she says, “Kathryn is going to kill him if you don’t have a good reason for that.”
Her father quickly wrapping her in a hug and tells her what has transpired. Sandra now with happy tears running down her face says, “You better make sure Kathryn understands it’s not because of her cooking.”
With a chuckle I say, “That’s something I’ll definitely try to do.”
Mary looks at Bobby before she says, “I really want to keep the restaurant, but just feeding JJ and his family once a week isn’t right. That isn’t enough, he saving our lives.”
Bobby starts to agree, and before they offer me the restaurant. The idea hit me, what one other Bobby was doing. He was using his wealth to help others to stay in business and expand, start businesses and even a few corporations. Smiling I look at Bobby and Mary before I say, “No good deed goes unpunished.” I pause while Bobby laughs, “You two want to make me work here don’t you? Well it’s not going to work; I’m going to be your silent partner. I’ll put up the money, and keep you guys going. But you guys got to manage the restaurant, I will only help with the finances and any other business issues you have. You get four hundred thousand dollars for allowing me to be your silent partner, plus twenty-five thousand dollars a year prepaid for my meals.”
Bobby shakes my hand, and Mary gives another hug, her thirteen-year-old daughter steps up on her tip toes and gives me a kiss on my cheek. Of course that’s when a curious Kathryn walks through the doors Bobby just pulled me through not five minutes before.
Kathryn, Sandra and I were friends from high school. Sandra had been in one of my self-defense classes. Her quick wit and friendly personality has won her many friends including Kathryn and I. Sandra sees Kathryn and says, “Your husband just can’t help himself when it comes to helping others.” She walks over and hugs Kathryn, then whispers in her ear.
Kathryn has a slight confused look for second then she says with a giggle, “That’s seven so far, if what I am thinking is correct.”
Sandra says, “If you are adding the four of us, yes.”
Kathryn giggles, “That’s one reason I love him.” Then she holds up a glass, “Sam needs a little more milk.” Sandra practically sprints to the refrigerator to return with a gallon of milk and refills Sam’s glass.
The two of them returned to the table with Sam’s milk.
The table goes quiet and I hear Sanders voice explaining why I’m in the kitchen. I said to Mary and Bobby, “I will be by tomorrow and will settle everything. You two have a great night sleep, and don’t you worry about your finances we’ll fix those.”
Mary went back to fixing food for the other table. While Bobby walked me back to the table to cheers from my family and the rest of the restaurant. He smiles and says, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
We caught the early movie; while we’re in the theater the clouds raised high into the air. These towers of moisture would bring about a thunderstorm just as the evening sun set. Living in the southeast have these exquisite thunderstorms occasionally, with lots of lightning showing how brilliantly Mother Nature can put on her own light show. The lightning bolts are massive discharges of electrical energy, some containing enough power to light up an entire city, yet so wild and unpredictable.
When Kathryn and I first started dating, I saw my first thunderstorm with her in my arms. We sat on her front porch swing and watch the approaching storm. It was just a little after sundown in the massive lightning bolts reached all the way from the ground to far above the clouds. As they come closer you lost the perspective of being able to see them continue on skyward. The sound of the thunder shook us in that porch swing. From that day forward I’ve always loved spend time with Kathryn just watching a thunderstorm. Since we became lovers we would watch the thunderstorm during the height of the storm we would move to our bed to make love.
You could almost feel the static in the air, and knew the thunderstorm would approach this evening. Kathryn and I grinned at each other knowing we would watch the thunderstorm and then make love like we had so many times before.
That evening as Sam is getting ready for bed we can hear the low rumble of thunder in the distance. Sam asks, “What’s that sound?”
Kathryn says, “It’s a thunderstorm Sam. That’s the sound of lightning.”
Sam giggles, “Lightning is very noisy Mommy.”
I didn’t think any more of it, as we tuck Sam in for the night. We passed grandma she was in the kitchen had a cup of tea before she went to bed. She tells us, “That’s going be a pretty big thunderstorm tonight. The way my arthritis is acting up, really lets me know.”
We wish her a good night, and Kathryn gives her a hug and a kiss. We head to the elevator and go to our room.
We have a partial covered balcony that overlooks the River, and the meadow with the boat house. Kathryn and I have a long porch glider, most of these are between four and six foot long, but I specially ordered mine to be 7 and a half foot long. Constructed from redwood and has cushioned seats. It’s more like a couch than an outdoor piece of furniture. Kathryn goes into the closet she says, “I’m getting a blanket and an extra pillow. It feels a little cool to me, and once the rain starts it should start getting cooler fast.”
I do notice it has cooled off, as the cool air sweeps out from the thunderstorm. That wind seems to sweep the mosquitoes and other insects away as well. It makes it a lot more enjoyable to be outside just to watch the lightning. The sun set hidden by the dark and foreboding clouds to the west. Kathryn comes out carrying the pillow and blanket wrapped around her. She sets the pillow down getting my attention. With a giggle she opens the blanket to show she is nude underneath. She wiggles her hips and says, “I think my husband is overdressed.”
As I start to pull my clothes off Kathryn giggles and says, “If you take them off out here they will blow away.”
I walk in and continue taking off my clothes bringing my shirt with me. Now that I’m fully undressed I step back out onto the balcony and pull the door closed behind me. Kathryn giggles seeing my hardened manhood. She says, “I think my husband likes this idea.”
I slide in beside Kathryn as she wraps the blanket around me as well. Our lips meet as the hunger in me reaches its height. I hunger for Kathryn, and only she can satisfy it with her love. She cuddles in close to me, and the cool air makes the warm feeling of her body so much more enjoyable.
The sound of thunder is so much stronger now; the wind now carries a mist with it that chills the exposed skin of our bodies. This increases the contrast from where our bodies come together and where they don’t. As my hand travels over her it’s as if the skin underneath my hand instantly heats to my touch. Kathryn pulls back with a shiver, and her nipples hardened from the cool air and mist.
The first flash of lightning overhead lights up Kathryn’s beautiful face. The boom of thunder shakes the whole world around us. Her eyes are green and happy as she raises herself positioning my cock and situate herself as she slowly sinks down my manhood, enjoying every millimeter as it slowly forces her pussy open. She’s hot wet and tight compared to the cool air that did surround me. I do so much want to feel her warmth. I lean forward and pull her close into a long passionate kiss. Kathryn wiggles the last of me deep into her. We grind our bodies together giving pleasure to each other. Another flash followed by another boom and Kathryn begins to move her hips back and forth. We make love with no great urgency, just wanting to spend the time together in each other’s arms.
We’re making love for a very long time, as Kathryn has several orgasms and spurts wetting me several times. The smell of sex is strong even with breeze blows it quickly away. Kathryn has moved into a reverse cowgirl position so she can watch the storm as I play with her breasts. The storm seem to have lightened up some will last few minutes but as Kathryn approaches her orgasm and I do too huge bolts of lightning flashed across the sky. Kathryn in my orgasm hits us as the deafening sound of thunder vibrates are very souls.
Kathryn leans heavily into me breathing hard and she rises and falls with my breath. Our bodies tingle from the afterglow of our orgasms. Another deafening roar of thunder shakes us and I hear a small high-pitched squeal that has to be Sam. I look over my shoulder into the bedroom and see Sam standing in the middle of the room. Sam stopping there once she realizes the bed is empty. Sam stands there trembling is another boom causes her to scream again. Kathryn is noticed her screams in calls to her, “Sam it’s okay, it’s only thunder. It’s not going to hurt you my beautiful little Sam.”
Now that Sam knows where we are at nothing can stop her, she runs throws the door open and jumps into Kathryn’s arms. We’re both nude and covered in sweat. Again Sam doesn’t care she needs us to run the fear away. Kathryn’s close the blanket before Sam’s gotten there and she jumps into Kathryn’s lap and clings to her Mommy. When my hands slipped from underneath the blanket to hold Sam I feel her trembling against us. Kathryn slowly calms her down.
I finally ask, “Sam haven’t you seen a thunderstorm before?”
Sam shakes her head no before saying, “I lived in Oregon with my grandma. I never saw anything like this before.”
Sam is paying a lot more attention to the storm now that she feels safe in our arms. I have to admit their site to watch. This is easily the most intense thunderstorm we’ve had lately. Another loud boom causes Sam to bury her face into the blanket. She gingerly lifts her eyes back up to see what’s going on.
Flash of memory from my premonition I say before I even realize it, “Sam see the big oak tree near the end of the meadow. Sam shakes her head seeing where I am pointing. It’s almost like a countdown in my head as I point to the tree and tell Sam, “Watch.” I snap my fingers just an instant before a large bolt of lightning strike the tree sharing off several limbs only on the side nearest us. This off balanced the tree and then a gust of wind finishes the job as the tree tumbles away from us.
Kathryn and Sam so in shock at the site that they both don’t react until the huge boom shake them. They both squeal hiding their faces against me. I chuckle and say, “I guess we better get in now.”
I lift both in my arms and carry them as they giggle.
Once inside Sam notices the smell and giggles. Sam states, “You two were hugging each other and making funny noises again.”
Another loud boom of thunder and a squeal from Sam answers my question before I even asked. Too frightened by the storm to be alone right now, one of us will have to stay with Sam. I asked Kathryn, “Do you want to take your shower first or should I?”
The crack of rolling thunder and Kathryn’s eyes go wide. I know neither of us is going to have a shower until after the storm has finished. I take used pajamas and put them on. Lay back in the bed Sam immediately scrambles to my chest holding me tightly. Kathryn follows my example lays down in her pajamas beside me. Every flash of lightning Sam’s face is up with wide eyes. When the boom of thunder follows Sam hides her face against me.
After the next flash I count aloud, “one thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three” boom and Sam hides her face against me again I tell her. “What were you afraid of Sam that was very far away?”
Sam doesn’t get a chance to answer is another flash fills the room. And I count aloud, one thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three, one thousand four then the boom of thunder but Sam doesn’t hide her face this time. With a smile I say, “See Sam the thunderstorm is leaving it won’t last much longer.”
Sam asks, “How do you know Daddy?”
Sam gets her first physics lesson. I start by saying, “Sam you know thunder is the sound lightning makes, when you’re very close to the lightning the sound sounds like it’s the same time. But the light moves faster than the sound so the farther you are away from the lightning the longer it takes thunder to get to you.”
Sam’s face lights up with another flash more relaxed this time and she counts with me as we get to one thousand six the boom of the lightning reaches us. With a smile Sam asks, “That means is getting further away?”
I tell Sam, “The lightning is, the rain should start real soon.” And just as soon as I finish saying that the heavy rain began.
Again Sam’s eyes widen before she asks, “How did you do that Daddy?”
Kathryn echoes, “Yes, how I did you do that?”
With a chuckle I said, “Well if I told you. How would I have any surprises left? What you know the secret it’s easy, but for right now let’s get some sleep.”
I get two groans from my two loves that cause me to chuckle some more.
“Okay I guess I’ll tell you. I saw it in a premonition my beautiful Princess.” Kathryn knows which premonition I’m speaking of. But because Sam is now our life I wondered how much will change from that premonition. I see now how many things have changed; Marshall and Misty instead of having a wedding announcement in the same paper will probably have a birth announcement. Alyssa. Joan and Johnny now live with us, Kathryn’s and my wedding was on her fourteenth birthday instead of on her sixteenth birthday. We helped four of our friends so far to be financially independent. And the biggest change of all Sam. None of these changes Kathryn and I would undo for anything, especially Sam.
I continue, “Sam some things I saw about my future have come true. Other things are much better. Having you in my life is much better than what I foresaw. You’re the prize that our good deeds have won us. Maybe your Angel Daddy and Mommy knew we would help you from what we’ve done before. They changed my future to help you. I love being your Daddy Sam, and I would never change that. If they changed my future they changed it for the better.”
Sam with wet eyes says, “I love being your Princess Daddy. I love being your beautiful little Sam Mommy. I think they did change your future Daddy. I know Lester didn’t want to come here. But old Mommy wanted him to. She had to beg him to come. Then old Mommy made him leave me outside. Lester had whipped me a couple times because I ran away. Lester was very bad to me Daddy. I’m glad he’s dead.”
Caressing Sam’s back I say, “Me too Sam.”
Kathryn gives Sam a kiss is tears run down her cheeks. Outside the rain still falls but not nearly as having as it did before. Thunder is gone far into the distance and soon the storm will pass. Tomorrow will be bright and sunny just a little more humid and the downed tree will be the only signs of the storm tonight. Course my premonition told me of the treasure we will find. That needs returned to Sam’s great grandma.
Tomorrow morning bright and early before grandma has a chance to leave, I’ll take Sam over to discover her great grandma’s treasure.
It doesn’t take long for Sam finally relaxes and goes to sleep. Kathryn whispers softly, “Are we going to give the gold back? You know she’ll say you bought the land it yours.”
I whisper in return, “That’s why I will have Sam find it. I’ll make her say Sam’s family and since family found it, the gold is still hers.”
Kathryn giggles before whispering back, “That’s my husband, devious with a heart of gold.”

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True Confessions of a Real Slave Part 3

After my night with John I woke up refreshed, and excited to start the day. Before John left he had requested I go to his house tonight once I’m done with my work for the day. I work from home, so I could really leave anytime I wanted to, but my work is important so I decided I needed to focus on that first.
I took my shower, and I realized that today was going to be the first day of wearing nothing while I worked. I have to admit it was a bit arousing when at 10am I had a conference call with two of my male clients in the UK. I kept thinking to myself if only they knew I was sitting here completely naked. It was complete torture all day knowing that I wasn’t allowed to touch myself, as masturbating during breaks had become a habit. Working from home certainly had its perks, but I was almost wishing I was in an office at the moment around people so that I would for sure not start rubbing my clit. I certainly didn’t want to disappoint John on this first day, and I made up my mind that I wouldn’t.
At 12:30pm I received a text from John that read…”My house 5pm! Do NOT urinate from now until I see you! That’s an order baby.” Don’t urinate? Was he kidding? How was I going to wait until 5pm to not pee? In that instant I started having doubts of myself. I wanted this so bad. I wanted nothing more than to please John, but did I have the strength to do everything that he asked of me? I tried to push the thought out of my head, and focus on work for the rest of the day. At about 4pm I closed up, and that’s when it hit me that I needed to pee so badly. I hadn’t had anything to drink since the text; for fear that I wouldn’t be able to hold it. I was thirsty, and a little bit miserable. I was doing this for John though. I tried really hard to keep thinking that.
About 4:55pm I pulled into John’s house. He lived in a really nice part of town. In fact, a good friend of mine when we were growing up lived just a few houses down. Her Dad was the lawyer for the city we lived in. So I knew that the houses here were not cheap. I remember my Dad saying that John was a CEO for some big insurance company before he moved back to town a few months ago. I wasn’t sure at this point if he still worked, or if he was retired. My father was a fireman, and firemen are able to retire at an earlier age than many professions.
There were four other vehicles in the driveway. I recognized John’s vehicle, but I had no clue who the others belonged to. I rang the doorbell, and I could feel my body tensing up. I was excited to see John, but also very nervous. John opened the door, and immediately pulled me into him, enclosing me in a big bear hug. He kissed my forehead. “Right on time baby girl,” he said. He leaned over and whispered to me, “I have plans for you today baby girl, and I need you to keep trusting me. Can you do that?”
“Of course I trust you,” I said but my mind was running wild with thoughts of what he had planned.
“Do you remember the rule I gave you upon entering my home? Please take care of that. I don’t want to remind you again.” he said.
“There were a bunch of cars in the driveway…so I didn’t know if you had company or not.”
“If at any time I don’t want you to remove your clothes upon entering my house, I will tell you. Otherwise you just do it. Understood?”
“Yes Sir.”
The “Sir” just popped right out of my mouth, but he had smiled when I said it. So I think he liked it. I pulled my shirt over my head, and unsnapped my bra. I folded them both up and placed them on a chair. I looked around and I saw nobody, so I still haven’t figured out who those vehicles belonged to. Clearly nobody else was here, or John wouldn’t have had me remove my clothes. Feeling a little more confident I took my shorts off. No panties of course, as John had taken those yesterday.
“Good girl,” he said. Every time he said “good girl” it sent a tingle through my body. It meant that he was pleased with me, and that meant everything. He moved so he was standing directly in front of me. He slid a finger through my pussy lips, and asked “Did you do as I said regarding urinating Sami?”
“I did, Sir, but I need to pee badly now.”
“Good, then we’ll get started.” He led me through the house, and he pointed out where the kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and his bedroom were. He led me back further down the hallway to the last room. He opened the door, and motioned me inside. The room was painted black, and there was a bed with white sheets. Along one wall there was a rack of sorts, with belts of different sizes hanging from it. There was a closed brown cabinet in one corner. “Go ahead and crawl on the bed Sami. We are going to be doing our first inspection, before we have any fun today. Let’s start by having you lay on your back.” He moved toward the bottom of the bed, and he pulled up two ankle straps that were attached my small chains to the corner of the bed. He put each ankle in a strap, and tightened the chain so that I couldn’t move my legs at all. He did the same at the head of the bed with my wrists.
I felt completely and totally exposed to John. He could do anything he wanted to me at this moment, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. That thought was scaring, and VERY arousing.
“Sir?”
“Yes, baby girl?”
“I really need to pee. I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”
“You need to. There will be no peeing in this bed. Do you understand, Sami?”
“But, I don’t know if I can hold it.”
“You can, and you will!” he said in a voice I had only heard one other time when he was gagging me with his cock last night. He walked out of the room without saying anything. And, about two minutes later he walked back in, and he wasn’t alone.
Immediately I started to struggle to try and get out of the straps. I tried so hard to close my spread legs. “John, what’s happening? Why are…” and he interrupted me.
“Quiet Sami! No more talking.” he ordered.
He turned to the three guys that followed him in. “This is Sami guys. What do you think?”
The tall brown haired guy said, “Nice John, real nice. How old is she?”
John replied that I was 30, and he told the guys a shortened version of how we met.
I was humiliated laying there with my legs forced open, and these four men standing there and looking at me, and talking like I couldn’t hear them.
John smiled, “I’m going to get this inspection done, you guys can wait in the backyard or you’re welcome to stay and watch.” My tears got harder to control, as I realized the three strange men were going to stay and watch.
John first examined both of my breasts. I have very large breasts (34DD) so he picked them up, and he rubbed them and he looked closely at them. He moved to the side of me so he could see if I had shaved my armpits well enough. He took his right hand and he rubbed right above my pussy, checking for any signs of hair. There was one spot that he kept coming back to, “Sami you missed a spot right here. Did you use a mirror to check before you presented yourself to me today?”
Still crying I mumbled, “No.” By this time my whole body was shaking, and I was crying uncontrollably. John ignored it. He acted as if I was perfectly fine. “Sami it needs to be completely smooth every single day. There are no exceptions, ever. I thought I had made myself clear.”
“I’m sorry,” I promised that I would do better next time. He said that I would be receiving a punishment for it, to help me remember to do a better job next time. I thought to myself, “Wasn’t being humiliated in front of these men that I don’t know punishment enough?”, but I certainly didn’t say that out loud. John walked to the cabinet, and when he opened it I could see all kinds of things from butt plugs on the top shelf, to a crop. All sorts of things that I would become familiar with in time I assumed. That was if I could make it through this first day. He pulled out something that looked like what the Doctor used on me at my gyno appointments. As he turned around with it I confirmed in my mind that’s what it was.
“Hey Steve, can you check to see if I need the lube please.”
“Sure, man.” And before I could think about what was happening Steve was leaning over the bed and he had inserted a finger all the way in my hole. “God damn girl. No you definitely don’t need lube, she is soaked.”
John started laughing as he walked back over to the bed. He rubbed the speculum along my pussy picking up all of the wetness. He leaned over to where he was basically sitting on the bed, “Hold still, Sami. It won’t hurt I promise.” He inserted the speculum, and as he was pushing it in he was watching my face. Still I couldn’t control the tears, but he didn’t seem to notice. He opened the speculum, and he was right it didn’t hurt. It just felt like my pussy was being stretched open a little. He pulled out a mini flashlight from his pocket and he turned it on pointing it inside. The pressure to pee was becoming unbearable, and my body was instinctly making me move my hips a little to relieve the pressure. He told me that everything looked good. He closed the speculum, and removed it. He started rubbing my clit, and watching my facial expression. I think he thought that was going to calm me down, but really it was making it worse. I didn’t want these guys to be watching us do this.
John unstrapped my ankles, and I was instantly relieved. Finally, I would be able to relieve myself, and these guys would go away. Instead, of letting my wrists go, John reached over my head and behind the headboard he pulled out two more straps with chains. He started putting them on my ankles, but these were in the area that made my legs stick straight in the air and pulled back a little. I began to cry again. “Sami please stop crying.”
“But Sir I need to pee!”
“I know you do, and you will pee when I tell you to. Now stop!”
“Take a good look at that ass boys. That’s a virgin right there.” John said with a slight snicker.
“Oh hell John, are you fucking kidding?” said the tall brown haired guy who I now know is Steve.
“Yep, dead serious. She hasn’t had anything up there yet.”
John walked back over to the cabinet, while the guys were making comments about my asshole, and how tight it probably was. John returned with a bottle, and he opened it and he was putting lube all over it. He bent over the bed, “Relax Sami. If you relax it won’t hurt.” I tried really hard to relax, but I couldn’t. I could feel his finger touching the opening, and it was just a reflex I couldn’t control. I couldn’t relax. He started pushing his finger in, and it hurt so badly. I started screaming and kicking my legs what little I could move them. I begged John not to do this yet. I begged him to make the guys leave. I begged and begged and begged. John ignored me completely. The guys were egging John to push it in further and further. Once John had his entire finger pushed in, he started moving it around a little. He slowly removed it, and pushed it back in. I screamed louder than I did the first time. Almost immediately he removed it completely, and he brought it up close to my face. He touched the finger that was just in my ass to my lips. “Suck it baby girl. I need this ass clean. I’m not going to enjoy putting my cock up there when it’s dirty. Do you understand?” I shook my head yes, as he slid the finger in my mouth. I didn’t fight him on this. I just sucked his finger clean.
“One last thing before I unstrap you.” He walked back to the cabinet in the corner of the room, and he pulled something out. He walked back to the bed, “You’re getting 5 smacks for the spot of hair that you missed Sami. Every time you receive a punishment like this you need to count. When you reach the last number, you’ll thank me for the lesson. Do you understand?”
“Y yes yesss Sir,” I stammered.
He set the wide part of the spoon on my open pussy, right over my clit. He looked straight in my eyes, and he lifted up and smacked my pussy. I screamed “One”, and burst into tears again. Before I could regroup he smacked me again, “TWO!” He stopped for a few seconds, and then he smacked my pussy even harder two times in a row, “THREE, FOUR!” The guys were loving it. They were all laughing and egging John to go harder. He set the spoon on my pussy one more time. As he lifted it I felt my body jerk, and then I felt the worse pain I had ever felt right on my clit, “FIVE! Thank you Sir”. I was crying so hard. My body was limp from fighting, and limp from crying. With his hand John rubbed my pussy. It was a rub trying to tell me that it was ok, but my clit hurt so bad that the rubbing was making me cry harder.
The short guy with brown hair told John, “Hey John we’ll be waiting outside.” And the other two guys followed him out of the room. Finally, they were leaving. Thank God!
John took the straps off of my wrists and my ankles. He climbed into bed with me, and cuddled up against me. “You ok baby?” I didn’t answer him. I just started to cry as he put his arms around me. “You’ll get used to it,” and he leaned over to kiss me. I wanted to believe that I would get used to it. I still didn’t understand why I wanted to give myself to someone, and why this desire and need was so powerful inside of me. He rubbed my clit, as he held me.
“I still need to pee Sir. Can I please go to the bathroom now?”
“Yes, you may. Follow me, and I’ll show you where you can pee at.” I remembered passing the bathroom and that was just down the hallway, so I was a little confused why John needed to show me. I followed him out of the room, and he walked past the bathroom. I stopped, and pointed to the bathroom, confused and not knowing what to say. “No, you’ll only use that bathroom when you need to do #2”, he said laughing. What the heck? I kept following him, and he started toward the sliding glass door that lead to his backyard. He opened the door, and motioned me to go outside. I stood frozen. I couldn’t go outside naked in the middle of the day. “My yard is completely fenced in Sami, nobody can see in.” Reluctantly, I stepped one foot outside and looked around. The guys that I had just met were sitting at a table to the left, drinking and smoking. John took me by the arm and led me to a section of the yard that was toward the right. It was about a 12 foot by 12 foot area that was sectioned off by a line of gravel on all sides.
“When you are here, and you have to pee this is where you will relieve yourself. Do you understand?”
I didn’t answer him. I just stared at this section of grass, thinking to myself that I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t come outside to pee. I couldn’t pee in front of these guys. Then I looked at John, and knew that I would. This is what he wanted me to do. I had already learned once today how it felt to disappoint him, and I don’t mean the pain. I hated knowing that he wasn’t pleased with the the poor job of shaving that I did. Suck it up Sami, I told myself. I walked towards the middle of the area, and I saw the three guys get up and head over. They stopped at the gravel, and with beer in hand they were ready to watch me pee. I closed my eyes, spread my legs and squatted. I had to pee so badly, and I just needed to push them out of my mind. In a matter of a few seconds I felt the relief, as I started to pee. Once I was done, I opened my eyes. The first thing I noticed was the short hefty guy had pulled his cock out and was stroking it. John told me to follow him, and on the far side of the 12 x 12 area there was a little barn. Behind the barn was a plastic tub. John opened it and showed me the contents. There were two rolls of toilet paper, and a plastic bag. He explained that after peeing I would wipe with that toilet paper, and discard it in the plastic bag. I did as he said, with all of the guys watching me.
We walked back over toward the house, and the guys. “Sami, I want to introduce you to my friends.” Pointing at the tall brown haired guy, “This is Steve. Steve and I have been friends for almost 30 years. He actually knows your father too. He has a slave who you will meet soon, her name is Steph.” John walked over to the quiet guy who had hardly said a word the entire time, “This is Josh. He is the newest person to our group. We’re teaching him the ropes. He has a slave, and her name is Rita.” And, pointing to the last of the three, “And this is Matt. He doesn’t have a slave at the moment, but he is certainly looking.” All the guys started laughing.
Steve and Josh finished their beers, and said their goodbyes to John and Matt. Relief came over me, they were all finally leaving. Matt however, still stood there with cock hanging out. I felt a little ashamed because I couldn’t stop looking at it. I could also feel my pussy becoming a little wet. His cock was not as long as John’s but it was thicker. “Sami you can head back inside, please head back to the room we were just in.” I turned around to head inside, and I could hear John and Matt talking but I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
As I entered the room, I had time to take everything in a little more. I glanced at the belts again, and I peered into the cabinet as John had left it open. So many things that I have seen online before, but never in person. I turned around and in the corner of the room that I hadn’t seen before was a video camera set up. Before that even registered in my mind John and Matt came in the room. John said, “I need to run and get a pack of cigarettes, and Matt is going to stay here with you. He has permission to use two of you three holes, and he can do anything he wants. He’s in charge.”
“Wait, no you can’t leave me here with him. I don’t know him.” I cried.
“Sami, he’s my friend and you’ll be fine. You need to get used to my friends. Do as he says.” and out the door he went closing it behind him. I ran over to the door, and Matt was right behind me. He grabbed my hair, and pulled me back into the room. Holding onto my hair, he pulled my head back toward him and he whispered, “You will be the slut we all know you are, and you will enjoy it.” He pushed me toward the bed, and I fell on it with my feet still on the floor. Matt came behind me and held me down there with one hand, and fingered me with the other hand. He then pulled my hair so I was standing up again next to the bed. “On your knees bitch!” he ordered. “I saw you staring at my cock outside, so don’t be shy I know what you want.”
Now I was scared, John never talked like this. Even when John used his scary voice it wasn’t like this. I did as I was told. I sat on my knees waiting for the next order, “Spread your legs”. I spread my legs as far as I could, and Matt took a hold of my hair again, and he pushed his cock inside my mouth. He fucked my mouth for about 10 minutes. During that entire time he called me names, and made fun of the way I was sucking him. He told me that it was a good thing I was getting trained, because I was a shitty cock sucker. He picked me up and threw me towards the bed again, ordering me on my back. I climbed in the bed and got on my back. He removed his pants completely and climbed on top of me. With no warning he pushed his cock inside my wet pussy. I couldn’t believe how wet it was. Matt clearly noticed too, as he started laughing. “You definitely are a slut.” He kept thrusting harder and harder inside my pussy. I felt my face grow red, as I knew Matt could see how much I was enjoying this. It made him thrust harder and deeper inside of me. “I can’t wait to feel the inside of your little asshole you fucking whore.” He kept thrusting inside of me, and my body was responding. He could tell I was getting close to cumming. “You best not cum without my permission, or you will regret it.” I was trying so hard to control it, but my body was not listening to my head. “If you want to cum, ask me bitch. Beg for it!”
“Please Matt may I cum,” I finally got out once I caught my breath. Matt pushed his cock in harder and so deep. “Not yet, but be ready.” I tried focusing on my breathing as he kept pushing his cock inside my pussy. All of a sudden his thrusts got quicker and shorter, and I could feel his cock getting ready to explode. It felt so good, and I was so embarrassed that it felt so good. I couldn’t control my body any longer. “Please Matt. Can I cum!?!” His body tensed up and he yelled, “Cum now!” As my body released the orgasm, I felt his white cream explode inside of me. He held onto me as we both shook with orgasm. We laid there for a few moments catching our breath, and Matt slow sat up removing his cock from inside of me. “Don’t move,” he ordered. He got up and he wiped his cock off with a towel that I hadn’t even noticed on the bed earlier. He walked over to the cabinet, and he pulled out a camera. “Spread your legs, and with your hands spread your pussy lips as far as you can.” I did as I was told…and he started laughing. “Damn that’s a lot of cum.” He took a picture. I could feel the cum dripping out of me. Matt started getting dressed, and just as he was zipping up his pants, I heard the front door open and close. “Don’t move until John gets back in here!” and Matt was out the door.
Again, the tears started running. Why was I crying? I asked for this. I dreamt of this. I fantasized of this. What’s wrong with me? I was playing back the whole evening in my mind, when the door opened and John walked in. “Hi baby girl. Why are you crying again?” He brushed the tears off my face, and kissed my forehead again. He moved down toward my pussy, and spread my lips apart with his hand. “I see you must have pleased Matt, and that makes me very happy. You should only be crying if you disappointed me baby girl.”
“I don’t know why I’m crying, I’m sorry Sir.”
“It’s ok. I think you’re awfully sexy when you’re in tears.” he laughed.
He removed his clothes, and he climbed in next to me again. He wrapped his arms around me. When he was loving and holding me it was the best feeling I have ever felt in my life. I felt so safe, and so loved. Nothing could be wrong when I was in his arms. He whispered, “Have you ever had two men cum inside of you in one day Sami?” I shook my head, of course not I thought. I had only had two men in my entire life cum inside of me before today. John got on top of me straddling me at my neck. He pushed his cock inside my mouth, holding my head up. “Swallow it baby. Get it nice and wet for me.” I kept sucking and taking it as far as I could down my throat. After only a few minutes he moved down toward my pussy, and he push my legs apart further than they already were. He positioned his cock at my hole, and slowly slid it in. He moaned a sound I hadn’t heard before. He leaned over so his head was right next to mine as he started fucking me. I could still feel the cum from Matt inside of me. “God Damn Sami you don’t know how much I love this. Fucking you with another man’s cum inside of you. One of my favorite things ever.” He continued pushing his cock in my already cum filled hole. “Did you enjoy Matt, be honest?” I didn’t answer him, and I looked away my face was getting hot. “Tell me Sami. Did you like being used by Matt?” I shook my head saying that I did, but I couldn’t say it out loud. Me confirming that I liked it evidently made John hornier, as he started fucking me faster and harder. He was slamming his cock inside of me. After about 10 minutes of slamming my pussy, John sat up and grabbed my legs. One last thrust he moaned and I felt my pussy filled with his white cum. He fell down next to me catching his breath, and he slid an arm around my waist. “Will you stay the night?” I shook my head yes, and I moved in close to him. He put this head next to mine, and he just held me.
We both drifted off to sleep and about an hour or so later I felt John lightly shaking my shoulder to wake up. I looked at the clock and it said it was 10pm. He ordered me to the bathroom to clean up. I followed him, and he turned the shower on. He told me to clean myself, and to make sure to give my pussy a good scrubbing. I did as he said, and I tried really hard to get all of the cum out of my pussy. Just as I turned the water off, and was stepping out of the shower he came in. He told me to hold on, and he took a hold of my arm with one hand, and the other hand he slid a finger inside my pussy. He moved it around and said, “Good girl…no sign of me or Matt.” He gave me a kiss. “I know that you have had a big day today. And, you’ve done really well. I have one more lesson for the day, and then we’ll go to sleep.” I didn’t know if my body could handle one more thing tonight I was so tired, and my body was so wore out. Not that I was physically tired, but mentally I was drained.
“What I’m going to be asking of you is very important to me Sami. I’m going to be honest and say if you refuse, it’s a deal breaker for me. This was not one of your limits, so I hope you were honest with me regarding that.” I stood in the bathtub, trying to think what it was he wanted to do. “The first few times we do this will be either in the bathroom, or outside until you are used to it and you can handle it without making a mess.” Without making a mess? What the heck is he talking about? “On your knees now,” he ordered. I slowly got to my knees. He unzipped his pants and lowered them just under his cock. “Open your mouth,” I did as he said and I started to lean toward his cock. I thought he wanted me to take it in his mouth. “No! Just sit there.” I waited, and then it dawned on me what he was doing. “He released just a little bit of piss that landed first on my chin. He moved a little closer, “Take as much of it as you can baby girl. Make me proud of you today.” He released his piss again, landing right in my mouth. After he filled it up, he held his piss and ordered me to swallow it. I did as he said. It was probably the most humiliating thing I have ever felt in my life, and at the same time it wasn’t that bad. It didn’t taste good, but seeing him smile when I swallowed it was all I needed to continue. He moved a little closer, and he put the cock in my mouth. “Let’s see how you do baby girl.” I felt the warm piss fill my mouth, and I just sucked it right out of his cock and swallowed. At one point it was coming to fast for me to swallow and some of it leaked out of my mouth. He stopped the piss to allow me time to break and catch up. As soon as I did he released the piss again. This time I swallowed more often and faster, trying so hard to make him proud of me. Finally he was done. “Baby girl you did so good!” he kissed the top of my head. When he stood up he pushed his cock in my mouth again, and he fucked me harder than he had yet. Halfway through I started to gag, and every time I did he pushed it further and further down my throat. Holding onto my hair, and pulling me so close that my chin was touching his balls, “You don’t know what seeing you take my piss like that does to me.” His cock was hard and throbbing within a few minutes. “Look at me and suck it baby girl!” I did as he said, and after another 3-4 minutes he was cumming in my mouth. Holding my head so that I couldn’t move, his warm cum filled my throat. He slowly released me, and he told me to clean up again. He said he would be waiting in the hallway for me. I stood back up and turned the water back on. I washed all of the piss off me, and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself off, and headed out the door.
“You did so good today Sami. I am really really proud of you.” He grabbed my hand and led me back to the black bedroom where I had been most of the evening. “This is where you’ll sleep until you officially belong to me Sami.” He threw a couple of blankets on the bed, and he put his arms around me. “If you need me you can come get me in my room, otherwise I’ll see you in the morning.” I climbed into bed, completely spent. I started thinking back on the day, and everything that happened but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I drifted to sleep feeling content and happy.

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“DADDY’S EASY”

Daddy’s Easy
By Blueheatt
__Daddy would be real unhappy if he knew I was telling this story. None of my friends would believe me anyway, so what the hell…..
My daddy was having an affair with the lady down the street. Mom was having an affair with a guy at her work. They didn’t hide it much and I found out real easy. “Lynn, go to the park or something for a while.” mom or dad would say. I could see our house from the park and a guy or lady go in, stay for a while and then come out and leave.
The lady down the street’s daughter and I were best friends. Trina liked my daddy and we did a lot of talking about how she wanted to ’make out’ with him. She told me how my daddy would come in the back door and her mom would lock her out of the house to play in the back yard. She could go in the garage though, and that’s when she heard the noises. “What kind of noises?” I ask. (“…sex noises..”) she said. Her moms bedroom was right above the garage and close to the vent duct she could hear my daddy and her mom having (sex). I didn’t believe her until she called me and said to ’come over quick’ to the side gate. She took me in the garage to listen.
She was right. I’d never heard my daddy groan- talk like that. I noticed Trina rubbing her pussy slightly as she listened. I was breathing hard my self. I had seen my daddy naked before and I pictured him naked and on top of Trina’s mom. Now I wanted to rub my pussy too. I was to embarrassed until Trina reached over and whispered: (“..rub right here..”) She took my hand and put it on my own pussy. She took mine and her one finger and rubbed it right on my clit. That….felt real good. I liked her rubbing me. She took my other hand and put it over her clit. Now we were rubbing each other.
This was so exciting for me, I had never done this before. We kept going. We both had on our school uniforms with skirts. She went under my skirt and rubbed me over my panties. I did the same. Next she went down my panties and her finger was rubbing my bare pussy and clit. I followed and felt her wet pussy. We turned and faced each other with our eyes closed. We listened to my daddy and her mom make hot sexy noises, above us. Every thing was changing in my life. I was having new feelings that were awesome. To hear my daddy and her mom have sex was effecting me in a new way, all over my body. Trina had heard them before, but for me…oh my god…this was so sexy, and now with her fingering me for the first time, I was trembling inside in an exciting way I never knew about. I found I too would love to be her mom and having my daddy have sex with me. I had only ever thought about that once before, and quickly stopped thinking about it, being so taboo and all.
He warm body against mine was my first time to have a girl touch me, and I liked it. To feel her all turned on as I felt her wet pussy was all new. Her breathing in my ear was even sexy. Then she whispered out of breath: (“…I wish your finger was your daddy rubbing on me. Put your finger inside me and rub your thumb on my clit.”…) I got a wave of good feelings when she said that. Both our fingers went inside us She held my finger and guided it in and out of my pussy. I did the same to her very wet pussy. Our thumbs rubbed our clits a little faster. I imagined it was my daddy doing it. Something was building up inside of me as we both panted in our ears. Wow…I was excited with sneaking a mutual fingering of us. We could hear them over us moaning and groaning. Our hips started to rock together and them it happened. We orgasmed together. We both let out a tiny moans of our own. We squirmed and this new feeling took me over and I pressed my tits up against hers. Everything felt good and exciting. We just kept slow rubbing and savored the thrill we just had….
We later both planed a sleepover. Our thoughts were to have all night to play with our pussy’s and this was making us fantasize all kind of new things. Our naked bodies under the covers. Touching and feeling each other as our fingers repeated our mutual orgasms. I could hardly sleep that night. I fingered myself and imagined it was her and then my daddy doing it.
Friday night finally came and our sleepover. Mom was gone for the weekend, but daddy was home. When I told Trina that my daddy would be home tonight,….she gasp on the phone. She paused…… she whispered that she had a ’plan’ she would tell me later in person. I had a feeling what she had in mind. My mind was racing with all the thing that ’could’ happen with her and my daddy. She was bold and aggressive and my daddy already liked her a lot. I had seen Trina rub up against daddy before when she thought no one was looking. I could tell he liked it too.
I now had mixed feelings about her and my daddy getting together. Just maybe….if daddy made out with me…..he wouldn’t need to go over to Trina’s mom and stay home with me.
I felt my pussy getting wet with all the thoughts I was having, it felt good to rub it a little. I thought ….wouldn’t it be cool if my daddy made a sexual move on me. I would let him. We could make out when mom was not home. As I thought I put my hand inside my panties and I was really wet. I closed my eyes and leaned against my bedroom wall. I relived Trina’s finger in me and then on to my daddy doing it instead. I felt an orgasm building up in my pussy. I took my thoughts further. My daddy’s finger was now his hardon going in and out of my pussy. Now the orgasm increased and was about to happen. I went for it and moaned out a little as I felt my daddy’s hard on in me. My hips jolted as my orgasm hit. It was the best one yet and took my breath away. My heart was beating so fast, I loved the feeling.
‘Ding dong‘, Trina was at the door. I watch from the top of the stairs as daddy answered it. She came in with her back pack. As soon as daddy shut the door, she was hugging him. He looked around to see if I was around. I stayed hidden. They both instantly started making out. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but I didn’t need too. They were feeling each others asses and he started kissing her. Mom was due home any minute. They did a quick feel up of each other and I saw my daddy feeling her titties. She in turn felt the front of his pants. I was in sexual shock, having never seen this before. I was jealous and excited all at the same time. My pussy pulsed as I watched. Oh how I wished that was me in daddy arms.
Mom called and said she had to go out of town? ….bullshit….we all knew better than that. Trina and I fixed dinner as I watch her eyeball daddy. Later she ask me to go in my bedroom and stay there and not come out. She wanted to ’talk’ with my daddy. I said: “No, you guys ’talk’ down stairs, I want to watch!” We giggled and she said ’ok’. She whispered: (“..I want to make out with him so bad, he has big fingers too!…”) I felt jealous but excited too. We now had on our night clothes and she pulled me close and felt my pussy. I felt hers too and said out of breath that tonight we were going to have so much fun in my bed. She nodded her head as I felt her finger go inside me.
For some strange reason….I felt like kissing her neck….so I did. She gasp and returned the kisses. This was a first for both of us and we just let it happen. Slowly we kissed our faces. Her warm breath was awesome. I loved it when she was all turned on. Our hands started feeling our bodies. I had never felt another girls titties before, but now I just went for it. We were bra- less and we started making out for the first time. She whispered: (“…later, I want to do a lot more, ok?..”) My heart jumped a beat as I nodded my head. We didn’t want to stop, but she wanted to go down stairs to sit with my daddy.
I was now going to watch a make out session with her and my daddy and then….I was going to make out with her that night. I think every thing on my body trembled.
I got on my knees and got in my hidden spot at the top of the stairs and waited. She must have told him, I wouldn’t be coming down so they wouldn’t be disturbed.
I watched them come and sit on the couch. I could see everything perfectly. Up stairs was all blacked out so they couldn’t see me. I felt my pussy wetness run down one leg. This was over the top in my body’s sex department. My tittie nipples even tingled.
Trina had on a shortie lavender robe. She turned and laid her head in daddy’s lap. She put her hand under daddy’s shirt and rubbed his chest. He played with her hair as she snuggled close to him. He started rubbing her back and soon his hand went to her front. I knew he was feeling her tits. She moved up and started kissing him. I could see her tongue going in his mouth. They were making out real hot like. I watched him slowly lay down with her on her back.
I so wished it was me.
He started kissing down to her tits. She was squirming slightly as she played with his hair. I saw him sucking and kissing her tits. My pussy was so wet watching, I began to rub it slightly. He opened her robe all the way and now was kissing his way down. Her knees came up and then put them wide open.
I had never seen a man do this to a girl,… live. It was making me so hot to watch. I found my fingers were rubbing my slit, up and down. I saw his head now between her legs and moving. I think he was licking her pussy. She was squirming more now and making these moaning sounds. I let one of my fingers slip inside my wet pussy. It felt so good to rub inside it. I was getting hot watching and had to take a quiet big breath.
Daddy sat up. He was licking her, because her pussy was all shiny and wet. Guys must like doing that. I wondered what it was like. Daddy pulled down his shorts and out came his hardon, my first to see. It was big and pink. Trina got on her knees and put her hand on it. She got closer as she began to stroke it. Daddy took her robe all the way off and felt her butt. She got real close and kissed his hardon. Daddy began to feel her titties. She began to lick his hardon all over. Daddy guided her head to put her mouth over the end of his hardon. He moved her head up and down on it. He had her put both her hands on him and jack his hardon up and down.
I got a hot flash in my pussy as my finger went in and out. I spread my knees wide apart and took my other hands fingers and rubbed my clit. I wanted another one of those orgasms. I found out how to make it return by rubbing myself.
As I watched Trina suck on daddy’s hardon, my own orgasm was building up fast. I couldn’t dare make any noise but I wanted to moan so bad. I heard Trina moan real loud. Daddy now had his hand between her legs and fingering her pussy. She jumped. I saw white stuff coming out the sides of her mouth. She pull off as the white stuff was shooting out of my daddy’s hardon. He put her mouth back on it as more came out of her mouth. Daddy groaned as his fingers were going in and out of Trina’s pussy. She was fucking his fingers.
I lost control as the best orgasm came to me and made me squirm and shake. My fingers kept it going longer. I had to lay down on the rug and catch my breath.
My body trembled as I got up and quietly snuck back into my bedroom. I laid on my back and continued rubbing my warm wet pussy. The pictures of what I had just seen played thru my mind over and over.
I woke up to Trina crawling in bed with me….naked.
She snuggled up to me and ask me if I saw everything. I told her ‘Yes!’, and how hot it was. “Your daddy showed me so many new things. I’ll never forget this night. I wish you could have him do it for….
would you want him to do that to you?” she asked.
Of course I said “Yes!” She smiled and said:
“Oh Lynn,…. he gave me the mega hots and tingles. His tongue can do things to my pussy I never dreamed of. I’m pretty sure I had one of those ‘orgasms’, because it felt so damn good. Getting to feel his big hardon was so awesome and sucking on it got me so hot.
I didn’t know guy’s cum came shooting out and your daddy’s was hot in my mouth. The taste was exciting and I had to swallow before he put my mouth back on it. It was warm and I liked the feeling.
She had a plan. She would play like she was my daddy and ‘do me’ like he did her pussy. We turned out the light and got under the covers. She took off my nightie. She laid me down on my back and started feeling my titties. She pretended she was my daddy and tongue kissed me. I started getting those hot feelings again.
She moved down and sucked my titties so hot. She kept going down and parted my legs wide. She did to me what he did to her. I felt her tongue going up and down my already wet slit. It was awesome as she licked and rubbed my clit. Her tongue was warm and wet as she now put her fingers inside my pussy. My hips started moving with her fingers. I felt almost dizzy with excitement and sexy pleasure.
She moved back up and whispered: (“…do you want to try it?”) I gulped out a quiet..(“..yes”). We quietly rolled over so I was on top of her warm body. Now I was my daddy and tongue kissed her real hot. I was trembling inside as I slowly moved down to now do things I had never done before.
I kissed down to her titties. I did what I had seen him do. I sucked her nipples as she squirmed. It was hot to feel her titties an squeeze them as I sucked them. She ran her fingers thru my hair. I could feel her wet pussy on my tummy. I took my time playing as we both got real hot!
We both moaned a little as I then moved down further, kissing and licking her body all the way.
I was so nervous as I reached her pussy. I gently put my tongue out and licked her wet slit. It was beyond exciting as she moaned and squirmed like I did. I slowly put my tongue inside her pussy. I took my other hand and rubbed her clit. It was so warm and slick.
I had to have some air. I pulled the covers over on one side to breathe. I felt her hands on my head and raising her pussy tight to my tongue. She put her hand on my fingers rubbing her clit and rubbed them firmer and faster. She started fucking my tongue and shaking. She started moaning and whispered: (“…your going to make me orgasm Lynn!, keep going!”)
I did….until she stiffened up and shook. She let out a long moan and moved my head all around on her pussy.
I think she had an orgasm. We lay there breathing heavy and enjoying it all. After we caught our breath, we just couldn’t stop feeling our bodies. She finally whispered out of breath: (“…you just gotta know what that feels like Lynn. Come up here and lay on your back.”)
I figured, oh god, she was going to lick me again, only more! I got in position and she carefully turned around. She was going to lick me upside down?….only… I started to feel her pussy start slowly resting on my mouth.
I caught on quick as both our hands felt our legs and hips as we adjusted to do a mutual lick on each other. I had never licked this way and it was awesome! This way we both got to feel and lick us and go for a duel orgasm. I was so excited I…..oh my…..it almost felt ’too’ good as she was nibbling on my clit. I had to squirm hard and suck her clit hard in return. The bed bounced as we kept it going higher and higher. I remember it peaking…..I jumped and twisted my body in ultimate pleasure. It was beyond an orgasm and I shook hard. I sucked her clit harder as now she began to make those sounds of heavenly feelings. Her pussy was so wet all over my face and she squirmed it firm on my lips. We finally lay there going…‘mmmmmm‘…over and over. My head was spinning with new good feelings. I pictured my daddy doing it and how hot that would be to have him lick me until I had an orgasm.
Daddy……
I eased open Lynn’s door quietly.
So….this is what all the muffled moaning was all about. There was just enough light so I could see the two girls shapes doing something under the covers. A naked leg sticking out both ends under the covers….hmmmmm. Those little shits were going 69 on each other.
I very quietly closed the door. My dick was instantly hard after seeing that. I had never touched my daughter and did not know that she was into that. I went to bed, but that scene just ran thru my mind.
I had just gotten a very hot blow job playing with Trina, and now this. Many plans went thru my mind. I didn’t want to mess with my own daughter, but now….everything had changed. Maybe…..just a little ’sexual playing’ in a dark room. No eye contact with Lynn, just playing….that’s all…hmmmmm. Two teen girls was to much for me not to find a way to play with them…both. Hmmm, a sleepover and a visit to my bedroom late. I realized I was stroking my rock hard dick as I went over many plans in my mind. Most guy’s would never get a chance to do this in a lifetime. Two teen girls!
I’d have to be crazy not to try and sneak this in. I wished Trina was here to suck me off while I ate her teen pussy.
I dreamed about this but only I was fucking them both in the dream. I woke up. I’d just had a wet dream.
The next day I got Trina alone and asked her if she wanted to sleepover again? She pressed her body into me and said: “Of course.”
I called her mom and set up an afternoon fuck session with her. I told her the ’girls’ wanted to sleepover again. She said fine as I put her naked legs on my shoulders. Here was a pussy I could fuck and she was a good fuck. I closed my eyes and thought of fucking her daughter Trina. I fucked her hard and fast. She really moaned like Trina. I shot a big load in her as she shook with delight.
The only problem with this was, now I wanted to fuck Trina all the more. I got back home and told Trina is was all set for tonight. Now came the real shocker to her. I said: “Come to my bedroom tonight at 10.” She squirmed and felt my chest. Then I whispered: (“It will be all blacked out,…and…
…bring Lynn with you.”)
I had my arms around her and I felt her freeze still. (“did you say Lynn?”), as she looked up at me smiling. I smiled back and nodded my head. She put her head on my chest and softly moaned. We made some plans.
Lynn…..
I knew something was going on as I peeked and saw Trina and daddy were talking quietly and holding each other. Trina came running in my room and closed the door. “Lynn guess what?…I’m sleeping over again, but your dad ask me to come to his blacked out bedroom at 10pm tonight.” I just started to think how I couldn’t possibly watch them when she said: “….and….he said to bring you with me!”
I froze. I had her repeat what he said. My pussy began to get wet instantly. I got the jitters in my tummy, but good jitters.
We hugged and jumped up and down. “Oh god.” we both said. My own daddy? This was more tense that I expected as it sunk in. “No way, did he really say that?, if you‘re“….Trina smiled and nodded her head ‘Yes’
“…oh my god…your not messing with me!” We both squealed and hugged more. We were both so wet now, we traded pussy feels to share the hot feelings we were having. Our wet fingers were so exciting to feel us both so wet.
We both waited in my room, watching the clock. We had jitters and loved them. “You go in first Trina, and I’ll be right behind you. Are we to be naked when we get in there, did he say?” I said.
“He didn’t say, I’m sure he’ll instruct us.” Trina said.
Oh my god, it’s almost 10. We stood up and went to his bedroom door. Trina slowly opened it. It was pitch black in there. Our eyes adjusted and slowly we could barely see. Daddy said softly to come on up on the bed. We felt our way up and he had us lay beside him, one on each side. His arms went around us and he gently pulled us over on our sides towards him. He started kissing us both. I felt for the first time daddy kiss me like a boyfriend. I think he was feeling Trina up as we kissed.
I could feel movement on the bed. As daddy turned to kiss Trina, He pulled on my night gown to pull it up. I helped him and he kept going and pulled it off of me. I felt his big warm hand on my titties. I gasp with the excitement. I held his hand as it felt me. More gasping as I was getting so turned on. He rolled over on me. He was kissing my face all over and slowly working himself down lower. I was shaking as I felt his sexy hair. It was real, my daddy was making love to me. There is no other feeling like it.
His warm breath and warm hand felt my titties so good, I was in heaven. He was so gentle as he began to suck and lick my titties. Trina snuggled up to us and I think she was feeling my daddy too. I parted my legs to get ready for him to lick my wet pussy. I was losing my breath and had to suck a big gulp of air. He continued down and down kissing my tummy. I started squirming, I couldn’t help it. His warm lips just above my pussy was making me squirm. I then felt Trina’s hand on my titties. I was numb with tingles. Daddy lifted my legs up and I rested them on his back. He push my knees wide apart and I felt the warmest tongue starting to lick me. His tongue was big, and reached deep in my pussy. I twitched as it touched my clit. I felt Trina start kissing my titties as she felt them.
I was in a space like daze and trembled inside with all the mega pleasures I was having.
Trina….
My private talk with her daddy is working great. I said let’s ‘do’ Lynn and you make her have one of those orgasms like you do. I’ll help get her real hot, and then she can watch us do the same. He smiled and agreed.
Lynn and I were into a bi experimental thing and now we were discovering all kind of things about sex that turned us on and we had her daddy to play with. I continued to feel Lynn up and as her daddy licked her real good. She was squirming and moaning….we were all turned on real good. My next plan was to get her daddy to have sex with us both. He would be perfect for our first actual sex.
I let my hands feel her and him as I knew he must want to cum real bad. It was time now for her to give him a hardon suck and make him cum in her mouth.
He got her the orgasm she wanted and we watch and heard her enjoy it. Her pussy twitched and squirmed as he licked her so good. When he finished, I pulled him up and on his back. His hardon was huge, pink and the head part was big. Lynn was out of breath and in a daze. I had her roll over and join me in playing with his hardon. Now her daddy was squirming as he felt our hair.
His warm balls were sexy to feel as I let Lynn start sucking her dad’s hardon. I showed her how to jack it while taking the head in her mouth. Her dad turned me so he could finger my wet pussy. He soon scooted my pussy to his mouth. It was so awesome as I watched Lynn jack and suck him. His warm hands felt all around my butt and then he touched my butt hole. I jumped. What was he doing?…I let him keep going as it began to feel sexy.
Lynn was fingering her self as she sucked and jacked faster on him. Watching her was a hot turn on. I was feeling his balls when they started to move. They moved up and got tight….I heard Lynn and him moan together. I watched his cum run out the sides of her mouth. I held her head to stay on it and suck while he kept squirting his cum. Her fingers were going fast on her pussy as she moaned squirmed. He dads tongue was deep in me as I too orgasmed hard. I joined her as we both licked and suck on her dad. We touched tongues as we licked. It was indescribable…
Lynn…..
I had never been this kind of sex shook up. I loved it and tried to make it last. Trina was joining me in the pure wild sex we were having. I can’t remember my heart ever beating this fast… the feeling of daddy’s cum squirting in my mouth and hearing him and I both moan out…I could even think, it felt so good….the licking of my daddy cum was all new and boggled my mind. I watched Trina jump as my daddy lick her pussy to orgasm. She made those sound of pleasure as we both licked my daddy’s hardon.
I had a new urge. I wanted my daddy’s hardon in my pussy real bad. I think Trina did too.
My fingers felt so good as I fingered my pussy slowly….I wanted a boyfriend…until then…I had my daddy and Trina to play sex with.
We let daddy sleep as Trina and I lay in my bed….making plans to wake him up later. We talked, and as we kept talking we began to feel each other. We liked sex feelings and wanted now to get all we could get. We knew what Trina’s mom must be feeling when we heard daddy and her having sex. We now wanted the same thing.
We couldn’t wait any longer. We had my daddy until tomorrow night….
….. and we were horny like never before…..

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Fiction

THE WILLING SLAVE: A LOVE STORY

A young woman is devastated when her poor family sells her to be a sex slave. Things look black until she is bought one final time.
CHAPTER 1
I’d be the first to admit that I went off the deep end two years ago when my beloved wife died. It was actually a blessing—she had withered away over a fourteen month ordeal from some disease I had never heard of and never want to hear of again.
I went out and bought a Lamborghini, spending more than a quarter million dollars. I drove around in 55 mph speed zones doing 100 or more. I told you I was acting crazy. Fortunately, I sold it before I killed myself. I also bought a motorcycle, a big Harley, grew my hair long, added a scraggly beard and joined a motorcycle club. Outsiders would have considered it a gang, but most of our members held legitimate jobs, and even professions, but a couple bordered on being Hell’s Angels. The word was that they were involved in a lot of illegal activities—drugs, bootleg liquor, smuggling, hijacking, and even white slavery.
It was through the club that I happened to be seated at the bar in Hog Haven that Sunday night. The Haven is a bar that isn’t open to the public, but it’s not a private club either. It is strictly a bar for Harley owners and riders. Last year a couple of kids in their twenties came in riding rice burners—Japanese bikes—and were lucky to escape with their lives. On this evening I sat nursing a Bud when I heard Big Danny, one of the so-called “bad members” bitching. “I got to get the cash and all I got is this dumb bitch. She ain’t worth shit. She ain’t even trained yet, so how am I going to get ten grand for her?”
I looked up as I took a final slug from the longneck, asking, “What’s the problem, BD?”
“Shit, fuck, doc, I got this bitch, see. I bought her for ten grand and now I need the money to get my bike back. It got repo’d last night. They sent these two big coons with shotguns to get it. I been fucked.”
“So sell the bitch. What’s she like anyway?”
“She’s good looking, a brunette with decent tits, but she’s got a real shitty attitude, claims she was tricked into being a fucking slave. Yeah, tricked my ass; she just wants to get out of her bargain. Guy I bought her from told me he gave her folks seven grand for her. Told me she wanted to get away from her asshole father; said he been fuckin’ her since she was ten. Now she don’t want come across. Damn, she bit my cock last night.”
I laughed, “Sorry, Big Danny, but the idea of that just breaks me up. I hope you showed her you’re the boss.”
“Hell, yeah—I damn near busted her eye. Got herself a real nice shiner now; that’ll teach her.”
“How old is she, anyway?”
“Why? You interested in her, doc?”
“I might be; you know my wife died from that fucking disease. I still can’t pronounce it.”
“Well, the guy I got her from says she’s twenty, but she looks younger.”
“Hmmm…OK…you want ten grand, right?” He nodded. “Bring her to my place at midnight tomorrow night, but don’t beat her any more. I’m not going to pay that kind of money for damaged goods. I’ll have the cash, but if she’s busted up I’m not giving you shit.” I got up and left.
The guys call me “doc,” but I’m not a doctor. I’m a retired businessman. They call me that because I’m just about the only club member with a graduate degree, an MBA. I made my money in the real estate boom and got out a year before it crashed. I saw how the big national builders and mortgage companies were distorting people’s information to sell more and more houses and knew it couldn’t last. I sold my holdings cheap—about eighty cents on the dollar– just to liquidate them, but after the crash they were sold even cheaper—at about half what I got. Coming up with $10,000 would be a cinch; all I had to do was go to the bank.
Having Big Danny come to my house was chancy, but this way he’d be the one crossing the state line, not me, so any possible federal charges would be on him. Of course, I doubted that Big Danny knew that or even cared. The other thing was—I didn’t like to take my pistol, a Sig Sauer 9mm, out in public and there was no way I’d make a deal with someone like Danny without one.
The following night Danny showed up around 11:45 close enough to midnight for me. I just wanted it dark and late enough so my nosy neighbors wouldn’t see anything. Danny led this thin woman into the house in chains. This was going to be a real slave sale. I debated whether I should check her teeth. I could see that she was filthy. Her clothes were torn and dirty and her hair badly needed washing; no wonder she rebelled at Danny. I stood next to her and she looked to be about five feet seven inches tall, maybe four or five inches shorter than me. She had a good body—C-cup breasts probably, with narrow hips and broad shoulders and a flat abdomen. She had some decent muscle tone so I guessed she worked out or ran regularly. Her legs were long and well-formed with an attractive gap between her legs.
“OK, Danny, you have a deal.” I went to my safe and removed the money, passing two $5,000 bundles to him. He held out the keys to the locks, trying to get more, another $2,000. I put my hands on my hips, opening my shirt and flashing him my Sig, suggesting he should be happy to break even. He left and a minute later I could hear his truck back out of the driveway.
“OK,” I began, “what’s your name?”
“Fuck you.”
‘OK, Fuck, you need a shower and some new clothes. You’re filthy and you smell. The shower I can give you; the clothes will have to wait until tomorrow. It’s late so I’m going to keep you chained until we have a chance to chat in the morning. Let’s go.” Reluctantly she followed me into the bathroom. I cut the clothes from her body and pushed her into the shower. “Wash your hair. If you need help with anything, let me know.”
“You going to watch me, pervert?”
“As a matter of fact I am. I don’t know you well enough yet to trust you, but, if you want, I can get into the shower with you and wash you myself.” She actually did smile at that, but got in, closed the door and turned on the water. Fifteen minutes later she emerged, looking like a different person. I helped to dry her and gave her one of my tee shirts to use as a night gown. I unchained one wrist, looping and locking the chain to the bed frame. “Sorry,” I told her, “but it’s the floor for you tonight. You can share the bed with me tomorrow, if you wish. I’ll get you a pillow and blanket.” I tucked her in, kissed her forehead, and went to bed. I found sleep almost immediately.
CHAPTER 2
She was awake when I rose the following morning. I unlocked the chains, pointing her to the bathroom. “Here’s a toothbrush you can use, and some anti-perspirant. Sorry I don’t have any clothes for you, but I’ll go to WalMart later and get you some essentials. Let’s get some coffee first and then we’ll talk.”
She came out a few minutes later, telling me she borrowed my comb. She looked a lot better than last night, even with Danny’s shiner. I made coffee with my Keurig and gave her a cup, offering milk and sugar. “Let me explain what’s going to happen. Technically, you’re my slave, but I’m not going to chain you or beat you. In fact, once I get back from WalMart you can leave if you wish. But…where are you going to go? You have no money, no ID, no job, so what would you do? You’d have to become a hooker on the street and then you’ll meet some pimp or john who will be worse than Big Danny or wind up in jail. Your life won’t be worth shit. On the other hand if you stay I’ll treat you like my girlfriend. I’ll buy you clothes, take you to dinner, the beach and treat you well. You’ll still be my slave so I’ll expect you to have sex with me, clean the house, and prepare some meals for me, mostly dinner. Can you cook?” She shook her head “no.” “OK, I’ll have to help you. By the way, have a name?”
“Angel.”
“Your real name, not something some asshole gave you.”
She laughed, “That obvious? OK… it’s Andrea—Andie.”
“Thank you, I’m Adam. Let’s get something to eat, I’ll bet you’re hungry. When did you last eat?”
“Day before yesterday—a sandwich.” I got a cantaloupe from the fridge and cut it open for her. She wolfed it down. I broke out a pound of bacon and about eight eggs. I had the griddle going in seconds, the entire pound spread across its hot surface. I mixed the eggs together and scrambled them once the bacon was done. Andie swiped a piece and I playfully swatted her hand with my fork. Minutes later the eggs were scrambled and we sat down to eat. I remember being young—I’m now 60—but I don’t remember eating as much as Andie ate that morning. I guessed that Danny wasn’t big on treating his guests with civility. He probably couldn’t even spell it. Seeing her cup was empty I refilled it with fresh coffee.
We cleaned up together and I gave her a pad and pencil. “Write down your sizes–bra, panties, and blouse and pants or shorts. Also I’ll need your shoe size. Walmart is about twenty minutes away so figure I’ll be back in about 90 minutes. Now…you’ll have the run of the house. I’m not going to lock everything up—we’d be here until tomorrow, but, trust me, there’s not enough to steal to make it worthwhile, and then I’d have to call the cops. Have a seat and watch TV, or find a book to read, or just walk around. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
I know nothing about shopping for women’s clothing so it took me longer than I expected. I returned almost two hours later to find Andie sitting in the living room reading a Playboy. I gave her the bags and she dressed. After seeing her naked last night there wasn’t much reason to be bashful or shy, so she did it right in the living room. I wasn’t expecting any compliments for my selections, but she did say, “Thanks” several times.
“I’ve been thinking, Adam. You’re right–if I leave here I’ll wind up worse off than I was before so I guess you’re stuck with me.” She walked up to where I was sitting, dropped into my lap, and kissed me. It was a “friends” kiss, not a “lovers” kiss, but that was OK with me. I was glad she was staying. “You know, I have a lot of experience fucking older men…my asshole father and grandfather have passed me back and forth for years.”
I pulled her head to my shoulder, caressing her head and running my hand through her lustrous hair. “Put that behind you. It will never happen again. Now, let’s go shopping.” We climbed into my BMW and headed to the nearest mall. I tried to keep up with Andie as she ran from store to store. I left her in Victoria’s Secret while I put several big bags into the trunk. I returned just in time to pay the bill.
“OK, Adam, I’m done.” I asked if she were sure and she laughed, “Just how much money do you have?”
“Enough to take care of both of us; now, want lunch or should we go home?”
“Let’s go home. I think I need to thank you.”
“No, you don’t need to. I don’t want you to feel you need to do anything. It’s much more fun with a willing and eager partner.” I drove home and showed her where to put her clothes. She marveled at the size of the closet. My wife had been a clothes hound with more than a hundred pairs of shoes and dozens of outfits so her closet was built to handle all this. There were drawers and mirrors and shelves like even I couldn’t believe at times. It took us almost two hours to get everything done. I made a drink and retired to the screened porch, looking out over the golf course.
“Where are we,” Andie asked.
“In southeastern North Carolina, near the South Carolina border—the Atlantic is about two miles over there.
Are you from around here?”
“No, I’m originally from West Virginia–you know one of those coal mining towns that have gone broke. My family was poorer than dirt. I really can’t blame my father for trying to sell me, but I can’t forgive him either.”
“Listen, if you’re going to live here you need to help yourself to food or drink—coffee or soda, or whatever. Are you old enough to drink?”
“Almost—but I’ve been drinking for years. I’ll be 21 in another month.” We chatted about everything and nothing trying to get to know each other. The more she told me the more I marveled that she had even lived to see twenty. I knew things were tough in most of the bankrupt coal towns, but I never imagined the conditions Andie described to me. There were ten people in her family—mom, dad, grandpa, and seven kids, all in four rooms in a house with no indoor plumbing and no insulation. For Andie to live with me must be like living in a palace. I had finished my drink so I got up for another, “C’mon,” I told her, ”I want to show you how to make drinks. Ever hear of a gin and tonic?” She shook her head “no” so I went through the very basics with her as I made two drinks. “Here, try it. I find it really refreshing, especially on a hot day.” We returned to the screen porch where I sat on the love seat. I was a bit surprised when she sat next to me—very, very close to me.
I toasted her, “Here’s to a successful relationship—for both of us.” When I looked at her she had a tear in her eye. “What’s the matter,” I asked.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am. I could have wound up with someone like that Danny jerk, or even worse. Instead I’m with a gentleman who treats me with respect, like I’m a real person.” I put my arm around her shoulder as she cried—broke down—into my chest. I held her for almost thirty minutes, stroking her cheek, rubbing her back, and caressing her hair. She looked up then and kissed me. Her lips parted and our tongues met. She gripped my head and pulled me into her as her passion rocketed. When we broke the kiss she looked into my eyes, “Let’s go to bed.”
“You don’t have to, you know.”
“I know—I want to, but if you keep that up you’ll have me believing you don’t want me. Don’t you want me?”
“God yes, I haven’t had any real sex for two years, since my wife died…and you’re gorgeous, even with that shiner. I’ll probably embarrass myself by cumming as soon as I enter you.”
“Ha, so what’s the problem? We’ll just do it again as soon as you can. Then you’ll take a lot longer. C’mon.” She pulled me up; I grabbed both drinks, following Andie into the bedroom. She pulled the blanket down before she pulled me to her. I barely had time to put the drinks on a couple of coasters. Kneeling over me Andie pulled my golf shirt over my head and addressed my shorts. She pushed them and my boxers to the floor. “Stand up a sec, will you? I want to take a look at you. Hmmm, pretty nice—how old are you, anyway?”
“I’m sixty…much too old for you.”
“Oh, no you’re not; you’re only as old as you feel. How old do you feel now?”
“A lot younger than sixty, that’s for sure.” Andie laughed and pulled me back to the bed. In seconds she had stripped off her tank top and bra, and shrugged out of her shorts and panties. She pulled me down into an embrace as she began another kiss. Her mouth pressed against mine; her tongue danced in my mouth as her hard nipples pressed into my chest. I was lost in the rapture of the kiss and the heat of her touch. She broke the kiss, moved back a few inches and looked into my eyes. “I could really get to like you—maybe even more. You’re the nicest, kindest person I’ve ever known.” She kissed her way down my body. She began to lick, the tip of her tongue lightly tracing over my skin when she reached my abdomen. She licked all around the base of my hard cock before moving up the sensitive underside. She tickled my pee hole, managing to push her tongue in almost a quarter inch. She cupped my balls in her hand as she swallowed my cock. I had never been deep-throated like this before. As a kid I’d been able to get laid now and then, but hardly any girl would suck my cock, let alone take it all into her throat.
Suddenly, she jumped up, straddled my hips and lowered herself onto my hard erection. My erect penis is only six and one-half inches long, but it is more than two inches in diameter and doesn’t taper at all. I could feel the silky tightness of her pussy, the wetness, the heat. Andie felt hot; I was worried that she might have a fever so I put my wrist to her forehead. She laughed, “My father always did that. But I think I just have a really hot pussy.” I had to agree—it was plenty hot enough for me.
Suddenly, I shot my head up, ”Condom?”
“Oh, I guess we should. I’ve only ever fucked my father and grandfather and I don’t think they ever fucked outside our family. On the other hand…a stud like you….”
“Yeah, right! What diseases can you catch from your right hand? Not too many, I would think. All the same we should be careful. I don’t want you getting pregnant—not yet anyway.”
Now it was Andie’s turn to be startled, “You mean…? You’d actually…? Oh, wow, that’s incredible.”
“Well, here’s the thing. I always wanted children, but my wife couldn’t have any—some problem with her uterus, or something. But I think we should wait until we know how things are between us. Having a kid if we’re always arguing would be a catastrophe.” I leaned over to my night table and pulled out a new box of condoms, one I had just bought when I realized I’d be purchasing a slave. Andie raised herself a few inches as I rolled it over my cock. Andie wasted no time sliding back down my shaft.
I tried to move up to meet Andie, but she stopped me—“I want this to be for you. We’ll have plenty of time to take care of me. I’m a pretty good judge of character and I’m betting you’ll take satisfying me as a real challenge.” I relaxed as Andie began to move around my cock. She may have been pissed at her father, but he had obviously done a great job teaching her to fuck. She clenched those powerful cunt muscles as she massaged my cock. That combined with her unceasingly rapid thrusts made me think I was in heaven. As I predicted I was ready to cum—much too fast for either of us. I couldn’t help myself—I drove my hips up, lifting Andie off the bed as I filled the condom, wishing it was Andie’s pussy instead. In seconds I was spent, but not too spent; I placed my hands beneath Andie’s thighs and lifted. I was able to curl almost 200 pounds so I handled her easily. I dropped her slowly onto my mouth.
“You were right—I do take it as a challenge. Now it’s your turn.” I leaned up as I pulled her slender body closer. I licked her left labium first, cleaning it of her yummy secretions; then I moved to her right. When that was done there was only one place left—her wet dripping slit. I pushed my tongue into her, sucking out every delicious droplet. Leaning forward I reached for her G-spot, rubbing it furiously as Andie began to shake. I continued, ramping up the pressure as I tickled her clit. I had no idea how sensitive she was—she came screaming in seconds. I moved her down and held her tightly, kissing her cheek as we both recovered. In time she lifted her head, “That was incredible…the best…I’ve never cum like that…ever.” She leaned back down and kissed me. This time it was definitely a lovers’ kiss, long and hot and passionate as she drove her tongue deep into my mouth. When we broke the kiss we lay there breathing deeply, rubbing our hands over each other’s bodies.
CHAPTER 3
It was late when we finally left the bed—almost 6:30. I decided we needed to go out for dinner. Andie and I hit the shower. This time she actually pulled me in with her; I followed her as we both laughed. We were covered in her delectable juices. We explored each other’s bodies, tentatively at first as we became more and more familiar with each other. I caressed her with the soap as I washed her breasts, her abdomen, and her shapely firm ass. She giggled as I slid my hand up and down her butt crack. She fell into my arms as I turned the water off.
I helped her from the shower, telling her to stand still while I got a warm towel from the heated rack. I nuzzled her neck as I dried her tenderly. I wrapped the towel around her head before grabbing another for myself. I playfully slapped her butt as I pointed her to the closet. “Pick something nice, but not too fancy. We’re going to a nice, but not posh restaurant. Tomorrow we’ll shop for some food—some of your favorites, too.” Ten minutes later she was still in the closet wearing nothing but her bra and panties. “What’s the matter, Andie?”
“Uh…I’ve never had so many clothes. I don’t know what to choose. Hell, Adam I don’t know HOW to choose.” I stepped up and pulled out a top. Then I picked a pair of shorts. “Do these go together?” I asked.
She nodded and smiled. Two minutes later she was dressed. Five minutes later her hair was combed, lip gloss applied, and we were out the door. I backed the Beemer out of the garage, put the top down, and drove away to a moderately priced restaurant I had often enjoyed in the past. We walked up to the desk and were seated almost immediately. “We have a nice table for you and your granddaughter,” the young woman said.
“Ha! I’m not his granddaughter,” Andie responded. “I’m his girlfriend…and his lover. Believe me, I’m the lucky one,” she told the astonished server. We ordered iced tea, salads, and baby back ribs. Andie was amazed when she saw the salad—it was huge and it was accompanied by a freshly baked croissant drizzled with honey butter. “Wow, Adam, this is delicious and I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a big salad.” Then whispering she continued, “This is only the second time I’ve ever eaten in a restaurant. The other time was when I graduated high school. Of course, later my dad and grandpa took me home and fucked me to celebrate.” She hung her head in despair.
I lifted her chin, looked into her eyes and told her, “We’re celebrating tonight and you won’t have to fuck later, so relax.”
“And if I want to…?”
“We’ll see. Remember, girlfriend, I AM sixty.”
“Maybe,” she said between forkfuls of salad, “but you fuck more like thirty and you suck like….” I put my finger to her lips to silence her. “Later…we’ll talk about it later. Let’s just enjoy the meal, OK?” Andie nodded as she filled her face with some tomatoes, cucumber, bacon bits, and boiled egg. I had to laugh. Watching her eat was a joy. After half starving to death I could easily understand why she would chow down like it was her last meal.
Andie’s eyes popped out of her head when they brought the long racks of ribs covered in spicy barbeque sauce. We had delicious loaded baked potatoes to complement the tender ribs. Once we had finished I ordered a cheesecake for us to split for dessert.
“What’s a cheesecake, Adam? I can’t imagine a cake made out of cheese.” I explained as best I could about cream cheese and how the restaurant brought in cheesecakes daily from a famous restaurant in New York City. I had just finished when the waitress brought a huge slice with two forks. Andie took a tentative taste, smiling when she learned she loved it. I sat back, enjoying the sight of her wolfing down this new treat. Tomorrow I’d give her another; I was pretty sure she’d never had a bagel before.
We drove home, arriving around 8:30. I explained to Andie that I usually showered and changed into my “pajamas,’ a T-shirt and what I referred to as gym shorts, after dinner. “I like to be clean when I go to bed,” I explained. “I find I sleep better.”
She gave me an evil grin, “Is it OK if you get dirty once you’re in bed?” I grabbed her as I laughed, spun her around and kissed her. I gave her a playful spank as I moved into the closet, emerging a few minutes later in my T and shorts. I lay on the couch to watch a football game. A few minutes later I was distracted when Andie walked in wearing the sheerest baby doll I had ever seen. “Did I buy that for you today? You look great in it.” She leaned down, kissed my cheek, and lay in front of me, her ass pressing against my rapidly growing cock.
“Boy, Adam, you sure do have a lot of TV’s. We only had one and we only got five channels. How many do you get?”
“I don’t really know. I suppose…maybe 80…a hundred? It’s enough…I can only watch one at a time, although with you here we could watch two.” I looked at Andie and I could see she really didn’t care. “Oh, who gives a damn. If you want to see something and I don’t have it…I’ll get it for you…OK?”
“OK, but right now I’d rather kiss you and make love than watch TV. Can we go into the bedroom? Please?” I rolled my eyes but down deep I was thrilled. It had been so long since I had anyone want me…really want me. My wife hadn’t for more than ten years. For her sex was more a duty and responsibility than a joy. Now a woman I hardly knew couldn’t wait for my cock in her pussy. I resolved to have her on birth control so we could really enjoy each other.
I pushed Andie off the couch. “OK, Andie, I can watch just as well in bed as I can here and there’s a lot more room in the bed, besides if you lead the way I can check out your ass all the way there.” She giggled, turned to slap my hand as I put it onto her butt, but took it into hers as she led the way. She put some extra sway into her hips as she teased me all the way to the bedroom. She pulled me onto the bed, pulling down the blanket and tucking me in. “Comfy?” she asked. I nodded, not quite sure what was going on. She took the remote and found the football game I had been watching. Convinced everything was as I wanted it, she turned to face me, grinned wildly, and destroyed my entire evening—not that I was complaining.
First, she lay on top of me, her mouth licking and kissing my neck. Telling her she was tickling me did no good—she just became more determined. Suddenly she changed tactics, sucking and biting my neck. Damn! She was giving me a hickey! I “struggled” to get away, but my efforts were feeble and ineffectual. “C’mon, Andie, I’m too old to be walking around with a hickey.”
“Oh, no you’re not, and I’m going to prove it to you right now.” She released my neck and I threw her off me. As she fell I jumped up, surprised at how quickly I was moving. I pinned her under me; we were both laughing. Fuck the football game; this was a lot more fun, and it was about to get better. I pulled the baby doll up over her shoulders, lowering my mouth to her nipple. I suckled madly as I pushed her panties below her knees. When I touched her pussy I found her to be soaking wet—running pussy juice. I moved my finger into her, searching for her sensitive G-spot.
I knew immediately when I found it; Andie reacted strongly, almost cumming at my first contact. I raised my head as we kissed passionately, our tongues exploring what was still unfamiliar territory in each other’s mouths. Andie pulled the blankets from between us, gripped my rock hard organ and pulled me into her forcefully. I drove into her with abandon, lifting her legs over my shoulders. She met my every thrust with one of her own. On and on we went, harder and harder, faster and faster until I could take it no longer. I pulled out, remembering at the last second that we had forgotten all about the condom, and rained semen over her chest and abdomen. Totally spent, I collapsed on her smearing the gooey mess all over us.
It was several minutes before we were able to speak. “I need another shower…and it’s… all… your… fault.” I rose from the bed, bent over to pick her up, and carried her to the shower. We kissed and kissed as the hot water ran over our bodies. I dried her, then myself, and we went back to bed. I had to laugh when I saw it. It looked like a hurricane had passed through. We worked together to make it then we climbed in naked, savoring the touch of skin on skin. As we fell into a deep sleep, the TV droning on all night.
CHAPTER 4
A month later not much had changed in terms of our sex life—we were still fucking like rabbits. I loved being with Andie; she was full of energy and life…and mischief. I found out just how much she could create one afternoon. I had risen early to play golf in my league. After finishing I joined my comrades in the snack bar for a burger and soda while we waited for the results of the day’s competition. I had just finished my fries when I heard my buddy, Tim, “Wow! Would you look at that?” I looked up to see Andie in the hallway, obviously looking for me. I turned my chair away from the table and waved. She came in when she saw me. Her outfit reminded me of Olivia Newton John in “Grease.” She wore a black tank top and skin-tight black Capri’s. Putting it mildly—she was FUCKING HOT!
“Hi, what’s up? Want a burger or a soda, or something?”
“Umm…no burger or soda, but I’ll take you up on the ‘or something.’” Andie moved forward to straddle my legs. She pushed her groin into mine as she grabbed my head, pulled it forward and laid a huge wet kiss onto my lips. She moved her firm breasts into my chest and her cunt into my cock—all in front of more than forty of my friends. I sat there helplessly until she stopped.
She moved back, a huge grin on her face, “That’s the best ‘or something’ I’ve had in years.”
“Thanks, but I hope you know I will never live this down. You’ve made me a marked man.”
“Don’t worry, Adam—they’re just jealous.” Andie kissed me on the forehead and rose. “Don’t be too long, Sweetie I’ve got a special ‘or something ’ planned for you this afternoon.” I cringed as that remark was met with hoots and howls throughout the snack bar. She walked out, turning at the doorway where she lifted her top and flashed her magnificent tits at the crowd. “Bye, baby–don’t be too long.” She blew me a kiss and left.
I sat there expecting to hear it from the boys, but instead I heard it from Tim, “Well, boy, what the hell are you doing here? Damn…if I were you I’d be out the door and running home.” I laughed and was about to explain, but realized it would do no good. Andie’s mischief would follow me for months, at least. I left with everyone else, ignoring their gibes about how I was getting lucky. It didn’t bother me—I knew I was lucky and that I’d been lucky almost every day over the past month.
We’d done a lot over the past thirty days. I had Andie order a copy of her birth certificate and hired a driving school to teach her to drive. I’d also sent her to a doctor for a checkup and birth control. I was also tested. Our health reports came back clean and we’d enjoyed making love unencumbered by concerns about health or pregnancy. Now I was looking forward to another afternoon of giving and receiving. Andie was waiting as I walked in. “Are you angry with me,” she asked. “I was sitting here missing you and getting horny. I needed you, so….”
“No, I’m not angry. You were right; every one of those guys wishes he was me. Hell, I was thrilled I was me, but right now I need a shower—I’m sweaty and smelly.
“Not a problem, let’s go,” Andie exclaimed as she ripped her blouse from her body and shrugged out of her Capri’s. I followed her, losing my shirt and shorts in the bedroom and scampering behind her as I tried to lose my boxers without falling on my face or my ass. Andie turned and laughed as I was trying to hop my way out of my sweaty socks. “Here,” she said grinning, “lean on me.” I did, kissing her neck as I finally threw the last sock down to the floor. I swept her into my arms, savoring the touch of her skin against mine. I released her when I got a whiff of my underarms. It had been a hot day and I was an active sweater.
I pulled her into the shower, shielding her from the water until it warmed. We plunged under the stream together as Andie’s hair ran over her face, dripping onto those glorious globes on her chest. I went for the soap, but she beat me to it, smirking as she began to wash my cock and balls before moving to the rest of my body. Believe me—having someone bathe you is a real luxury and when the bather looks like Andie it’s an extra bonus.
When she had finished she relinquished the soap and I took my turn. Washing her was almost as great an experience as being washed. I started with her back as I nuzzled her neck and cheek, nibbling her ear and washing it with my tongue. My soapy hand moved down to caress her tight butt, my finger running up and down her crack until I used the soap to lubricate my finger and slide it deep into her ass. Andie looked up at me in amazement. She turned suddenly to kiss me, burying her tongue deep into my mouth. I used this opportunity to soap her breasts and abdomen.
Andie broke the kiss, “Enough…please…I need you, Adam.” That was good enough for me. I shut down the shower and led my lover out. I dried her tenderly, caressing her body as though I were the slave and she the mistress. Once she was dry our roles reversed. She led me by my rock hard penis to bed. We kissed, expressing our need for each other when the phone rang. I let the answering machine handle it until I heard Tim’s voice. I picked up the phone, “Bad timing, buddy…how about if I call you back later? Sorry, but I’m occupied at the moment. Tim…Tim…you know a gentleman never discusses stuff like that. I’m going now…yes, I have something much more important right now, right Andie?”
“Oh, yeah, Adam—I need you to fuck me. Bye, Tim.” I hung up the phone. When I turned back to her Andie continued, “Sometimes you are so funny. I loved the way you handled your friend. I’ll bet he’s jerking off right now.”
“Ha! No bet—Tim is divorced so he’s always jerking off…and up to a month ago so was I. Having you here with me has changed my life, and I hope it’s changed yours, too.”
“You already know the answer to that, but do you think we can stop talking for a while. I really need you in me.” She rose up, climbed onto my body and spun around, positioning her pussy at my mouth while she attacked my hard cock with hers. Andie licked up and down my shaft and all around the helmet before sucking my organ deep into her throat. I wrapped my mouth around her entire pussy and sucked hard. I knew from prior experience that she loved this and she reacted immediately so when I penetrated her tunnel with my tongue she came almost immediately, drenching my face with her ejaculate. I kept on sucking and licking her cunt, moving up to her clit. I sucked it between my teeth, licking and nibbling as I massaged her velvety breasts with my hands. Her sucking became erratic as she turned on and began to shudder. She raised her head and arched her back as she came again, her entire body experiencing several massive spasms before she collapsed onto me.
I spun her around and pulled her close to me. I rubbed her back and kissed her cheek as she came down from her high. I had learned that Andie was multi-orgasmic—her two orgasms would do nothing but get her hotter to fuck and we’d be doing that as soon as she recovered. It was almost ten minutes before she was lucid. “Fuck, Adam, you do give me the best orgasms. Now let’s take care of you.”
She threw her leg over my body, straddling my hips. She rubbed my hard cock into her slit as we shared lubricants—pre-cum from my cock intermingling with her copious pussy juice. A second later my cock disappeared into her. I knew she loved the girth of my thick cock; it stretched her pussy walls and gave her incredible sensations. Andie began rocking, rubbing her hot clit into me as she massaged my cock with her tight muscular cunt. I met her motions, driving deep into her. I knew I wouldn’t last long, not after all the foreplay we’d had. I felt my balls clench as a river of hot semen was forced up through my cock before exploding into Andie’s cunt. Five times I shot a thick rope of cum into her and just as I was finishing I could feel Andie’s pussy contract as her third orgasm took control of her body. We collapsed into each other totally spent—sweaty and covered in cum. Our bed was a mess, but we didn’t care. We lay there in the mess, too tired to even care.
CHAPTER 5
We had been together four months. Andie had experienced more new things during this period than she had during her prior twenty-plus years. First, she learned to drive. Her family had an old beat up truck, but only her father was allowed to drive it. When she got her license I bought her a new Mustang convertible. She insisted we go out to dinner that night and, of course, she drove. I also took her to a beauty salon for the first time. Her hair was washed and styled; she had a manicure and pedicure. When she was done she told me she felt incredible…and so sexy. The best surprise came when her passport arrived by FedEx. “Why do I need this, Adam?” she asked.
“Well, basically because if you want to leave the country you need a passport. I’ll bet a thousand against a nickel you’ve never traveled…and your trip here from West Virginia doesn’t count.”
“Like you’ve said several times—no bet. We barely had enough to eat, let alone go anyplace. We did go to the County Fair one time, but grandpa took me behind the tents and fucked me…in my ass. He hurt me, Adam and he just laughed. Can you believe that?”
“Yeah, actually I can. Some people are just sick. They get off on hurting people—it’s how they get their jollies. When you’ve lived as long as I have you see a lot and some of it is just disgusting.” I put my arm around her and hugged her close to me. “Hopefully, you’ll see a lot of the good things from now on; you’ve obviously had more of your share of the bad up to now.”
I talked to her then about traveling—how much I enjoyed seeing different places and learning about different people. We talked for a while and went to bed. I had long ago dropped the idea of wearing any kind of pajamas to bed. They just got in the way and I loved the feeling of Andie’s skin against mine. The following morning I awoke lying on my back with Andie tucked under my left arm, her head resting on my shoulder. “Adam, would I be here with you if I weren’t your slave?”
“Andie,” I responded as I kissed her forehead, “first of all, you’re not my slave—you’ve never been my slave. If you were I’d chain and beat you every time you did something wrong. I’d never allow you to be free when I left the house. I’d chain and cuff and gag you. Have I ever done anything like that?” She shook her head, “No.” “I told you that you could leave when we first met and you can leave now if you want.”
She looked up at me, a tear in her eye, “Do you want me to leave, Adam?”
“Absolutely not! I don’t want you to go anywhere, but if you wanted to go I wouldn’t stop you.”
“Do you like me, Adam? I mean, I know you like fucking me, but do you like me—you know—as a person?”
“Now you’re going to laugh at me.”
“I promise I won’t laugh, Adam.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure you will because what I’m going to say will sound ridiculous. No, Andie I don’t like you, but I do love you. I’m in love with you. I love everything about you, and yes, I do love fucking you, but even if we never fucked I’d still love you.” Andie laughed. “See, I told you—I knew you were going to laugh.”
“Oh, Adam—I’m not laughing at you—I’m laughing at ME! I’ve been so nervous about this. I didn’t know how to tell you…” She hesitated for what seemed to be a minute before finishing, “that I love you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You’re kind and sweet and loving and patient and….”
I stopped her there, “Stop…you’re going to give me a big head, you know that? You’ve given me the confidence to ask you something.” She raised up, leaning her head on her arm. I leaned up opposite her before reaching in for a chaste kiss on her cheek. ”Since you love me and I love you, how about we go shopping this morning?”
“Shopping? What does that have to do with being in love?”
“Well, that’s when a couple usually goes out and buys an engagement ring. Will you marry me?”
“Oh my God, I can’t believe it! You’d actually marry me? ME? Oh my god. I’m so lucky.”
“Actually, I think I’m the lucky one, but…is it a deal?”
Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She leaned forward and kissed me. It was anything but a chaste kiss. She was all over me, her tongue active in my mouth as her lips ground against mine. It seemed like ten minutes later when she finally broke the kiss.
“Let’s get up and go out for breakfast. Then we’ll buy your ring, and then we can talk some more about traveling. There’s something I’ve been thinking about and I’d like your opinion.” We got up and I literally floated into the bathroom. I couldn’t believe my luck—she actually loved me! We went to a local pancake house for their buffet. I loaded up on bacon and an omelet; Andie copied me and then went back for more. We sat in a booth, both of us on the same side of the table. We talked and joked as lovers have over the millennia. I heard a couple of old biddies in the booth behind us comment, but Iet it go. Nothing was going to ruin my day. In fact, I was going to give them something to really talk about. “Darling,” I began, “how’d you like to go off birth control?” Andie jumped for joy; the blue haired bitch behind me choked. It served her right for being so nosy.
After breakfast we went to the town’s best jeweler. Andie asked me how much we could spend. I told her I was worth millions—price was no object.” Andie had small delicate hands with long slender fingers; she tried several rings of different sizes and settings before deciding on a simple solitaire of about 1.5 carats. The jeweler assured me that the stone was top quality and I believed him. I’d played golf with him several times and you can learn a lot about a person that way. I paid with my credit card and we left, Andie beaming at my side.
We went home and sat on the screened porch. “I’ve been thinking about taking a river cruise in Europe starting in Vienna and ending in Amsterdam. It would take us about three weeks.”
“What’s a river cruise, Adam? How do they get those great big ships on a river?” I couldn’t help but laugh, but I kissed her to make sure she knew I wasn’t being critical.
“Think of a small boutique hotel that goes places with you. We’d stay in a cabin—they’re usually small, but we won’t spend too much time there other than fucking and sleeping. We’ll eat in the restaurant and we’ll visit a lot of places we’ve never heard of, but they’re usually interesting and informative. We can buy lots of souvenirs and special clothes like fancy sweaters. I’ve been to Vienna—it’s beautiful and there’s lots of great pastries and good food. Plus they have very good wine and beer.”
“I’ve had beer but I’ve never had wine before. Is it good?”
“Some of it is excellent, and European beer is great. Maybe we’ll go to Brussels after the cruise; it’s a wonderful and very old city. Did you know Belgians invented French fries, and comics, and a ton of other good things. Their national food is mussels, ever have them?” She shook her head “No.”
“It sounds great, Adam. Can we make it our honeymoon?”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” I pulled her onto my lap and we held each other until I heard her stomach growl. I pushed her up and went to cook some hot dogs for lunch.
CHAPTER 6
We wed in a small simple ceremony with a Justice of the Peace. Tim was my best man; the Justice’s wife served as Matron of Honor. The ceremony took only ten minutes but the result would last us for life. I saw my attorney the day before the wedding and changed my will. Two days later we flew first class to Vienna. I explained to Andie how Austrians spoke German and how Wiener Schnitzel had nothing to do with wieners.
We walked through the city with our guidebook, enjoyed some delicious pastries, Andie eating at least twice what I was able to consume, and even took their subway once we figured out how to use the automated ticket machine. We began every day the same way—fucking—and we ended it the same way.
After four days in Vienna we boarded our ship. Andie was surprised at how narrow and long the ship was. We found our cabin on the top deck. We had two twin beds and a small balcony just big enough for two chairs and a small table. Once I phoned the reception desk, those beds were moved together to form a King even though we could have gotten along great in a twin. We usually slept so closely we were like a single body.
We unpacked our clothes, cameras, and toiletries, struggling to find room for everything in the tiny cabin. I had also bought several bottles of Austrian and German wine. When we finished we went into the lounge to sit and take in the sights on the Danube. When the bar opened I bought Andie a beer. She had learned to love the local beers, and this was no exception. It was a Belgian beer; I explained that Belgium had more breweries than anyone else. There were somewhere around 650 breweries in that tiny country. I assured her we would try several when we visited there.
Andie had been wide-eyed her entire time in Europe. She marveled at how old some of the buildings were and the size and architecture of the cathedrals we had visited. One of the highlights of our visit to Vienna had been our visit to Schonbrunn Palace with its more than 1,400 rooms. “This one room probably cost more than my entire house,” she told me when we visited our first room on the tour. She could have said that about every single room we visited. It was a magnificent building loaded with history. We also had a great time on the train to Schonbrunn, meeting and talking to several Austrians who were thrilled to meet some real Americans and practice their English. Andie couldn’t believe how friendly the people were. She’d learn a lot more on this trip.
We met a number of our fellow travelers in the lounge and compared the nightmares of flying; they were surprised we had flown first class and were even more surprised when Andie told them we were on our honeymoon. “I’m glad our cabin isn’t near yours—we go to bed early,” a woman from Michigan said, kidding us.
“Yeah, we go to bed early, too,” Andie replied, causing everyone to laugh hysterically. However, when one of the women asked how we met Andie froze. “Go ahead,” I told her, “tell them the truth.”
Andie took my hand and began, “I come from a poor family—really, really poor. My father sold me to be a sex slave, that’s how bad it was. I was devastated. The man who bought me would rape me and beat me for no reason—it was horrible. Then he sold me–at a profit, of course–and things got worse. The new guy starved me and beat me, too trying to break me. But he suddenly needed money to get his motorcycle back from the repo company and Adam bought me. The first thing he did was tell me that I was free and could leave him at any time, but he pointed out that if I did I’d be in even worse shape than I was. He treated me with respect and caring and…most of all with love. I fell in love with him and he fell in love with me and here we are.” The people around us were speechless.
I leaned forward and kissed Andie’s cheek. I pulled her up, excused us, telling everyone we had some business to conduct, a remark that was met with some chuckles. I held Andie’s hand as we walked to our cabin. “Your story will be common knowledge around the ship by dinner,” I told her. “People like to talk so don’t be surprised if someone asks you about it.”
“Should I have lied, Adam? I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“No, darling, you should never lie. None of that was your doing or your fault so you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. You should be proud that you survived all that abuse. There are plenty of women who wouldn’t. As for me—well, it takes a lot more than that to embarrass me.” I sat on the bed and pulled her to my lap. “I’m having a wonderful time. I hope you are, too.”
“Oh, Adam everything is so fascinating. I never dreamed….” I stopped her with a brief kiss. Well, I intended it to be brief; Andie had other ideas. She pressed her lips to mine before telling me, “Let’s get down to business, shall we?” What a marvelous idea!
I pulled down the blanket while Andie stripped out of her clothes. She was working on mine before I was even done with the bed. I was forced to sit down or fall—trip over my pants and boxers. Andie pulled my clothes off, throwing them into the pile with hers in a corner of the room. She pulled my shirt over my head and attacked my cock. It hadn’t taken long to harden—about three seconds! I was sixty years old and I was as horny as a teenager even though I was cumming several times a day.
I lay back savoring the feeling of my wife’s (oh God, I still wasn’t used to the idea of actually being married to beautiful sexy Andie) tongue and lips. She pushed her lips up against my pubic hair, swallowing my cock into her throat. She looked up at me and smiled—as much as one can smile with a mouth full of cock. I pulled her off my cock into another deep passionate kiss, tasting my dick on her tongue and lips. I rolled her over into missionary and drove my cock into her tunnel.
Andie had been off birth control for just over a month and we were trying—desperately—to get her pregnant; missionary gave her the best chance. She spent more time with her legs in the air than she did with them on the floor, or so it often seemed. I drove my cock into her as we kissed and kissed. Her velvet vise clutched my cock forcefully as it tried to milk me of my seed. Andie wrapped her long legs around my body, pulling me even deeper into her. We met with every thrust and when Andie squeezed my cock, flexing her cunt muscles around me, I gave up. My balls clenched, by cock swelled, and river after river of steamy white cum rocketed into Andie’s womb. I reached between us, found her hot clit, and rubbed her to her orgasm. I had learned that she never had a weak orgasm. Many times she had bucked me off of her as her body experienced one powerful muscle spasm after another. I fell on top of Andie kissing her madly. “I love you,” I told her, “more than I can ever tell you.” I leaned down again and kissed her. I tried to move off but she held me tight. “I’m never letting you go,” she said with a smile, “Thanks for drowning my pussy. You must have donated millions of sperm to the cause. It doesn’t seem fair—you give millions of sperm, I only give one tiny egg.”
“Sure, but soon my job will be done while yours will last for nine months, and then you’ll give birth. I just pray our baby looks like you. You’re beautiful; I’m just ordinary.”
“You may be many things, darling, but ordinary will never be one of them.” She kissed me again as I rose for a shower. The only negative about the ship so far was the tiny shower; there was no way the two of us could share.
CHAPTER 7
We went to an important meeting before dinner. We took our life jackets with us. We went through the required emergency drill and then listened to a “port talk” in which our guides explained what we would see and do tomorrow. We had a port talk every evening just before dinner. Andie and I enjoyed a stein of beer tonight and every night during the cruise.
I knew that a mother-to-be shouldn’t drink, but we didn’t know that Andie was even pregnant. She didn’t drink much, a maximum of two drinks a day—one beer and one glass of wine. However, that would stop if she missed her period. We had agreed that nothing would harm our child.
We learned a lot on this trip. We saw a 900 year old abbey, numerous huge and beautiful cathedrals, learned what kings did with their second and third sons—sent them to be prince-bishops in the Church. We even saw Oscar Schindler’s house. We bought a load of souvenirs, including a beautiful cuckoo clock. We passed through dozens of locks, the first attracting the attention of all the passengers, but by the tenth few of us were interested.
Yes, we learned a lot. By the end of our trip we learned that Andie was pregnant. It still had to be confirmed but after peeing on four home pregnancy strips we were pretty sure. We were elated and when we shared the news with our fellow travelers they were, too.
We spent three days wandering through Amsterdam; I even took Andie on a tour of the red light district. She was amazed by the sight of the semi-naked women in the windows hawking their wares like fish mongers in olden days, except now they were hawking themselves. After Amsterdam we traveled by train to Brussels, spending four days there in a hotel just off the Grand Place, the central city square surrounded by more than a dozen guild halls dating back to the twelfth century. We treated ourselves to some Belgian chocolates, reputedly the best in the world. Then it was time to go home.
We went out for mussels our last night in Brussels. In Belgium you can get them dozens of ways—steamed, fried, with garlic and a host of other combinations, including baked with yummy cheese. That’s what we had—huge mussels on the half shell baked with cheese. Not only were they delicious, they were so rich it was almost impossible to finish the portion. OK, it was impossible for ME to finish; Andie, on the other hand, finished hers and the remainder of mine. How she ate all this food without gaining an ounce was a miracle. I enjoyed a magnificent Belgian beer; Andie had a Coke.
The following morning we took a cab to the airport and were on the way home. Tim picked us up in Myrtle Beach, the closest airport to our home. He asked us a lot of questions, but he skipped the big one. Finally, Andie couldn’t hold back, “We learned a lot on this trip, Tim, especially that I’m pregnant. Want to be a godfather?” I thought Tim would drive us into a ditch when he first heard, but he recovered beautifully, driving the rest of the way with a huge smile on his face.
We made an appointment with Andie’s gynecologist. Her deprived upbringing denied her many things and excellent medical care was one of them. She marveled at all the different kinds of doctors. Dr. Ferguson had been my wife’s doctor and I thought she was fantastic. She took Andie’s urine and ran the test five times—all positive. Then she took blood and tested that—we were pregnant. Andie had a special diet, which she hated, but she followed it to the letter.
I had experienced many surprises since I bought Andie and they were all wonderful, but I wasn’t prepared for the biggest of all. Andie had a sonogram at four months. Dear God—twins!

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Fiction

When In Rome – 02

Author’s NotesNo romance in this one – it’s quite a bit hotter than the last (in my opinion). The “murder” that I’ve tagged this with is only mentioned in the first scene, which is not erotic. So feel free to just skip down to Lykos’s POV if you want.
Always open to feedback, or suggestions for improvement :]
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CHAPTER TWO:
Scene 01: Cassuis – Sex? NO.
Scene 02: Lykos – Sex? Yes. Father/Daughter
Scene 03: Callia – Sex? Yes. Daughter fucked by father + brother.
_____________________________CASSIUS
They called him Death. At least, the superstitious plebs did. He’d heard from one of his father’s whores that they were too frightened of him to speak his name. That if you even mouthed Cassius’s full name after dusk, he would appear to kill you. As if he were a daemon with nothing better to do.
He rode ahead of his brothers. The people on the streets wouldn’t look at him. Every one of them thought that this was his doing. He didn’t blame them. If he hadn’t known for sure that he’d been buried in his sister’s cunt when the fucking murder took place, he’d probably wonder if he’d done it.
This wasn’t the first body they’d found, cut up in the same way. It was the fourth. In a week. He jumped off his horse and heard his brothers were following. A drunk in a stained robe kept his eyes on the riverbank as he pointed. His hand shook.
“Found her just over there. Sir. Heard you wanted to be called on if there was another one.”
The man was scrawny, his cheeks drawn in in hunger, and Cassius turned to shield him from view as he pressed a few coins into the man’s hand. When he started to thank him, Cassius’ hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword.
“Don’t say a word or I’ll cut your throat. Spend it on bread, not wine, or I still might.”
The man nodded and scurried away before his brothers approached. Marcus led the way, squinting into the darkness as he tried to find the body.
“Did none of you think to bring a fucking light?” He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I have one.” Gaius, the second oldest of five, stepped in front of him and they made their way down the riverbank. There she was, draped over the rocks like the corpse of a siren. Every one of the multitude of cuts in her flesh was surgical. Methodical. Just as precise as he’d have made them if this was his work. Whoever had done this.. he was a second side to Cassius’ own coin.
The first three dead prostitutes had been dark-headed. This one was not, and he felt his hands clenching into fists as Gaius stepped closer to her body with the lamp. Red hair was caked with blood and clumped around her face. It was still wet. He pressed two fingers against her wrist. She was still warm. This was a fresh kill.
“Did anyone see anything?”
Marcus shrugged, and headed off to talk to the people crowded at the top of the ravine. Atticus and Hector followed.
Gaius turned to him. “He’s a fucking spirit. A Daemon. No one’s seen him yet.”
“Does anyone know who she is?”
He turned back toward the hill as a scream pierced the night. A woman was fighting with Marcus, trying to push past him.
When he got close enough to see the woman, he realized she wasn’t a plebeian at all. Her clothing was expensive, cut perfectly. Her red hair was piled high on top of her head. A man stood beside her, finally pulled her off Marcus. It wasn’t until he moved closer to the light that Cassius realized he knew him. The first three dead girls had been prostitutes. The redhead on the rocks was not. Not if these were her parents.
“Cassius.” The man, Titus Tulia, turned to face him. His mouth was set in a tight line, dark shadows were cast under his eyes. “Is it Claudia? Is that my daughter?”
He had no idea. But Marcus might.
“Marcus.” He waved him over, and pulled him aside. “Is that Titus’s girl? The one about your age?”
His eyes widened. “Might be. I need another look.”
“Then go take one.”
It was. The girl on the rocks was not a dead whore. She was a nobleman’s daughter. And Cassius rode home with a blackened eye he gained while trying to stop the man from rushing down to the side of the ravine to find his child’s body in the condition that it was in. He’d promised to send the girl home to him, once she could be dressed. And cleaned.
He was in a strange mood on the way home, trying to figure out why the fuck he cared. He usually cared about no one’s feelings.
Part of him already knew.
She was a pretty young girl with red hair.
She reminded him of Callia.
Their father was waiting by the door when they arrived.
He stood silent as his brothers explained the situation. He wanted to go upstairs, to find his girl in his bed, warm, naked and sleeping. Alive.
“You know most people believe this is your work, Cass.” His father’s eyes narrowed as he studied him.
He clenched his jaw. “I was here. All day. And yesterday, as well.”
Lykos nodded. “I know that. Your brothers know that. But-”
“Who else fucking matters?”
His father regarded him silently for a moment, and nodded. “Send your sister to me when you finish with her.”
He accepted that as a dismissal. “I won’t be finished with her until morning.”
He found his sister curled up on his floor, shivering in her sleep. He lifted her as if she were no more than a child and put her down on his bed. She barely stirred. He wrapped his body around hers, tucked his face against her neck and fell asleep.
*LYKOS
He hadn’t intended to turn Callia into a whore. Truly, the thought hadn’t crossed his mind.
He was quite attached to her, actually, after she was born. She’d been a clever baby, like his sons. And funny. He’d actually thought of sending her to school, like the nobleman’s daughter she was, and use her marriage to gain a powerful ally in Rome.
His wife, Lyssandra had intervened. She’d been right. The old bitch had a keen eye for talent.
She had hated his daughter, been cruel to her on the rare occasions they shared the same room. Callia was beautiful, like her mother, and his wife had explained her view on the issue. Men paid a high price for a beautiful girl, sure. But Callia was exceptional, eager to please, and more than that, she had good blood. One both sides. Her mother hadn’t been born a slave. She’d been captured by Lykos’ army, but before that she’d led a strange cult of women warriors that bastardized the Celts beliefs. They’d believed the Morrigan, a terrifying goddess of sex and war, blood and death, had called to them. Maybe she had. Callia’s mother was the only one they’d been able to capture alive. The rest of the women had fought to their deaths.
And one night, Lyssandra remarked that she’d finally found a use for the child. Callia had taken to her training like she’d been born for it. And gone were his illusions about a noble daughter.
She was just another whore after that. A whore he would sell like any other.
“How do you work out the cost?” Appius, his old friend and fellow soldier, inquired from across the room.
“My girls work from fourteen to twenty. They sell for the equivalent of their expected earnings for the remainder of their term.”
“So the older the whore, the lower the price.”
“Exactly.” He glanced up as a soft knock sounded at the door.
Callia stood patiently on the other side when one of his guards pushed it open. She’d obviously just come from Cassius’ rooms. You could always tell. She’d been scrubbed clean, washed and groomed, but his oldest son’s affections weren’t stains you could easily wash away. Black and purple bruises circled her neck, her bottom lip was swollen. When she turned around, her back was inflamed with fresh bruises and welts.
Yes, selling Callia was the best option. If -no, not if- When. When Cassius killed her (and it really was only a matter of time), he would lose money. If he sold her to someone else, there was still a chance she’d be killed, but at least he would get paid. He sighed.
Try as he might to deny it, he would miss the feel of his daughter’s mouth on his cock and the way her tight little cunt trembled when she came. At least it would take Appius some time to come up with payment. His daughter was one of his top earners, and still in her first year of service. She would not go cheap.
Appius shook his hand, and stared at Callia as he left. She smiled at him, blissfully unaware that that soon she would leave her father’s home and be at the mercy of a man she’d met only once. Lykos refused to feel guilty. It was for her own good. Better Appius than Cassius.
He snapped his fingers. “Come here, my child.”
She took in front of him, wide eyed, a hint of a smile still on her face. Her little tits were round on her tiny frame.
“Are you hurt badly, Callia?”
She frowned, and the purple bruise on her lip stretched. She looked puzzled. “I’m not hurt at all, Father.”
He sighed as he slid his hand between her thighs and worked a finger between the soft lips of her little cunt. Her head tilted back, just slightly and her little mouth opened in a sweet little moan.
She was wet as soon as his finger hit her clit and worked its way back down to her tight little hole. She was the perfect little whore, she even got wet for her own father. He slid his finger into her cunt, slowly, and her blue-green eyes met his. Her pussy tightened around his finger, and her hips rocked to meet his quickening thrusts. She looked so much like her mother.
He stood, abruptly. Undressed.
“Your mouth, Callia. Suck daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
She hit her knees, eager to please and wrapped her little fist around his cock. She stroked it, once, twice before she wrapped her little pink lips around the head and looked up in him. He liked to look in his daughter’s eyes as she sucked his cock. She knew it.
He could feel her tongue, hot and wet against his shaft, working slow circles just like he’d taught her so many years ago. She knew to get him wet first so that he slid smoothly into her waiting mouth.
She kissed the tip of his cock, sucked on it. His little girl licked her father’s cock like it was the greatest thing she’d ever tasted. He felt his muscles clench as he looked down at her sweet little face. When she finally sucked his thick shaft down her wet throat, he knew that he would not be satisfied with just one hole this day. He wanted to fuck all three.
He leaned back for a moment, just watching her suck him. The he took her by the hair and bent her over his desk. She moaned softly as she raised her tight little ass high in the air, offering it to him. He slapped her clit, enjoying the sounds of his daughters cries as he worked two fingers deep inside her. He positioned the swollen head of his cock at her glistening, wet hole and dug his fingers into her hips as he forced his cock in her tight little cunt.
She shoved her ass out to meet him, pushed her hips back against his, showing him that she was ready for his cock. He stroked the broken skin of her back as he felt her young little body stretch around him. His daughter’s pussy was always so wet, so fucking tight, and she gripped his cock with her little body like she couldn’t get enough of it.
“Please,” She whimpered. “Please, Daddy, harder.”
He obliged her, of course. He gripped the sides of her narrow little hips as he pounded his cock deep inside his own daughter’s soaking wet cunt. His second stroke was harder, her screams louder as he took what belonged to him. He owned her. Owned her cunt and her pretty little round ass.
“Hands on the floor.”
She giggled, he loved that sound. Loved the way her little cunt shook when she laughed and his cock was inside her. She bent over, balancing perfectly, her thighs close together. It made her wet, teenage cunt even tighter and he fucked her with rough, violent thrusts. He slapped her ass as he did, watching the skin grow red under his assault. He would see his own hand prints on her ass when he finally moved past her cunt. There was nothing he’d ever felt quite like sliding his cock inside his little girl’s ass.
He pushed her off his cock, and she looked disappointed. Hurt. “Did I not please you father?”
He smiled and pulled her close to him, his fingers playing with her wet little cunt as he leaned his face against the top of her head.
“You always please me, Callia. And I want to reward you for that.”
She spun around in his embrace and looked up at him, her eyes shining. She was breathless when she spoke. “Are you going to fuck my ass today, Father?”
Lykos laughed. “Such a perfect little slut, aren’t you? How excited are you to have daddy’s cock in your ass?”
Her moan was so soft, but he watched her hand slide down her belly, her fingers trailing just over her narrow little slit. He slapped her hand away, and a guilty blush spread across her cheeks. She knew she wasn’t allowed to touch herself.
“But you said you liked watching me touch my cunt, Daddy.”
Lykos chuckled, a low, hungry sound. “I do, baby. But today when you cum, it will be for your father’s cock alone.”
Her little nipples were so hard, he wanted to bite them between his teeth and hear her scream for him.
“Over the desk, Callia.”
She obeyed. She was nothing if not perfectly obedient – but he guessed that had far more to do with a love of cock than a love of submission. Her mother had been the most strong-willed women he’d ever met, and sometimes he was disappointed not to see more of that fire in their child. He still remembered the day he filled her mother with the same cum Callia craved; remembered watching Breena’s belly get round and full. With Callia. He hadn’t known then that in a few short years he would be teaching that same child to beg for his cock. Best decision he’d ever made. It angered him that he had Lyssandra to thank for that; his wife, who had taken away the only woman he ever cared for.
His balls were heavy just thinking about Breena, and when he stared at Callia’s perfectly wet little slit, and her tight waiting asshole it was all he could do not to force his way in immediately. But he didn’t take his pleasure in pain. He took pleasure in the willing body of a tight young girl; one who begged for it, loved cock, craved his cum.
He stepped behind her, shoving his fingers into her wet little hole and then moved them upward, stretching out her little ass. He watched his own fingers work their way expertly inside her daughter’s ass, lubricated the tight, rarely used hole with the wetness from her own cunt.
She couldn’t get enough. He could hear her, begging, moaning almost unintelligibly. She loved getting her ass filled – that was why she got it so rarely. He used it as a reward.
He pushed the head of his cock slowly at the opening of her ass and loved her soft, sweet little gasp.
“Please, Daddy.”
He leaned back, looked down his chest to watch the thick length of his cock disappear into his child’s ass. He loved watching the first stroke, watching her ass stretch wide as she struggled to remember to relax and let it happen. It was so fucking tight, even tighter than her cunt had been the first time he fucked her, so many years ago.
“Yes, yes..” He could hear her sharp breaths, pretty little moans. “Oh Daddy, yes.”
He wrapped his hand around her body, just pressing the tip of his finger inside her cunt as he filled her ass. He could feel her squeezing her muscles tight around his cock as he finally got all the way inside. She’d been trained so well, knew what her father wanted without being told.
He liked to enjoy this moment. The way her hole felt before he’d pounded it, stretched it to take him. He watched his cock slide in and out of his daughter’s ass; fucked it slowly, his nostrils flared as he felt her clenching and tightening her ass around him.
As always, the door slammed open. Sometimes he regretted giving his sons permission to use their sister’s body. There always seemed to be someone waiting for their turn.
True to form, Hector stood in the doorway, eyes narrowed. “I thought you’d be finished with her by now.”
Lykos thrusted his cock deeper into his daughter’s ass. “Blame Cassius. I just got her.. Though, truthfully, only one hole is currently occupied. I bet your darling little sister is more than capable of pleasing more than one cock at a time. She’s quite skilled.”
*CALLIA
Callia moaned against the desk, her lips parted. Her father’s cock was so deep, so fucking deep, inside her ass, but her little cunt was soaking wet. Soaking wet and practically begging to be filled.
Her eyes closed slowly and her body jerked around daddy’s cock as she heard his words.
“Only one hole is currently occupied.. more than capable of pleasing more than one cock at a time..”
Yes she was. Oh Gods, please, yes. She’d only been double penetrated once before, and it was so long ago. Part of her early training just after she’d been fucked for the first time, and she still fantasized about it. Had to fist her hands at her sides as night to keep from touching her own cunt when she remembered the way it had felt when two of her brothers had fucked her at the same time.
She dug her hands into the desk, waiting breathlessly until Hector shrugged and began to undress.
Yes.
Her father pulled his cock out of her ass, and laid on the desk. She scrambled quickly to get on top of him. She had to hurry, she had to get her ass on his cock and get her legs spread for her brother before one of them had time change their mind. She positioned her ass hole over her father’s cock as Hector watched her with an amused smile on his face.
“Looks like the little whore is eager to please two cocks, at least.”
Callia nodded at him, a silent promise that she was eager as she slammed her ass down on his daddy’s cock. She took it too fast, but she welcomed the pain. She leaned back against his chest, and he gripped her sides, holding her in place.
She spread her legs for Hector. “I’m ready.”
He stalked over to her slowly, his eyes on her little cunt.
He trailed on finger down the length of her soaking wet slit. “Yes. I can see that.”
She trembled against his touch, the tip of his finger against her clit sending shockwaves through her body, making her clench hard around her daddy’s cock.
She gasped as Hector fisted his thick cock and guided it to her cunt. She wanted this so fucking bad. She spread her legs wider, her eyes rolling back in her head as her brother worked his way into her little cunt while her father remained still, his cock buried deep in her ass.
Her moans were more like gasps, frantic cries as he fought his way in. She could feel how tight she was because her daddy’s cock was already in and Hector had to finally slam himself the rest of the way in.
She screamed. She felt so fucking full, her tiny, young body being stretched in every direction. Two large cocks both forcing their way deeper into both of her holes. She felt it when they began to move, their cocks moving inside her in a dance that seemed perfectly choreographed. One second she was all but empty, and the next she was stretched so fucking full. She knew she looked like a whore, but she was a whore, so she didn’t care. She laid there against her fathers chest, her legs spread open while her brother fucked her glistening wet little pussy. This is what she lived for, all she was good for. Pleasing men, strangers, high class and low class like. She was available to anyone who had the money to pay for the pleasure and she got off on that.. But there was nothing quite like knowing she was her father and brother’s personal little fuck toy. Yes, she’d give it all up to be owned solely by her oldest brother.. But her father would never allow that, so for now she gloried in being used.
Hector’s hand met her cheek hard, he slapped her, right over the bruise Cass had left on her face and she felt her little cunt tighten around him. Hurt me
He held her face in his hand, squeezing her jaw hard enough to leave fingerprints, angling her head down so that she could watch him slam his cock inside her. She liked that. Loved watching herself get fucked.
She could feel it building, feel the heat starting to snake its way through her body, the beginning tremors. She was going to cum, and the knowledge that she would cum screaming with two cocks inside her was almost enough to push her over the edge.
She could hear them talking, but couldn’t quite make out the words. She was lost in her own personal world, but she caught bits and pieces. Slut. She knew they were laughing at her, cracking jokes at her expense as they used her body, marveling at the fact that such a pretty little girl would love something this dirty. She was dirty. She was going to fucking cum with her father’s cock in her ass, and her brother’s deep inside her pussy.
Her back arched, and she whimpered incoherently as her little body began to shake, she could feel herself.. Her holes gripping their cocks, trembling around them as the orgasm started. Her body rocked, cumming so fucking hard around the cocks that filled her until she couldn’t even think straight. She could hear their grunts, their groans as they felt her, cumming around them both.
“Little whore gets so fucking wet.” Hector’s eyes were half closed, and he waited for the hardest wave of her orgasm to subside before he slapped her again, and their pace quickened. Both cocks filled her faster, harder, at a furious pace that actually hurt.
They were going to cum, and she tried to form words, struggled to ask them to cum in her mouth, but before she could she felt them both slam so fucking deep. Both of their arms pinned her still as they flooded her cunt and her ass with cum. She grinded against them, both of them, wanting them to feel her from every angle as the pumped her so fucking full. She collapsed back against her father’s chest and stared up at Hector.
His eyes looked sleepy, and his forehead was covered in sweat. “What the fuck are you pouting about?”
“I- I’m not.” She shook her head.
“Is she pouting?” Her fathers face nuzzled against hers. “Tell Daddy what’s wrong, Callia. That’s an order.”
She whimpered, and hoped she wouldn’t be in trouble. “I just.. I. I didn’t get to taste it.”
She felt both cocks jerk inside her and when they both laughed, she knew she wasn’t in trouble. That had pleased them; the thought that she was sad because she wanted to taste their cum.
Her father gripped her hips tightly. “Be good to your baby sister, Hector. She wants to taste your cum.”
She winced as he pulled his cock out of her sore, thoroughly fucked little cunt, and gasped when she felt two of his fingers slam deep inside. He pumped his fingers inside her cunt, as deep as he could. He finger fucked her lazily for a minute and when he pulled out his fingers, she realized what he was doing.
She leaned forward happily as he slammed his fingers into her mouth. She sucked greedily, her eyes closed when she got the first taste of his cum from her cunt. She trailed her tongue around his fingers, sucking off every last drop.
“I think she needs a little more,” Her father mused. “Callia. Knees on the floor.”
She climbed off of him, wincing as his cock slipped out of her ass and she got to her knees on the floor. She opened her mouth wide. She knew what was coming.
Both of them gripped their wet, cum covered, semi-hard cocks and guided then to her mouth. For a moment they were close enough for her to wrap her lips around both, but then she had to clean off one at a time.
She began with her father’s, sucking and cleaning his shaft, tasting every last drop of his salty cum. Then she moved to Hector’s. Then her fathers. She licked lazily for a few minutes, and when she was done, she was smiling and their cocks were clean.
“Her father patted her head as she knelt. “Good girl Callia. Now go and be bathed. You still have to work today. Go earn Daddy some coin.”

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The Real Man of the House: Ch. 1 Taking the Mother

I hate my father. He’s such a damn wimp. If he had some courage, he wouldn’t have wet his pants. If he knew how to fight, he would’ve fought that mugger. If he was a fucking man, Mom would still be alive.
Well two months after her funeral, he met someone else and a month later he was married again. Three fucking months later, that’s how long it took him to replace her. Son of a bitch. His new wife is named Nancy and she has two daughters, the sixteen-year-old Wendy and the thirteen-year-old Dorothy.
Nancy is a calm, compromising housewife that seems quite submissive. She is 35 years-old with blue-eyes, dark-brown-hair, a slim figure, and moderate cans. She’s okay looking, but she would be a lot hotter, if she had some damn fashion sense.
Wendy Is your typical high school girl, she is materialistic, loves talking to boys, and loves Justin Butthole Bieber. Her blond-hair, blue eyes, slim figure, nice curves, and nice melons makes her a boy magnet, but she insists she’s still a virgin. Liar.
Dorothy is just a boring seventh grader. We go to the same Middle school. Her personality is reserved and shy. Physically she’s only starting to develop, but she is a brunette with green eyes.
Wait, where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Justin, I’m fourteen, I have dirty blond hair, brown hair, and a great build for my age. I’m in such good shape because I kickbox.
My dad going working late again at the pharmacy, so I’m stuck at home with my step family. Oh well, the main one I hate is Nancy, though Wendy can be quite a bitch though. I do enjoy Wendy’s company though.
Well It’s dinner time and Nancy is serving ramen noodles with caesar salad. She notices I’m making a face as asks me if something is the matter.
“Yeah, where’s the beef.” I answer like that old lady in those old Burger King commercials. “I’m not some fatass trying to lose weight.”
“Watch your tongue you little prick. Mom worked hard making this food for you and that’s all you have to say,” Ironically she bad mouthed her mouth over her mouth not giving her what she wanted.
“Wendy, I can take care of this,” Her mother replied. “I’ll make a note that you like meat.”
“Stop babying him!”
“YOU KEEP OUT OFF THIS.” I toss my dinner off the table and head to my room.
***
Luckily I have a lot of beef jerky and sports bars, so that’ll be my dinner with a candy bar for dessert.
After I’m done with my… dinner, I think about how I acted. I did act a bit ungrateful, so I think about apologizing to Nancy, she did work hard on dinner.
Normally, I wouldn’t think twice about apologizing, but I have to live with these people, soooo, you know, it’s best if they don’t hate me. But by the time I make this realization it’s 9 o’clock. Nancy’s asleep so I have to wake her up and I can’t wait until tomorrow. I’ll have made another realization by then and change my mind.
I walk down the hall and crack open the door and what awaits me is something I could never have imagined.
“Your home, dear. Hop on in, I’ve been waiting for you.” she said seductively.
She thinks I was her husband. Well, I’d hate to admit it, but me and my dad do look alike, though I look tougher than him, but it’s dark in the room so she can only see my silhouette. Well, I may not like her, but the way she told me to hop in and I got a raging hard on. Plus, it would be rude to pass up such an opportunity.
I start taking off my clothes as I approach the bed. Once I hop on the bed, I’m butt naked. I flip open the sheets and get on top of her. She wraps her legs around me as I penetrate her wet cunt.
“Oh my, Charles, You’re so much thicker than usual. Oh God, I don’t thick it’ll fit,” she says as I enter her pussy. “How on earth did you get so thick?”
I don’t says a word, I just start thrusting in and out. Before this I was a virgin, don’t judge, I’m only 14, but I says some pornos so I think I know what I’m doing. Grabbing her tits so can I begin to firmly groping them.
“Oh my God, this is so much better than usual. I think this might be the best sex in my life. I think I’m going to cum soon. It’s almost like I’m having sex… with another… man,” she final figures it out.
“So you final figured out my dad couldn’t fuck you this good,” I smile appears on my face that she cannot see thanks to the darkness.
“Justin, get off of me. I’m your mother and I’m married!” Fat chance of that happening.
“You’re not my mother and you’re married to that sissyman,” I tell her. “Besides I’m fucking you in a way he could never could with a cock you just said was way bigger than his. I doing such a good job that you’re going to cum and we only just started.”
Speak of the devil, I can feel her pussy twitching in a way that one of my friends told be about. Yeah, she’s definitely cumming, but I’m not done yet. I’m out to prove just how much better I am than him. I grab her and take her off the bed and I fuck her as I stand. Her only support is me.
“Oh God, what is this? Don’t drop me!” she is nervous and scared, but she must also be excited because her tight pussy is getting both tighter and wetter. “We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong!”
“The only thing wrong her is that you let the pencil dick fuck you. Besides your pussy is telling me you’re enjoying this.” I just continue to ram her cunt.
“Stop now, before I scream.”
“Scream what? How this is so good. You can’t call this rape after you just came and I’m pretty sure you’re about to soon cum again. Besides, do you want your girls to see you like this? Being fucked by your step-son.”
“Oh God, no, OhhHH GOd!” she cums again.
“Speaking of cumming, I’m about to cum as well.”
I release a huge load of cum deep into her pussy. I then drop her on the floor after I take my cum and pussy juice covered cock out of her cunt, then I shove it in her face and say, “clean me, slut.”
The woman I practically rape begins to gentle lick my still semi-erect manhood, causing it to get hard again.
“All clean. Now please get out.” she says as she weeps.
“Very well.” I thought about making her give me a blow job, but I don’t want to overload her on our first fuck fest, we still have all day tomorrow, since it will be Saturday.
I pick up my clothes, head to my room and go to sleep with my still raging cock. The sissyman, come home a little later.
***
The next morning it’s just me and Nancy as the girls went to their friend’s houses and pop had to work again.
“What up, Nancy?” I ask her as I stand naked in the hall with my raging cock.
Nancy adverts her eyes and says in a low voice, “No, let’s just… forget about last night.” So shy and so pathetic.
“No way, my pet. We are going to finish off where we left off.”
“But I don’t… want to.”
“Bullshit, you loved it and you know it. Your body said so, twice,” I walk up to her and put my hands down her pants and feel her wet cunt. “And it says it wants some more right now, don’t you.”
“Well, I will admit it did feel… good, but it’s wrong,” she said, blushingly. “I never thought an… orgasm could feel so… good.”
That was her first orgasm? Sad, I know my dad couldn’t make a woman reach an orgasm, but I thought maybe her previous husband or someone else she fucked could. Well, she has me now so she won’t have that problem anymore, I’ll make sure of it.
“That’s so sad, a woman should reach an orgasm long before her thirties,” I tell her. “But I’m going to make sure you get them all of the time.”
“Y-You don’t have to.”
“But I want to. A man who can’t satisfy a woman isn’t a real man. And every woman should have a real man, like me.” Truer words have never been spoken. “Now take off your clothes.”
“B-But I can’t.” She says as she is about to cry, “I’m your mother.”
“But you can and you will. And we’re not blood related so this ain’t incest, got it?”
Starting with her shirt, she starts taking off her clothes. Then she drops her long skirt to the ground and says with tears falling down her cheeks, “Let’s stop this now, I promise not to tell anyone.”
“Underwear, now.” I command her with an amused toned.
She unhooks her bra and tosses across the room and then pulls pulling down her pants. The only thing she’s wearing now are her shoes and socks now, but I don’t really care about them. What I really care about are her hands covering her tits and pussy.
“Show me your privates.”
She just shows them to me with no further coercion. Such a weak woman. Quite fitting for a weak man like my dad, too bad I’m taking her from him. Her tits are nice and erect and her wet pussy shows me she wants me. Too bad about her hair to, it’s sooo… retro? She has a weird sense of fashion”Let down your hair.”
Letting down her long hair, I’m stunned. She looks so much more… sexy. Now I want to pounce on her, but I hold myself back and grab her hand. I take us to her bedroom and lay flat on my back with my monster cock stand like a skyscraper.
“Have you ever heard of cowgirl style?” I ask her.
“No, what’s that?”
“It’s when a woman rider and man’s cock like a, well, cowgirl. It’s best done with long cocks as they woman will be bouncing in the air. Wanna try it?”
“N-No!”
“I think you do.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because your pussy looks like a waterfall.” She looks down and sees her flooding pussy and tries to hide it with her hands, but it’s dripping down her legs onto the floor.
“Now let’s try it out. Get on top of me.” She doesn’t obey my orders so I repeat myself with a stricter tone. “I mean now.”
She does as I command and straddles me without saying a word. Her pussy feels so wet, my large cock enters it with almost no resistance. Once I’m I grab her tits and thrust my hips, I start bouncing her in the air.
“Ahh, I’m going to fall!” She screams. I’m not sure if it’s the fear, the excitement, or just the adrenaline, but her pussy gets so much tighter.
“No, you’re not.” I grab her tits to her her keep her balance, among other things. She lets out shrieks of pleasure as I grope her tits and toy with her erect nipples with my fingers.
“Oh, God! Don’t let me fall!”
“Have a little faith, slut!” I start to speed up my thrusts, sending her higher into the air. “How does this all feel?”
“Wrong!”
“Is that all?”
“Well, also a little good.” She saws with a slight smile.
“Only a little?”
“A little more than a little.” She starts to close her eyes, her mouth become the shape of an O, and begins her orgasm. “But it still feels wrong!”
“Your pathetic sense of morality is getting annoying.” I say was slight annoyed face.
“I’m sorry.” She says as she tries to look away from me.
“We’re not blood, not family, and your not my mom. Plus every woman is entitled to a man that can satisfy her and since that other man can’t I will. So your my bitch, got it? And above all, we’re not done yet.” I shift position from cowgirl to missionary and continue to ram her wet cunt. When I’m done with you, you’ll be so sore down there, you won’t be able to walk properly for a few days.”
“Please, I’ve came once already. That’s enough.” She says in terror.
“So selfish, I haven’t cum yet.” Once I say that, she is about to say something, but I cut her off my kissing her. After massaging my tongue against hers, she eventually massages back and wrap her arms and legs around me. She has finally accepted me.
We cum some after at about the same time and I take my dirty cock out of her.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! You can in me again.” She starts to cry. “I could get pregnant!”
Where was this bitching last night when I banged her? Wait, I thought she was on the pill? Oh well. “So, considerate a happy miracle. Beside, me and that femboy have similar DNA, unfortunately. So the brat will look like him and should pass a DNA test, got it. Nothin’ to worry about. Besides, better to have my kid than his.” I then lead my cock up to her face and say, “Clean me.”
“Y-Yes, sir.” She says sheepishly.
‘Sir’, I don’t like the sound of that. It makes me sound old. “Call me ‘Master’ instead.”
“Yes, M-Master.” Damn, she’s weak willed. She starts like my cock clean and eats me cum.
“How did it taste?”
“G-Good, Master.”
“Want some more?” She looks up to me and shakes her head ‘yes’. “Suck me off.”
“But I’ve never sucked anyone before.” So sad.
“Now’s the time to learn.” I point to my cock. “Now snap to it.”
After she wraps her head around my cock, I can tell this is her first time suck someone off. She’s only sucking, no tongue, no bobbing of her head back and forth. “This really is your first time suck a man off.”
She looks up to me and tries to say, “Sorry,” with my cock in her mouth.
“First of all, try using some tongue.” She does just that, but it’s not that good. Gee, she puts to rest that myth that older women know how to please men. “And try bobbing your head back and forth.” Both of which are improvements of just her sucking, but there’s room for improvement, a LOT of improvement.
This continues for about twenty minutes before I cum, I may have cum sooner, but with this technique, let’s just be glad it was only twenty minutes. Though she did learn a lot this time, ultimately, I’m going to need to train her in the art of blow jobs and eventually, some year, make her give me a deepthroat.
I take my cock out of her mouth and spray my essence all over her face. I decided not to cum in her mouth, because she would probably choke to death with her skills.
Nancy, covered in my cum, almost passed out on the bed. I may be somewhat satisfied sexually, but I want more. I don’t want to be fucking some moderately attractive housewife, I want a hot wife. The problem with her looks isn’t her body, but her fashion.
“Slut, it’s time for a new look for you. Your hair and fashion since aren’t what I want in my girl. No more of your 50’s since of fashion. You’re going to go out and get a short layered hair style and start wearing more revealing clothes. And some make-up wouldn’t hurt,” I command her. “If you don’t I may set my eye on another woman, maybe your daughters. I expect some meat after I come back home for dinner.”
I put on my clothes and head out to the gym for some kickboxing practice as she lays on the floor.
***
Hours later I head home, and once I’m in the front yard I see Dorothy, Wendy, and Pops. I guess we all got it timed so we arrive for dinner. We all walk in and see the table filled with meatloaf, curry,and pork.
We all sit down for dinner. Finally some real food. When she steps out of the kitchen, all of our mouths drop and our eyes almost pop out of our heads. She comes out with a short layered hairstyle, just like I told her, a black corset with jeans, and some eye liner.
“Mom, you look hot!” exclaimed Wendy. “Wanna hangout?”
“Dear, you look stunning,” says the little girl, I mean my dad says.
“Definitely an improvement,” stated Dorothy. I love her comments
Nancy just looks down as she blushes. “That’s it just felt like somebody told me I needed a change in my look.” Your welcome.
We all start digging in. All the while Nancy occasionally gives me a glance and blushes. But even though I promised I’d only fuck her and never her daughters, I’m still looking at them. Now either I go after the slutty Wendy or the shy Dorothy. Oh choices, but I choice…

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My Photogenic Mom Chapter 2

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Michael’s first objective was to get a few of the pictures in Kathy Thompson’s hands. After that was accomplished the rest would be easy. He went to the church and took the envelope with the pictures out of his pocket. He was not worried about the pictures being traced to him. He knew that very shortly Kathy would know exactly who took the pictures. It was important that she thought she was the only one he had contacted. Michael left the church after taping the pictures under the last pew. He went to the pay phone at the gas station on the corner and dialed the number for the church. His luck was good as Kathy answered the phone on its second ring. Michael told her that she would find something very interesting under the last pew. She asked who he was, and he told her that that did not matter, he would call her back in thirty minutes. He told her not to tell anyone about this call, including her husband until she found the package. After hanging up Michael thought about what the future was about to bring, and he could not help but smile. He even stopped at the local burger joint and had a sandwich while waiting to call Kathy back. Things were defiantly looking up.
Michael dialed the phone and Kathy answered on the first ring. I guess you found my package Michael said. Who are you, and what do you want said Kathy crying, why are you doing this. I am just some-one who saw your husband doing something that he should not. Obvi-ously you did to, I am sure that you do not want this to get out do you? By this time Kathy was crying harder and Michael almost felt sorry for her. But then in his mind he could see a picture of her standing naked in front of him willing to do whatever he said and that stopped any feelings of sorrow he had. Then he thought of what Reverend Thompson had done with his mom and all pity was gone. Kathy again asked what he wanted. Michael asked her if she knew where the old smith farm was outside town? She said that she did but why? Michael told her to meet him out there in one hour by the old barn and come alone. If anyone came with her he would make the pictures public knowledge. He then hung up. Michael went back home and parked his car. Susan was not home so he did not have to worry about her questions when he rode his bike instead of taking the car. Michael had gone to the old farm earlier in the day, and left a blanket in the barn. He was sure that his plan would work and he wanted to be prepared.
Shortly after he had hidden his bike in the weeds, he heard a car coming down the old road. It slowed and then pulled in the overgrown driveway. From his vantage point in the barn Michael could see that Kathy was the only person in the car. He could also see up the old road and had watched her from the time she had pulled off the highway. As he watched her, she got out of the car and stood nervously. He watched her for a little while, then climbed down and went to the barn door. He watched her looking around, and finally said “hello Mrs. Thompson.” Kathy jumped at the sound of his voice and turned to face him. She looked surprised to see him standing there. All of a sudden she got a very stern look on her face and said “Michael Roberts what is the meaning of all this?”
Michael looked at her and said “I think you know exactly what the meaning is. The question is what is the price.” Kathy started crying and looked at Michael. She said “I can’t believe that you would do such a thing and I don’t think that there will be any price. Showing those pictures would ruin your mother as well as my husband and me!” “I do not think so” Michael said. “All the pictures would show was the Reverend Thompson taking advantage of a distraught married woman who came to him for counseling. Not to mention the fact that his wife stood there and watched while he did it!” “I cannot believe that you are doing this to us” said Kathy “what do you want?” “Now that you are taking this situation seriously” said Michael “what is it worth to make sure these pictures never are seen again?” “We don’t have a lot of money saved, probably not even five hundred dollars.” “I don’t think that will be enough said Michael you will need to sweeten the pot some.” “But we don’t have anything else.
“Kathy said “I cannot sweeten it more.” Michael slowly walked up to her and said “I am sure you can think of a way to sweeten it up!” Michael reached out his hand and cupped one of her firm breasts. Kathy recoiled from his touch and said “do not ever touch me like that again!” Michael just smiled and said “OK if you are sure that that is what you want.” He then turned and started to walk away. He had not gone but ten feet when Kathy called to him. He turned and walked back to her. Through her tears she asked him what he wanted. Michael smiled and said “that’s better, much more sensible. He reached out and started un buttoning her blouse. He watched Kathy as he finished with the buttons, feeling her body tremble as his fingers brushed the soft skin of her breasts. Michael told her he wanted to see her take off her blouse. He told her “you know I’ve never been this close to a grown woman taking off her clothes, especially a beautiful one like you. Kathy just stood and stared at him. “Now take off your bra too, I want to see those beautiful tits of yours!” Kathy’s face turned bright red, but she did as Michael said tears running down her face. As she slowly removed the bra Michael asked her how many men she had been with. Kathy told him that was none of his business. Michael told her that anything he wanted to know was now his business. Kathy realized that Michael was not going to drop the question and said “my husband is the only man I have ever slept with.” “Well that’s going to change” said Michael. He reached out and slowly ran his hand over Kathy’s beautiful firm tits and started playing with the large strawberry colored nipples he roughly pinched one and Kathy let out a startled yelp but did not try to pull away from him. He saw that Kathy was trying to resist any reaction to the caress of his. Kathy’s nipples started to stiffen between his thumb and finger and seemed to grow bigger than any of the young girls that had ever let him get that far. Michael had both hands on her tits now and started sucking on those big luscious nipples. Kathy’s breath was coming faster. Michael reached down and unzipped his pants, letting them drop around his ankles. His swelling cock was straining to get free of his underwear.
Michael told Kathy to get out of her skirt and panties. He wanted to see her totally naked. Kathy slowly stripped off her skirt trying not to stare at Michael’s swollen cock waiting to be released. Kathy slowly pulled her panties down and let them drop around her ankles.
Kathy stood up and looked at him waiting to see what he would demand next. Michael just stepped up to her and started running his hands down her body off her trim waist and onto those fantastic hips. He pulled her closer and whispered in her ear “you have a fantastic body.” He slowly moved one hand in front of her and slid it down over her belly to the front of her soft blonde mound. He rubbed the front of her mound. Kathy was starting to cry again he told her” I will not hurt you, and in the end you will enjoy this.” Michael turned her around so he could get a better view of her sexy ass. He told her to spread her legs and bend over. Kathy didn’t move until Michael put his hand on her shoulder and gave a slight push telling her to do it now. Crying Kathy bent over, knowing that as she did this her pussy was opened fully to Michaels view. Michael started running his hand over the cheeks of Kathy’s ass squeezing them and enjoying her reaction to that. Taking both hands he pulled her ass cheeks apart exposing her completely to his eyes. He took his finger and ran it down the valley of her ass, enjoying the way Kathy jumped as his finger slid over her tight puckered asshole. He continued sliding it until it reached her waiting pussy lips slipping a finger into her hole, searching for her clit. Michael knew that when he started massaging her clit Kathy would not be able to keep resisting him. He wanted to feel her pussy all hot and wet on his finger before he rammed his swollen cock into it. Slowly he could feel Kathy starting to move her mound against his hand. Her legs parted slightly allowing the advance of his probing fingers. Michael knew that once he got a finger in her pussy she would be his. He could feel the slippery wetness of her cunt closing around his finger tips. Kathy opened her legs completely and he slid his finger up into the depths of her cunt. Kathy moaned and leaned forward against the car. As Michael fingered Kathy’s pussy, he reached around her and grabbed her hanging tits with his other hand. Michael could feel Kathy pumping her pussy against his hand faster and faster. He was really enjoying this now. He slowly pulled his fingers out of her pussy and turned her around so he could look at her. Michael kissed her and slowly Kathy responded. Michael kissed her neck and then kissed and sucked her breasts. Kathy was moaning as Michael sucked her nipples and bit the underside of her breasts. Kathy started pushing Michael down over her stomach towards her now wet and swollen pussy. Michael had never eaten a woman’s cunt before, but he like the way Kathy was acting. Slowly Michael put his tongue into the musky darkness. He started lapping at her clit faster and faster. Kathy went stiff and ground her cunt into Michael’s mouth as she held him motionless in her cunt. After what seemed forever to Michael she relaxed her grip on his head and slumped against the car. Kathy looked at him and said “nobody has ever done that to me before!”
Michael looked at her in disbelief “nobody he said thinking of what he had witnessed Reverend Thompson doing to his mother.” “No” said Kathy “I always thought that it was perverted and Jim never even tried.” Michael said “well maybe we will find other things today that you have never tried.” “I do not think so” said Kathy “you have had your fun now it’s over.” Michael looked at her for a minute “I think you forget one thing, I still have the negatives so until I say it’s over its not.” Michael took the blanket off the hood of the car and spreads it out in the grass. He grabbed Kathy’s hand and pulled her down on it. He stood at the edge of the blanket looking at her body. “take my underwear off he said, Slowly Kathy reached up and did what he said. ”Take hold of my cock and see how good it feels.” Kathy started crying again, but done as Michael told her. As she held his cock, it started growing even harder in her hand. She started stroking it unwillingly at first, but faster as it grew. Michael took hold of her head and started pulling it toward his now huge cock. No she cried I cannot. The last of her words barely heard as he forced his throbbing cock into her mouth. He started rocking his hips back and forth whipping his cock in and out of Kathy’s hot mouth. Kathy had stopped fighting him and was working in rhythm with his hips. Michael could feel himself at the verge of coming in her mouth. He did not want her pulling away like the girls at school did so he grabbed her head again and started pumping harder. All of a sudden he felt himself start to explode. He pulled Kathy’s head tightly to him. So tight he could feel the back of her throat with the head of his exploding cock. He could feel her trying to push away but he did not care. He exploded in her throat, pumping again and again into her hot mouth. Michael loved feeling Kathy swallow his hot cum again and again. His wad shot he let her head go. He smiled at her and said “that was real good Kathy, today is going to be a lot of fun.” Michael looked at her for a minute, slumped back on the blanket, her tits heaving with the exertion of the last few minutes. Drops of juice from her pussy drying on her legs and he could not believe just how sexy this woman was. He could already feel his cock starting to stir. He knelt down on the blanket beside her and started stroking her tits her nipples were still standing tall and firm. Michael knew that in spite of herself, she was loving every minute of this. He moved on hand over her stomach and slid a finger into her pussy slowly rubbing her clit. Kathy started to moan softly and moved her leg so that Michael could finger her cunt better. Michael put his hand behind her head and pulled her to his cock saying “a little mouth to cock resuscitation will bring him back to life.” Kathy opened her mouth and sucked Michael’s cock in to the hilt. The faster he moved his hand the faster Kathy sucked his cock. Slowly Michael pulled his cock from her mouth and pushed her down on the blanket. He rolled on top of her and she grabbed his cock and guided him to the entrance of her pussy. Michael slid the tip of his cock into her cunt and stopped. Kathy gave him a confused look and tried to draw him farther into her burning pussy. Kathy opened her mouth and said “please Michael I want your cock inside me now!” Michael smiled and slammed his cock deep into her. Kathy shuddered as he hit bottom and then started working his cock in and out of her. This was his first real woman, and he loved the feel of her legs around his back. He loved the way her tits bounced every time he rammed his hard swollen cock into her and the glassy look coming into her eyes. He could feel her starting to arch her back under him. She kept saying “faster, harder” under him as he pounded her all of a sudden she cried out and Michael could feel her pussy squeezing and sucking his cock until he exploded in her. Michael slowly rolled off her and lay on the blanket almost exhausted. “You know Kathy I’m going to be sorry to see next week end!” She looked at him and said “why?” Michael stroked her nipple with his finger and said “because that’s when I will give you the negatives of the pictures I took.” Kathy looked irritated and said “I thought that I would get them today, especially after all the things you have done to me!” Michael started stroking her leg and nibbling on her tit but Kathy pushed him away. “Do not ever touch me again!” She yelled as she started to get off the blanket. Michael grabbed her shoulder and pulled her face down on the blanket. Kathy was struggling to get up, but Michael rolled on top of her to hold her down. “Don’t tell me what to do, I have the pictures remember that you and your husband’s ass’s are mine until I give them to you.” Kathy still struggled under Michael and to his surprise his cock was responding to Kathy’s ass bouncing under him. He had never had a woman from the rear before. Today was going to be a lot of firsts for him. Kathy felt Michael’s cock rubbing between the cheeks of her ass while he was holding her down, and to her amazement she could feel it start to harden again. She had never had sex this much in one day in her life. She felt ashamed, but the thought of Michael’s hard young cock in her made her pussy hot again. Michael could sense a new movement to Kathy’s ass. She did not seem to be trying to get out from under him anymore. It seemed more like she was stroking his cock with her beautiful round cheeks. He slowly lifted his weight off her and she kept backing that fantastic ass against him. He got onto his knees and grabbed her hips to raise them up to his cock’s level. Kathy rose up on her hands and knees then she reached between her legs and guided his cock into her cunt. He rammed forward and heard her groan with pleasure as he rammed his cock in and out of her hot dripping pussy. Kathy had never been this hot or wet in her life. She could not believe she could enjoy being fucked this much. Michael started caressing the globes of her ass with his hands. He leaned over some and saw her great tits swinging under her he reached down and grabbed them both and started squeezing them the nipples looked bigger than anything Michael had ever seen. Every time he pinched them Kathy would groan and arch her ass harder onto his cock. Michael let them fall and went back to her great ass. He pulled her cheeks apart so he could watch his cock ram into her wet pussy. When he did his thumb grazed her tight asshole and he felt Kathy clench her pussy muscles around his cock. Michael was fascinated by that tight little hole, almost as much as with her cunt itself. There was still a thick coat of pussy juice that had run into her crack from the earlier fucking so it was nice and slippery. Michael was teasing her hole sliding his finger down the slippery crack then across her hole. Every time he touched it her pussy would squeeze his cock. He slowly started to work his finger into her asshole. Kathy squealed and said “please Michael not there!” Michael could not stop now. He grabbed her cheek with one hand and shoved his finger into her tight ass. He was amazed at Kathy’s reaction to this. First she tried to pull away then she rammed her ass back against him. He could feel his cock rubbing his finger through the thin wall of skin between her pussy and her ass. He held his cock deep inside her pussy and started working his finger in and out of her ass. The sensation was wonderful. Her pussy sucking his cock and her ass sucking his finger was fantastic. He started moving his finger faster until he felt Kathy’s pussy start to heave. Kathy cried out and dropped to the ground with the front of her body. Her pussy was still wrapped around Michael’s hard shaft. Michael slipped a second finger into Kathy’s tight ass. She whimpered but was too spent to stop him. He started pistoning them in and out of her tight hole. He could feel her pussy starting to throb again but she could not move. As he watched his cock in her pussy and his fingers in her ass he wondered what it would be like to fuck her fabulous ass. Michael pulled his fingers out of her asshole and smiled as she groaned and tried to arch her ass. He grabbed on to both ass cheeks and quickly pulled his cock out of her hot pussy and shoved it into her asshole. As the head of his cock entered her hole he heard it snap shut around his shaft with a soft plop. Kathy screamed and tried to pull forward but all she did was cause Michael to lose his balance and fall ramming his shaft in her beautiful ass all the way to his balls. Kathy begged him to pull his cock out of her ass but Michael could not believe how different her asshole felt from her pussy. He slowly moved his cock in and out only about an inch when he felt Kathy tremble he moved it farther. Then he felt her trying to match his thrusts. He got both of them back on their knees, and started pumping her ass as hard as he could. Kathy reached back between her legs and started fingering his balls. She pulled him deep into her ass and held him there. Slowly she started working his balls into her hot pussy. Michael could not believe, he had his cock and his balls buried deep inside the preachers beautiful wife. The feeling was too much for Michael, he blew his wad deep inside Kathy’s ass and they both collapsed on the blanket. While Michael waited to get his breath back, he played with Kathy’s tits squeezing them and pulling the nipples. Kathy said “Jim has never made me feel like this, but then he has never done the things to me that you did to-day.” You made my insides quake. ” ‘I have never had an orgasm be-fore today.” Michael laughed and said “you taught me some things also, there will be more days like this I promise.” Kathy’s legs trembled as she tried to put on her clothes. She could not believe how weak her legs were.
She had to lean against the car to get her panties on. Kathy’s pussy and ass still throbbed from Michael’s cock. She could feel his cum dripping down her leg from her pussy and asshole. She was really confused by the emotions that she was feeling. First she was ashamed of everything that had happened to her today. She had never even touched a man other than her husband. She had never even thought of sucking her husband’s cock or of letting him eat her pussy. Then in one day her world was turned upside down. She had sucked Michael’s cock, even if not willingly at first. She thought she was going to drown when he came in her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, and realized that she had almost enjoyed it. The taste was not like anything she had ever tasted. Then when she realized that Michael had other plans for her also, she had gotten very excited. Her pussy started getting wet before he even grabbed it. Her nipples had never been that big before. This was where her shame started, she should hate Michael for what he had done. She was acting no different than a common whore. Just thinking about what had happened started her pussy dripping again. Kathy was at a total loss about all of this. Kathy was almost dressed when Michael walked up. She was just picking up her bra to put it on. Michael reached out and cupped her breast in his hand and started rubbing her nipple with his thumb. Kith’s nipple got hard at once and Michael smiled and said “I will call you tomorrow.” Tomorrow’s Sunday, you can’t expect me to get away on a Sunday” said Kathy. I expect you to get away whenever I call you said Michael and let her tit fall and walked away. Kathy started to cry because she knew that whenever Michael called she would indeed get away. The sad fact was that she was not sure that the pictures were the total reason now. Michael had awakened feelings and sensations that Kathy had never felt before. She would never see sex in the same way again. When Kathy pulled away, Michael got his bike out of the garage and went home.
During dinner with his mom Michael asked her what her plans were for the next week. Susan said she was planning on just relaxing by the pool for the week. Michael asked her if everything was all right because she was awful quiet tonight. Susan had a surprised look on her face and said that everything was just fine. Michael could tell that Susan had been really upset by what had happened at the church. He could only imagine how his plans were going to upset her. He still had not figured out how he was going to start things at home. Michael was surprised when Susan got up and made another drink after dinner. Usually she only had one an evening, two tops. Michael could tell that she had had at least three. His mother could not drink much before getting tipsy. When he had cleared the table Michael suggested that they go for a swim. Susan drained her drink and agreed. Michael followed her upstairs so they could get their suits from their rooms. Susan’s door did not quite close when she pushed it up but she did not notice. Michael quickly pulled on his trunks and went into the hallway and walked to Susan’s door. Through the opening he could see Susan pulling off her panties. When she bent over to take them off her feet Michael could see her beautiful ass stretched tight, and her pink pussy lips stuck out from the downy hair surrounding them. Susan pulled on her bikini bottom and straightened up. When she turned to reach for her top Michael could see her huge firm breasts swinging in the sunlight. Much to his surprise he got a huge hard on. He could not believe that after as many times as he had fucked Kathy today his cock was ready to go again. Michael hurried downstairs and made Susan another drink. Michael took the drink out by the pool and waited for Susan. She came down shortly and dove into the pool. Michael watched her doing the backstroke down the length of the pool and could not help his growing erection as he watched her tits swing back and forth in rhythm with her strokes. Michael dove into the pool with her and swam to the shallow end where he could sit on the bottom. Susan swam up and sat beside him. Michael got out of the pool and got Susan’s drink for her adding some more alcohol to it when he did. His mom never noticed, looking up at the stars thinking of how the week had gone. She was also thinking about what had happened with Reverend Thompson on Thursday, just two short days ago. She had not gone to him for sex, but when he made advances to her she had not stopped him either. She could not bear it if her son or husband knew what had happened. Finishing her drink, Susan asked Michael to get her another. She tried to compose herself while he was in the house. Just thinking of Jim’s face in her bush and his tongue in her cunt had made her wet and horny. Why did Harold find it so easy to ignore her and her needs? He was probably with some young bimbo right now, doing to her what he used to do to Susan. Susan had to admit that Harold knew how to please her when they were first married. Of course she was not experienced like he was. Michael was standing by the pool watching his mom as she was lost in her thoughts. He cleared his throat and set the drink on the edge of the pool. As he slipped into the pool he let his leg slide down the side of Susan’s. He felt her flinch but she did not say anything. She sat quietly for a minute then started swimming down the pool. Michael chased her splashing her with water when he caught her. As they were romping in the water Michael let his hand “accidentally” brush his mother’s huge breasts. He could feel her nipples pushing from underneath the material. Susan jumped like she had had an electric shock. Michael feigning innocence asked her what was wrong. Susan just shook her head and said “race you to the end of the pool and back.” She took off with Michael in pursuit. As Michael started to catch up with her he saw the string to her bikini top flowing behind her. He pretended to make a grab for Susan’s shoulder to slow her down. Susan laughed and kicked forward to evade his grasp. Michael let his hand slide off her shoulder and catch the string to her bikini top. As Susan kicked forward she felt her top loosen and fall off. She could not stop as Michael was right behind her. She dove under water to find her top only to see Michael coming up under her holding her top. She was terrified that her son had seen her exposed breasts. Even more upset at the smile that was on his face. Susan tried to cover her breast with one hand and reached out to get her top from Michael with the other. Michael held it out towards her and then released the top that started to float in the other direction. Susan kicked out toward the top and was beyond belief when Michael reached out and cupped her breast in his hand. Susan would never have believed her son could do such a thing. Without even thinking Susan struck Michael across the face. She could see her finger prints on his cheek. Susan had never struck him before and she was shocked at both their actions. She grabbed her top and climbed out of the pool grabbed he drink and downed it with one swallow. She then went to her room to think about what had happened. She was confused and the drinks she had before not helping. Michael’s fleeting touch when he had brushed her breast had felt good but he was her son, not another man. In her upbringing and most of the rest of the world that was strictly taboo. When Michael had grabbed her breast that was too much and her instinct had taken over. She was sorry that she had slapped him but he should never have done that. After his mom left the pool Michael rubbed his cheek and got out of the pool. He went into the house and up to his room to dry off. He heard his mom in her room and wondered how mad he had made her. He took out a set of the photos and put them under his pillow. He was lying on his bed in his robe when Susan knocked at the door and wanted to speak to him. She came into his room and sat on the edge of the bed. Her face was still red and Michael could tell she was not sure what to say. She started out by saying that she was sorry she had slapped him but that there was no excuse for what he had done. Michael knew that he had her reeling over what had happened. He also was not going to let go of the advantage that he had. He told her that he was sorry, but when he had seen her beautiful breast in the water he just had to touch it. He thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. He could not understand how his father could have a woman like her at home and go to another. Michael could see the confusion in her face as he talked, and he knew that the combination of her loneliness and the drinking she had done was really affecting her. He knew it was only a matter of time now. While he was talking to Susan, Michael had taken her hand and was holding it in his. He sat beside her and slowly stroked her hair as he talked to her. He had meant nothing wrong he assured Susan, he just had not had much ex-perience with woman and the sight of her breasts was more than he could stand. Susan was uncomfortable with this conversation. It was not going where she had intended but her son seemed to be pouring out his soul to her and her need to be a mother overcame her unease. Susan shifted to look at Michael. Unaware that as she did so her robe loosened and partially exposed her breast and leg. Michael let a tear roll down his face and told Susan that he had not meant to upset her. Susan did not see the erection under Michael’s robe or know what he was feeling right now. She was trying to find a way out of the dilemma she was in. Michael asked her what was so wrong about him feeling her breast, he had sucked on it when he was younger and held it. In her confusion Susan could not think of a good answer to this. Michael asked if he could feel it and promised never to ask again. As he was asking Susan this, his hand was slowly making its way down the side of Susan’s face. He slid it down until it was at the opening to Susan’s robe. She made no move to stop him as he slid his hand over her breast. He could feel her catch her breath as his thumb and finger caressed her nipple. Why does it get bigger like this he asked? Susan in her confusion just looked at him. Susan had turned scarlet red with embarrassment and shock. Michael could tell the extra liquor he had put in Susan’s drinks were really starting to affect her. Her confused reaction to his question was proof that she had way too much to drink. He leaned forward and sucked Susan’s swollen nipple into his mouth. Susan gasped “Absolutely not” she said, but Michael had already pushed her down on the bed and opened her robe completely. Susan could not resist much because of the drinks and as Michael kept sucking and kissing her swollen nipples what resistance she felt was melting away. Michael could feel the fight leave his mom’s body as she started responding to his attention to her breasts. Susan was starting to moan softly and Michael put his hand between her legs. He pushed them apart and gazed in awe at her perfect pussy. As Michael stared at her swollen lips, Susan started struggling to get free of his grasp. Michael calmly shoved a finger into his mother’s pussy and started stroking her clit. It was hot and very wet Susan’s body betraying her and reacting to his finger inside her. Michael leaned over and started sucking on Susan’s tit again, continuing to finger her now dripping cunt as he did so. He heard her crying in frustration as he fingered her now wet dripping cunt. This was more than Susan could stand. Her hips started to work in rhythm with Michael’s fingers. He smiled because he knew that his mother’s pussy was his. Susan could not believe what her son was doing to her. She knew that he was going to fuck her and she was in a way helping him. Her body was responding to his invasion of her long neglected cunt. He was rubbing faster and faster and all of a sudden she exploded. Michael had never seen a woman come before. His mom tensed up and all of a sudden her pussy went into convulsions. He slid his finger deep into her and loved the way her pussy rode his finger sucking on it. Before Susan could recover, Michael slid over her head so that his cock and balls were over her face. Michael lowered his cock and was forcing it between her moist lips. Susan parted her lips and Michael’s cock slid into her hot mouth. Michael started pumping his hips up and down slowly. He did not want to make Susan gag by shoving his cock too far down her throat. Michael then turned his attention to Susan’s throbbing pussy leaning forward he slid his tongue down her cunt lips. He was rewarded with Susan’s sharp gasp for air around his cock. Susan thrust her cunt up towards Michael’s face. Michael pulled her cunt lips apart with his fingers so he could see her clit. He started blowing on it lightly. Susan started groaning under him and started sucking furiously on his cock. Michael started licking Susan’s clit and she ground her cunt in his face with pleasure. Michael sucked her clit in his mouth and tickled it with his tongue and Susan exploded again, covering his face with her fragrant juices. Before she could finish, Michael pulled his cock out of her mouth. He turned around and got between her legs. Now mom he said I am going to fuck you like I have wanted to do for years. He pulled her legs up on his shoulders and rammed his cock into her juicy pussy. Susan screamed as Michaels cock stretched her long neglected love tunnel filling it as full as she could ever remember. Susan could not believe how good it felt to have a cock in her. It had been so long since her pussy had been filled like this. Reality started to come back as she opened her eyes and was looking at her sons face above her. “Please don’t do this she begged it is not right I’m your mother. Please don’t do this to me.” The more she begged the harder Michael pounded his cock into her finally Susan had to give in to the feelings coming from her pussy. Michael had definitely inherited his father’s size. He was hitting the bottom of her pussy on every stroke. The way he had her legs over his shoulder, it felt like he was going to shove his cock all the way into her throat. Michael loved the way Susan’s tits bounced every time his cock hit the bot-tom of her boiling cunt, He could see his mom gasping for breath and knew she was about to drench his cock with her scalding love juices. Susan could start to feel her pussy throb and knew she was about to come. She wrapped her legs around Michael’s back and pulled him far into her as her pussy exploded again. She could feel Michael’s hot cum explode inside her as her pussy sucked his cock as if it would never have another. Susan was only partially aware of Michael’s weight on top of her, as she lay totally spent on his bed. The effects of the alcohol she had drunk and the fantastic fuck that she had just had had worn her out completely. She could feel Michael’s cock starting to shrink back to its normal size in her but was unable to do anything about it. She could feel Michael softly sucking her tits but was unable to move. Slowly she fell asleep totally satisfied. Michael couldn’t believe what a fantastic feeling it was to have fucked and sucked his beautiful mom. He started thinking about blowing a load into her sexy mouth and down her throat while she sucked his throbbing cock and those thoughts started his cock stirring again. Michael ran his hand down between her splayed legs and slid his finger into her hot wet pussy getting it slippery with the combination of their cum juices. He slid his hand further down and felt the puckered opening of his mom’s lus-cious ass. Her ass was already slippery from the juices flowing be-tween her cheeks as he fucked her throbbing pussy, so he slowly in-serted a finger into the rubbery hole working it in and out slowly while still massaging her tits with his free hand. Susan let out a little moan and he could feel her hips moving as he worked his fin-ger in and out of her ass. Michael watched his mother as her body was responding to him even though she was still asleep. It suddenly occurred that he had done almost everything a man could do to a woman but taste her sexy full lips. Pressing his lips against Su-san’s he slowly ran his tongue across her full lips forcing it be-tween them and into her mouth. Susan finally started to awaken and responded to his kiss with enthusiasm sucking his tongue further into her hot mouth and pumping her ass against his hand. Michael pulled away from her and rolled Susan onto her stomach kneeling be-tween her spread legs. Grabbing her hips he pulled her ass into po-sition as he placed the swollen head of his cock between the beau-tiful round cheeks of her beckoning ass. Susan felt his huge cock stretching her asshole and heard the soft plop and he stretched sphincter muscle retracted around the head of his throbbing cock. Susan let out a groan and pushed back against his cock, helping him bury it deep into her hot ass. Michael couldn’t help but smile as he watched his cock disappear into his mothers ass hearing her moans of pleasure as he started to work it in and out of her knowing she would orgasm shortly. Susan knew she should stop what was happening, but the faster Michael plunged his glorious staff into her the more she wanted to feel him shoot his load deep into her straining belly. Letting out a stifled scream Susan lunged back onto Michael’s staff as her pussy throbbed and she went into another fantastic orgasm, almost passing out from the sheer power of it. Michael, feeling his mother’s pussy throbbing and her tight hole grabbing his cock couldn’t stop himself as he rammed deep into her insides and felt his cock explode once again. He fell forward on top of his exhausted mom and just lay there with his cock still buried up her ass and fell asleep. When he woke up a little later Michael knew there would be hell to pay in the morning when Susan sobered up. He thought
he might need some extra persuasion for Susan. He picked up his camera bag and loaded a new roll of film in the camera. Michael knew that his mom would never wake completely up this evening so he could take his time. He put the camera on its tripod and focused on the bed. Then Michael completely removed the sweaty robe that was twisted under Susan. He ran his remote shutter release to the bed and under the covers by the pillow. He spread Susan’s legs a little wider so you could see right up her pussy that was still gaping open from his cock. Slowly he put a pillow under her arm and put her hand between her legs. He slowly took his mom’s hand and stuck two fingers up her wet pussy. Susan moaned a little and started rubbing her clit. Michael stood back and took some pictures. He was getting another hard on just watching. While Susan was still fingering her cunt Michael climbed on the bed and straddled Susan’s head. She stirred a little and Michael started rubbing her tits. This made her rub her cunt faster. Michael reached behind him and took a picture of him naked at his moms head rubbing her tits. He then opened his mom’s mouth and slid his cock part way in. Even though Susan was not awake, she sucked his cock into her mouth. Michael could not believe this, just a few short minutes ago his cock had been buried in his moms ass and now she was sucking it like there was no tomorrow. He took several pictures of this. Susan’s face in her son’s crotch his balls on her cheek. Michael pulled his cock out and let his balls touch her lips slowly Susan’s tongue started licking his balls, she opened her mouth and sucked his balls into it. Michael almost blew his wad right then. There was still one more picture that Michael wanted to have. He rolled Susan onto her side and lay down behind her he spread her legs so that his cock would go into her pussy from behind. He then rolled her over on top of him and sat up. He could feel her cunt squeezing his cock almost like it had a mind of its own. With Susan sitting on his cock facing the camera, Michael pulled her legs up on each side of his own. This spread his mother’s pussy so that you could easily see his cock buried deep inside her. Michael could feel his mom rocking her hips, working her cunt on his swollen rod. He reached around her and began squeezing her tits. Slowly Susan began moving up and down on his pole, her body responding without thought. Michael snapped picture after picture until the camera was empty. Michael rolled over on Susan and started pounding her pussy hard. Her fantastic ass jiggled with each hit. Michael’s cock had never been through such a workout as it had been through today. There had been more pussy than Michael had ever even thought about. Especially the way he was pounding his moms. He could feel her start to cum, but he had not even started. He was not even sure that he had anything left to shoot into her after today. Susan started to whimper and she suddenly screamed as she came. Michael kept pounding her pussy and she came three more times before he pulled his throbbing cock out of her pussy and kneeling over her face to finally shot his cum wad into her open mouth. Susan was just awake enough to see Michael jerking on his cock just inches from her mouth. She saw the throbbing head turning red as Michaels load was getting ready to shoot from deep in his balls. Susan locked her lips around the head of his cock just as it exploded shooting his scalding load into her throat swallowing quickly she started sucking his jerking rod until his ball were dry and no more could be urged from his cock with her lips and tongue. Michael rolled onto his side pulling Susan with him. He lay there exhausted until his cock finally fell out of her hot mouth. He slid the camera under the bed and holding his mom’s tit Michael fell asleep.

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The Ten of Them. Chapter 29

In our last chapter, the main events were the family gathered for the birth of Amanda and MJ, and the joyous reunion of Misty with her father Carl. Unfortunately, a few weeks later, after a threat to Daniel, their attempted precautions led to the school board deciding they needed precautions of their own. At the end of the school year, JJ will no longer be the self-defense instructor. He only hopes he can convince the school board to continue the classes. Something he promised the student body at the prom, and if JJ is one thing, he is a man who lives by his promises.
The other joyous thing that happened, Kathryn and JJ released from their medical celibacy, Kathryn’s Doctor on the day of the prom gave her patient permission to resume their marital affairs. Kathryn had prepared a surprise for JJ that did not work out quite so well. Instead of them getting to stay together until noon, Misty and Marshall interrupted the couple early. We now continue as JJ joins his best friend in the kitchen.
The Ten of Them: Chapter 29
Is then that I notice it is actually light out and it must be seven in the morning if not later. I find Marshall in the kitchen with his head in the refrigerator. Marshall usually eats if he is a little nervous. I call out to Marshall. He stands up so fast; he does not clear the door and bumps his head. I do my best to suppress my laughter. I know my best friend is very nervous when he behaves like this.
Marshall rubs the back of his head. His face is a little red as he turns to me. I control the urge to put him on the spot; he is doing that well enough on his own. Marshall thinks I might be angry, but he could not control what Kathryn did.
I say, “We had a little bit of a surprise this morning. I do not think Kathryn was expecting anyone but Misty.”
Marshall says, “I am not sure what she was expecting, but oh my, I was not expecting that.” He looks into my face and he tells me something that he has never told me before. “Back in our freshman year when we first met, I found out you were dating Kathryn. I had known Kathryn for a while through Coach Edwards; to me she was a child, a skinny little thing, all knees and elbows. You were a freshman, and had to be one of the hottest boys our high school ever saw, half the girls in school walked around with wet panties daydreaming about you. I thought you were crazy not to take advantage of that. I could not see why you were infatuated with Kathryn, but man, you are a genius! She looks like a Playboy model. You are a lucky man!” Marshall begins to laugh thinking of the irony.
I finally did not suppress my laughter and I laugh along with my best friend. I just wish I could have seen his face when he saw Kathryn. I am not sure if I would have been jealous or not, but I trust my wife. My best friend, he is only human like the rest of us. I know how he feels, dammit I felt the same way yesterday.
Marshall looks at me and says, “JJ you are a damn lucky man, but why was Kathryn nude?”
I feel for him because I can since that he has not been able to enjoy what I did last night. I almost do not want to tell him, but Marshall and I have always been as honest with each other as we could. I say, “Kathryn’s Doctor cleared her to resume our normal activities. After we made love, we both passed out last night. Kathryn was leaking on my chest, and I had to run to the bathroom or have a big mess to clean up. We were in the bathroom when the doorbell started ringing. Unfortunately, Kathryn’s robe was in the bedroom.”
Marshall grumbles mostly to himself, “Damn lucky, Kathryn Doctor cleared her yesterday.”
I point out to Marshall, “Doesn’t Misty have a Doctor’s appointment later this morning. I know Misty asked us to watch MJ, so it is not his appointment.”
Marshall brightens at the thought, he asks, “You really think that Misty’s Doctor will clear her too.”
Now in a serious voice I say, “I really hope so, after all she did give birth on the same day. However, everybody’s body is slightly different. It might be another week if she did not heal as quickly.”
Marshall confesses, “Beating off really does not help, I just want or more because of it. JJ I am so horny the crack of dawn is not safe. That is why I had to run.”
I feel for Marshall I was there less than twelve hours ago. I say to my best friend, “I know exactly what you mean. I was in love with Kathryn from her tenth birthday. We did not do anything for a very long time, but that did not stop me from wanting to. It has been five months for us too; I was exactly where you were yesterday. If the roles have been reversed I am sure I would be the one rubbing the back of his head.”
Marshall grins and says, you mean if you saw Misty walking down the hallway with a sway to her hips and tits, little drops of milk falling from them. You would just about blow a load in your pants too.”
Chuckling I say, “No, no just about. I probably would have.”
Now laughing along with me Marshall says, “I do not believe you, but it is nice to hear you say that.”
After we laugh for a couple minutes, I ask him if he wants to play a game of pool and he shakes his head no. Curiosity must have gotten to him because he makes the mistake of asking, “JJ I know this is really personal, but how is sex with a woman who is nursing?”
Jokingly I say, “Absolutely awesome, because sex is awesome. If I told you how it really went, you would be trying to hide a second stain.”
Marshall looks down at his lap before he says, “I do not have a stain.”
With a straight face I say, “You would have two if I told you how good it is.” I hold up two fingers, Marshall’s confusion only lasted a second.
Marshall laughing so hard he nearly falls over, once he stops he asks, “So on the ten scale it is?”
Not changing facial expressions I say, “Last night was a seventeen, but you have to not mind the taste of mother’s milk.”
Laughing extremely hard for a few moments, wiping a tear away Marshall says, “I think I have gotten over that. I have a confession. I did not spill Kathryn’s milk. I got it confused because it was a normal milk bottle.”
I am laughing as hard as Marshall is because I understand. I started to warn Kathryn about reusing glass milk bottles. I tell him, “I nearly did the same thing when Kathryn started using those bottles.”
Marshall gives me a pleading look again, he asks, “I know Kathryn needed expressed because she did not nurse Amanda yesterday evening. I have been your best friend for as long as I have known you. We are as close as any brothers that I know. I just need to know, what I want to do is not abnormal. I want to nurse and fuck my wife.”
I do not go into every detail, but I do tell Marshall about last night and it takes a little while because I have to pause to allow him to cool down several times. By this time, I know for sure Kathryn has finished nursing Amanda. I can feel the love and contentment from both of them, from this distance, I really do not get Kathryn’s thoughts but I still get a since of her stronger emotions.
Marshall finally shakes his head, he states, “I wish I had known about the bottles we were going to watch Amanda until ten. That way you two could had a little more fun.”
The elevator opens, and Misty steps out with a look on her face like the one I saw on Kathryn’s last night, Misty says, “Oh My God, your elevator smells like a dozen people had sex in it. If my doctor does not let me have sex after today, I am getting a different doctor.”
Marshall says, “It is a good thing I only used the stairs, if that elevator ride made you that horny.”
Misty bites her bottom lip and says, “Right now I almost want to forget the Doctor’s appointment, and just pull you back into that elevator for ten minutes.”
I laugh saying, “I was in the same predicament Marshall is in last night, ten minutes is enough for two sessions.”
Misty still biting her bottom lip says, “I know. Marshall is a bit quick on the trigger, but he recovers fast and takes his time on the second.”
Marshall chuckling says, “Honey it has been so long, it will probably be the third or fourth before I even slow down.”
Misty holding the same expression says, “Promises Marshall promises.”
Kathryn coming down the stairs, dressed thankfully, even after last night I would not be able to withstand the vision of her a second time this morning. I would really feel for Marshall, it was probably all he could do to retreat.
Mentally I tell my wife, (you should not torture a man like that. Poor Marshall has been without sex for months. A weaker man would have broken.)
Kathryn giggles aloud then she whispers to Misty. I could eavesdrop on my wife’s thoughts but eavesdropping is impolite, and telepathy takes a little mental push either to hear or to say. Without that mental push, a thought is like a whisper from across the room. Sure if I am touching Kathryn, it is like a whisper in my ear. The two of us are discovering all this as we go along. Most people do not think very loudly, the energy for your inner voice. I am beginning to believe telepathy is like when you think of a word or sentence for dictation, for it to work Kathryn and I have to put a little more energy and instead of saying the word or sentence thinking it louder.
Misty begins giggling at whatever Kathryn had whispered, after a moment Misty whisper something back. Kathryn again whispers back, Misty’s eyes get large, and suddenly her giggles fall silent. Then Kathryn asks in a normal voice, “JJ, do you think we can mark off the elevator?”
Thinking for a moment I say, “Living room yes, elevator no, you were in orgasm as we rode it up to the bedroom.”
Now it is Misty’s turn to roll with laughter, Marshall, Kathryn and I laugh along with her. Once we recovered a little Kathryn says, “Apparently women store it up too.”
Misty says, “If I have that much stored up, Marshall you are going to live up to those promises, probably twice over.”
Marshall smiles and ask, “Promise Misty?” Misty again bites her bottom lip and gives her head a shake. The look on Marshall’s face makes me wonder if he is making a stain. After five months and this conversation, I would not blame him if he had. However, his expression has the three of us laughing again, his expression changes to a smile and he begins to laugh as well.
Marshall and Misty excuse themselves. We know Marshall needs a cold shower to make it through the doctor’s appointment. It would not surprise me if Misty needs one too.
Smiling I ask my wife, “Where are the babies?”
Kathryn displays a sexy grin and says, “They are both asleep, Misty asked if I could take care of MJ through this evening. She wants me to try to give him formula. She brought it over in the diaper bag for him. The only problem she has is she does not produce enough milk for MJ.”
Stepping closer to me, Kathryn begins to rub my chest, “I think will have time while the baby sleep for a quickie.” Kathryn flashes me a mental image of herself, on the bed with her ass in the air face down and biting a pillow, as I am behind her giving her in orgasm. She asks, “Can you make that happen?”
With a smile I say, “I am pretty sure I can do that for you. Are you sure, you can hang onto the pillow? We do not want to wake the babies.”
Giggling Kathryn says, “You worry about your part, I will worry about not biting through the pillow.”
Kathryn and I run halfway up the stairs, and tiptoe the other half not wanting to wake the babies. We close our door, and I look at the sleeping babies cuddled together in Amanda’s crib. I know the two of them will be happy together, best friends until their sexual urges alters their relationship, them becoming lovers, then husband and wife. Then Marshall and I become father in-laws, grandparents to the same grandchildren, and best friends through it all.
Kathryn clears her throat, waggles her ass at me, I get a devilish idea and grabbed my camera from my desk, Kathryn’s eyes are wide until I turn to the crib, not wanting to use a flash I turn it off, and take a picture of the two babes as they sleep. Sitting the camera aside quickly, I strip almost in the two steps it takes me to get onto the bed. Kathryn grins at me, not wanting to disturb our children she thinks, (for a moment there, I thought you are going to take a picture of me.)
As I rub, my drooling cock up and down Kathryn’s labia ensuring that I bump her clit gently. Kathryn is as wet as she was last night. She grabs the pillow and moans into it, in her mind I hear her think, (stop teasing me I need it now.)
My mental reply, (yes my love, I need you too.) I find her opening and it is already grasping as I begin slowly pushing into her, halfway in, and Kathryn pushes back hard taking me all the way to her cervix.
Kathryn moans into the pillow, her mind screams, (fuck me now, hard and deep I want to cum fast.)
I pull out and push back and quickly, but not quick enough for Kathryn she pushes back meeting my thrust and speeding the rhythm. The rhythm is so fast I know I will not last very long, I feed my sensations into Kathryn and she immediately quivers.
Giving Kathryn my body’s pleasure connects our minds and our bodies. I can feel how my cock stretches her, how good that feels to her, how her G spot tingles, how her cervix needs to be bumped and rubbed. Now with each stroke I rotate my hips at the bottom, Kathryn’s pleasure nearly doubled. I almost come from feeling how good it feels for her. Less than a hundred strokes later Kathryn is screaming into the pillow, I pushed my energy into her G spot, and cervix each time I make contact.
Even though the rhythm is very fast I found that I could hold back wanting to heighten her pleasure. However, it has been a good five minutes and Kathryn has been in orgasm nearly three of that. By this time, sweat drops from our bodies, the sound of us slapping together encompasses the room, Kathryn is howling into the pillow that is doing an adequate job of muffling her.
I cannot hold back any longer and I give Kathryn all the sensations of me having my orgasm, Kathryn quivers falls forward thrusting into the mattress, I follow her not wanting to be pulled out. Even though her hips now are in the wrong position, I still managed to stay within my wife. I explode as we both thrust forward with each pulse I produce, Kathryn spurting with each of my spurts.
I am supporting my weight on my elbows, still wanting to linger inside my wife as her cunt milks the last of my cum from my cock, it twitches with each pulse Kathryn gives it. Kathryn’s breathing is hard and fast too, we have just took first place for the sprint in our sexual Olympics.
Once our breathing normalizes, I kiss her neck and shoulders, before I reluctantly pull away. Kathryn rolls so she can face me giggles and whispers. “So that is what it is like for a man to have sex. No wonder you love it. It is like my orgasms all at once, each spurt of your come feels like one of my orgasms.”
She reaches her hand up to my face, a devilish grin place a crossed her beautiful face. In her mind, she shows me a fantasy. Kathryn holds me tight as she lays on her back, we are in the missionary position with her legs wrapped around me, and her hands play across my back. We are making love slow and gently just feeling each other close. Whispering she asks, “Could you do that with me even when were old and gray?” Her mind again flashes an image much like the first, except her hair is white and mine very gray, our skin is covered in wrinkles and it looks like were in our eighties.
I kiss her and whispered her my answer, “I do not think they will ever be a day when I am actually tired of you. I do not think they will ever be a day when I do not want you more than I want to breathe, even when were older than that.”
Kathryn giggles, and whispers again, “Of course, you are right my husband.”
Moving over Kathryn, she throws her legs wide as I settle between them. This time we make love slower, with lots of passionate kissing, we do not need to cum it is just about filling completed, the sensation of each other so close, to enjoy the touch of the other. After about fifteen minutes, we realized that Amanda and MJ would probably wake in less than an hour. Kathryn pulls me back to our bathroom, in the shower she jumps into my arms and we finish our lovemaking session bringing each other to orgasm before we wash.
When we do not smell like sex, we can smell where and how strongly the house smells from our activities. The odors in the elevator nearly had Kathryn and I snatching our clothing off again, if it was not for the fact we were very sated from our activities so far this morning and last night.
We bring down the bed clothing, which smells so strongly Kathryn was biting her bottom lip again. In the laundry room I pull her close, and warn, “If were not careful will have those twins and nine months. I want to enjoy you for at least another year before we think of knocking you up again. I love our kids, I will love making them, but I want to practice a little while okay?”
Kathryn smiles into my face and says, “The Doctor says there is a minuscule chance of me getting pregnant for another month or so, but we took the precaution of using the injected birth control. I will have to go back every two months for another injection.”
I pull Kathryn back up into our bedroom, and we cuddle on our couch waiting for the laundry. We watch Amanda and MJ sleep; even at two months old, they seem to sleep more than anything else. As Grandpa Charles, Charles Sampson, says, “The more they sleep the faster they grow.”
I can tell Amanda is growing very fast right now. When she is awake, she seems to have a little better control of her arms, and her legs, I see her sucking on her toes, and marvel at how flexible she is. She is getting stronger too; she can set up with a little help, she can grab onto my fingers and hold on to them until she is setting up right. Although she is still unstable, her core muscles are getting stronger by the day.
Certain things about her personality are already developing. She does not like to wear yellow, when Kathryn dressed her into a yellow dress Amanda would cry, we knew she was not hungry or wet she just did not like the dress. Most every other color she seems to like, although she does prefer blue. I was trying to get a picture, of my three girls on Amanda’s one-month birthday. Sam wanted to wear her favorite yellow dress, and Kathryn wanted all the girls to match. Unfortunately, Amanda had other ideas, it took a while but we figured it out. Although in different colors, the three dresses were alike enough that the photo is one of my favorites of the girls so far.
Sam and Crystal love their sister, and if we would let them, they would try to take care of her all by themselves. However, it does not go to changing diapers, especially when it is stinky diapers as the girls call them. Other than that, the three sisters love to spend time together. It is fun watching Amanda get excited when she sees Sam or Crystal looking down at her. I am not certain if Amanda recognizes her sisters, or just realized they will pick her up. Amanda seems to be in someone’s arms more than in the crib, awake or asleep.
I knew if Mom would be here, Amanda would be in her arms. Mom was taking care of Amanda as much as she does Sam and Crystal. She spoils my three girls every chance she gets, as do Helen and Michael senior. Occasionally it is hard to keep track of where my children are, Helen and Michael senior will occasionally take them home with them. Feeding Sam and Crystal is not a problem for Helen, and she will take Kathryn’s milk from the fridge for Amanda.
Come home to find all three of my girls cuddled against Helen and their aunts along with Cindy, with Amanda in her arms in the Edwards living room. Alternatively, their Aunt Kara’s home would usually be the second-place I would check to find all the girls, along with her grandmother and aunts. Helen would smile up at me, but the four girls would be sound asleep.
Occasionally Michael senior and I would take the opportunity, to work on a project together. With us moving, we decided to hold off on the purchase of the horses, but we did finish the horse barn. The main thing we worked on together was a playbook to give to the new coach taking over for Michael senior. We will share with the new coach what we practiced with the football players he will have to work with. If the teams new coach, will use some of the same plays it may make it an easier transition for him and the team.
That will be our last act as educators, the transfer of the team and the playbook. Michael senior, coach Edwards was only six years short of reaching his thirty-year retirement with the school system. He said to me he would not miss some of the aspects of dealing with the Board of Education, and he really does not need the difference the six years will make in his retirement. What he will miss is working with the players, more than a few of his players have gone off to college, and at least six on into the pros.
I am thinking of all this, as the time I spend with Kathryn has to be the best part of my day. I realized one thing I have hated about being an educator is the time I spend away from Kathryn, and my girls. At least I will never have to do that again, I still can help with the charities, and the other activities around town.
Today is a Saturday, and Misty’s Doctor must be a little overworked having to work Saturdays, but her appointment could be the last for today. I guess it is common for a doctor to work half days on Saturday. That is why they usually take Wednesday or Thursday and Sundays off.
Only five weeks left for the school year from this Monday, a week long later than usual we had to make up for the snow days. That would take us into the end of June, I know attendance will be down during that last week June is a busy time for the few farmers in the area. Some vacations start during June, more than a few families will be away trying to enjoy time together.
Watching my three girls grow I can really understand, Sam and Crystal changed, more than just the physical in the time they have spent with us. I know they are stronger physically and emotionally they are more secure now. Both girls have not had a nightmare and quite a while. They have gotten into the habit of sleeping with Kathryn and I, it is not for the need for security now. They just enjoy being near us, and us being near them. I hear the girls running up the stairs. They dive over the couch and into our arms. For a pair of four-year-old girls they can be rough.
Actually, Sam will point out that she has four and three quarters, followed quickly by Crystal saying I am four and a half. At those ages, the fractions seem to be very important. My daughters do seem to change by the month, a little taller physically in a little more mature.
Cindy help support Kara as she catches up. Kara says, “I tried to tell them that you needed a couple more hours together but they insisted on coming almost as soon as they woke up.”
Kathryn petting on our girls, “You knew I was missing you, didn’t you my princesses?”
They bury their faces into Kathryn’s embrace and we hear a muffled Sam and Crystal say, “Yes Mommy. We missed you too.”
Kara giggles saying, “I half expected you two to be nude and entangled.”
Cindy giggles, “Like you and Daddy were last night?”
Kathryn giggles and Kara blushes heavily and says, “I guess I will have to make sure the bedroom door is locked from now on.” The three girls giggle followed by their mothers.
Sam says, “We know you guys love making funny noises. It is just something adults do. We really do not care, when we need to be with you.”
Kara and Kathryn both have shocked expressions, chuckling I ask, “You mean you would just lay down in bed and let us keep making those funny noises.”
Cindy, Sam and Crystal step away to whisper to each other, they giggle and whisper a little more. Then Sam asks, “Mommy, there is not anything wrong with you and Daddy making funny noises? If it is not wrong, why can’t we watch?”
Kara and Kathryn both nearly faint, I do not think it is a question they were ready for especially from a child not five years old yet. As I have always asserted Sam is a little more than her years. While my wife and sister recover, I do my best to explain. “First Sam is perfectly acceptable for a married couple to make love, funny noises when they are alone. Someone your age is not supposed to watch, it does happen occasionally that children see their parents making love. However, it is not something the parents normally allow. Most people would say is wrong for a parent to allow a child to watch them make love. Some people would be highly upset, and want to take you away if we let you watch.”
The three girls whisper back and forth although this time very seriously, Sam asks, “Nobody is going to take us away because we saw you and Mommy?”
I shake my head no and say, “We did not let you watch, it was an accident that you saw. That makes it different. Therefore, no one is going to take you away from us my Princess.”
With a giggle, Kara says, “Do not go around telling the entire world what you saw, some people still might not understand.”
Cindy says, “Yes Mommy.” Sam and Crystal shake their head yes without saying a word.
To ease the girls’ worries, I say, “We will not let anybody take you from our family. We love you too much to let that happen.”
The three girls hug me tightly and I get a course of I love you from them. Kathryn and Kara both have tears of joy at seeing how deeply I care for my girls. We go back to cuddling on the couch, Kathryn, Sam and Crystal cuddle to me, while Kara cuddles with Kathryn and Cindy. The feeling of joy pervades the room and that seems to draw family members like moths to a flame.
Mom is the first to arrive. She was simply hiding in her room while Kathryn and I had our fun. Her hands caresses our shoulders one on Kathryn’s and the other on my shoulder. Kathryn turned she gives her a warm smile welcoming and appreciating her presence. Karen, Helen and Michael senior arrive followed by Michelle, MC with Rosy, Joan, Johnny along with Janet wearing some of Joan’s clothing.
The elevator doors open, Alyssa is kissing George passionately, Anna and Allen giggle as they hold their noses. The children cannot escape fast enough from the elevator, but their parents reluctantly leave. I whisper to Kathryn, “We had better clean up that elevator or the family is going to be quite a bit larger shortly.” Kara giggles, overhearing.
A flushed Alyssa comments, “You two must have broken in the elevator last night.”
Kathryn and I burst out laughing, quickly followed by the rest of the family. Mom finally says, “JJ you had better get a mop before it causes something to happen.”
Alyssa bites her lip and says, “Come on George I think it is a little too late I cannot wait. Can you guys watch the kids?”
We end up sending the kids out to the playhouse, as we started Saturday brunch. Alyssa and George are in her old room, reliving their first encounter together. Janet bites her lip seductively as she looks at Johnny she asked, “Is everyone around here so liberal about sex?” There is more than a few giggles from the women.
I chuckle along for a moment and say, “To a point we are. We understand that a couple making love is a very normal and healthy part of their relationship. It helps couples become closer. To enjoy the comfort you find in your spouse’s arms is a true paradise. Anyone, who would deny that, really does not know love at all.”
Janet giggles and says, “I think I would like to look onto paradise.”
Uncle George and Alyssa had just returned Alyssa is running a brush through her hair; both have that afterglow you can only get from making love to one you truly love. Johnny lifts Janet from the floor carrying her back to the bedroom his parents just left. Janet is giggling merrily. Alyssa warns, “Johnny the sheets…”
Johnny cutting her off saying “are getting messier.” As they step around the corner and disappear from view.
There is more than a few laughs at Johnny’s comment. Mom points out saying, “I hope that young lady’s on birth control or the family just got larger by two.”
Alyssa’s eyes go wide hearing that. She gets the expression that Helen had eleven months ago. Joan asked, “Not ready to be a grandmother yet Mom?”
Not really thinking it through Alyssa says, “I am not done being a mother yet, I am not sure if I am ready to have a grandchild only two months younger than my own child.”
Joan understanding what her mother just said is slightly shocked before she wraps her mother into a hug giggling. George has a dumbfounded look stutters, “I am,, I am,,, I am going to be a dad! Again!”
Alyssa shakes her head yes, and George rushes to them hugging both Alyssa and Joan, he kisses Alyssa until Joan kisses him on the cheek. After Joan has his attention, he allows her to step back. He steps back in holding his wife tight to him. Alyssa says, “I was going to wait until I could tell the entire family, after I told you George. I was not feeling so good so I went to the doctor. I did not think I could still get pregnant but I am.”
George picks up Alyssa, spends her around a couple times and crashes into the couch landing in it as they both giggle. Alyssa still in George’s lap snuggles into her husband, and I think the two would start making love right there if it was not for the rest of us in the room and they had just finished less than ten minutes earlier.
We can hear Janet screaming, all the way from the bedroom Alyssa used to use when she still lived here. George chuckles, “It sounds like he is doing a great job for Janet. I had better watch out, or I will have to get the justice of peace out here to marry them. Since I adopted Johnny and Joan, I cannot marry them it is a conflict of interest.”
Joan throws her arms around George, looking into his face she says, “I love you Daddy.”
George says happily, “That made it worth everything.”
Carl and Sarah show up, just as MJ awakes, I hand him to Sarah who has a brilliant smile and then sticks her tongue out at her husband. Sarah says, “I am going to hold MJ all afternoon just like you do.”
Carl chuckles and playfully says, “It is about time you pay some attention to our grandson.”
Sarah looking at her husband coldly, but is just an act, says, “I finally get to hold him, just doing what you do. I swear JJ is the first to hand me the baby, I have been waiting almost two months to hold him.”
Sarah seeing her husband’s expression, bumps him with her hip says, “You know I was just playing, but I do not get to hold my grandson as much as I like. I know you always wanted a son. So the next best thing is a grandson.”
Carl chuckles, “I confess I would love to have a son too, but I would not give up my girl for anything.”
Sarah hears the commotion coming from one of the bedrooms, Carl looks amused and asks, “Did someone leave their speakers too loud or is that live.”
George answers, “That is my Son Johnny and his new girlfriend Janet. You know how young love is, we can try to deny or stop them only for them to hide it. That can be very dangerous, not too far from here; a young couple caught in a park. Six men beat the young man and raped his girlfriend. The trial just begun, but the couple’s life is ruined. The boy disfigured badly, and the girl is an emotional wreck.”
Carl gets a faraway look, and shakily he says, “Think God, that is not Misty and Marshall too.”
George looks at me warmly and says, “We should really think JJ too. He took them in, taught them how to trade stocks, if it was not for him our children could have been victims just like that other couple.”
Carl looks at me and says, “I am glad you were there to teach us a lesson, I wish I was as wise. I nearly lost Misty forever, because I did not do what a father should. Love first, counsel second, and accept your child for who they are. If I had done that…”
Misty overhearing cuts her father off, “You would had a new truck on Christmas.”
I look at Marshall and wonder why they are back so early, they only left a couple hours ago for the doctor’s appointment. Once I get a good look I can tell the Doctor had good news, Marshall is the most relaxed I seen him in the last five months. His hand plays on Misty shoulder, and Misty’s hand plays a crossed Marshall’s stomach as they stand side-by-side. They both have the afterglow.
Marshall asks, “What is for lunch I am starved.”
Joan walks up to Marshall and gives him a big hug, confusing Marshall for a moment. Joan steps back and says, “It is official, you are my brother, Dad has adopted Johnny and me.”
Misty and Marshall throw Joan into a big hug holding her close to them, Marshall says, “Dad only made official what our hearts it already done.”
Joan has tears of joy as she hugs her brother and sister-in-law. When she finally, steps back she informs the two, “Johnny wants Janet to marry him. They are back in Mom’s old bedroom. You know how young couples are.”
Misty tickles Marshall causing him to jump. Laughing Misty says, “Yeah I cannot get his hands off me unless he is hungry.”
Marshall teasing Misty says, “You are the one asked what do you want to do for lunch, because I worked an appetite up in you.”
Misty giggles, “You did satisfy one appetite as you created another, but I do not think the first is going to stay satisfied all afternoon.”
Sarah holds the baby who tries to nurse, she is giggling at his attempts as she walks to Misty. She hands Misty MJ giggling she says, “You better feed that boy, before he starves to death. He must take that after his Dad.”
Misty begins giggling almost uncontrollably. She finally gets herself under control and asks Kathryn where her diaper back is. The two go off, and they mix a bottle for MJ. MJ drinks the four ounces that they made, and is still nuzzling trying to get more milk from his mother. Misty finally makes another bottle He drinks another two ounces before he is satisfied.
Kathryn feeds Amanda as MJ reluctantly drinks from the bottle. My mind speaks to my wife. (See MJ does not like the taste of that stuff either.)
Kathryn begins giggling as she looks at MJ. Misty confused asks, “What is funny?”
Kathryn explains, “JJ believes that MJ is not enjoying the taste of the formula.”
Misty looks suspiciously between the two of us, she finally asks, “Have you two finally learned how to read each other’s minds?”
After a momentary mental discussion between Kathryn and me, we decide to share the fact that we can use telepathy with one of our best friends. Kathryn explains, “Yes, we have learned how to use telepathy. Misty you knew that JJ could stimulate my body with just a touch. Our connection has been getting stronger the more we work on it.”
Misty has a thousand questions, and Kathryn and I answered them truthfully. She even asked how we got started, I got Marshall and I showed them, a simple exercise that might trigger their ability to do the same. I warned that once they start eventually they would not be able to hold a secret from the other.
Misty giggles and says, “Marshall cannot keep a secret anyway.”
Chuckling Marshall says, “Nothing I want to keep secret from you anyway.”
Kathryn giggles and says, “I even know when he has gas, and if I have to remind him to go excuse himself, the best part is I do not have to say that out loud embarrassing him.”
I stick my tongue out as I walked out onto our patio. Marshal follows me, and is a few feet away when I release my first fart. Marshall starts chuckling, and he fires a return shot in a few seconds. He says, “Apparently, milk gives us gas.”
I ask Marshall if he is confessing jokingly, “Are you saying you are a mother fucking milk drinker?”
Looking at me somewhat shocked for an instant until wide smile crosses his face. Marshall then says, “Just like my best friend.”
We both began to laugh, which causes us to both fart. Fortunately, our laughter covers the noise, but Kathryn informs Misty what Marshall and I call each other. It is a good thing MJ has finished eating, and now lies in the crib falling asleep. Misty covers her mouth, but she is laughing so hard she rolls onto the carpet.
Kathryn barely controls herself allowing Amanda to finish nursing, but she still is laughing heartily, both as our new club nicknamed the MFMD club begins. To be a member, you must be a father who drinks the milk your wife produces. This requires your wife’s participation, so your wife is automatically a member.
After Marshall and I release enough pressure, we rejoin our wives. We bring the two fully into our discussion, and they caution us, not to make this a national club. They do not want many people to know what we do in our bedrooms.
I tell my wife, Misty and Marshall, “It is just that, Marshall and I needed to know that we were not weird for wanting to make love to you and nurse. I was almost wondering if Kathryn was sensing my desire and then allowing me to act on it. It is actually somewhat nice to know it is more common.”
Marshall holding Misty says, “I love you, but I still needed to know what I wanted to do would not freak you out. I never want to do anything that would hurt our love.”
Misty laughs and then confesses, “Over the past couple months, when MJ would nurse it reminded me so much of you when we made love. I find myself turned on and wishing it was you. I thought I was a pervert, but I guess it is just because breasts are both used to feed the child and erogenous zones.”
Kathryn shakes her head yes smiles and says, “JJ loves to bring me to orgasm just playing with my tits. It is no wonder I am aroused as Amanda nursed. It makes my milk flow easier for her, if I relax and allow myself to enjoy the stimulation caused by her nursing.”
Misty asks, “Does Amanda ever give you an orgasm?”
It was all I could do to keep from chuckling because I knew but allowed Kathryn to answer. Before she says anything, she mentally scolds me, (that is right keep your mouth shut.) Kathryn says, “Almost all the time, just little ones and they always cause my milk to let down.”
Marshall and I get the sense we really do not need to be here for the rest of their conversation. Although they still hold to our hands tightly and we know, we are not going to be able to escape this very womanly conversation. Misty ask Kathryn, “You think if I let myself enjoy MJ nursing it would be easier for me to feed him.”
Kathryn says, “Misty have you noticed, when you have an orgasm even a small one you seem to produce more milk.”
Marshall and I chuckle until a cold look from our wives silences us. I state, “From my limited experience I would say yes. I wish to do further experimentation on that theory.”
This causes the other three to chuckle. Finally, Misty looks into Marshall’s eyes saying, “When lunch is over, we will go and experiment too.”
The look on Marshall’s face has the rest of us laughing again, and Marshall quickly joins in. Fortunately, we did not wake the sleeping babies and Mom calls us down to brunch. Marshall and Misty excuse themselves right after dessert, we did not see them again until eleven at night when they came to get MJ.
The rest of the weekend went by quickly, Kathryn and I did some additional experimentation, but she had to keep enough milk to feed Amanda.
Monday, I found out that Rachel had the petition ready. Coach Edwards had signed the one Rachel had handed for me to sign. Rachel informed me that most of the faculty declined signing. They feared for their jobs, they did not want to go against the Board of Education. By the end of the week, most of the students had signed, their parents, some of the former students from school, our local Sheriff, Ms. Clark and several community leaders not on the board had added their names to the petition.
Our local newspaper runs as front-page story about the petition. The reporter had asked, “What reason the school board has to dismiss me?” The Board of Education did not answer any of their questions. When they asked me, “I simply stated, “It was for the best of the students. Although nothing on my part had occurred to cause me to lose my position.”
I think the reporter was smart enough to derive a conclusion. After all, he was the one who reported about my wealth initially. If it had not been for us bringing the fact out during the hearing to grant Kathryn and me permission to wed, I think not many people in this County would ever know about my wealth. Fortunately, he was also wise enough, not to bring up the fact my wealth my play in his column again. After the story ran, the Board of Education agreed that the self-defense classes would continue, although with a different instructor one capable of giving belts. That satisfied the student body, and most everybody concerned, including myself.
The threats I mentioned that Daniel had received actually targeted Kara. Daniel did not want to make that open knowledge, so the children did not know. As the days and weeks past, Reese and Ron seem to spend as much time with Kara as they could. Daniel had asked the adults in the family if we could help. Daniel felt having the two former Rangers around made Kara safer. I am sure it certainly did, even Charles Sampson and his wife would watch over Kara if Ron and Reese were not available. Kara and Reese seem to bond, they both have a lot in common.
Ron and Reese’s house was completed, and Kara spent a lot of time there along with a lot of the family. Kara helping Reese ready her home for her parents and her baby. Kara a natural at interior decorating it seemed her skill was choosing the perfect furnishings for any room.
It was not until Reese’s mother and father were due, that we found out they adopted her when she was nearly ten years old. She had come to the state as an infant, and placed in a foster home. Reese had decided to do some digging now that she had the means. She had a lawyer petition the courts for all information about her birth parents, and the early records of her time in the system.
I knew my father had grown up in foster homes, which is actually, where he met Mom. She had lost my grandparents when she was sixteen and she met my father as they were in the same foster home.
As was our tradition at Saturday morning breakfast, we would allow anyone to discuss something important to him or her. Reese finally brought it up, what she was doing. She had asked Mom if she thought her mother would be upset at finding out that she was looking for her birth parents. Mom insured Reese that she should not be too upset, as long as she still knew that Reese loves her.
Reese confesses, “All I really want to do is find out why. I understand about some women not having the means to take care of their child. I do not even know anything about my birth mother, I do not know if she gave me up, or died. I have always wondered. It is not something that I thought I could ever afford to find out. That has changed, now that I can afford it I really want to know.”
Two weeks later, we have all the documentation and found out that Reese is parents died, that was the reason she was in the custody of the state. The amazing thing about it was that Reese have an older brother. He was in the system too, and her lawyer had gotten the records. Her brother’s name is John Joseph Mayfield, and Mom heard that she passed out. It was surreal; she acted the same way the day I told her about my wealth. When she come to, she had a short story to tell us.
Mom begins, “Back when I was sixteen, I lost my parents and was placed in a foster home. That is where I met my Joseph, JJ’s father. We were both placed in the Meyer home, and Joseph had been there for most of his life. John Mayer became my foster father for the two years I lived at the home. When Joseph turned eighteen, the Meyers adopted him. Financially they needed the money the state granted for him, but once he was eighteen that ended. At that point, he took the name Meyer, no longer using his birth name of Mayfield. Reese am very sorry, but I am sure I am your sister-in-law. Joseph told me he had a little sister, the courts would not allow us any information on her. You would have been about eleven when Joseph started his search.”
Reese is shaking as she pulls my mother into a hug. It is only a few seconds before Reese begins to sob. Mom, Ron and I attempt to console her. It must be hard finding out you have a brother only to lose him in ninety-three seconds. That was way too quick to find out you have a brother, and he is dead. Reese actually cried for quite a long time, Sam and Crystal have tears and begin trying to comfort their Aunt Reese. Sam says, “It is okay Aunt Reese, you got us.”
Reese takes a ragged breath; leaning back just a little to look into my Mom’s face. Pleadingly Reese says, “I want to know everything about him. Please tell me about my brother.”
Mom smiles and says, “You want to know what your brother was like, simply look at his son. JJ looks just like he did, they act the same, and he is his father through and through.”
Reese’s reaction was a little bit more than what I expected. She rushes into me so fast that she knocks me over the arm of the couch and lands on top of me. She squeals, “Nephew.” Then she begin to kiss me, on my forehead and my cheeks all the time holding me down. The room feels with laughter at how Reese is treating her nephew. I cannot help myself, I am laughing as Reese plants kiss after kiss on my cheeks or forehead.
Ron is a little bit more practical about the whole situation and he suggest after everyone calms down a little, that we do DNA tests to determine if Reese and I are actually related. Ron insists, and we do have one done. It takes about two weeks and is 1 June Reese’s actual birthday when we get the results back. Reese opens the paperwork and looks through it, I cannot figure out exactly what her expression is saying. Reese finally says, “JJ there is only an 80% chance that you are my nephew by the test.”
I smile and say, “Aunt Reese when you add in that fact, with all the other information we have. The odds that I am not your nephew drops significantly, you have to remember Mom’s DNA accounts for half of mine. I would say without a shadow of a doubt that you are my aunt.”
Reese smiles and hugs me, “Your mother said you would say that, the test actually says there is only a 7% chance that you are not my nephew.”
I smile and shake Ron’s hand saying, “That makes you my Uncle Ron.”
Ron smiles and with the hand, he has a hold of, he pulls me into a hug then says, “I am damn lucky to have you as my nephew.”
Sam giggles and teases Ron by saying, “That is why I could not call you uncle, you are my Great Uncle Ron.” Ron’s face turns red, that starts Reese laughing and her laughter proves contagious.
Ron like Uncle George says, “I think I am a little too young to be called great uncle, and Reese definitely is too young to be called great aunt.”
Sam giggles still teasing she says, “I like great uncle, because it is great that you are my uncle.”
Ron Davis scoops her up, and Sam takes the opportunity before he can stop her gives him a kiss. After a moment Ron recovers from his shock, “I love you Sam. Now I do get to be part of your family for real.”
Reese hugs the two, and Sam takes the opportunity giving her great aunt a kiss too. In a happy tone Reese says, “I love you too Sam. It is great to have you as my niece.”
Crystal tugs on Ron’s leg and he lifts her into their embrace. She quickly gives a kiss to her uncle and aunt.
I cannot help but wonder what is bringing the family together, could it be my great-great-grandfather John J. Thurgood, or perhaps the spirit of my father. My father had wanted to reunite with his sister before his death. Maybe the universe granted that wish.
I know my own wish for a large family came true. First, I added the ten of them, the Edwards become my family as the love Kathryn and I have grew. Marshall become like a brother to me, although he is only my fourth cousin we are closer than many brothers are. Alyssa, the woman my father saved has become like an aunt, a sister to my Mom. George Thurgood, a wise uncle whose advice and counsel I trust. Michael senior, the Coach, Kathryn’s father, my father-in-law is like a second Dad to me. Helen my mother-in-law, like a sister to Mom, and is a second mother to me. Now my father’s lost sister, my Aunt Reese returned to us.
My two adopted daughters, along with Amanda make me a lucky father. My two adopted daughters Samantha and Crystal needed us, and apparently, the family needed them, they are the magnets that pulls the rest of us together.
Author notes: Before you professors, get all upset because the usage of two instead of too early in the story, be aware it is not a mistake. It is part of the joke and indicating that Marshall would have two stains. Although is not rather funny, but I figure the joke really is on those who have OCD about it. I really trying to say is we need to lighten up on a few things. Remember if it is not going to kill you, how serious is it? Is it worth raising your blood pressure over a misused word, especially since the story is free? The story contains 9393 words, and is not an English paper. I hope you can enjoy it even if it has a few errors, because life always has a few errors. If we can get over them, life will be more enjoyable. Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed it.

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