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Trafficked Love Ch. 8

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

Fantasy

The Dog Lovers

First things first. I did not right or have anything to do with the following story. I recently found a large quantity of some very high quality and original writings. proper credit is hereby given to the actual author of this and more stories that will follow.

Fiction

Yufuin

When Alex and Reina arrived at the Japanese inn for their romantic getaway they both develop a crush on their teenage hostess and set about seducing her.

Fiction

A Fathers Love

My Daddy always loved me. For as long as I can remember. Mom was never really around, she was always busy doing something else. Something that never seemed to include my dad and me. She didn’t even sleep in the same room as him most of the time – and that was if she was even home, which most of the time she wasn’t.
It was my father who took the time with me. Who loved me and cared for me. Always making sure I had everything I needed, and was properly cared for, provided for and loved. Growing up I had everything a girl could want. The perfect pink room, with all the stuffed animals and dolls I could ask for, with a princess bed, and a bathroom joined to my room. It happened to also go into the room that daddy slept in. Mom’s room was the Master, but he said he didn’t mind, and that it was better this way.
As I got older, Mom was around less and less, and Daddy spent more and more time with me. He always said to anyone who asked that he was making up for my lack-of a mother. I didn’t mind or notice her missing though. I loved my daddy, and that’s all that mattered.
One night before bed as I sat in the bath talking to my Daddy who sat on the floor beside me, I asked why at 10 years old , nearing 11, he still helped me in the bath every night, as most of my girlfriends were at the point where they were embarrassed to even be seen in a full swim suit by their fathers.
He explained that by this point in a girls life, a mother normally takes over, and explains and teaches the young girl of all the things it means to be a woman. And of relationships between men and women, and the changes already happening in my body. He told me that because my own mother wanted no real part in my life, that he new from when I was still an infant that this would fall to him. And he didn’t mind. He was actually happy that it had fallen to him. But because it had fallen on him, he said that he always tried to be really close with me, even when I was little, so that I would always be comfortable around him, and could show and talk to him about anything. Anything at all.
I only really understood part of what he meant by this at this time, but I trusted my Daddy, and knew that he knew what was best for me.
I asked him to teach me right then, but he told me that I had to wait, that even though I was almost 11, I was still a little young to learn everything of being a grown woman, but that he would teach me as the time became right.
I was a little upset at his answer, and asked to get out of the bath right away, so that I could go to bed, read, and think about what he had said. I could tell he was a little disappointed, but as we did every night, he turned the shower on to rinse the bubbles from my bath off as he stood outside the tub getting wet. He then continued to shampoo and rinse my hair, then put in the conditioner. He then lathered up and cleaned my who body, as I was used to before rinsing the conditioner out of my hair, and turning off the water. Then wrapping me in the towel, and holding me as I stepped out so that I wouldn’t slip on the wet floor, he then dried me off, and sent me to my room where I put on my pyjama’s and got into bed.
After about an hour, like normal he came in, kissed me goodnight and turned out all the lights, making sure I was safely tucked in for the night.
And life went on, as it does, continuing much the same way.
A few months later I asked him when he would begin teaching me, as I had been asking about once a week ever since that night in that bath. Finally frustrated with me, he told me “If you want a number so bad, lets say 13. Understood? Do not ask again!”
I was shocked at his outburst, and never did ask again.
Again, life went on.
Shortly after my 12th birthday, I came home to life-changing events. My mom was home, I saw her car in the driveway! This is the first time I had seen her in over a month. I was excited and scared at the same time. For the last 6 months or so, every time she came around it was never good., but none-the-less, she was my mother.
I walked in the door, and instantly knew that this visit wasn’t going to be any better than the last few. She was screaming at my Dad, and I instantly wanted to turn and leave. She had seen me though, and started to tell me to turn around, that we were leaving.
I asked where she was taking me, where were we going? She had never taken me anywhere in my memory, and I was more than a little confused. She told me that we were moving. She had bought a house for me and her, and she was taking me there.
I immediately started to cry. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t really know her, and I knew that Daddy wasn’t going to be allowed to come. I cried and cried. I cried so hard I had to sit down on the floor. Finally I heard my daddy’s voice. He was calmly trying to get my mother to calm down. He was trying to get her to see reason, to say what I just couldn’t find the words to say. That I didn’t know her. That I didn’t understand why or what she was doing. And that I was scared.
My mother would have none of it though. She grabbed my arm, and tried to pull me up, screaming at me to get in the car. I couldn’t seem to move. Finally after what seemed like hours, but I know couldn’t have been, she gave up, and stomped out the door, leaving it wide open.
She opened her car door, and then paused, looking back into the house, where she stated, so that we could hear, but not quite yelling, that she would NOT be coming back, and that I would never see her again. She then climbed in her car and left. And true to her word, she has not returned, or even tried to contact me ever again.
Daddy seemed shocked, he then walked to the front door, closed it and locked it. He then sat down on the floor, wrapped me in his arms and held me as I cried.
I wondered if I should have gone with her, but as soon as I felt my daddy’s arms around me, I knew I had made the right decision.
Eventually I stopped crying, and Daddy went and ordered delievery for dinner, as there wasn’t going to be any cooking going on that night.
Neither one of us ate much that night, and I quickly asked for my bath after dinner. Sooner than normal, but I just didn’t feel right.
My bath went like normal, me quite sad. I knew what had happened, and realized I would never see my mother again, and while that was upsetting, it was also comforting.
I asked Daddy as he was towelling me dry that night if it was wrong that I was kind of happy that mom was gone.
He told me that there was nothing wrong with what I was feeling, and that it would all be alright.
That night, I didn’t sleep. I lay all alone in my bed, wide awake. Daddy checked on me a few times, but I was always awake. I don’t think he slept that night either.
The next morning I was really tired. Daddy called me in sick at school, and put me back in bed. Finally I managed to fall asleep, when I woke up, I could hear daddy on the phone. He must have been talking with someone at my school, because he was explaining what had happened the night before, and that I probably wouldn’t be in for a couple of days. I was relieved to know I could stay home and be with him until I was ready to go back to school.
I feel asleep happy knowing my daddy was protecting and loving me.
Later he woke me up for my dinner and bath, and I will admit, I was still pretty sleepy.
I stumbled my way through dinner, but perked up once I was in the bath.
I asked him if he still loved me, even though it meant Mom would never come home again.
He told me he did.
I asked him why she left.
He told me it’s because of him.
I asked what he meant
He explained that it’s because no one ever taught her how to be a good wife and mother, and he never taught her either. So it wasn’t all her fault but part his.
I didn’t know what to say to that, and just sat quietly in the tub.
Finally he talked again.
He told me that he was going to teach me different. That he would help me be a good wife and mother, so that when I had kids, I wouldn’t do the same thing to them that she had done to me.
I smiled at that.
At that Daddy reached across into the tub and gave me a big kiss on the lips. It kind of shocked me, and I looked at him with questions in my eyes.
He then asked me if I was ready to begin learning.
I asked him what he meant, and he repeated his question.
I was still confused though, and I told him so.
He told me that he knows he had said he wouldn’t start teaching me until I was 13, but that due to what had happened, he felt that I should start learning sooner so that I wouldn’t get into my mom’s bad habits.
When he said this I remembered our earlier conversations, and agreed right away.
At this he smiled, and kissed me again.
He said that he might take it a little slower than planned, but that he would teach me everything I needed to know.
He then asked me if I was ready to start right then, or if I would like to wait till morning, and have one more night being Daddy’s innocent little girl first.
I told him I was more than happy to start right away, afterall Mom had left both of us, and we needed each other.
Again Daddy smiled.
He told me then to stand up, as he had to clean me.
Daddy took an extra long time cleaning me that night, and it kind of tickled to be honest.
After when he was drying me, he told me I was to go to my room, and sit on my bed wrapped in the towel, well he went and changed some things in the house.
I nodded, and walked off to my room. Wondering what Daddy was about to do.
After what seemed like forever, daddy finally came into my room. He had a big shopping bag with him.
He explained that these were new clothes for me, and that he would get me more in the next week or so, but this was enough to start. He also said that I was not to wear what I had in my closet and dresser, as those were kid clothes, and I was no longer a little kid. He then sat down on my bed, and removed my towel. He then pulled out a really nice night-shirt made of lace and silk, and told me to put it on. It barely covered my bum. I blushed a little, but daddy explained that this is what wives wear to bed. At this I smiled, and tried to climb into bed, as I figured he was putting me to bed like normal.
He stopped me though. He told me that wives sleep with their husbands, and that I was now to sleep in his bed. I was really happy at this and gave him a really big hug.
He also told me that the rules were changing, as I was now growing up. He said there would be more changes as I learned, but these were the basics:
1. No more playing or being with boys UNLESS daddy was around and supervising.
2. I was no longer aloud to have little kid baths. I would shower from now on, or have baths with daddy in them too. This excited me, cause Daddy never got in the bath with me!
3. For the next little bit he would help me, but by my 13th birthday I would be doing all the cooking for dinner and desserts, as well as all the housecleaning. This I wasn’t so happy about, but he explained this is what a good wife does.
4. I was no longer to sleep in pyjamas. I was to sleep in what I was told was ‘sleepwear” like what I had on, or naked. But that was it. And if Daddy requested something, that is what I would wear instead. This confused me a bit, but if that’s what wives did….
5. I was always to do as I was told, and to do it quickly. If not, then he would treat me like the baby I was acting like, and swiftly spank me on the bare bottom.
6. That these rules would change as I learned and changed, and they must be followed as they changed.
I was happy with this, and told him so. I told him that from the kids at school, I knew that husbands and wives had sex, and that that is how babies are made.
He laughed at this, which confused me a little bit.
He then asked if I knew what sex was, and I told him no, which again made him laugh.
I asked him if he would teach me, and he told me he would, but not all at once, as if I did things to quickly, then I wouldn’t learn right, and that wasn’t good for anyone.
He also told me that I wouldn’t have to worry about school for a while, as he was going to take me out until the following school year. This excited me, as I never much liked school anyways. He said I would still be in school, but a different type of school, and that made me happy even though there was still school.
As we had been talking for a while, I was getting tired, as it was past when I normally went to sleep. I yawned and daddy chuckled. He said that since I was learning to be a wife, that I would likely be staying up later, but because I was still young, that he would let me sleep in in the mornings. This made me happy, as I rarely got to sleep in…or stay up late!
Daddy saw my eagerness, and smiled, and said that it was time for bed. I sighed, and went to walk to my new bed…in Daddy;s room!
I pulled down the covers and went to get in, but Daddy told me to stop. I was a little confused.
He said that because I was still a ‘virgin’ – I’d never heard this word before, that I had to wear panties to bed. Once I wasn’t though, then I could go to bed without them. I went to go get mine, but he stopped me and reminded me, that I wasn’t to wear my clothes anymore. I was a little shocked that this meant my panties too, but he reached into the bag and pulled out panties I had never seen before. He explained that it was called a thong, and helped me put it on. He then showed me where my new clothes would be….though right now all I could see where more of these “thongs” and the night-shirts like what I had on. There were a few other things, but I was too tired to really notice.
He saw this, and smiled, and told me to take off my top, and to go to bed.
I smiled at this, and quickly did as I was told. I neatly put my new top on the back of a chair though, as I figured he would be upset if I just threw it on the floor like normal. I then crawled into bed, and got under the covers.
Daddy then took off all his clothes too, and when he saw the shock on my face, he told me that he wasn’t a virgin, so he would be sleeping naked, without underwear. I just shrugged my shoulders and rolled over. He then turned out the lights, and crawled into bed with me. He then snuggled up behind me. This shocked me, especially as I could feel his body touching mine, and I could feel his penis on my bum.
I squirmed a bit, which made his penis twitch. Finally he roughly told me to lay still.
It was hard though, and I told him why, and he laughed. I didn’t know what I said was so funny.
He told me that if I promised to lay really still and go to sleep, that he would put his penis – but he called it a cock, and said I was to call it that too, that he would put his cock between my bum cheaks, just resting, so it couldn’t bother me anymore.
This made sense, so I agreed.
He slowly spread my bum cheaks apart, which felt weird, Daddy touching me that way, especially as he pushed the blankets down so he could see better. He slowly spread them apart, and then gently placed his cock between them, and let the go back around it.
I could feel wetness, and asked him if he had peed on me.
He chuckled and explained that it was something called precum. And that he would explain more on that later. He also said that he was so happy I was learning now, that he might actually cum in the night, and that if he did, not to worry, that it just meant he was extra happy.
This made me happy, and I nestled back into him, causing his cock to rub in my ass cheaks a bit, which felt pretty good.
He then reached one hand around me, and cupped my growing breasts in his hands, and told me to go to sleep.
By this point I was so tired, I didn’t need to be told again, and almost instantly feel asleep. Laying there with his cock in my ass cheaks, holding my boobs, felt so good and safe, that I couldn’t stop the sleep.
I slept like that all night. Waking the next morning to a sticky spot on my new underwear. I figured this meant that I had made daddy really happy, even though he was no longer in bed with me.
Little did I know what was to come.

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Fantasy

The Twin Cheerleaders: The Aftermath Part II

“Sit down Dad.” I said to my father, extremely terrified. He knew right away what this conversation was going to be about. “Dad…. The babies are mine,” I confessed to him. “Oh my God!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. “How could you be so irresponsible. You’ve ruined your life and these two young women’s lives!” he contined screaming. “Dad, it’s not like that. All throughout high school Nina, Nancy, and I have been having sex while using protection.” I explained. “Than how did you wind up getting these two girls pregnant?” he asked. “It’s a long story.” I said. “Well, it better be a very good explanation, because your miter is going to decide your fate tonight.”
I told my father the truth, and nothing but. I told him how Ms. Daniels had forced the twins and I to have unprotected sex on graduation day, and how she threatened us with not graduating that day if we didn’t. “That is quite a story son, it better be the same story you tell your mother tonight when she gets home.” He said striking fear into my heart.
Three hours later, my moms headlights of her car pulled Ito my driveway. My mind again began racing. The door knob began to turn on the front door, an my mom walked in and saw the twins, my father and myself sitting on the couch. “Hello!! Nina! Nancy! How are you two?” my mom said excitedly. “Don’t get too excited honey, our son has a story to tell you.” My father said reluctantly. “Sit down Mom.” I said.
Again, I told my mother the same story I had told my father. This was the worst day of my life. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS!” My mom screamed louder than my father did earlier. “You should have went right to the principal and than the police young man.” She continued yelling. “You have disgrace this family Jeff.” My mother continued to argue. I just sat in the couch with my hands covering my face, while holding back tears I did not want the twins, or my father too see. “Girls, I don’t blame any of Jeff’s actions on you, you two have been great for the four ears we have known you.” My father said to them. “No Richard! Don’t give these two sluts the benefit of the doubt! They have just as much irresponsibility as Jeff. As a matter of fact, how does your family feel about this situation ladies?” My mother asked.
The twins explained how they were kicked out of their house and not given a place to stay. “Mom…” I said “Don’t blame any of this on them, I take full responsibility for this situation and I’m willing to accept any punishment you or God hands me.” I finished. “Good, I want you out of this house by next week.” my mother said. I sat on the couch, absolutely stunned. My mother had just told me to leave her house, and put a stamp on when it needed to be done. I left the room and went to my bedroom. As I left the room I heard my father say, “Honey, there is no need to kick him or the girls out.” At least I knew someone was starting to come around to this new life.
I stared at the two blessing I had been given. I looked at my closet, saw all of my clothes, and already started packing. Nina and Nancy came in my room and I turned to them. Both girls had started crying when they looked me in the eyes. “What are we going to do Jeff!” Nancy bellowed. “I’m going to start packing, and we’re going to look for an apartment together. We’ll get through this together girls.” That night was shaping up to be a very long one. I let Nina and her child, Kyle, have my bed for the night. Nancy and her daughter, Selena, took the couch across from me in the living room. Nancy and I sat up all night, talking, sharing stories of college and the twins trip to Italy.
“How are we going to find a place to live Jeff?” She asked me at 1:30 A.M. “Newspaper, online, I don’t know, something like that.” I said. I went Ito the kitchen and grabbed the latest newspaper we had in the house. I flipped to the apartment pages and looked at the type of rent we were expecting to pay. Nancy and I sat up for about two hour looking through pictures and descriptions of apartments and their rent prices. 1,500 dollars a month was the cheapest we had found. On the upside, it came with a bathroom and two bedrooms. The area that it was located in was not the best however. We figured we could look at this apartment anyway, and decide as three people together if this was a good start for our children to grow up in. How long we were going to be in this apartment, we had no idea. We also had no idea how we were going to pay for this.
After Nancy, and I were finished looking for apartments, we tried going to sleep. Selena, My baby daughter was sleeping on the couch next to Nancy, and I smiled at the sight. I thought I could get used to this situation now. Beside, I was looking for an excuse to get out of this house, and now it was my opportunity to do so. “Can’t sleep huh?” I heard from the stairs. It was Nina. “Nope.” Nancy and I said together. “Me neither” she stated. “We looked at apartments Nina.” Nancy told her sister. “That’s nice, I’m horny guys….Really fucking horny.” Nina said. Nancy and I laughed and looked at each other and suddenly our looks got serious. We had realized we were horny too.
My parents were upstairs, so the best spot in the house for a good fuck was the basement. We practically ran to the basement, while taking our clothes off. The babies were still sleeping, and our libidos were crazy for each other. My dick was hard just thinking about having sex with these girls when I now knew that my parents would hate it so much. We opened the door to the basement and walked down the creaky stairs. I looked back towards the stairs to watch Nina and Nancy finish walking down the stairs. Their tits were bouncing up and down. So perky, fresh with motherhood. The more I thought about it the more I realized that the twins were now MIlFS. We walked to the couch we had in the basement. Nina grabbed my shoulders and pushed me towards the couch. She immediately spread her legs and sat on my lap. I felt her wet pussy through her panties and my boxers. “Wow…” I said. “You need to get fucked hard don’t you?” I continued. “No.. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you Jeff.” Nina said.
“No.. We’re going to fuck the shit out of him.” Nancy said from my fathers workbench. I wondered what she was doing over at the workbench, but I was a little too busy with an extremely horny girl to really care. Nina and I were making out with such passion, and it felt amazing to rub the crevace of her back just above her ass. I put my hands on her hips and said “let’s do this hard babe.” “Stand up Jeff.” Nina said. Nancy walked over to the couch. I suddenly remembered that the couch was also a pull out bed, and threw the cushions away to te other side of the room. Nancy was hiding something behind her back, and I was ordered by the twins to lay on the bare mattress.
Nancy pulled what she had from behind her back out, and it was four pieces of rope. “Why do you have rope?” I asked. “Like I said, we’re going to fuck the shit out of you.” Nancy said. I lied down on the bed, and Nancy tied the rope around my wrists and ankles to the metal supports that the pull out bed had. I thought to myself that this was going to be an insane fuck. What did these girls learn in Italy? Whatever it was, this was completely different from what te three of us had done in the past.
I was tied down pretty damn tight. My cock was sticking straight up and my desire to touch myself was never higher at any point than the next few moments. Nina and Nancy were teasing me, by touching my dick ever so gently and rubbing the back of their hands down my thighs. The next thing that the twins had done, they had never done, at least in front of me. The twins started to kiss! I was amazed and wanted to get inside one of them at the moment. I had never felt like more of an animal than I did at the moment. Nina and Nancy were moaning eer so lowly as their lips opened and closed on each others. Their rubbed their hands across each others abdomens and breasts.
I wanted to cum so bad. They were teasing me, and I hated it, but I was tied down very tight. Nina and Nancy than started to finger each other in their pussies. Nina and Nancy were sixty nining each other and were really getting into it. “You girls are teasing the shit out of me and I can’t stand it.” I said. The twins laughed and I chuckled a bit too. Nina and Nancy were bringing each other to orgasms, and I could tell they were really enjoying it. “Where did you ladies learn how to get each other off?” I asked. Nina stopped licking her sisters pussy and said, “We’ve been doing this for years Jeff. We get each other off at least every other week.” “Wow, you learn something new about someone everyday!” I said.
“I’m cumming!!” Nina moaned loudly. I was ready to explode. The slightest touch was probably going to set me off and have my cum shooting out like a rocket. “One of you better fuck me now, I’m tired of this torture.” I said. The twins looked at me and simultaneously said, “Aww.” “He’s begging Nancy,” Nina said. “We should probably help him out.” Nancy continued. Nina and Nancy crawled from the foot of the bed up to my critch. Nina gripped the base of my dick and slowly began to stroke up and down. Nancy hovered over my dick and spit on it, slowly dropping her saliva onto her sisters hand and my cock. “Ahhhh,” I moaned. The feeling of the warm saliva rushed through me, and suddenly as Nina’s hand was jerking up and down, there was a mixture of cold on the tip of my cock.
Nancy and I were still really close, and felt in love with each other, even after her long absence in Italy. I knew I wanted her to ride me like the professional I knew she was. However, at that moment I didn’t care which twin rode me, so I said, “One of you better get on this dick. Nancy you first, please do something.” Nancy finally mounted me, but when I thought I was going to be inside her pussy, she shoved my extremely hard cock in her ass. “Woahhh, she said. “Ahhh it’s just as tight as I remembered.” I said. Nancy slapped me, across the face and said, “shut the fuck up, this is our show.”
My cock penetrated Nancy’s asshole, and I almosted busted a nut right there. Nancy moaned loudly, so loudly that I thought she was going to wake my parents up. She was riding my cock so well, and the more I wished he would keep going, the slower she got, and it was torturing me. Nancy wa getting tired of crouching and riding my cock in her ass and leaned over me and whispered in my ear “My pussy is so wet I’m going to make you fuck me do damn good.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I my cock escape the warmth of her ass. She made a slight adjustment and came down on my cock, her pussy was definitely looser than I remembered it, because of the baby. However, her pussy was extremely wet, and she was able to slide up and down on my dick very easily.
“Oh God….” she said. “You like fucking that pussy?” she asked. I was choked up, having a hard time to not cum. Nina than muttered, “Eat me Jeff.” I motioned my head in a ” Get that sexy ass over here way.” Nina crawled per to my face lifted her legs and sat on my face, with her face in front of Nancy’s. The fact of having to eat out Nina was now getting my mind off of almost cunning while Nancy was riding me. Nina wa moaning softly as my to tongue was moving rapidly. I was so used to using my fingers to assist me in getting the twins off, so I was determined to get Nina off with just my tongue.
“Ahhh,” Nina moaned, with my tongue deep inside her pussy. I had read an article that trying to spell things out while you’re down on a girl would get her off, so I started working that into it. My tongue was getting tired really quickly though. I stopped licking her pussy and started kissing her upper back thighs, just under her ass cheeks. “ahhhh I’m cumming!!!” I heard Nancy cry. I stopped eating Nina out and felt Nancy’s familiar pussy clamp down on my shaft and try to force my cum out of me. I didn’t have a distraction and I was on the edge of cumming, when Nancy got off of me. “What are you doing?” I asked in a huff of breath. “This is torture Jeff.” Nina said. “Yeaaaa you’re our slave for This session.” Nancy finished.
At this point I was recovering from my ear orgasm, the pressure that was built up in my testicles had me doing and upward motion like I was still fucking Nancy. Nina had gone down towards my cock, I thought she was going to mount my cock, and finally have me cum, but she sat there between my legs and was entry slapping my cock left and right. Nina teased me terribly, “Hmm, I think he should stay tied up down ere for the rest of the night.” She said. Nancy was on my side, and said “No, I want to swallow his cum tonight.” My cock twitched after she said this and I demanded Nina to get in my cock.
“Hey, Nina… I know your a cock hungry slut.” I said. She got off the bed walked over to my face and again I received a slap. “Now Jeffrey…” She said, “You’re going to beg for me to get on you.” She said. “No way, just get on my cock.” I said. “Well sis I think we’re done here for the night.” Nina said. “I guess so.” Nancy said. They stood up and walked towards their bras and panties.
“Wait…please Nina… I need your pussy. I need that wonderful pussy to wet my dick and slide easily up and down.” I begged. The twins laughed and I gave then a puppy dog look from my tied up position. The twins dropped their bras and panties and started walking back to the pull out bed. “I knew you knew better Jeff.” Nina said. Nina sat on my cock. The warmth of her ass covered my dick and I could have came immediately. Nancy lowered her hips on my face. I felt Nancy’s pussy lips hit my lips and I was licking them immediately. “Mmmm.” Nancy said as I ate her out. I licked in circular motions the best I could in order to distract me from the tightness of Nina’s asshole. All of the sudden I heard “Ahhhhh his cock is too big for my ass.” Nina moaned. “Ahhh” I moaned as I felt the feeling of my cum starting to erupt. I held back a little longer. “Don’t worry sis. It will be alright.” Nancy said. I looked between Nancy’s legs and saw the twins interlocking lips and getting very into it.
“I’m cuuuu-mmmm-innggg!” Nina yelled. All of the sudden I felt a small pool of her pussy juice fall on my hips. “Aw yessss Nina. I’m glad I got you off first cuz I’m really close.” I admitted. Nina and Nancy got out of the positions they were in and went down towards my groin area. “Lick the cum up Nina left on me girls.” I said. The girls obliged and licked above my cock and just user the abdomen. I was in shock. It tickled, but felt amazing.
“Alright girls its my turn.” I said. Nina and Nancy went bak towards my fully erect, rock hard dick. The girls sucked my cock with their lips on each side. Nancy’s tongue massaged near my dicks tip, while Nina was more towards the middle. “I’m cumming!!” I finally yelled. Nina grabbed my cock and as my cum shot out, she moved my cock left and right. One shot went up and landed on Nina’s face. Than another on Nancy’s to the left. Two more cumshots shot out and landed on each girls face. It was the biggest load I have ever had. Something about being tied up made the orgasm even better.
“Girls that was the most intense orgasm I have ever had.” I confessed. The twins smiled at me and than each other. With my spunk hanging from their faces, the twins kissed each other and more cum started to leak out of my cock. The twins swallowed the loads they had received and than each girl took a quick hard suck of my dick, trying to get the rest of my cum out.
The twins finally untied my hands and feet and we got back into our pajamas. We walked up the stairs and admitted to ech other we were tired. “Girls, it’s 3 A.M… We should get some sleep.” I said. “Besides, we need to go apartment hunting tomorrow morning.” I said. Nina went back to my room and Nancy and I went back to the couch. I slept with Nancy on the same couch with her in my arms, and the newspaper on the coffee table in the living room.

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Kayla and Uncle Tim

Kayla and Uncle Tim were destined to have sex together it runs in the family. This story was inspired from a visit to the Forum section of this site and was written in exchange for photos posted by a member. You will know who you are thanks for the pics they make a great story.

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Sarah’s Feet (A Fond Memory)

http://footbooru.booru.org/index…t&s=view&id=12401 The girl in this pic looks almost EXACTLY like the girl who pretty much made my foot fetish official when I was about 15 and she was 14. I thought I’d share the story in a casual way (and I’ll try to keep it short and sweet if I can) for you foot lovers who may enjoy the sentiment. So without further ado..

Fantasy

Church Camp: Part One

The first part of a sprawling epic. It will be a slow read, but hopefully the buildup will mean an excellent payoff. All stories are completely made up. If you do not like young sex, you should not read this story. That being said, every character is at least 16…..
Comments and ideas would be appreciated. Extreme situations such as cruelty and rape will most likely not be used. Though they make it to some part of the story.

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The Masseur 2

This is a story that is a follow up to the earlier Masseur story. It is sepecially for the ladies, but men will most definitely enjoy it, I think. Pleases give me your vote and your comments, if you like it.

Fantasy

my pregnent mom

Monica was 8 months pregnant. Her husband Greg was an over the road truck
driver and was usually gone 6 days a week. Monica’s hormones were in
overdrive. She was so horny, and she really needed to get laid. So, the
day she watched her son Jeff as he climbed out of the shower didn’t help
her much. It was an accident. She had been doing the laundry and was
taking a load of clean towels to the bath room. As she entered the
bathroom, her son Jeff had just climbed out of the shower. She tried not
to look, but her eyes caught a glimpse of his large semi erect cock as he
was drying his hair.
Her swollen pregnant pussy tingled as she watched her son’s large cock
bounce as he dried his hair with a towel. Monica couldn’t take her eyes
off of his magnificent cock. Jeff noticed his mother looking at his young
naked body. It made him uncomfortable at first, but the look of wild lust
in his pregnant mother’s eyes, soon turned him on. His cock began to grow
as he looked at his horny pregnant mother. She gasped as she watched his
large cock become even larger. “My God, he is huge!” she thought to
herself. Her pregnant pussy was now dripping as she stared at his erect 9
inch cock.
Monica knew she should leave the bathroom and forget all about the lustful
thoughts in her head, but her horny pussy now controlled her mind. Jeff
walked towards his mother, he was stroking his large cock. “Do you like
what you see, mommie?” he asked her. “Oh, yes Jeff you are quite a man
now, aren’t you?” she stated. Jeff grabbed his mother’s hand and placed it
on his throbbing cock. Monica could feel her pussy quiver as she gripped
his huge erection.
Jeff slid his hand inside of his mother’s loose fitting maternity top and
began to stroke her swollen tits. Monica moaned. She was furiously
stroking her son’s hard cock with her soft hand. Jeff moaned, and Monica
slowly knelt to the floor. She took the head of her son’s cock into her
warm, wet mouth. “Oh, Mom, that feels incredible” he said. He held her by
her pretty blonde hair as she sucked him.
“Oh God, mom, you suck so good” he moaned. “Jeff, let’s go to the bedroom,
it would be much more comfortable for me” she told her son. “Sure mom,
whatever you want” he said. She led him by his large hard-on towards her
bedroom. Jeff began unbuttoning his mother’s maternity top. He slid her
shirt from her. Her breasts were large and swollen. He unbuttoned her bra,
and tossed it to the floor. “God, you have excellent titties” he told her.
Jeff cupped each of the huge swollen white globes into his hands. He
stared at the large puffy dark colored nipples.
Jeff began to suck on his mother’s swollen nipples. He tasted her sweet
mother’s milk as it leaked from her erect brown nips. Monica moaned and
held her son as he suckled her breasts. His hand slid down over her huge
pregnant belly. His young cock throbbed with excitement as his hand slid
beneath the waist of her shorts. He slid his hand lower, until he felt her
hairy mound. His finger quickly found his mother’s swollen clit. She was
so wet, that he easily slipped a finger inside of her. “Oh, God, you are
making me feel so good, baby” she told her son.
Jeff’s cock was pulsating wildly as her finger-fucked her pregnant pussy.
“Mmm, yes baaaby!!!” she grunted. She began to jerk her son’s large cock
with both of her hands, as he fingered her. He watched as her pregnant
belly jiggled as she thrust against his hand. He pulled her shorts and
panties off. He began kissing below her large breasts, and she felt his
tongue as it slowly licked across her swollen belly. “Oh, God” she moaned.
He licked her pregnant belly softly kissing every inch as he worked his
way between her spread legs.
Monica almost fainted when her son’s tongue touched her wet clit. “Oh, yes
baby” she moaned. Jeff thrust his tongue deep inside of her hot, wet
pussy. Monica held her son’s head firmly, grinding her pussy against his
face. “Mmmm, yes oh yes” she yelled. Monica’s orgasm hit her like a ton of
bricks. She thrashed wildly as her sweet pussy juices gushed into her
son’s mouth. “Oh, eat me baby, you’re making mommie cum” she yelled. Jeff
hungrily lapped up his mom’s sweet pussy juices, fingering her deeply as
he licked her swollen clit.
Monica pushed her son away from her aching pussy. “You have to put your
big cock in me, fuck me baby” she grunted. She got on her hands and knees,
and raised her ass high in the air. “Put it in me, fuck mommie good” she
screamed. Jeff pressed his large cock head against his mom’s swollen
pregnant pussy lips. Monica quivered as she felt him slowly slide inside
of her. “Oh, yes deeper, give mommie all of it” she yelled. Jeff thrust
and deeply penetrated his mom’s hot pussy. She screamed and climaxed as
his large cock embedded all the way inside of her.
“God, it feels so tight, mom” Jeff moaned as he fucked his mom’s hot cunt.
He began slamming his cock with great force inside of her hot tight cunt.
Suddenly the bedroom door opened and there stood his sister Sherrie. “What
the fuck?” Sherrie asked in a startled voice. “Mom, Jeff, what are you
doing?” she continued. As Sherrie watched her brother’s long thick cock
slide in and out of her mother’s pussy, she felt her own young pussy
become quite wet.
“Come here, Sherrie, come to Mommie” Monica moaned. Sherrie was still
wearing her cheerleading outfit from after school practice. Sherrie
climbed onto the bed. Monica raised the blue cheerleading skirt above her
daughter’s hips and began rubbing her pussy through her cotton panties.
“Oh, are you that wet from watching your brother fuck your mom’s hot
pregnant pussy?” she asked. “Uh, yes” Sherrie softly moaned. Monica slid
her daughter’s white cotton panties to her knees. Sherrie moaned as her
mother pressed her face between her thighs and began to kiss her wet
pussy. “Oh, mom, that feels good!!” she grunted.
Jeff was furiously pounding away at his mom’s hot pussy from behind. He
watched as his mom spread his sister’s hot young pussylips apart with her
fingers. His sister had a beautiful pussy. He had always wondered what it
looked like. Monica slid her tongue between her daughter’s wet pink pussy
lips and began to lick her lovingly. Sherrie moaned and held her mom’s
long blonde hair. “God, lick me Mom” she moaned. Jeff’s excitement was
intensified as he watched his mom eat his sister’s pussy. As his sister
moaned and wiggled her little hips, he lost it. “God, I’m gonna cum” he
yelled.
“Yes, shoot it for me baby” she moaned. Jeff’s cum erupted inside of her
like a cannon. She could feel his hot lava like cum as it splashed against
her tight pussy. “Oh, yes baby” she yelled as she came. Jeff continued
squirting his hot cum deep into his mom’s tight pussy. She hungrily sucked
her daughter’s young, swollen clit as she came. “God yes, mom I’m cumming”
Sherrie moaned. Monica tasted her daughter’s sweet pussy cum as it gushed
into her mouth. All 3 were climaxing together.
Jeff withdrew his still rock hard cock from his mom’s pregnant pussy. He
wanted to fuck his sister really bad. Monica could see the look in his
young eyes as he stared at his sister’s hot pussy. “Why don’t you show
your sister how good your big cock feels” she said. Jeff wasted no time.
He mounted his sister and slammed his cock deeply inside of her tight
pussy with one thrust. “Mmm, yes” Sherrie screamed as she felt her
brother’s large cock buried all the way inside of her. “I want to tast you
mom” Sherrie said.
Monica straddled her daughter’s pretty face and lowered her wet pussy
against her open mouth. Sherrie began licking her brother’s hot cum from
her mom’s pussy. “Mmm, you taste pretty good big brother” she seductively
stated. Sherrie licked her mom’s swollen clit as she rubbed a finger up
and down her very wet slit. Her mom’s pussy quivered as she hungrily
nibbled at the clit. Jeff was fucking the hell out of his sister. His
large cock was embedded in the tightest pussy he had ever felt.
He moved his large cock in and out of his sister’s hot pussy, while he
watched her eat his mom’s pussy. Jeff leaned forward and took one of his
mom’s large nipples into his mouth. She ground her pussy against her
daughter’s face. “Yes, suck my clit baby” she moaned. Sherrie’s pussy
gripped her brother’s large cock tightly. “Fuck, I’m cumming” Sherrie
moaned. Jeff felt her pussy tighten around his large cock. It firmly
squeezed him as if begging him to shoot his load. “Shit, sis, you are so
tight, I’m gonna cummm, he grunted. His cum exploded into his sister’s
young pussy.
“Oh, yes” she moaned. Jeff’s cum began squirting inside of her hot pussy.
She climaxed, and began to eat her mom faster. Monica grunted and
climaxed. Her pussy juices were flowing across her daughter’s pretty young
face. Sherrie noisily slurped up her mom’s hot pussy juices. All 3 once
again came together. Jeff continued pumping his sister until the last of
his cum erupted into her sweet pussy. Monica continued riding her
daughter’s face, and exploded with another intense climax. Sherrie’s young
face was glistening with her mother’s pussy juices. Jeff withdrew his cock
from his sister, and rolled away from her.
Monica slowly climbed from her daughter’s face, and lay beside her.
Sherrie took her mother’s large nipple into her mouth and eagerly sucked
on it. She tasted the sweet milk as the small stream squirted into her
mouth. “Oh, mom” Sherrie moaned. Jeff sucked the other nipple and was also
rewarded with a stream of mother’s milk. Monica moaned as her son and
daughter sucked her breasts. Her pussy tingled as she felt them suckle
from her large breasts. She slid her hand between her legs and stroked her
swollen clit. “Yes, suck them good for me” she told them. Her fingers
quickly worked her pussy to another incredible orgasm.
Jeff and Sherrie both sucked her large pregnant breasts for quite a long
time. Then they both ate her together to one more incredible orgasm. On
the nights that their father is gone, all 3 sleep in the same bed. Well,
they don’t sleep much, but…

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1Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter One
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I’m not making any money either.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author’s Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that’s Out Of Character if you don’t know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don’t like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter One Summary: Harry receives a helping… hand in his quest for Voldemort’s Horcuxes.
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As the sun crept into the smallest bedroom in the house at # 4 Privet Drive, Harry Potter fought the urge to wake up. Harry was having a nice pleasant dream. He dreamt that he was sitting on the shore of the ocean with his feet in the cool water, while reading a book about lighthouses. Two odd things about the dream stood out for Harry. The first was that he couldn’t place where he was in the dream, but it was somewhere between two hills with high peaks. And the second odd thing was that he could clearly smell the book he was reading but couldn’t smell the ocean; the book had an enticing musky odor to it. It was an curious dream, but Harry liked it because the horrors of his past weren’t revisiting him like they usually did during his normal dreams. The young wizard wanted to stay in this slumber-land for just a little longer. Of course, the sun had different plans and one cannot argue with the sun when its horrible, golden, life-giving rays are pounding down upon one’s face now can they? Lousy effing sun.
With a pitiful groan, Harry slowly woke up. He continued to lie in bed as he looked up at the ceiling without his glasses for a good long time. After he was satisfied that the ceiling had been stared at long enough, and after he had gotten thoroughly bored with said activity, Harry surveyed the room and it contents for a moment until his blurry eyes fell on his tiny desk. The desk was littered with bits of parchment, old newspapers and a number of framed photos.
His eyes tried unsuccessfully to focus on a picture of what appeared to be himself, Hermione, and Ron taken around their first year at Hogwarts. His vision then slipped to a picture of a raven haired man snuggling on a couch with a red-haired woman. Harry’s heart sank as his mind replayed his short relationship with that red-haired woman. At the beginning of his sixth year, Harry finally noticed that Ginny was a woman, a beautiful one at that, with boobs and bouncing, shiny hair. Of course he had to end the fledgling relationship at the end of the school year for Ginny’s safety. Harry knew that anyone who he considered his girlfriend would be a target for Voldemort and his asslick… err… that is bootlickers. He hated hurting Ginny’s feelings and being lonely himself, but it had to be done, for her sake.
After lying in his bed while somehow simultaneously berating and congratulating himself on his decision to break up with Ginny, Harry forced himself to get up. The young wizard stood and stretched his arms. After wiping the sleep from his eyes, Harry finally put on his glasses and took note of the time. It was barely half past six in the morning and his relatives wouldn’t be up for a little while. Not that it mattered anyway; his Aunt, Uncle and cousin had done their best to ignore Harry these past few weeks, and he did the same to them. It was mutually beneficial. Of course, Harry knew that the Dursleys were planning a very large “going away” party the day after his birthday, the day after he was supposed to leave their house forever.
His eyes fell back to the picture of Ginny and himself on the desk and Harry’s heart stopped beating for one full second. The man in the picture looked exactly like he did and the woman looked very similar to Ginny. The only problem was that it wasn’t Harry and Ginny snuggling in the picture. It was Harry’s mum and dad, Lily and James. Harry broke out in a cold sweat as a sudden realization dawned upon him:
‘Ginny looks like my mum!’
He’d lusted after a girl who physically reminded him of his mother!
Harry a spent a good portion of the previous school year snogging a girl that looked like his mother! Harry felt very ill. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear Freud giggling like a school-boy at the thought of Harry being attracted to a girl who looked like his mother! The room started to spin wildly and last night’s dinner threatened to escape his body in ways it wasn’t supposed to.
After rushing to the bathroom, Harry emptied his entire stomach into the toilet. ‘That’s odd; I don’t remember having corn last night.’ His mind kept remembering what Ginny’s (the woman who looked like his mother) lips felt like when he kissed them. That’s when the dry heaves kicked in. Harry tried to wretch some more but there was nothing left to vomit. An image of him cupping Ginny’s small breast ripped through his mind and a small thought was attached to that image: ‘Were mum’s tits like that?’
“Holy Christ!” Harry shouted and banged his head against the toilet in a futile attempt to rid his mind of the troubling images him fondling a girl who looked like his mother! That or knock himself out, which ever came first.
He suddenly felt very, very, very dirty. He remembered how aroused he was when Ginny had shoved her tongue into his mouth, but Harry now thought idly if his mother’s tongue moved like Ginny’s. Then the most horrid of question’s entered the young man’s mind: “If Ginny looks like my mother, does she taste like her, too?’
Harry groaned pitifully as he snatched a toothbrush off the counter. It could’ve been Dudley’s but Harry didn’t care (the corpulent boy hardly used it anyway). He squeezed a sizable dollop of tooth-paste on the bristles and began to brush vigorously. After Harry had used up half the tube of tooth-paste and thirty-five minutes of aggressively brushing his teeth, gums, and tongue, his cousin Dudley walked into the bathroom. The enormously fat boy looked in horror at the site (1) before him: his freak of a relative was hunched over the basin with a copious amount of foam covering the lower half of his face and dripping from his mouth.
Harry turned to his cousin and tried to shout: “GET OUT OF HERE!” Unfortunately, because of all the foam in his mouth, all Harry could muster was something like “GHTE TOOUE OV HERGELTH!” A fortunate side effect of this outburst was that Dudley’s rotund face was coated with spittle and mint-scented foam as Harry spat and sprayed his demand. Harry could hear Dudley screaming like a terrified little girl as he ran down the stairs, out of the house, and into the street in his pajamas and fuzzy slippers.
After a scalding hot shower where Harry not only used up the hot water from # 4, but conceivably the rest of the block’s hot water as well, Harry walked into his room and saw something quite unusual. He saw a ghost with what looked like leather armor sitting on his bed. Harry had never seen a ghost outside of school, but the most peculiar thing about this ghost was that he was somehow holding the most recent edition of The Sun newspaper, even though ghosts couldn’t hold anything normally. But the oddest thing was that the unknown spirit had it opened to the infamous Page Three.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I like,” the ghost said lustfully, unaware that Harry had entered the room. “I bet you liked to be spanked don’t you, you saucy wench!”
“Um, excuse me…” interjected Harry, but the ghost ignored him as he continued to ogle the young topless nymph on the page.
“Cor, look at those nibblers! Poor thing must be cold…” grunted the ghost as his right hand left the newspaper and started to reach for his lap.
“EXCUSE ME!” shouted Harry in a mortified tone. The ghost lowered The Sun and looked at Harry. The specter grinned at him and stood up. Thankfully for the young wizard, the ghost used The Sun as a crotch guard so that his “state” was hidden from sight from the already overwrought wizard.
“Sorry ’bout that, Harry. You were taking so long in the shower, and a man has needs you know…” stated the ghost. Harry was taken back that this strange ghost knew his name. “Sorry about the scare, how are you boy?” asked the ghost.
“I’m fine,” answered Harry and then asked; “who are you?”
“Oh, I’m just grand thanks for asking,” replied the unknown ghost. “That’s very nice of you; you know, too many folk these days are so rude.”
“Pardon, but I didn’t ask ‘how are you,’ I asked ‘who are you?'” Harry repeated, a bit irritated.
“Oh, sorry ’bout that,” the ghost responded completely perplexed and a little offended. “You don’t recognize me?” to which Harry shook his head, “What, did you fall asleep in History of Magic?”
“Yes,” responded Harry, “quite often actually.”
“Well, I’m Godric Gryffindor!” the ghost replied theatrically and struck a heroic pose.
Harry was a bit awestruck; here was the ghost of Gryffindor, one of the founders of the finest Wizarding School in the world standing in Harry’s tiny bedroom. Harry’s reverence quickly turned into disgust as he noticed that when Gryffindor struck his heroic pose that he dropped his newspaper and that it was apparent that the ghost was still aroused. Harry held his hand in front of his face in an attempt to block the ghost’s crotch from view.
“Um, what do you want?” Harry asked, quite disturbed that he now knew with certainty due to the ghost’s partial arousal that Godric Gryffindor “dressed right.”
“Well aren’t you gonna ask how I am?” the ghost questioned.
“I already did,” Harry retorted, “and you said you were ‘just grand.'”
“No, you asked who I was, not how I was. It was an understandable mistake on my part seeing how you young people tend to mutter.”
“I don’t mutter,” Harry muttered.
“I think we should proceed with formalities before I continue,” Gryffindor finished with an air of arrogance.
“Alright have it your way, how are you?” asked Harry. A tiny headache started to form behind the young man’s eyes.
“Well, I was just grand until I met this rude man today,” the ghost responded a bit put out.
“Sorry ’bout that,” Harry huffed through clenched teeth. The tiny headache grew slightly so that it was now an annoying headache.
“It’s okay, I suppose,” Gryffindor said as he sat back down on Harry’s bed. “I came here today to help you in you quest for Voldemort’s Horcuxes.”
“How do you know about that?” Harry asked, with a great deal of surprise. As far as he knew, only Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, and himself knew about the so-called quest.
“The old codger told me about it,” the ghost responded. “I know of a useful tool you can use to destroy the Horcuxes when you find them.”
“What is it?” Harry asked, eager for any help he could get.
“Aren’t you going to say ‘please’?” Gryffindor asked with a pout. Harry’s annoying headache exploded into a full fledged migraine.
“Oh, sod off you silly old bugger!” Harry hissed.
“Oh my, such language!” the ghost said with mock offence. “Fine, spoil my fun, it’s my old sword.”
“The sword of Gryffindor?” Harry asked.
“Didn’t I just say that? D’ya need to clean out your ears, boy?”
“No, I don’t!” Harry barked as his normal full fledged migraine turned into a throbbing full fledged migraine. “I just don’t see how the sword could help me.”
“Dumbledore didn’t tell me you were daft,” Gryffindor said sadly. “It’s a sword! You swing it and it cuts things! You can use it to destroy the Horcuxes!”
“Couldn’t I just use a heavy rock to break them? Why would I need your sword?”
“Dumbledore used a rock on that ring, that’s how his hand got all burnt,” the ghost answered. “The sword has charms on it to protect you.”
“Oh,” said Harry simply.
“‘Oh’ he says,” Gryffindor mocked. “Also, if you’re close enough to the site where the Horcux is, the sword can function as a divining rod to locate the blasted thing.”
“Okay, that’ll be helpful. When I turn seventeen in two days, and get freedom from this place, I’ll go to Hogwarts and fetch your sword.”
“No, do it now!” commanded Gryffindor. “Why wait?”
“Because I have to stay here until I turn seventeen,” Harry said to which the ghost made a “pfft” noise. Harry ignored Gryffindor and continued. “Besides, there are members of the Order watching me. I just can’t up and leave. They would stop me and shove me back in here and tell me to wait two days.”
“Fine, I didn’t want to tell you this but the sword will be rendered worthless if you don’t claim it by tomorrow,” stated Gryffindor seriously. “The charms around the sword will drop if it doesn’t have someone to wield it.”
“Alright, I’ll go out there and tell the Order member about the sword and why I need it.” Harry said.
“Good plan; tell them and risk having them tell someone else about the Horcruxes and then risk them telling someone else and so on until Voldemort finds out and moves the Horcrux and then you’re completely screwed,” Gryffindor said. The ghost’s words sunk in and Harry knew that it could possibly end up that way.
“Okay, but then I’ll need some sort of distraction so I can slip away from the house without being seen,” Harry said aloud.
“I’m sure you know someone clever enough to help you with that,” the ghost offered.
“Brilliant, I’ll Owl the twins!” Harry exclaimed. He quickly went to his desk and began to write a letter to Fred and George. “They know loads of tricks to fool the Order.”
“cough Hermione cough” Gryffindor ‘coughed’ loudly behind Harry.
“Excuse me, what was that?”
“Me? Oh nothing,” Gryffindor replied, and pointed to his throat. “Just a tickle.”
“Fine then, let me just write this letter,” stated Harry as he turned his attention back to the parchment. Just as Harry scrawled out the words: “Dear Fred and George,” on the paper, Gryffindor conveniently “coughed” again.
“cough Hermione cough Hermione cough”
“I’m sorry, but would you like for me to write to Hermione instead?” Harry asked petulantly.
“I really shouldn’t interfere with the living so much,” the ghost said innocently, “but I hear that the young witch is exceedingly clever.”
Harry crumpled the parchment he was working on and got a fresh one. He simply wrote:
Hermione,
I need your help.
Harry
The bespectacled man attached the letter to Hedwig’s leg and the owl flew out of the window.
“Now sit down boy, we have some time to kill until you friend replies to your post,” Gryffindor ordered. “Let me tell you a few stories… stories about the prettiest woman I ever shagged; Rowena Ravenclaw.”
For the next ninety-seven and a half minutes, Gryffindor traumatized Harry with stories of his sexual exploits with one of the other founders of Hogwarts. Harry wondered at one point if Ravenclaw had minded that Gryffindor had stuck his wand (mind you it wasn’t his figurative wand, but his actual wand; ten inches made of birch, “My other wand isn’t so small if you know what I mean.”) in that ‘place’ and wondered, too, if she had gotten splinters. Harry also learned that the Shrieking Shack that Remus used when he went to Hogwarts as a student wasn’t the first place to use that particular title; apparently, it was also the name given to Ravenclaw’s personal quarters. Gryffindor concluded with the gem “Brainy birds are always naughty.”
Gryffindor clapped his hands and asked: “Now that’s done what would you like for me to talk to you about?”
“Oh god, please nothing,” Harry murmured in fear. “Please, no more.”
“Alright then, how about a game of strip Parcheesi?”
Harry had started to make a mad dash for the door when he heard a familiar BANG from the street below. Harry turned to see a three-tiered purple bus parked outside his relatives’ house. He also noticed with a happy heart that the ghost of Godric Gryffindor had disappeared.
Another loud bang signified the Knight Bus disappearing again. Harry made his way to the front door. When he reached for the door-knob, someone pressed the buzzer. Harry opened the door to find a very perturbed and upset Hermione.
“You needed my help?” Hermione demanded.
“Hello Hermione, nice to see you too. I’m fine, thanks for asking,” Harry greeted her with just a touch of sarcasm.
“Oh, can it Harry,” she replied irritably, “I’ve had a rotten day.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Harry began to apologize.
“Actually I should thank you,” Hermione interrupted and she walked into the Dursley house. As Hermione walked past Harry, he noticed a pleasing musky odor, like an old book, wafting off the young witch. Harry rationalized that she must’ve been reading one of her ancient tomes on the Bus. “You saved me from that lecherous git.”
Harry wondered briefly if Hermione had been visited by Gryffindor’s ghost as well.
After Harry led his friend into his room, he asked her what was troubling her. He had decided to talk to Hermione about the sword after he made sure Hermione was alright.
“I just came from the Burrow,” began Hermione as she sat down on his bed. “I decided to spend some quality time with Ron because we’re together now. I had started to talk about us, what we like, what we do in our free time, and what not. Well, after I had exhausted my knowledge of all-things Quidditch and began to discus other topics, Ron started to doze off! He literally had drool coming out of the side of his mouth!
“So I decided that we would have to do something else, seeing how I was boring him into a stupor.” Hermione continued and Harry sat close to her. “I asked him, after I was finally able to wake him of course, if he wanted to do something; perhaps take a nice walk around the forest behind the Burrow.
“He completely discounted my idea and came up with one of his own. And what was this brilliant idea of his? Snogging! He said ‘let’s snog’ and grabbed my tit like this!” Hermione demonstrated by seizing her right breast and shoving it up. This action led to several other things. The first thing was that Hermione accidentally unbuttoned three buttons on her blouse, but she was too angry to notice. This action led directly into the second action, because of her breast being shoved up and the accidental unbuttoning incident, Hermione’s right breast was exposed quite a bit more than she had intended. Which led to the third and final action: Harry noticed for the first time that his friend Hermione had rather nice boobs.
They weren’t overly large, maybe slightly larger than a handful, but they were definitely an improvement on Ginny’s. They also appeared to be delectably firm, something that he would like to suckl…
‘OH MY GOD!’ Harry’s mind screamed. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing, Potter? She’s you best friend! Stop looking at Hermione’s lovely… er… wonderful… boobs…’ Harry’s upper-mind ceased its self-recrimination as Hermione dropped her breast as yet another button flew free, unbeknownst to the blouse’s owner, and her enticing cleavage was revealed to poor Harry. The Boy-Who-Lived was mesmerized by the way his friend’s milky flesh curved and then disappeared cruelly behind her white cotton bra. That damn bra mocked Harry, teasing the young man, saying: ‘There’s more underneath, more to see… and they are called nipples!’
‘STOP IT!’ Harry’s upper brain took over and tore his eyes away from his friend’s glorious mounds. Luckily for Harry, Hermione didn’t notice where his eyes seemed to have been glued for the past few seconds. And even more fortuitous, she didn’t notice ‘Harry, Jr.’ trying to free himself from his damn denim prison and give a proper ‘Hello’ to her. Because if she did notice, she would have known that her friend was a true Gryffindor in that he, like the house founder “dressed right.”
“…I told him; ‘NO, not yet. Let’s talk for a bit.’ And then he said, ‘Talk about what?'” the brunette witch continued. “I couldn’t think of anything to talk about! It hit me; we have two things in common. First, we argue constantly, and secondly, you’re our best friend Harry.”
“Um, thanks… I like friends,” Harry said dumbly, half-listening, half-wishing that ‘Harry, Jr.’ would stand down, before Hermione noticed his state of arousal.
“I wish Ron and I were like you and Ginny,” Hermione stated. With the mention of Ginny’s name, Harry had gotten his wish; ‘Harry, Jr.’ went into sudden hibernation. “I know you two broke up, but you have loads in common. You both like to play Quidditch and… and… and…”
Hermione stopped for a good long time. Harry would often see her go into these lapses whenever she was faced with a perplexing question. Her eyes would burn intensely as she worried her lip. No difficult challenge stood in the way of the awesome mental powers of Hermione Jane Granger, smartest witch in her generation, when she put her mind to it.
“And you were both possessed by Voldemort,” Hermione offered after a good minute of deep thought. “And…” Hermione began to slip back into her “deep-thought mode” when Harry offered some food for thought:
“And she looks like my mum,” Harry said pointing to the photo of his mother and father on his desk. Hermione scrutinized the photo for a second before becoming quite pale, then green.
“Oh, my god, that’s disturbing,” said Hermione as she took a deep calming breath.
“Tell me about it,” Harry stated.
“And you kissed her!” Hermione said shocked.
“Don’t remind me!” pleaded Harry as he felt nauseous once again.
“At least you didn’t tongue kiss her…” Hermione paused as she saw the guilty look on his face. “Oh, my GOD! You tongue kissed a girl who looks like your mother!”
“Hermione, please… stop,” whined Harry.
“Please tell me you at least didn’t feel her up, Harry.”
“Um…”
“Wait! DON’T TELL ME!” Hermione demanded.
Hermione stood up and began pacing the room. On her third pass, Harry’s nausea was replaced with arousal when he noticed how Hermione’s slacks hugged her bum. ‘Harry, Jr.’ woke up once more shouting, ‘It’s play time.’
“Why can’t Ron and I and Ginny and you be like the two of us? The way we are,” Hermione questioned. “You and I have so much in common. We were both raised in the Muggle world…”
“… So the magical world is new and fascinating to us every day.” Harry finished Hermione’s statement automatically. He had to finish it automatically because his conscious mind was amazed at how supple and yet firm Hermione’s bottom looked. For the first time in his life, Harry was glad that he wore his cousin’s cast-offs. The circus tent that passed for pants helped hide his state.
“We both enjoy going to Hogwarts,” continued Hermione. “And we both excel in at least one class. You’re tops in Defense…
“… And you are great at Charms, Transfigurations, and pretty much everything…”
“We both like tutoring,” Hermione offered. “You were brilliant with the DA. I mean you taught two of us how to cast a corporeal Patronus!”
“And you were brilliant teaching me the summoning charm to get past the first task. Heck, everyone in Gryffindor would’ve failed all their classes if you didn’t help us out.”
When Hermione stopped pacing and stood in front of Harry, he noticed that she appeared… flushed. She had a rosy bloom all over her exposed skin; especially on her lovely… wonderful… boobs.
“We’re both quick witted and clever,” Hermione said licking her lips as if she was anticipating something.
“I tricked Malfoy into freeing Dobby,” said Harry. “And you tricked both Skeeter and Umbridge into doing things that needed to be done.”
“Um, I actually blackmailed Skeeter,” corrected Hermione. She continued in a breathy and husky tone, “We’ve both been into the Forbidden Forest loads of times, whereas Ron equals Neville by only being in twice…”
“We’re both in Gryf… fin… dor…” Harry stammered when he saw a touch of lust in his friend’s beautiful eyes.
“We share the same initials for our first and middle names…” Hermione said huskily as she intentionally unbutton one of the remaining buttons on her blouse.
“H… J…” Harry panted as he was bewitched by even more flesh. “Wait, that’s kind of lame…”
“Oh, bugger it!” Hermione muttered and then leapt on Harry. Their lips met instinctively, as if they had been destined to. A fantastic tingling sensation erupted from Harry’s lips and raced through his body, something that ‘Harry, Jr.’ really seemed to appreciate, because he desperately wanted to say ‘Hi.’
Harry’s tongue involuntarily touched her lips. Hermione groaned into his mouth as her tongue came out to play with Harry’s. He didn’t realize when his hands started to wander, but he certainly liked it. His left hand was firmly on her bum, squeezing occasionally, while his other hand had traveled under her blouse and was running over her smooth, warm skin. Of course, this only inflated ‘Harry, Jr.’s’ attention who was now virtually banging his tin cup against the steel bars of his zipper prison chanting; “Azkaban, Azkaban, Azkaban…”
“Is that your wand in you pocket, or are you just happy to see me, Harry?” Hermione asked playfully after pulling herself away from his lips.
“Um… ah…um…” Harry bumbled in shock as he looked between ‘Harry, Jr.’, Hermione, and his wand which was lying on his desk. “Well I…err…”
“It’s a joke, Harry,” Hermione stated, easing the young man’s embarrassment. Then she did something Harry had never seen her do before, Hermione appeared to work up a great amount of saliva in her mouth and then licked her left palm, leaving it covered in spit. Before Harry could ask her what she was doing, Hermione stuffed her left hand down the front of Harry’s trousers and gave a firm, yet polite and very welcomed handshake to ‘Harry, Jr.’
“Oh my…” Harry squeaked as his eyes crossed. Hermione nibbled on his ear as she continued her ministrations in Harry’s pants. Again, Harry was overjoyed at the fact that he had inherited the over-sized pants he was wearing, for it gave Hermione’s hand ample space for movement. “Oh wow… I… wow… this is… neat…”
“Shut the hell up and kiss me Harry!” ordered Hermione. Harry was all too happy to comply. He kissed, suckled, and nibbled on various areas of Hermione’s face and neck while his hands memorized every curve she had on her bum and chest. Hermione seemed to just focus her attention to the task at hand, or rather the task in her hand.
The two teens played a game as they rolled around on Harry’s bed; one trying their damnedest to arouse the other. Of course, in this game, Hermione had the upper… ahem…hand.
Tears of joy seeped out of ‘Harry, Jr.’s eye and a squelching noise emanated from Harry’s trousers. Harry’s world started to spin. After years of solo practice, he knew he didn’t have much time left. He could feel the pressure build up in his loins as ‘Harry, Jr.’ begged for release. ‘This is so much better when someone else does it for you!’
Crunch
“Oh god, Hermione…” groaned Harry.
“Oh, Harry…” Hermione said wickedly.
Crunch
“What the hell is that noise?” Harry asked in a very perturbed manner. He tore his eyes away from the brunette witch on top of him and saw a leather-clad ghost sitting on the floor eating from a bucket of popcorn. The ghost smiled in a repugnant way and said;
“I told you the brainy ones were naughty.”
To be continued!
Footnote: (1) The word “site” was intentionally misused it’s an improper homophone, hey, if JKR can use the wrong word, so can I.

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Fantasy

Filthy femdoms: forced oral-part 4

After weeks in captivity I had begun to change inside. The smell of shit in my mouth and nose had become second nature, and I actually began to develop a fetish for the funky odors to which I was subjected daily.
New conditioning methods were added on a regular basis…and my tongue had grown noticably in length and muscular development. Now I was introduced to a new training technique…in which I actually ate my daily nutrition from rubber anus models. My food consisted of a substance with exactly the same color, consistancy, odor, and
taste of feces.
As I sucked the rubber assholes lumps of brown food were forced out for me to eat, and now my total daily nutritional allowance came from the conditioning room. My liquid needs were satisfied by other models made to precise specifications…and I had to suck the urethra of the female models to obtain my drink. The liquid was exactly the taste and odor of real piss, and I drank mouthfuls of it as I ate the nasty brown food.
My vitamin needs were satisfied by the ingestion of mouthfuls of thick liquid from cunt models. The taste and smell was exactly the same as the real thing. So I was eating simulated shit, piss, and cunt juice for my daily meals. Paradoxically the foods were
supposedly very high in nutrients and vitamins…which didn’t help their palatability at all while I was feeding on them.
I hadn’t eaten regular food for two weeks now, and would have given anything for a hamburger and fries. I actually couldn’t tell the difference between the fake food and the real thing, and eating the disgusting substances from the females here became ordinary to me. I had developed a severe fetish for going down on every woman in sight, and was reduced to a panting, licking, swallowing animal by now.
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One day I was taken to the area where prospective female customers came to see the captive male slaves, and once again the Madam was there, standing with her arms folded. She had a slight smile on her face, which I found a little unusual, and I knew I was about to be degraded again. I was intensely horney from the aphrodisiac given me, which had been increased four levels of intensity since I arrived here, and frankly, at the moment I would gladly eat her farts when she commanded me or do anything else.
There were three very pretty women, in their thirties, and they were quite stunning, wearing expensive business suits, and they looked at me strangely…as if they knew something that I didn’t. I stood there naked, hands cuffed behind, as usual…and the Madam reached behind me and grabbed my swollen balls. She pinched them between her fingers and my eyes opened widely, but I didn’t make a sound, knowing better than to do so from past experience.
“This is one of my best tongue slaves ladies,” said the pretty Madam…”he now eats shit without being forced…he really likes it…and we can’t feed the scumbag enough!”
Each of the women possessed a perfect, and well formed ass, and they came over and looked at me closely, staring into my eyes. One of them grabbed my peter and pulled on it painfully, and my hard dong was stretched to it’s limit by her gloved hand.
“Open your fucking mouth dirtbag!”, she commanded, pinching my hard dick. I opened as wide as possible immediately, and she stuck her finger inside and pulled my tongue out. She pulled it out painfully and I gagged a bit as she stretched it. “I see what you mean,” she said, looking briefly at the Madam…”nice fucking tongue.”
She looked into my eyes directly, and her stare was quite penetraing and intimidating…”So you fucking eat shit!” I nodded my head up and down and said yes, my mouth still fully open. She let go of my tongue and pinched my nose…”Do you like
to eat long wet farts!”, she grunted, pinching it painfully. I nodded again, desperately eager to please her, knowing that I could be severely punished later by the Madam.
“Show me!,” she breathed, letting go of my sore nose. She pulled her expensive skirt up over her hips and pulled her panties down to her knees. The Madam pushed down hard on my shoulders and I dropped at once, knowing what I had to do. I was breathing rather hard now, in an intense state of arousal, and when she spread her
perfect asscheeks revealing her dark, hairy crack, I couldn’t control my self and dove in with my tongue and licked the dark smelly hair around her open bunghole.
I cleaned the slight shit stain from the hair surrounding her smelly butthole and began to suck her round, glistening anal sphincter hoping for a mouthful of the gas I was becoming highly addicted to.
“Suck my raw stinking asshole you dirty bastard, and you’d better eat every fart or you’re going to piss me off!” She groaned and her anus stretched outward expelling a large puff of internal gas. It was loud and echoed throughout the room.
My cheeks bulged out from the odorous kiss, and as she continued farting I allowed the funky gas to fill my nostrils and ate it, actually swallowing each nasty gust of fart wind. It was obvious that she had eaten a large amount of beans or something similar, and as I sucked the putrid gas from her stinkhole little dribbles of shit stain began to accumulate around my mouth, which I swallowed eagerly.
By the time she had relieved herself completely I was becoming light headed from the smelly methane gas, and my eyes were glazed over in pleasure as I kneeled there.
She stood and pulled her panties up and smoothed her skirt down. She looked seriously at the Madam…”He’ll do,” she said pleasantly…”this dirtbag will do.” “Good!,” the Madam said, as she looked down at me with her usual contempt… “That will be ten thousand dollars for the evening, and one of our staff will accompany to insure the usual safety proceedures.
The woman waved her hand absent mindedly…and pulled out a roll of bills from which she removed the ten thousand dollars.The woman smiled briefly as she looked at me…”I think we can get ten thousand worth of use out of him.”
One of the wardens came in and stood with an equipment suitcase, and I was immediately whisked out of the door and to the limosine. My mouth was duck taped and I was unceremoniously shoved into the car trunk, and lay there on a thick pad as the car sped off. My stomach was churning and queasy from fear and shock, but I knew that I had to control myself whatever the cost.
We drove for what must have been two hours, and as I was jostled by the moving car my fear and dread grew…I had no idea what they were going to do to me…and still could not believe that the Madam had ‘rented’ me out, like I was a videotape or something.
The car finally stopped, and the trunk was opened, and I looked at them pleadingly, sick with dread. I was taken inside the large estate house by two women who showed no sign of emotion, and quickly ushered, still naked, into the lobby and then down a long set of stairs to the basement. We entered a small room with a bed, and the tape was removed from my mouth.
I was locked in there, hands still cuffed behind me, and the two house servants left without a word. I layed down on the bed and tried to get some rest, but I was trembling with anticipation, fearing the unknown. I felt that the Madam would not want her property damaged, and I suspected that I would merely be subjected to the same kind of oral filth that I had experienced at the other place.
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A few hours later the woman who had ‘purchased’ me originally came in, accompanied by the two female house servants and the warden from the mansion. The warden sat on a chair beside me and pulled out a pint bottle of a chalky white gel. I knew it was the intestinal nullifier and I took it and drank it down. The gel was tasteless and had the consistancy of pudding and I finally managed to get it all down.
Then she gave me an injection from a large hypodermic syringe. I knew by experience that it contained powerful antibiotics and equally powerful aphrodisiacs and anti nausea drugs. It was a super cocktail that had been used on me many times before, and I must admit that it was extremely potent.
She got up and left the room and the other women surrounded me. The hostess looked at me with a sneer and pinched my dick again.”You will not fucking speak while you are here, she said, “and you will do precisely as directed…am I fucking understood…nod if you understand!” Without hesitation I nodded my head erratically,
up and down in an exaggerated manner and she smiled derisively.
“We’re having a dinner tonight with my special female friends in attendance and you will be out guest of honor and will be our entertainment for the evening.”
“Let’s just say I don’t think you will forget this night,” she smiled wickedly, and they left me alone once again. Even though I had a basic idea of what would be expected of me I still didn’t know exactly what it would be. The suspense was filling me with butterflies of dread, and I lay down again and tried to sleep.
I did finally drift off and must have slept for a few hours when the door opened and I was pulled from the bed uncerimoniously by the two female house servants.
I was taken upstairs and to a large bathroom on the ground floor. I could hear the guests as they finished their dinner, and dreaded what might come next. I steeled myself and was prepared for anything. We stepped into the bathroom and the door was closed behind us.
I immediately saw a strange looking toilet stool. Raised a bit off the floor and wider than normal. There was a flat encasement behind the toilet that extended into the wall.
They opened a door into another room behind the toilet and took me inside. I was beginning to have an idea of what was going on and when they made me lay down on a sliding platform on the floor behind the rear of the toilet on the other side I had no doubt.
The thought of it gripped my stomach like a vise, but at this point there was nothing I could do and had to play it out the best I could.
They strapped me onto the platform surface securely and placed a special head restraint over me so that my face was looking upward. They then slid me back and under the toilet on the other side and I soon found myself staring upward out of the bottom of the toilet lid.
My face was about six inches under the lid and I grimaced, knowing what was coming next. They attached some kind of electrodes to my penis and balls and came back in to look down at me. Such a view was beyond my comprehension, what it actually looked like under a toilet lid from the prospective of the toilet bowl, and I was
stunned and weak from shame and fear.
The inside of the bowl was much larger than normal and there was an empty area around my head…apparently to allow the waste to fall to the sides and be evacuated. There were some strange looking hooks inside at the front and rear of the stool and I soon found out what these were for.
I was so agitated by now that I was sweating profusely and trembled with dread as they continued to prepare me. The plastic hooks were pulled out and placed over my upper and lower teeth and stretched forward and backward until my mouth was wide open to the limit.
I looked up at the ceiling as I lay there, just wanting to get this whole thing over with and get back to the other familiar surroundings that I had been in…however unbearable.
My hostess came in and looked down at me with a disgusted expression. “You fucking crap mouth son-of-a-bitch now you’re going to really get what you want. How does it feel!” She got down close to the stool lid and looked at me. She gathered saliva in her mouth and spit into mine several times as I looked up at her in desperation…she was enjoying this to the fullest and I knew I
would get the full treatment without mercy.
Soon a group of attractive women came into the bathroom and gathered around the stool looking down at me. They were laughing and snickering to each other and I could tell that they were high on something and were bent on my utter humiliation. They wore fashionable clothing and must have been well to do from their manner and conversation. They were treating me like the low form of life that they imagined me to be…and I was ashamed and hurt to be used in such a manner.
The hostess spoke to me again…”We’ve just had dinner and you know what happens after dinner,” she grinned widely, “yes you know what I’m talking about don’t you?” My eyes were wide open in disgust and she stood up and turned around pulling her dress up. She pulled her panties down and sat slowly onto the stool, her well formed ass resting right over my face. Her asshole was directly over my mouth and began to bulge outward a bit…the first indication of what I knew was coming.
She farted loudly and a lump of shit began to ease out and was nearing it’s release into my open gullet. “Here’s you dinner you worthless bastard!,” she groaned as she strained, “you better eat it all or you’ll get your balls and dick shocked and I’ll tell your Madam.”
With a final push she forced the chunk of crap out and it plopped into my mouth. when she had released her entire load of crap she stood up and they undid the mouth restraints. I immediately began chewing the smelly mass, and as the women yelled in pleasure I began swallowing, gulping the filthy waste down within a short
time. “Look at this fuck!, “she yelped to the women…shit eating motherfucker!”
They refastened the restraints pulling my mouth open again and another woman stepped up, and looked down on me with a wicked lust that could not be described. She also pulled her skirt up and panties down and lowered her perfect ass over my face. The women were laughing intermittantly and the woman over me giggled loudly.
She moved back so that her cunt was over my face and a streamer of warm piss shot into my mouth, and I was able to gulp it down as it accumulated.
Then she looked down at me one more time and spread her open asshole over my mouth. Her anus stretched as she strained and a gusher of soft crap shot out and filled my oral cavity. She got up right away and they loosened the hooks to let me eat my meal. I gulped it down, it was much softer and I didn’t have to chew it nearly as much.
Two more women did their bowel movement into my mouth, and I had eaten four loads of shit so far. I knew I was reaching my limit and the hostess saw this and told me that I was to spit out each load after that, and just swallow the residue.
The looks of absolute revulsion and disgust on the women’s faces before they crapped in my mouth was something I’ll never forget. My face was thick with human waste, and the torment continued on and on until fifteen women had finished their bowel movements. I had become intensely horny during the first several mouthfuls but
was now quite agitated and miserable and wanted it to be over.
The hostess had been taking pictures and videos of the action which she claimed would be shared with many of her friends worldwide, and when the last load was deposited in my sore mouth they were all anxious to leave.
Soon I was alone with the staff and they went into the back room and pulled me out on the other side. My entire front area was nothing but crap and with rubber gloves on their hands they got me up and pulled me to another room where there was a large shower area. I was released and allowed to clean myself as much as I wanted. It took me awhile but eventually I had removed the smelly brown residue and tried unsuccessfully to clean it from my mouth and nose.
I should have been used to that by now but I knew I never would be and when back in my room I had all night to think about it as I slept fitfully.
It was without doubt the most humiliating experience of my life…and the scar from this episode would be with me for good, I was sure. What was even more humiliating about it was that I was getting my nuts off much of the time, enjoying my degradation.
The next day I was taken once again to the limo and shoved in the trunk. The ride back was not pleasant but I was so happy to be returning to the Madam that I didn’t mind at all. The hostess lady had been kind enough to show me many of the photos she had taken of me, before I left, and assured me that the pictures, and the videos would be put to good use.
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When I returned to the mansion the Madam greeted me with a frown, telling me that I had been on vacation and that I would now have to make up for lost time. She had me on the floor immediately sucking her asshole, and I was so happy to be back that I gladly inhaled her long sqeaking fart, and cleaned out the inner juice that it
produced. I kissed her ass all over savoring the soft skin and the degraded feeling, and knew that I was indeed her slave, and that she had turned me into a raging suckass for the rest of my life.
I knew I would be free eventually from this place, and I put everything else out of my mind except the thought of that day.

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Fiction

Family Affairs (Teri & Emily) (Ch.5)

This is a work of total fiction. The story and any characters within it belong to Vyper269. If you like it let me know and I’ll write more. If you don’t, I don’t really care. If you want to read, share, and comment on it, Cool! But it is mine. If you want to do anything with the characters, please write me with your ideas and ask, the worst that happens is I say no. My sincerest and deepest thanks to all of you out there who’ve read my stuff, given me wonderful feedback, encouragement and have waited patiently for me to continue this story. There are more parts to come, but I’m going back to work soon, so it may be a little while. Thanks again, and enjoy! 2/6/2013.
Teri & Emily
I woke up in my own bed, nestled in behind a beautiful redhead. She was warm and soft, and not Aunt Crissy. At some point, Rachel had traded places with Crissy, and Sarah had curled up behind me with her arms wrapping me in a warm secure hug. Rachel rolled over into me and looked deeply into my eyes and kissed me. Her tongue slid into my mouth seeking a partner to dance with.
“Afternoon sleepyhead.” She whispered to me to try and let Sara sleep.
“Afternoon? Feels like I’ve been asleep forever.” I whispered back.
“A couple of hours, we came in to check on you two, and found Crissy laying here with a giant shit-eating grin on her face and tears streaming down her cheeks.”
“Is she alright?” I was a little concerned about both Crissy and Sarah. We had been delving into some seriously emotional shit over the last couple of days.
“She’s fine, she apologized to both of us again, and then said that it dawned on her when she woke up wrapped warmly in your arms how comfortable and safe she was feeling. That she, like the rest of us, can move forward with her life, with us and with Niki. They really do love each other don’t they?”
“Yes they do, at least Niki told me about how she felt. I was hoping that Crissy felt that way too. Niki told me how much she loves Crissy, and that she wants to build a life with her. Niki also gave me hope for Crissy, because Niki said that when they’re together Crissy isn’t anything like she has been with us in the past, that she’s loving and caring and considerate.”
“Our Crissy? Christina…my sister Christina?”
“I know, it floored me too, but it seems she’s right. I mean in the last 24 hours since you told the girls about your folks and about Teri, she’s been great. My optimism guarded, but it’s optimism just the same.”
I felt Sarah pull me into her hug a little tighter, “You two really suck at talking quietly you know that? Either shut up or speak up so I can hear the words instead of just ‘pspspspsp’, will you?”
Rachel and I smiled at each other and I rolled over onto my back so I could put my arm under Sarah and pull her in close as Rachel came up and rested her chin on my chest.
“Sorry baby sister, we really were trying to let you rest a little more.”
“It’s okay I need to get cleaned up anyway so I can go to my meeting with Deirdre.”
“Your first official meeting with the lawyer, hunh?” I asked.
“I guess so, but she was really sort of evasive on the phone when I asked her what was up.”
“She may just want to talk to you face to face. Her dad was always that way whenever he dealt with us in the past.” Rachel offered.
“Would you like a ride to the office? I have to talk to Dee Dee about a few things as well.”
“That would be cool, and if you’re willing, I’d appreciate you sitting in with me. I think I could use some moral support.”
“Sure, anything you need, you know that.”
“Would you like me to go too?” Rachel asked.
“Thanks Rach, but you spend some alone time with Crissy. With Davey there I should be alright.”
“Okay sweetie if you’re sure. Davey are you willing to drop Sarah at the day spa afterward? I promised the girls I’d treat them to a massage today.” Rachel asked me as she traced a finger along my chest and looked at me with her best ‘pretty please’ look in her eye.
“No problem, as soon as we’re done, I’ll run her by. But for now, Sarah and I better get cleaned up, so we can go.” I squeezed both women into me a little harder and let them go.
We got up and Rachel headed off to find Crissy and Sarah and I headed for my shower. I had intended to just get cleaned up, but as soon as I stepped into the shower, Sarah wrapped her arms around me and planted her lips on mine and drove her tongue down my throat.
“Wow, what brought that on?” I asked when she finally pulled away from me.
“I just don’t want you to forget what I taste like.” She said as she drew her middle finger across her bottom lip and looked at me through the tops of her eyes. Her beautiful face, looking up at me with those gorgeous green, come fuck me eyes burning into me, how was I supposed to pass that up?
“That’s never ever going to happen, Sarah no way, no how. Too much has happened, and you, well we, are never going back to the way it was, not you, not me and Rachel, not any of us. You’re a part of us and the only way you get out of being with us is if you decide that this isn’t what you want. We weren’t bullshitting you when we said that we both wanted this. We love you and want you here.”
She leaned up to kiss me again, so I pulled her into me and started kissing her neck and sucking on her earlobes. She let out a sigh of relief and held my head against her as I worked kisses up and down her neck. I licked from her collar bone up the long muscle of her neck to her earlobe again. She sucked her breath in and started running her hands up and down my body, she stopped when she reached my growing erection.
She gave my cock a couple of strokes, then I reached down and pulled her hand away. She looked at me with disappointment in her eyes, but it faded quickly as I knelt down in front of her and ran my tongue from the back of her pussy to the front then sucked her clit into my mouth and tickled it with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh God, Davey, that feels so…ungh…good!”
I moved my tongue back down and pushed it into her pussy as far as I could and rubbed my nose on her clit. Sarah put her hands on my head and pulled me back to look into my eyes. She didn’t say anything as she pushed herself against the wall and hoisted one of her legs over my shoulder.
I went back to licking her pussy and her clit from back to front with my tongue pressed wide and flat. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she pulled my head harder into her pussy. I licked her a couple more times, then pulled back and looked up at her.
“I love the taste of your pussy, Sarah. Both sweet and a little bit spicy. Mmmm.”
She just smiled and pushed herself back against the wall again and put her other leg over my other shoulder. I now had Sarah’s pussy on my mouth and had to keep eating to make sure she didn’t slide down the wall. I reached up and grabbed one of her ass cheeks in each hand and pulled her hips closer to me.
“Oh fuck…that’s…so…good…yeah Davey…right there…right…UNGH!!!”
Sarah’s hips bucked back and forth fucking my face with her pussy as she covered my mouth and chin with her cum.
“Christ that was wonderful!” She said after her orgasm passed.
“Delicious too.” I told her looking up at her and licking as much of her cum off my face as my tongue would reach. She let her legs slide off of my shoulders one at a time and stood in front of me as I stood up collecting the remaining Sarah cum from chin with my fingers and licked them clean.
“Your turn,” she said to me, “how do you want me?”
I just smiled and moved in close to her and pinned her against the wall with my body. I kissed her long and hard and slid my tongue into her mouth to pay back that wonder tonsil cleaning that she had given me just a few minutes ago. I broke the kiss and looked down at Sarah, she was just standing there with her mouth open and her eyes closed. I picked her up under her arms and then slid her down the wall and onto my waiting erect cock.
Sarah opened her eyes and looked at me with a huge smile on her face as she wiggled her hips around and get my cock lined up with her pussy. Working together like that I slid into her still soaking pussy easily and comfortably.
“Mmmm…” was all she said as she settled all the way down onto my member.
I pressed her hard against the wall then reached down and picked her legs up one at a time and hooked her knees over my elbows. I started a slow easy stroke, moving her up and down on the tiled wall as she put her hands around the back of my neck and looked down to watch my cock slide in and out of her.
“Sarah, do you like watching my hard cock sliding in and out of your pussy?”
“Oh…my God…yes…just…so hot!”
I pulled her knees up a little higher so I could reach her nipples to pinch them and roll them just a little between my fingers.
“Ungh…that feels so…fucking good! I’m close, so close…”
“Tell me Sarah, tell me how you like the way your nephew’s hard cock sliding in and out of you makes you cum every time you fuck him!”
“Oh…fuck! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! I’m cumming…NOW!”
She wrapped her legs tight around me and pulled hard on my neck as her orgasm came slamming down on her. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, as I felt her pussy spasm and tighten around my shaft. I kept pumping in and out of her and as she rode her orgasm toward its end, when it was over and Sarah looked at me again, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and aimed it at her ass.
“Oh fuck yes,” Sarah reached down and guided my cock into her sweet asshole. I slid into her easily and pushed slowly until my cock was buried in her ass to the hilt.
“Ungh…I’ve really wanted your cock in my ass again, Davey. I never knew it could feel so good sliding in and out of my tight asshole. Fuck my ass Davey, fuck me like the anal slut I am!”
With her encouragement, I started sliding my cock into her harder, pulling almost all the way out of her, then all the way in to the base of my shaft. Sarah reached down and started rubbing her clit and sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy.
“Ohmygod! Don’t stop, Davey, I’m gonna cum again! Oh God!! NOW!!”
“I’m cumming too, Sarah.”
“Cum in me Davey, please, please cum in your Aunt Sarah’s tight hot ass!”
“Oh…Christ…Ungh…” I felt my balls tighten, and I shot my load up inside her just as she begged me to cum inside her. I shot everything that I had all the while feeling her clench her ass so it gripped and milked my cock.
I stood there with Sarah up against the wall with my fading erection still inside her and our mixed fluids running out of her ass and down my cock.
“Oh fuck Davey, thank you. I really needed that.” Sarah said out of breath and spent.
“It was my pleasure, believe me. I mean after all it’s been at least 2 hours since I last had sex.” I leaned forward and nestled my face against her neck kissing her and sucking her earlobe into my mouth to nibble on it just a little.
“Mmmm…yeah, but I’ve been worried about seeing Deirdre. This is a big move for me, I’m a little scared.”
I let her legs down one at a time as my now flaccid penis slid out of her. I think we were both sorry to stop, but we did need to get moving. We moved into the shower as we continued our conversation. I started the water and Sarah stepped in as I lathered up my hands and started working the soap all over her body.
“Is that why you want me there?”
“Yes. I think I could do just about anything with you backing me up.”
“I’ll be there for you Sarah, anytime, anyplace.”
I moved my soapy hands down her arms and to the small of her back then around the front and back up to her breasts. I massaged them and pushed them up and soaped under them. Then grabbed both of them and pulled her up and back into me.
“Ungh…David you need to stop trying to wind me up again, or we’re going to be late.”
“Fine.” I let go of her and ran my hands down to her ass cheeks and in between her legs. She reached down and grabbed my hands and stepped away from me.
“Damn it Davey! Stop that!”
“See Sarah,” I said as I let her move back into the shower, “you’re strong enough to do anything you need to.”
“You’re sneaky. Thank you, but you’re still going with me.”
“I wasn’t trying to get out of going with you, I just want you to have a little more confidence in yourself.”
She leaned up and kissed me then pulled back and touched my face, then moved in and kissed me again. Then she grabbed the soap and turned around and lathered up her own hands.
We finished getting cleaned up satisfying ourselves with a game of slap-and-tickle, and then went in to get dressed. Rachel had brought back clothes and laid them out for Sarah. A nice lightweight summer dress, a low cut bra, garter belt, nylons, a thong and a pair of 4” ‘come fuck me’ pumps.
“Wow, that’s a hot outfit.” I said as I picked up the thong and held it out to her.
“Is she kidding? I’m supposed to where this? This isn’t me.”
“How do you know? Have you ever worn any of this? You’re beautiful, Sarah, and you have a smokin’ hot body, put the stuff on and show the whole damned world what you’ve got.”
“Did you say ‘smokin’?” She asked after she realized what I’d said.
“Hell yes I did.”
She looked at me with some skepticism, but I just held her gaze with the thong dangling from my finger between us. She rolled her eyes and took the panties from me and started getting dressed.
As soon as I was dressed I sat back on the bed watching her as she finished getting dressed. It was a great show. She was fit, with an ass that just cried to be fucked. I think she deliberately took a little longer just to show off for me. Super hot!
We managed to get to Deirdre’s office just in time for Sarah’s appointment. Deirdre was standing at her assistant’s desk going over some things as we walked up. They both looked up and smiled warmly as we came up to them.
“Sarah, thank you for coming in on such short notice, we’ve run into a bit of a snag, and I need to bring you up to speed.” Deirdre said as she reached out and shook Sarah’s hand.
“Let me guess. Paul is contesting the divorce.” Sarah sounded pissed, this was good. She needed to get to angry to get this done, and then she could work on indifference toward Uncle Douche and get on with living her life.
“Well, he hasn’t actually had a chance to see the papers yet, let’s talk in my office.” She motioned with one hand and let Sarah lead the way into her office.
“I could use a little of your time if you have it after Sarah’s meeting.” I said to Deirdre as a side note.
“I have a meeting immediately after Sarah’s, but it shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours if you could come back then, Olivia would you give my last appointment to Mr. McLaren please.”
“Certainly.”
“Shall we?” Deirdre motioned for me to go in and join Sarah.
Sarah was already sitting in one of the guest chairs in front of Dee Dee’s desk when we came into the office. She was tucking something into her purse as we came up to take our respective chairs.
“So what’s Paul’s issue?” Sarah asked as soon as we were seated. She was making the first move in this meeting, and I was going to do my level best to let her run with her new found inner strength, or inner bitch, whichever she thought would work best.
“The problem is that he hasn’t actually seen the papers yet. We drew them up yesterday, but I need you to sign them before he does. Anyway, I had my investigator watching him to make sure he didn’t disappear on us, but he couldn’t stay long after the DEA showed up and arrested Paul.”
“The DEA?! Drug Enforcement, what were they doing at my house?”
“Some sort of investigation that they were extremely evasive about. Can you think of any reason for them to be interested in your husband?”
“No, I have no idea at all.”
Deidre looked at Sarah and let silence fall in the office. I did everything in my power to stay out of it. I knew what Dee Dee was doing, I’d done it myself on several interrogations, drop the bomb and watch the other person’s reaction as closely as you can and decide to your own satisfaction if they’re telling you the truth or not.
Sarah did great. She’d told Dee Dee the truth that she didn’t know anything, and then held her gaze without flinching. Huge strides for Sarah since she usually broke eye contact and deferred to the stronger will in the room.
“Excellent.” Deirdre proclaimed after what seemed like an hour of these two just staring at each other. “Then we can move forward.”
“You needed me here to tell me that?”
“No Sarah, I needed you here to assess whether I could continue to represent you. I talked to the lead agent in charge of Paul’s case, and she told me that Paul gave you up as an accomplice in his drug business. She wouldn’t tell me what drugs or what quantity they were dealing with, but I had to see for myself if you were a part of it, and the only way for me to do that was to see you face to face. I believe you, so now we can move forward.”
“Can I ask a question?” I interrupted.
“Please.”
“What exactly did this DEA agent tell you about Sarah’s supposed roll in all of this?”
“That she was his courier. That she delivered the drugs for Paul and collected the money.”
“That Son-of-a-Bitch! He treats me like shit for the last 5 years and then tries to drag me down with him
when he get caught doing something stupid and illegal?!”
“There’s no way in hell that they can prove any of this…” Deirdre paused after starting to say this, as a stray thought caught her attention.
“Unless A: Sarah really is a courier, which we know is crap, or B: Paul planted evidence to incriminate her.” I finished where I thought she was going. My paranoia was flowing freely and soaking my gray matter with its poison.
“Exactly!”
Sarah was silent and just staring out the window. Her eyes were wet with tears, but she wouldn’t let them fall through the look of pure unadulterated hatred on her face.
“Did you get the name and ID information of the agent in charge?” I asked, I’d had enough of this shit, what good are friends if you can’t lean on them when you need some support.
“I did, but I don’t know what good it’s going to do, I don’t know anyone at DEA.” She said as she handed me a sticky-note with the information on it.
“I do. Can I use your phone?” I stood up.
“By all means, please.” Deirdre spun the phone towards me so I could make my call. I punched in the numbers and hit ‘speaker’ so we could all hear.
“Should I be recording this?” Dee Dee asked.
“Absolutely not. It’s bad enough I’ve got it on speaker. Now, both of you, when they answer you have to be quiet as church mice, yes?”
Both women nodded just as the line was picked up.
“Deputy Director Johnson’s office.”
“Tonya, it’s David McLaren, how are you?”
“I’m doing very well David, haven’t heard from you in an age, I heard about your dad, I’m really sorry. How are you and your mom holding up?”
“We’re doing very well, Tonya thank you. Rachel’s sisters have come in for support, and we’re all getting to be a lot closer to one another.”
I swear I could hear a grin spread across Sarah’s face.
“It’s good to have family you can rely on when it gets tough. I’m glad you’re getting by alright.”
“Thanks Tonya. Listen, I called to talk to Diane about a personal matter, is she in by chance?”
“She is and she’s free, I know for a fact that she’d love to talk to you, hold on I’ll connect you.”
“Thanks Tonya.”
“David! It’s so good to hear from you. We haven’t talked since the funeral, how’re you doing?”
“I’m well Diane, how are you and yours?”
“We’re all doing really well. Looking forward to seeing you and Rachel for dinner once you both feel up for company. The boys would love to see you, and that offer that Jim made at the funeral still stands, if you need to get away, let us know and you can have the ski cabin whenever you want it.”
“Thank you Diane, that’s really wonderful of you to offer, and thank Jim for us both would you? We’re both actually coping very well and the last few days it’s been a lot better around the house.”
“Excellent David, that’s really good to hear. Now, you probably didn’t call just to catch up did you? What’s up?”
“One of your agents arrested my Aunt Sarah’s soon to be ex-husband, and he’s decided to implicate her in his guilt.”
“That’s pretty nasty isn’t it? What’s he getting in exchange for implicating his wife?”
“I don’t know, in fact the lawyers didn’t even get a chance to ask. Their investigator was bird-dogging Sarah’s husband and watched the whole thing go down, and your agent is playing it pretty close to the vest.”
“I see, well, I’m not sure I can do anything about the arrest David, if the evidence was there to get him busted…”
“It isn’t that Diane, I wouldn’t ask you for something like that. If you busted the guy on solid evidence, and you can make it stick, put him in the deepest darkest hole you can find, bury him and forget where you put him.
No this is about him making accusations about my Aunt. He claims that she knew all about his operation and that she’s been acting as his courier to deliver the meth.”
“I see. Do you have the agent’s name?”
“I do,” I read her the information that Dee Dee had given to me.
“David, you’re telling me that you will personally vouch for your Aunt, with no hesitation and no reservations.”
“Absolutely Diane, she isn’t anymore guilty of this than you are. You have my word.”
“That’s good enough for me, hold on a minute.”
She put me on hold, so I muted the phone while we waited.
“What happens now?” asked Sarah.
“Now we wait.” Dee Dee said. She looked up at me like I was some sort of space alien. I started to ask her why, when Diane came back on the line.
“David?”
I punched the mute button. “Right here Diane.”
“I just talked to the agent in charge, she is pretty aware that your Aunt has nothing to do with Mr. Reilly’s drug business. She has a theory that innocent people don’t run. Since your Aunt dug in and was willing to fight, she’s satisfied. She would like Reilly’s car though. She thinks that he loaded up the car that Sarah has before she left for your house. Even if there are only traces of the drugs in the car, it’ll help the case. Can we seize the car?”
“Do you need to have a warrant, or just Sarah’s permission?” I looked at Sarah, and she was already digging her keys out of her purse.
“Since the car is actually registered to Paul, we just needed to find it and take possession we can seize it under the arrest warrant.”
“Have your Agent meet me at the house in about an hour, and I’ll give her the keys. Nobody’s been in the car since Sarah got to the house, so I’ll hand her the keys and make her job that much easier.”
“That would be great, David. I’m sorry that this came down on you right now, but I appreciate the chance to help, and I’m glad it was you and not someone that would’ve been in the way.”
“Thanks Diane, I owe you big.”
“No you don’t. I’m just going take it off the tab of all the ones that I owe you. Be safe and I’ll talk to you later. Oh, would you like the divorce papers signed? If you get them to the agent in charge, I’ll make sure she gets them signed and back to your aunt’s attorney.”
“I don’t want to know how you’re going to ‘make sure’, but I really don’t need to either. Just make sure that it’ll all hold up in once the judge gets them, okay?”
Diane laughed. “I promise no traceable blood stains.”
“Thanks again Diane. I’ll let Rachel know that you’ve re-extended the invite to dinner and we’ll get hold of you to try and set up a time, deal?”
“That’s a deal. I’ll talk to you guys soon, David. Take care.”
“’Bye Diane.” I hung up the phone and looked at Sarah and Deirdre. They were both staring at me like just come down from outer space now.
“What?” I looked at Dee Dee.
“Oh, I don’t know! You just called a Deputy Director of the DEA and not only did you dial her number from memory, you got through her secretary, whom you also know, and talked to her. She offers to let you to use her vacation home, invites you and your mother to dinner, and she offers to get the divorce papers signed. Then…and this has got to be the best part, then she handles it personally. That was un-fucking-believable.”
“I just asked a favor from a friend. I worked with Diane a few years ago on a case that, from my perspective was nothing huge, but it helped her career, so she said she’d be willing to do me a solid in return if it was within her power.”
Sarah jumped up and hugged me as tightly as she could.
“Thank you David, but what if you need her in the future?”
“It doesn’t matter, you needed the help now.”
“I don’t know how to thank you.”
“You just make sure you sign those papers. Get rid of this prick once and for all.”
“I can help there,” Deirdre interjected. “Olivia has the paper work, if you sign them now, once Paul’s signature is on them they can be filed and you can get on with your life.”
“Thank you, Dee Dee.” Sarah reached out and shook her hand. They each seemed reluctant to let go of the other.
We started to move toward the door when Deirdre called me back.
“David, can I have just a minute before you leave?”
“Sure, I’ll meet you out at Olivia’s desk Sarah.”
Sarah just leaned up and kissed me on the cheek then turned and left. I turned back and nearly collided with Deirdre.
“What’s up?” I asked as I grabbed her to keep from knocking her over.
“How did you know?” she asked in a quiet voice after Sarah had closed the door.
“Know what?”
“I couldn’t find out what Paul was dealing from the agent in charge of the case, but you knew when you talked to the Deputy Director. How did you know?”
“If I tell you, will it have any effect on Sarah’s divorce?”
“Not that I can see, no.”
“Okay then, there are a couple of things, first off he has no real property to grow on, he can’t be moving pot, and he’s too broke to buy something like heroin or cocaine, so no reselling going on, that just leaves making stuff on his own and the easiest thing for this dumb-ass to make is meth. The last thing is this: Who do you think dropped the dime on the fucker to get the DEA involved. And yes, I am invoking attorney/client privilege.”
“Sarah’s very important to you isn’t she?” She was staring at the door where Sarah had gone out a few minutes before. Something in her eyes told me to be very careful with my answer.
“She is important to me, she’s my mom’s little sister and Rachel loves her dearly, and yes, so do I. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect her or any of them for that matter.”
She looked up at me with tears at the corners of her eyes.
“What the matter Dee Dee?” I took her hand and led her to one of the chairs. She hesitated just a little before answering.
“I can’t tell you, it’s not professional.”
“Deirdre we grew up knowing each other, remember? We already know more personal things about each other than most lawyers and clients do. I mean seriously, who kept your secret when I caught you in the throes of an orgasm using the water inlets to masturbate in your parent’s hot tub?”
She looked at me and laughed at the memory.
“I’d nearly forgotten about that. I was so worried that you would tell my mom, she was always so uptight about that sort of thing. ‘Sex isn’t for fun, Dee Dee’ she’d say, ‘sex is for babies.’”
“Well, I’ll tell you right now she was full of shit about that.”
“Oh believe me, I know. It’s just that…” She looked up at me and finished. “I’m dangerously attracted to Sarah and I haven’t thought of anything but having her in my bed since I met her.”
I must have just stared at her for what seemed to be a long time. I finally broke the stare when it looked like she was getting worried that she’d stepped over the line.
“Sorry, you just surprised me. I wasn’t expecting that. So what does that have to do with this?” I reached up and wiped a small tear from her face.
“Doesn’t it shock you that I just told you I want to have sex with your aunt?”
“Should it? I mean who you’re attracted to, who you love, who you lust after and how you live your life are up to you, not me, not your mom, just you. Shit Dee Dee too many people in this world are still trying to figure out what they want to be if they grow up, much less who they are or who they want to be with, I’d say that you’re miles ahead of most of the people in the world. I’m curious though, when did you realize that this was who you were?”
“I was a junior in high school when it hit me one day that I was head over heels in love with my best friend. We had always fooled around a lot, we would each watch the other touch themselves and we’d occasionally get to orgasm in front of each other, but the day it really came home to me was the day that she kissed me after she’d licked her fingers clean of her own cum. It hit me like a bolt of lightning that ran from the base of my skull to my crotch, and I came right then and there. Jesus…I can’t believe I just told you that, you’re a client for crying out loud.”
“Just tell me what’s going on now. What’s all this got to do with Sarah?”
She took a few seconds to compose herself then looked me in the eye and told me.
“I’ve been with several women over the past few years, at college and since graduation, but no one has made me feel the same way that Beth did in my bedroom that first time. Then I met your Aunt Sarah. I saw her the first time and I felt that lightning run through me again. I shook her hand just now and I got wet.”
I smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.
“Then you should ask her out to dinner when her divorce is over, and tell her how you feel.”
“Do you think she’d be receptive to that? I don’t want to freak her out, or put myself out there and get shot down. I’m not in this for the pain and suffering.”
“Well, take it slowly at first, and convince her you’re serious, she has sometimes scared easily in the past, but she’s getting stronger all the time. I just ask that you don’t break her heart. If you go there, make sure you’re ready to go all in, that’s all.”
“Thank you David, thank you so much. It’ll be hard to wait, but I will if it means I have a chance to be with her.”
She was all smiles again, so I gave her a quick kiss and headed for the door.
“I’m glad we talked, Dee Dee. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” And I turned and went out, and passed Sarah in the door.
“I forgot something, I’ll be right there.”
“Cool.” I said and went out pulling the door shut behind me.
Olivia was looking at the door after Sarah with more than a little lust in her eyes.
“Olivia, are you all right?”
“What…oh sorry David, I was just…” Olivia was blushed a bright crimson under her long blonde tresses.
The red went all the way down her front and disappeared under her dress, I expect that her tits were a bright shade of pink.
“Yeah, she has that effect on people.”
“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t behave that way at work, she just beautiful. I’m sorry, I won’t let it happen again.”
“Well if it does, just make sure she knows that you’re doing it.”
She looked at me like I’d grabbed her ass.
“I’m serious, it’ll give her confidence a great boost, just keep it tasteful, okay?”
“Okay… If you’re sure it’ll be alright.”
“You don’t know until you try, do you?”
Sarah came out of the office right then and took my arm as we started down the hall. I whispered in her ear and told her about Olivia. She stopped and looked at me, then ran back to Olivia. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching, then pulled Olivia into a deep kiss and slid her tongue down Olivia’s throat. When she pulled back from the kiss, she whispered something in Olivia’s ear as she guided her hand up under her dress, then pulled away and headed back to me. I looked back and saw Olivia’s crimson grow to a much deeper red, then put her fingers in her mouth and closed her eyes.
Sarah and I got on the elevator and when the doors closed she grabbed my arm to hold herself up.
“Shit,” she giggled. “I’ve never done anything like that before. Was that too slutty?”
“Nope, just the right amount of slutty. How’d it feel?”
“It was like sneaking into the house after curfew on date night and not getting caught. It felt…sort of liberating.”
“Good, c’mon let’s get you to your massage.”
On the way to the day spa, Aunt Sarah seemed fidgety and uncomfortable in the seat next to me. I just let it go for the moment and tried to concentrate on something that had occurred to me in Dee Dee’s office.
“Why does the DEA want my car?”
“Technically I think it’s Paul’s car, and it’s probably loaded with drugs.”
“You think he put the drugs in before I left home?!?”
“I do. I think he loaded the stuff into your car whenever you went out on errands and had someone with a spare key swap the stuff for the money they owed while you were out of sight. Then he could just pull the cash out after you got home and were inside the house.”
“That fucker! I’m glad you called the DEA on him.” She said this as she dropped her car key on the console between us.
“How did you know that?”
“I have my ways. When were you going to tell me?”
“As soon as I knew that the divorce process was past the point of no return. I meant what I said about no more secrets, but I never agreed to share immediately.”
“Like I said earlier, you’re sneaky.”
“Thank you.”
She smiled and reached over and took my hand in hers.
“In the vein of not keeping secrets Aunt Sarah, you should know that Dee Dee has a crush on you, and wants to ask you out on a date after your divorce is final.”
“She told you that?”
“She did. And apparently you get her hot, just looking at her and touching her hand. I can only imagine what you’re going to do to her when your tongue touches her.”
“Well…I’m sort of looking forward to finding out.”
“So… she makes you hot too then.” It was a statement, not a question.
Sarah didn’t say anything, she just drew my hand up under her dress and guided my fingers to her crotch. As soon as I felt how wet she was, I slid my middle finger in and cupped her pussy.
“OH! I didn’t expect…ungh… you to do that.” She pressed my hand hard against herself and started grinding her mound against my hand.
“OH FUCK!!” She screamed as she pulled my hand away and replaced it with her own. She had her dress up to her hips so she had a clear view of her pussy. She shoved three of her own fingers into herself and came in the front seat of my car in downtown traffic.
She fell back against the seat as her orgasm drifted off. Her head lolled toward me and I could see her eyes focus on me again.
“I got so horny at Dee Dee’s office, I had to do that. I promise to clean the seats.”
“It’s okay Sarah, small price to pay for the show. But tell me something.”
“Hmmm?” She was still in the afterglow of her orgasm.
“Where’s your thong?”
She got a mischievous look in her eye then coyly put one of her cum covered fingers in her mouth and smiled around it at me and said. “I gave it to Dee Dee when I went back in her office.”
“Holy shit, Sarah, step right out there why don’t you.”
“I know it was impulsive. I thought about just planting a kiss on her, but instead I told her that I thought she was hot and I wanted to make sure she knew it. Then I handed her my wet thong to prove it and just turned and left before she could say anything or I could take it back and chicken out.”
“Congratulations Aunt Sarah. You’ve become a truly brave and sexual creature, and I’m proud of you.”
She just smiled and closed her eyes certainly thinking about Dee Dee and her actions, so we rode the rest of the way in silence.
We got to the day spa and I walked Sarah to the door. I saw Rachel and Crissy waiting for her at reception, so I just waved and headed back to my car. That’s when I saw the black SUV parked about 5 cars behind me. Dealing with the government always had drawbacks, so I figured it was the DEA making sure I made good on my promise to Diane. Nothing says inconspicuous like a jet black SUV with tinted windows.
My phone rang as I climbed into my car.
“Hello?”
“Mr. McLaren, this is Agent Venetti with the DEA. I just wanted to let you know that we’re about 10 minutes from your house.”
“Excellent, I’m about the same distance out, so if I beat you there, I’ll leave the gate open for you. Otherwise I’ll see you shortly.”
“Thank you Mr. McLaren.”
I hung up and headed home. I made good time and beat them to the house. They arrived shortly after I parked my car.
Agent Venetti got out of her cruiser, she was about 5’4”, jet black hair and brown eyes. She had a well built and well toned figure, and looked like she took no shit from anybody. She walked over to me with the typical government agent swagger trying to intimidate me and take the alpha role. I don’t take that kind of shit from people, especially when they’re visiting my home.
“Mr. McLaren, thank you for letting us take possession of our case evidence.” Her sarcasm dripped from her mouth along with her words. She stopped in front of me and left her mirrored shades on while she searched my face. I could tell she was searching my eyes so I let a little of the trained killer that lives inside me to slide into my gaze.
“Agent Venetti, if you think to impress me with your manners, you might want to try again. If you think I’m going to let you come onto my property and try to intimidate me, you should re-evaluate that approach too. I don’t intimidate easily, and I won’t take any shit from you. So if these get you moving and get out of my driveway, then go.” I never once broke eye contact as I handed the keys to her and I could see that she was the one getting uncomfortable.
“Thank you. I will need you and your Aunt to come in and give us prints so we can exclude you from the investigation.” She was starting to piss on my shoes, next she was going to tell me it was raining.
“That’s not going to happen, Agent Venetti. Both my prints and Sarah’s are already on file. Just use them.”
“Why would they be on file?” She asked suspiciously.
“Because Agent, my Aunt Sarah is a public school teacher, printing is required in this state, and mine are on file with the military. Your evidence is loaded, so you can leave now, and before you show your face, your ass or your badge around here again, you better have a warrant or an apology. Now get off my land.”
I didn’t wait for a response from her, I just turned and headed for the garage to get my car. By the time I got back up to the house, she and her crap were gone. So I just headed for Dee Dee’s office. Venetti had better get those papers back to Dee Dee in short order, because I really didn’t want to have to hunt her down.
Diane called me as I got to Dee Dee’s office and told me that they’d found two kilos of crystal meth in the spare tire well of the car, as well as small bag with cash in it. I don’t know how much, and I don’t care, it should help both Venetti’s case and hopefully her attitude too. Diane also promised to have the papers shipped to Dee Dee the next day by special messenger.
I parked the car, but that little voice in the back of my head was screaming at me. The problem was it was screaming gibberish, and I couldn’t translate it yet. As I got out of the car, I noticed that same black SUV from this morning parked on the far side of the structure. Fuck me running.
I headed up to see Dee Dee, if the fucking feds wanted to talk to me, then they better do it nicely because I wasn’t in any mood to play nice with government dweebs.
I got up to the firm’s offices and found them empty, with just the lights in the hall leading to Dee Dee’s office still lit. I headed down the hall, and found Olivia’s workstation closed up for the night, so I knocked on Dee Dee’s door.
Olivia answered the door dressed in a French Maid costume, complete with spike heels, fishnets and the little hat on top. The eye-popper was that her costume had no cups for her breasts, so they were out in the open wearing chained nipple clamps that looked very uncomfortable.
“Mr. McLaren, it’s so good to see you again. Ms. Deirdre is expecting you.” She stepped back and let me into the office. I went over and sat in front of Dee Dee’s desk as Olivia went to the bar and poured a whiskey and set it carefully on Dee Dee’s desk, then she turned to me.
“Can I get you anything, sir?”
“Thank you no, Olivia.” She curtseyed to me, then to Dee Dee and then I watched her walk across the room.
Her outfit was short enough that her ass cheeks were completely uncovered, and they were bright red. She’d been spanked and very recently, judging by the brightness and the sheen of her own juices drying on the inside of her thighs. She stood at attention with her hands behind her back at the bar until she was summoned again.
“Interesting over time policy you have, Deirdre.”
“Olivia is a special case. She knows that she’s not supposed to ogle the clients, but sometimes she forgets and needs to be reminded.”
“Ungh!!!”
I looked over at Olivia, and saw her struggling to stay standing as her knees gave out. Her hand clutched at her crotch momentarily, and then she pulled her hands back as if she remembered where she was. She tried to stand up, but it was difficult, her legs were not wanting to cooperate, then suddenly she relaxed and stood. I looked over at Dee Dee, she was holding a small wireless remote, and I understood.
“So, how long since you’ve allowed her an orgasm?”
“Just about long enough. Should we discuss your business?”
“That would be great, then I can let you get back to your ‘employee re-training.’”
She smiled wickedly at me and touched the remote again and Olivia dropped to her knees almost instantly.
“UNGH…UNGH…” Olivia’s hands were balled into fists at her sides, trying with everything she was worth to not touch herself. She looked at me as if I were going to do something to help her, but I was enjoying the show far too much to interfere, so…I shook my head gently from side to side, never breaking eye contact. She rolled her eyes into her head, moaning as the vibrator worked its magic.
Dee Dee got up and walked over to Olivia and looked down at her assistant. She pulled a ball gag and a set of handcuffs from the bar. She locked the handcuffs around Olivia’s wrists in front of her, and then put the gag in her mouth.
“Now Olivia, you may play with your pussy all you want while Mr. McLaren is here, you’re also allowed to make yourself cum as many times as you want to, but as soon as he leaves, you have to stop. Am I clear?”
Olivia nodded enthusiastically and bowed her head to Dee Dee.
“The last thing is, the plug in your ass stays running the whole time. Have fun.”
Olivia immediately rolled over onto her knees, face on the floor and presented her ass to us. She spread her legs as far as she could, and shoved two then three fingers into her pussy and began pumping herself toward orgasmic bliss.
“That should keep her occupied enough to allow us to talk. Now, what can I do for you David?” Her tone was professional and businesslike, despite the horny assistant grunting and writhing on her office floor.
“Have you changed the passwords on all of the accounts yet?”
“Yes, I have them written down and stored as you requested, here’s your copy.” She pulled the sheet from a client folder in the center of her desk and handed it to me.
“I want to set up trust funds for 5 people. Sarah, Christina, her partner Niki, Teri and Emily.”
“What about Rachel?”
“Rachel has her own money at this point, so she’s set. I also want my will to read that everything that I have is to be divided equally between all four sisters, Niki, and Emily. I’ll want to set up a few gifts here and there, but that should take care of the majority of it.”
“I’ll draw it up, make me a list of the other gifts and I’ll bring it by the house when it’s ready.”
“Perfect.” I looked over at Olivia and watched her fisting herself as she grunted and sloshed her way to yet another orgasm. She pushed her hand deep inside herself one last time before her entire body went rigid and she fell over. Her hand slid out of her when she fell, but she jammed it back in as soon as she could with the desperation of someone dying of thirst grabbing for the last bottle of water. She pounded her pussy as hard as she could, right through the crest of her orgasm, then as she slowed her attack, another orgasm slammed down on her and all she could do was grab her pussy with both hands and shove as many fingers into herself as she could. She ground her clit into her hands as the second orgasm crested and she slowed her assault.
“That reminds me, are you feeling any better about our talk earlier?”
“I am as a matter of fact. Sarah helped to put my mind at ease before she left earlier.”
“She told me she’d tried to make her feelings about you known before she left. She was really scared that she’d shocked you, but obviously that’s not the case.”
Dee Dee pulled a large manila envelope out of her desk draw and tried to hand it to me.
“I have something I’d like to give Sarah in return for her gift, would you be willing to pass it to her for me?”
“Why don’t you just come by for dinner tonight and give it to her yourself?”
“That would be wonderful, are you sure I won’t be an imposition?”
“Absolutely not, Rachel usually has dinner around 8, and by all means feel free to bring your playmate if you wish. Will that work for you?”
She looked over at Olivia beginning to masturbate again.
“We can be wrapped up here by then, certainly. Count me in.”
“Perfect, I’ll tell Rachel. Well, I think that’s it for me for now, see you tonight Dee Dee.” I got up and moved over to Olivia. I stood looking down at her and she looked up at me as I bent down to look in her eyes. She had a look of pure unadulterated pleasure and lust on her face.
“Are you close again, Olivia dear?” I asked as I traced a finger around the curve of her breast closest to me.
She nodded and renewed her masturbating with her entire hand disappearing into her pussy.
“Well, let’s see if I can help you along before I leave, shall we?”
She nodded her head up and down vigorously enough to shake her sweat from her hair.
“You just keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll see what I can do.”
She nodded again.
I traced both breasts lightly with my fingertip. Then I looped her nipple clamp chain around my index finger and pulled it slowly away from her body lifting her breasts by her nipples. I eased them back down when she began screaming into her ball gag. Then as soon as she calmed down and caught her breath, I pulled them up again. We kept going like this until Olivia’s eyes widened and her orgasm started, then I reached down and removed the clamps from her nipples.
She screamed into her gag one more time as her orgasm peaked with the pain in her nipples. I dropped the clamps then rubbed her tits and thumbed her nipples until her orgasm subsided. Her breathing was deep and labored, and she looked exhausted, but satisfied.
Dee Dee turned off the vibrator in Olivia’s ass, and helped her to her feet. She left the handcuffs in place, but took out the ball gag. Olivia flexed her jaw muscles, and whispered something to Dee Dee, who nodded her ascent.
Dee Dee stepped to the side and Olivia came up to me, threw her arms over my neck and planted her lips on mine, sliding her tongue into my mouth.
“Thank you Mr. McLaren, thank you for that.” She whispered to me after she broke the kiss.
“You’re very welcome, Olivia. Happy I was here to lend a hand, or a finger.” I laughed lightly as I said this.
Olivia reached down and coated two of her fingers with her girl cum and offered them up to me like a servant offers fruit to her master.
I took her hand and sucked her juices from her fingers. She tasted sweet and delicious, and I felt honored that she wanted to share herself with me so I licked her entire hand and all of her fingers clean. I looked at her as her eyes were rolling back into her head.
“Thank you, Olivia. You are delicious. And thank you, Dee Dee for sharing this with me.” I said as I gestured toward Olivia, now moving back to stand next to Dee Dee.
“It was our pleasure, David. See you tonight at dinner.” Dee Dee said, she kissed Olivia, and then walked me to the door.
I left her office, and headed down to the parking ramp. As I got off the elevator and approached my car, there was a long box on the trunk of my car, it was painted with a desert camo motif. I was instantly pissed, that someone would do something like that, then I looked more closely at the box, and I realized that I recognized it. I opened the box and there was the old man’s .40 caliber sniper rifle, along with a Sig .40 hand gun along with a couple boxes of hollow point ammo for the hand gun and full metal jackets for the rifle. There was only one way in hell that this rifle could be here.
I grabbed the Sig and made sure the clip inside was loaded, and I pulled one cartridge for the rifle out and put it in my pocket. Then I turned to find the black SUV rolling up behind me. I lifted the handgun as I came up to the driver’s side window and pointed it at the driver’s left eye.
“Hands on the dash, both of you, or you’re done.” After some hesitation, they both put their hands on the dashboard. “If you move, detailing won’t clean what’s left. Am I clear?” Both men nodded and looked straight ahead.
These words were barely out of my mouth when the back door opened and my ‘dead’ father stepped out of the back of the truck. I just stared at him in disbelief. Then all the bullshit came flooding back and I couldn’t think of anything to do except cock the hammer on the pistol.
“Whoa, David, wait a minute now. Let me explain.”
“What’s to explain old man? Why you lied to me? Why you lied to Teri, or maybe why you kept all those things from Rachel and her sisters? Maybe why you kept me from my own DAUGHTER for the last 10 years?!? Go ahead motherfucker, explain it to me, I can’t wait to hear it!!”
“I meant about my being alive. I don’t have anything to say about the other stuff.”
He moved to come around the door, but I took a step to the side to maintain safe distance between us. I’d just as soon shoot him as to fight him hand to hand.
“WitSec?!? Seriously?!?” I glanced at the guys in the front seats, they just nodded slowly and kept their hand on the dash. I looked back at the old man.
“Get back in the car before I shoot your already dead ass.” He didn’t’ move, so I pulled the trigger and blew the far back window out of the Fed’s truck. The old man wasn’t expecting that, he jumped when the glass shattered, then looked at me. I couldn’t tell if it was fear or respect, but I really didn’t care at that moment.
“Okay, David I’m getting back in now.” He climbed into the back seat, and I moved in close to him and put the weapon against his neck just below his ear.
“You twitch and I will shoot you.” There was a woman in the back seat with him, a raven haired woman, thin, big tits and every bit as young as me if not just a little younger. I looked at her, then back at him.
“You probably thought you owed me some sort of explanation, but since you and I have differing opinions about what you need to explain, we don’t have anything to discuss, so you’re going to go ahead and get on with your new life, and forget all about us. Forever!”
I looked over at the woman sitting next to him with her hand clutching the old man’s.
“I certainly hope you’re completely committee to this, because it’s only a matter of time before you do something to disappoint him. Grab your happiness as fast as you can and for as long as you can, but know this: It will end and it will be your fault, at least in his eyes.”
I looked back at the old man and pulled the rifle cartridge from my pocket and dropped it into his shirt pocket.
“If I ever see you again, hear about you coming back, or even suspect that you’ve sniffing around my family, my friends or my life EVER again, I will paint the sky with your blood. Do you understand me?”
He didn’t answer, so I jammed the gun into his neck a little more to emphasis my point.
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”
“Yes.” He finally said quietly.
I backed away from the truck and shut the back door, then moved to the driver’s window.
“Watch him closely, Marshall, I wouldn’t want to think that he would be the one to ruin WitSec’s spotless record. If anyone will go ‘off reservation’, it’ll be him.”
He started to say something, but the look in my eye dissuaded him from sharing his thought. I pointed the weapon down and dropped the hammer closed. He started the truck and they drove away.
I picked up the ejected cartridge then went across to dig the slug out of the wall, mostly out of habit, then went back and put everything away and loaded the gun case into the trunk. I just stood there shaking with enough rage to bite a chain and spit out nails. I barely noticed Dee Dee and Olivia come up behind me with building security in tow.
“David, are you alright? We heard gunfire, what’s going on?”
“Just an engine backfiring. Sorry guys, it looks like somebody broke a window or something over here.”
I don’t think they bought the whole backfire story, but they couldn’t prove anything else, and weren’t looking to argue with me since it seemed everyone was safe and any danger that might have been was gone now.
I pulled Dee Dee aside when the guards went for maintenance and said, “Dee Dee, this is critical, the passwords on all the accounts got changed right? Just like you told me you did? Rachel’s too?”
“Yes Davey, I did them all personally, and kept no electronic records, as you requested, on paper and only two copies. I’ll bring Rachel’s to her tonight.”
“And your copy, it’s not on the premises right?” My paranoia was running high, hard and fast.
“It’s exactly where you asked me to put it and I’m the only other person that knows where it is. What’s this all about? You’re starting to concern me more than a little.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to frighten you. I just needed to be sure.”
“It’s done, Davey, I promise.”
Maintenance showed up right then and cleaned up the glass from behind my car, so I could leave. We watched them clean up and go without another word between us. I was starting to calm down some, and the shakes were subsiding. Olivia reached up and put her hand on my arm, and looked into my eyes.
“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Olivia asked as we watched the guys leave.
“Yeah, just…nothing. I better get going, besides, I have to tell Rachel you two are coming to dinner.”
They both looked more than a little skeptical, but didn’t say anything else. I waved at them as they moved toward their cars and I climbed into mine.
I headed home to find Rachel and the girls home from their massages. I assumed they’d be relaxing at the pool, so I went around the house to tell Rachel about dinner.
“Hey Davey.” Rachel called as I came up to the pool.
“Hey, is there any problem with Dee Dee and Olivia coming for dinner with us tonight?” It was really hard to keep my voice even and calm.
“No problem at all, we’re having company anyway, so there’ll be plenty.”
“Cool. Um…who’s the company?”
She stood up and kissed me and wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, searching for something.
“They’re in the living room, c’mon.”
She led me into the house, and I could see Crissy and Sarah get up to follow us into the house. Something was up.
Rachel led me into the living room, and there was Teri standing in front of the sofa dressed in a pair of jeans and an un-tucked button up shirt. Christ she was beautiful, her hair pulled back into a single braid that end just below her shoulder blades. She looked so much like the other girls, I wondered how I could have missed it when I was younger. Maybe I didn’t on some level, and that’s why I was drawn to her: She looked so much like Rachel did when I first met her that she could have been her twin. As much as the other girls looked like Rachel, Teri was practically a dead ringer for her.
It’s hard to put into words just how it feels when you see the first girl you were sure you loved, smiling in front of you after 10 years of believing she hated you. I could feel myself start to shake as the anticipation, anxiety and fear all took hold of my breath and my pulse so close on the heels of the incident in the parking ramp, I could hardly breathe. But seeing Teri there in front of me, all the anger and rage flooded away and were gone in that single moment. All I could do was stand there and take in the beauty of this woman.
Rachel put her hand on my lower back and whispered to me, “Go on, Davey. She’s really there.”
I looked at Rachel and all I could do was nod stupidly. She had tears in her eyes, and she pushed me gently toward Teri.
“Hey you.” Teri said, breaking the spell, and all I could do was move up to her and take her into my arms and hug her close to me. I was afraid that she was going to disappear. She hugged me back, matching my desperation with her own embrace. I heard her let out a sigh of relief, like she’d been holding her breath since the last time we’d seen each other. I knew how she felt. I was still holding my breath.
She kissed my neck, and I could feel her tears touch my skin. That was all it took, I let out my own sigh of relief, and let the tears flow down my face.
“Teri, I am so sorry. So very sorry you were put through all of this, can you ever forgive me?”
“Shhh…you have nothing to apologize for. There’s nothing to forgive. You didn’t know the truth, you couldn’t possibly have known or we would have been together sooner.”
I pulled my head back and looked at her, taking in every feature of her face, and seeing all of the pain, all of the joy and all of the life that she’d led to this point. She was so beautiful. I reached up and cupped her head in my hand and pulled her into a kiss. Her hands came up and cradled my face as she returned my kiss and slid her tongue into my mouth, searching for its long lost partner. When they found each other, the results were amazing. 10 years fell away, and we were the only ones in the room. The kiss seemed to last for only a few moments, but it felt comfortable enough to have been 10 years long.
We both started running our hands over each other’s bodies, fumbling with and unbuttoning clothing, trying desperately to get at one another’s bodies. Rachel came up beside us and put her arms around us both. We broke the kiss, and just stared at each other searching each other’s faces still trying to memorize everything we saw there.
“I know this has been a long time coming, and you two probably want to be alone, but there’s someone else here that wants to see you David.”
I looked at Rachel, and she was all smiles. I turned back to Teri and she was grinning at me like the Cheshire Cat. She nodded her head, and motioned behind me.
I turned around, and standing beside Sarah, holding her hand was this beautiful, healthy little girl smiling from ear to ear. Sarah was beaming as she gently led the little girl toward me.
“Are you Emily?” I asked as I knelt in front of the child.
“Yes, are you really my daddy?” She was looking at me with wide curious eyes with a little hesitation mixed in, but always there was her mother’s smile shining at me. She kept a firm grip on Sarah’s hand and looked up at Teri as she stepped up next to us. Teri smiled down at her and nodded to Emily that it was true and okay to be happy.
Emily looked up at Sarah and let go of her hand. Sarah’s tears were flowing freely down her face, as were all of her sisters’.
Emily took one small step toward me then leapt into my arms and hugged me with all of her might.
“I’ve missed you Daddy!”

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