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WHO WEARS THE PANTS IN FAMILY

Mike was going to be married to Karen, so his father sat him down for a little fireside chat……
He says, “Mike, let me tell you something. On my wedding night in our honeymoon suite, I took off my pants and handed them to your mother, and said, “Here – try these on.” She did and said, “These are too big, I can’t wear them.”
I replied, ‘Exactly. I wear the pants in this family and I always will.’ Ever since that night we have never had any problems.”
“Hmmm,” says Mike. He thinks that might be a good thing to try.
On his honeymoon, Mike takes off his pants and says to Karen, “Here try these on.”
She does and says, “These are too large, they don’t fit me.”
Mike says, “Exactly. I wear the pants in this family and I always will, and I don’t want you to ever forget that.”
Then Karen takes off her pants and hands them to Mike and says, “Here you try on mine.”
He does and says, “I can’t get into your pants.” Karen says, “Exactly. And if you don’t change your smart ass attitude, you never will.”

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Fantasy

Harry Potter Loves You Part 2

Part two: Making it up.
Hermione walked down the stairs, to the main floor. Here, Harry had rebuilt the house on an open plan. Almost without exception, every part of this floor could be seen from every other. It made for a rather intimate setting, regardless where one was. The kitchen and dining areas were joined across a granite topped bar that seated four. Both could be seen from the lounge through an arch wide enough to encompass parts of both rooms. The deeply carpeted lounge itself was sunken about thirty centimeters, and was about five or so, metres by seven, accessible by steps on three sides, and surrounded by a one and a half metre, polished maple walkway all the way around it. A wall of glass panels, framed by red cedar allowed access to the back porch, which faced the west, and usually provided a glorious sunset almost every evening.
“Harry?” Hermione walked into Harry’s kitchen. Winky was standing by just as she’d promised. Harry was busily…too busily…tending something in a pan.
She stepped across the kitchen, and touched his arm lightly. He immediately stiffened. It wasn’t rejection, really, but Hermione was rather put out anyway.
“Harry, we need to talk.” She took his arm in hers, and drew him from the stove. Harry came along, but more like a puppet than a man. Hermione was worried. In all the years she’d known him, he’d never been this tractable before. Harry normally resisted anything that he didn’t like. It was what had gotten him through his battle with Voldemort, and unfortunately what had kept him from finding a job. He had enough money to last his lifetime, and several dozen more, but that wasn’t the point. Harry wasn’t the type to go meekly into anything. Most employers hated that attitude, especially as it was usually accompanied by his refusal to endorse their particular cause. It had gotten him a nasty reputation as being ‘unreasonable’.
Hermione understood where the rebellion had come from, and why. She cursed the names ‘Dursley’ and ‘Dumbledore’ with all her heart. But this compliance was troublesome, and yet she knew why.
Now, however, he seemed like a little scare boy, afraid he done something wrong, she had to clear the air.
“Harry, please sit with me. I have to talk with you.” Hermione pleaded, dragging him toward the lounge.
“But the…” Harry protested, gesturing helplessly toward the scallops he’d been sautéing in wine.
“Winky will handle it. Come with me. Please?”
Harry nodded his head and surrendered the spatula to Winky, who accepted it happily. The two of them left the kitchen and entered the sunken lounge. They sat on the overstuffed couch, side by side.
“Harry” Hermione began. “I discovered something awful, today.”
The tone of her voice, alerted Harry to a real problem. He turned his head sharply and took her hands in his. Inwardly Hermione smiled, seeing his instinctive need to protect others, especially Her she knew.
“What’s wrong, Hermione? Is there anything I can do?”
“Actually, yes. Ron came home today, Harry. He’d been drinking. He kissed me hard, pulled my clothing off, and threw me on the bed, where he proceeded to shag me rotten.”
His body dropped “Hermione, this is something I really don’t want to hear about.” The pain in Harry’s voice was plain. Hermione hated herself for thrusting this into his face so abruptly, but she knew he’d have to know. He made a move to get up. Only her clutching his hands prevented it. Feeling how tight she held him, he looked at her questioningly. She could tell he was hurting, but knew if she tried to comfort him, the way he lower his head, he’d only pull away again. She had to finish what she started, although it was hurting both of them.
“Harry, I’m not saying this to hurt you. Really, I’m not. It’s all a part of this. Look at me”
Harry hesitated a moment, then: “All right, then.” He still sounded doubtful, slowly looked her in the eyes, She choked, She could see the pain in his eyes, he gestured her to continue.
“Harry, afterwards, when he was falling asleep, he had a smile on his face…a rather nasty smile, actually. I asked him why. He was too sleepy and likely too drunk to censor what he was saying. Well to make a long story short… Harry, in sixth year, Ron threw your note to me into the fire. He told me that you were gay, and that’s why you weren’t interested in me!”
“He told you I was gay? Ron started that rumor!?!” His shoulders jerked in angry, but dropped again and dropped his eyes. Damn this is hurting him.
“Yes.” She whispered. “Harry, that’s the only reason I went with him and not you. I have always loved you, you saved my life, after all, but I felt if you had no feelings for me, other than as a best friend, I would be that best friend. I wouldn’t intrude on your romantic life. I didn’t know at the time you were really interested in me. Ron lied to me”
“Hermione, I wasn’t just ‘interested’ in you. I’m in love with you. I have been almost from the first. I just couldn’t…” Harry quietly managed to say
“Couldn’t what, Harry.” She asked quietly, knowing the answer before he spoke it. “Tell me you loved me, or take me from Ron?”
“Either. Hermione, realizing if I were to declare my love for you before I learned to occlude my mind, ol’ Voldyface would have it out of me in a minute. He’d take you and he’d torture you, hurt you, possibility to death, just to get me to lie down and die. And I would have, I would rather die than let anything happen to you. As for the other, Ron’s one of my two best mates. He’s been my mate since before we got to know you. He was the very first friend my own age I ever had. I couldn’t just ruin his happiness because I was jealous.”
“Why not, Harry. That’s exactly what he did!”
“I know. I know that now, but, Hermione, I didn’t know that until now. Don’t you see?”
“Yes, you unselfish, over-giving idiot!” She growled. “I understand entirely too well. You seem to feel everyone in the world has the right to be loved… except you!”
In one swift movement, Hermione had straddled Harry’s lap and had his head trapped in her hands, and her mouth glued to his. Harry struggled until her tongue entered his mouth. Then, feeling the kiss for the first time. Tasting Hermione, for the first time, massaging her tongue with his, for the first time. All thoughts of resistance evaporated from his head. Harry wrapped his arms around her body and returned the kiss, as he wanted to give her for so long!
Now it was Hermione’s chance to be shocked. She’d never thought Harry could kiss this well. It was nothing like with Ron. Ron was an excellent kisser, and all, but there was always something missing. Now, it felt…right! It felt like this was the something she’d been without…and for far too long! She could feel his soul, his love. Below, she also felt another response. She sighed happily into his mouth knowing he really did have feelings for her.
Harry broke the kiss. Hermione moaned in loss, until he whispered: “Dobby’s coming.”
Hermione slipped off his lap, leaving an unfortunate indicator of their interrupted passion. Harry adjusted himself as discretely as possible, and they faced each other, once more.
“This isn’t over, Harry, my love, later, I am going to show you exactly how deserving of love you really are.” she thought to herself ‘eat you’re going to need your strength’.
Dobby entered and announced “dinner“. Harry stood, and held out his hand. Hermione took it, and rose as well. Together, they entered the dining room.
Dinner was a quiet and peaceful time. What Harry had begun, Winky had finished. They ate scallops in a buttery wine sauce, a tossed pasta and fruit salad in a tart vinaigrette, glazed baby carrots with tarragon, fresh baked bread and a nice light ale. Hermione made sure to keep the topics of discussion light.
When they’d finished, Harry and Hermione adjourned to the lounge. Winky brought coffee and biscuits then vanished. Hermione could see the elves polishing the kitchen, thoroughly. Although she could see Dobby speaking to his mate, she couldn’t hear anything, and assumed the elves had cast a silencing charm over the doorway.
Harry poured their coffees, fixing each cup the way they took it. Hermione’s had milk and a bit of honey. Harry took his black, with, as Hermione always said, far too much sugar.
Music played from concealed speakers. This piece was a minor piano concerto by Tchaikovsky. Harry’s taste in music ran a rather eclectic gamut. He had ABBA, AC/DC, and Blue Oyster Cult, as well as Weird Al and Cheech & Chong . Beethoven, Brahms, Mozart and Prokofiev stood on the shelf beside The Beatles, Aerosmith, Pink Floyd, and ELO. Rachmaninoff and Shostakovich shared the shelf with Louis Armstrong and The Who. A Tina Turner album leaned up against a rare collection of Igor Stravinsky
They sipped their coffees in comfortable silence, content to just let the soothing music wash through their souls.
Hermione set her cup on the coffee table. She took his and said: “That was a lovely dinner, Harry. And now, I owe you a major apology.” She set his cup beside hers, and again, climbed onto his lap. She tugged her sensible woolen skirt up to free her legs.
Harry was pleasantly surprised to see that the knickers Hermione wore that evening, were rather translucent, showing her nest of light brown curls quite well. What got him, though, were the words written across the front of the panty. They read: “If you are reading this, this is your lucky day!” He recognized the silly gift he’d given to her for her and Ron’s anticipated wedding night.
This time, she just held his head gently. “Harry. I’m sorry. I never knew you felt this way about me. If I had, I promise, Ron would never have stood a chance.”
“Hermione.” Harry protested quietly. “You don’t owe me an apology. Ron told me you wanted him. I decided then, that if you only wanted me as a friend, I would be the best friend I could be. I never meant to…”
“I know, Harry. Believe it or not, Ron put it best. He said: “He’s too bloody noble!” Tonight, I don’t want you to be noble. Just my Love”
As she was speaking, Hermione had been slowly rocking her hips, pressing down rather firmly onto Harry’s increasingly blood filled organ. Harry groaned at the wonderful stimulation she was giving. He gripped her hips tightly in order to stop the torment. Hermione was having none of it, however. She grabbed his hands and firmly pressed them to her breasts. From the feel, he knew she wore nothing under the silk blouse. Her harden nipples felt fantastic
Wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck, she pressed her lips to his, invading his mouth and gently caressing his tongue. Together, they fought a peaceful battle for the available space.
Breaking the kiss, only when the desperate need for oxygen required it, Hermione whispered: “Hang on, tight!” and apparated them both to Harry’s room, sans her clothing! As Hermione had never seen Harry nude, she had to do it the old fashioned way. Still, his stripping was done with extreme dispatch. She literally tore his shirt open, scattering buttons every which way, and swiftly had his belt undone and his trousers around his ankles. She yanked down his briefs and pushed him forcibly backwards onto the bed. Harry, finally getting a clue, kicked off his shoes and wriggled out of his pants.
Before Harry knew what was what, Hermione had straddled him again, grasped his now, rock-hard erection and impaled herself.
Harry growled his pleasure as the tight, hot and wet silken glove encased him fully.
For Hermione’s part, she cried out, eyes wide, as she discovered the ‘difference’ between Ron and Harry. Harry was quite a bit thicker and somewhat longer as well. ‘I guess it’s good to be short!’ She thought happily, squealing softly, as she rose and fell again, stretching tissues within her that Ron had never reached.
Harry wasn’t a virgin by any means. He’d had several women; muggles all, before he’d realized that they’d all left him cold. The sex was OK, but there was always something missing. Something vital.
Actually, it was a woman named Bethany Somethingorother, who clued him in.
Harry clearly recalled the post-coital conversation with the short, curly brown-haired teacher.
“What’s she like?” She had asked.
“Hmmm?” Harry replied, rather drifting. “Whazzat?”
“What’s this woman like? She obviously means a great deal to you, Jim, or you wouldn’t be trying so hard to replace her. Did she die in your war?” Bethany traced one of the many scars that crossed Harry’s chest.
“No. She’s alive.”
“What’s her name?”
“Hermione.”
“Pretty.”
“Yes, she is.”
“You love her.” It was not a question.
“Yes.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because, she’s with someone.”
“Someone you know?”
“Yea, my best mate.” Bethany sat up and eyed him oddly.
“Does she love you?”
“I used to think so. But things changed a few years ago.”
“What changed?”
“I wish I knew. I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend. I wanted to surprise her, so I asked Ron to give her a note asking her to meet me in the Room of Requi…well, a room in our school. She never showed. The next day, things changed between us. It all got…strange. Ron told me she had chosen him. Somehow, I must have scared her off.”
Bethany had climbed off the bed and dressed. Now she sat down beside him. “I can offer you one piece of advise. Find her. Ask her if she loves you.”
“I can’t. Ron loves Hermione, Hermione loves Ron. It wouldn’t be right.”
Bethany drew her knee to her chest. “Do they really love each other? What were they like before they began dating?”
“They rowed all the time. They still do, for that matter. It quite drives us all mad! Sometimes I think that they’re only happy when they’re fighting.”
“Oh, yeah! That sounds like true love to me!” She said sarcastically. “Listen, Harry…” She smiled as his eyes widened. “Yes. I do know who you are. Don’t worry. I won’t be selling an exclusive to The Daily Prophet.”
“Wouldn’t do you any good. I own a controlling interest in the paper. I bought the stock, first thing after I killed Voldemort, so they’d stop printing all that rubbish! I’d lived with it for most of my life, and I’d gotten rather sick of it!”
Bethany laughed brightly. “Harry, The only thing I can say is this: Go find her. Talk to her. I think, from what little you’ve told me, that there’s a bigger story here than you might know.” She stood, leaned over, and kissed him on the forehead, turned and walked out the door, leaving a pensive Harry Potter sitting on the bed in a small hotel in Kent.
Now, Harry had no such difficulty. With Hermione he found the ‘spark’ he’d been missing.
It was not sweet. It was not gentle. It was fiercely passionate. It was driving and pounding and violent and harsh!!! It was all that and it was much, much more. It was Hermione’s declaration of her unrelenting love for Harry. It was a sincere apology for his treatment at her hands…unknowing or not. And it was a promise. A promise for the future for them.
Harry didn’t last long. It had been a long while since Bethany, after all. Hermione fared little better. She’d gotten so worked up knowing she was going to have the boy…no, the man, that she’d wanted for so long. When Harry-the-man, stood aside, and Harry-the-beast, took control, Hermione unleashed her own animal to greet him.
They came within moments of each other. Harry climaxed first, with a strangled cry. He clutched her to him her in almost a death grip, with his face buried in the side of her neck. There was not a single inch of him that was not mashed into her so tightly they seemed to be one person! Hermione held Harry as tightly, reveling in the feel of his seed pulsing into her, feeling the over abundance of his hot essence being forced back between her inner wall and his wondrous cock, there as so much and with such a force it was gushing from her.
“Oh, God!” Hermione cried. She forced her head to the side and found Harry’s mouth waiting. Her own climax began as his began to subside. What surprised Hermione the most, was the White warm loving aura that encompassed them, as she came, shaking and shuddering, panting and sweating, Hermione rejoiced as her orgasm ripped through her!
Long minutes later, Hermione lifted her head. Harry gazed into her eyes, with a mixture of shock and love. Hermione saw he was bleeding from his mouth. She’d bitten him in her passion.
“Wow!” Harry whispered. He was astounded by this animal side of his bookish friend. “That was…was…”
“Wonderful!” She breathed.
“Yea.” Harry remained wrapped around her, and she around him.
“Mmmhmmm!” She returned. She kissed his bleeding lip. “I’m sorry, love.” She murmured.
“Don’t be. I’m not.” Harry’s eyes shone with a light she’d not seen in years! It was those lights behind his eyes that had first drawn her, and only now, after the fact, she realized the spark had gone out of those emerald eyes, the day after she had agreed to be Ron’s. Even his dramatic defeat of the greatest evil the wizarding world had known in a century was not enough to restore the glow. Nothing till now.
Hermione returned her mouth to his, probing deeply, tasting his blood on her tongue. She alternated between deep, soulful kisses to his mouth, and soft, languid brushes of her lips on his face and neck. Harry returned the favor in kind, gently pressing his lips wherever he could reach.
Deep within her, Hermione felt Harry begin to stiffen again. Feeling him grow large inside her, she began to slowly, carefully shift her hips.
Now, the panic was gone. The urgency spent. Harry and Hermione began to explore, to touch and caress. This time, it was all it had been before, but not as violent. This time, it was slow and gentle. This time, their loving was just that…loving.
Hermione moaned in pure bliss as frissons of pleasure raced up and down her body.
Harry slowly rolled them over, offering her every opportunity to refuse. Instead, she pulled him down on top of her. Harry moved inside her as slowly, as fully as possible, touching places within her too deeply buried for any other to reach, none would ever reach, save Harry, her love.
Soon enough, her breathing, first grew faster, and then became panting as the pressure built up.
This time, it was Hermione who came first. It was one of her most powerful climaxes ever; especially given that there were no violent thrustings, no pounding or driving. All the strength of this orgasm came from within…from Hermione’s love for Harry, and from Harry’s love for Hermione.
She cried out again, clutching, biting and scratching. Ron used to hate when Hermione bit! Harry seemed to revel in it! Hermione held him tightly to her, arms and legs wrapped around him in a strangling grip. Rather than protest, Harry clutched her just as tightly, his head buried in her neck, and drove more deeply into her.
Hermione stiffened again; her just-finished orgasm, giving rise to another, and another after that and again. Harry continued to thrust with small movements into her body.
Hermione’s internal muscles clenching, with another mind blowing orgasm, she so tightly around his hypersensitive organ, finally pulled Harry over the brink.
Harry grunted, almost in pain, as he spilled into her again. Hermione gasped as she felt herself being filled once more, his seed flooding her insides as it should be.
Panting and gasping, kissing passionately, but not so fervently as before, the lovers slowly calmed.
“That was…” She began.
“Amazing!” He finished her thought.
Soft kisses followed. Gentle touches. strokes. Each seemed to know the thoughts of the other. There were no secrets between them. Each was a soul laid bare.
They rested a bit, simply enjoying the feel of being wrapped warmly around each other. Kisses accompanied. Caresses and sometimes more serious touches followed.
Harry whispered “I Love You, Hermione”
“I Love you too, Harry with all my heart”
Harry grew hard again, and they made love a third time. It was slow and languid…almost lazy, and, although not as explosive as their previous ones, the orgasms was eminently satisfying for Hermione.
Harry didn’t climax this third time, but he enjoyed hers as she did.
Soon afterward, well and truly satisfied, the two young lovers slipped into the welcoming arms of Morpheus.
Hermione woke the next morning in a most delicious manner, slight sore, but oh so happy. Harry, still asleep, was absently caressing her breast, and amazingly enough, he was thrusting gently into her. How he’d entered her in their sleep, she had no idea, but for the time being, Hermione didn’t care, just overjoyed he did. Still, she knew she’d have to wake him, if only so he could do a proper job!
She called softly: “Harry”
Harry opened his eyes, closed them again in sexual bliss, and then snapped them open again in abject horror!
“Oh God! Hermione! I’m so…” He tried to pull away, but Hermione reached behind her and drove her clawed hand into his hip, growling: “You go, you die!”
With her other hand, Hermione grabbed the hand that had been fondling her breast, and pulled him to her. “Don’t you dare be sorry, Harry Potter! I never been awakened so nicely! Now, you get on top of me right this minute and fuck me hard!”
Shocked at her outburst, but never one to refuse a lady, especially Hermione, Harry did as She bade him. Hermione tucked a folded pillow under her and rolled on top of it, pulling Harry with her. The pillow under her hips and her wide-spread legs made her arch upward. She cried out in pleasure as Harry braced his hands on the back of her pelvis and began to thrust intensely.
Hermione had never been taken like this before. Harry’s weight on her arse, combined with his fast, deep, pounding thrusts, quickly drove her to climax after climax!
Hermione buried her face in the pillow and cried out each time an orgasm wracked her petite frame.
Harry drove furiously now, panting and sweating hard, he pounded into her body, his hands braced on the bed beside her.
Suddenly, he stopped.
“Harry! What’s wrong?” Hermione wanted this delicious torment to continue immediately.
“Nothing. Turn over. I want to see your eyes as I make love to you” He withdrew to allow her the freedom to move.
Happily, Hermione complied, wincing as stressed muscles protested. Now, on her back, her knees spread nearly to the mattress. She saw it, for the first time, as she guided him in.
“My God, Harry! You’re huge!”
Harry seated himself in her and resting half on her, and half on his elbows, began to thrust deeply. Emerald eyes sank into cinnamon, as they joined together.
Smiling wickedly, Hermione began to do her Kegals, squeezing him within her. Then she remembered he said make Love to her, Love not shagging, wonderful Love, she moaned in happiness.
Harry gasped in wonderful surprise as she became even tighter around his shaft than before. He now had to force his way in. It seemed Ron had heard about these exercises, and had insisted Hermione practice them, faithfully, so she didn’t ‘loosen up’, as he didn’t want any sloppy pussy!
That comment, had led to a row early on in their relationship, over Ron’s lack of respect towards women in general and Hermione in particular, and had resulted in her staying over at Harry’s place for several days. Needless to say, Ron didn’t get any for a long while! Well from Her! It had also resulted in there being a suite here for her whenever she needed it. She had hated the instruction, more a command, when he’d given it. Now, it looked to be a good thing, Harry seemed to like it.
Harry never let his eyes lose contact with hers, as he drove into her. He knew he was very close. So did Hermione. He felt her hand slip between their bellies, as she sought that special trigger spot. She found it.
Hermione stroked her clitoris expertly, pressing just so. For the very first time, they came almost as one…Harry, with a long, low groan that seemed to be almost a cry, Hermione with soft screams as she shuddered around him.
Harry felt her constrict arrhythmically around him. Now, his control was lost! Burying himself as deeply as possible, he surged into her over and again, just overfilling her again. Never once, did they break eye contact.
Lowering his head Harry joined his lips to hers, exploring her mouth tenderly.
Harry tried to roll to one side to prevent his squishing her, but Hermione was having none of it. She tightened her limbs around him and held on until he simply collapsed on top if her, she needed to feel him on her, needed him to know she could support him and would.
Harry kissed her tenderly. “Good morning, darling.”
“Mmmmm! I feel sooooo yummy! You’ve quite worn me out, Mister Potter.”
“I certainly hope so, Miss Granger. Moreover, I hope to do so again, as often as you will allow.”
“Harry, barring advanced pregnancy, which I hope one day to enjoy, I will allow any time you wish! I love you, Harry. I always have, and I always will.
“Would you marry me?”
“I would if you asked.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes. Of course I will!”
“Thank you” Harry leaned in for another kiss. The kiss of a lifetime, Hermione she felt his love, his very being, his soul moving into her thru that kiss and she returned happily her’s to him.

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True Story

Step Dad Brutally Takes My Virgin Pussy

For those of you who’ve read my previous stories you know that I left home at age 17 and this is the story why. Just to remind you, my name is Lucy and I’m 23, 5ft 5 with long thick blond hair, 32b breasts and I weigh about 110. I haven’t changed much in the last 6 years, my hair is a little shorter and my breast a little fuller, but other than that I’m much the same.

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Playing House

Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Consensual, Drunk/Drugged, Reluctant, Fiction, Sharing, Incest, Mother/Son, Father/Daughter, Humiliation, Rough, First, Masturbation

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I watched my wife with an older man – 6

Foreword: My name is Cleo and you’ll see it on some of the stories posted here. I have also written a few fiction stories posted here, but most of mine are true. I am a Physical Relationships Therapist (sex counselor) and some of the issues I council people on are so-called “deviant” sexually related matters. In many cases, reading about themselves helps some folks cope with their arrant behavior. As a result, I have received many degrading comments about my work from the readers, but enough favorable ones that I will continue to post a few more stories from my case files. In each case, I attempt to recall exact conversations involved to the best of my ability in the interest of accuracy. If you enjoy reading about these people’s lives, please let me know.

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My Polish Neighbour Chapter 4

My Polish Neighbour
Chapter 4
Sorry reader, I have been neglecting Maria again.
When I followed Mum in she had disappeared to her bedroom, probably to change from work. I was conscious she had realised where I had been – at Maria’s and had seen her rather cold stare. Emerging from her bedroom and entering our living room, she came and sat next to me on the sofa. She had shed her work clothes but still wore her stockings, but was braless under her light blue silk dress. Her breasts leaned comfortably against the fabric.
She had recomposed herself and was now smiling at me.
“Well Ian, been round playing with the cats today?” Said with a very teasing smile.
Stuttering I replied, “Yes, sort of Mum.” Not a good reply.
“What’s that mean Ian? Sort of. Not hanky pankying with your Maria are you?”
“No Mum, of course not. She’s too old for me anyway.” It didn’t sound very convincing though.
“So you’ve obviously thought about it?”
“Er no Mum.” She just looked at me quizzically after that and paused whilst I remained very uncomfortable. Putting her arm round my shoulder and drawing me into her breast she responded,
“I hope you still love your Mum and haven’t moved your affections elsewhere. You’re Mum wouldn’t like that.”
“Oh Mum not at all.” I said with total feeling and hugged my free arm round her back, inadvertently pulling her other breast closer to my chest. She returned the hug as we held each other really close. She then relaxed and released me. Her nipples were pronounced and their shape visible through her blouse. I began to get hard again notwithstanding my two cums earlier.
“You know she’s at least my age don’t you.” I had realised my warped logic earlier. She had realised it too but didn’t press it. Just then Dad’s key was turning the front door lock. She quickly got up and went to greet Dad and gave him a hug. That was the end of our tryst for today. They were quickly absorbed in each other and Dad appeared in good mood from work, (something that always affected him – he was very serious about it being a wholesale rep for a drugs company.)
I benefitted from that good mood too. They were always including me in their discussions about each other’s work. I never felt excluded. I watched their closeness and quite intimacy during the evening. Going to bed Mum said she would come and give me a goodnight kiss and I disappeared to my bed careful to leave my bedroom door slightly ajar.
Mum didn’t come to my room and I noted that they were too wrapped in each other to remember. When they went to bed it wasn’t long before I heard Mum’s sighs and moans in her lustful embrace (as I imagined) with Dad. Pretty soon I could hear his grunts. He continued for awhile and then suddenly he lifted his voice (albeit muffled) and then silence.
I had casually been stroking myself listening to their horny fucking but because of the day’s events didn’t feel the urgency. After about twenty minutes I heard footsteps in the hall and Mum was going to the bathroom. I could hear the noise of her pee piercing the water below her. More hardon. On her return she stopped at my door and looked in. Hesitating, not sure if I was asleep, she came quickly to my bedside and sat next to me whilst I lay on my side toward her. She saw I wasn’t asleep. Placing her hand on my shoulder, she bent toward me. In the light from the street lamps I noticed her nightie falling away from her shoulders to reveal her soft breasts pressing against the material. She paused and looked at me then realising I wasn’t asleep leaned further forward to kiss my cheek. I turned my face toward her. My lips were slightly open. Hesitating, she made a move I least expected. Her lips very gently scuffed mine, then slowly grazed over the surface. I tentatively returned her kiss, totally disarmed by her warmth and affection, much more than usual. Suddenly I felt her tongue skim my lips, slowly, unhurried and wet against my lips.
Up to this point I had remained quite passive, gratefully accepting her love. Instinctively I let my tongue touch hers. Her body reacted minutely but I recognised the effect. Our fondling tongues then intertwined relishing each other. My hand came out of the sheet and slipped over her exposed breast, my lust taking over.
In the speediest move she moved back to my cheek, kissed my briefly and got to get up.
“Ian I need to go to bed, goodnight. Sorry I didn’t get here earlier.”
With that she disappeared, the door still ajar, leaving me breathless but not disappointed. I was just going off to sleep even though my hardon was slowly retreating, when I heard quiet moans coming from their bedroom. Dad was fast asleep with his regular breathing obvious. The moans were Mums. They didn’t last long. She came with a restrained but definite high pitch that lasted moments.
My hard on returned as I went to lie on my tummy. I wanked myself onto the sheet totally fixated by the effects of Mums cum. Very quickly I too climaxed onto the bed. Mum must have heard me for I didn’t bother muffling the effects of my cum vocally. I fell asleep totally oblivious of my mess.
After school the next day I wandered home casually knowing that I could let myself in anytime with my own key as both mum and dad would still be working. I let myself in quietly and strolled to the bathroom to relieve myself. However, I heard squishing noise and heard the definite sound of a woman, my mother, pissing what must have been a gushing flow into the bowl below her. Even though I felt horny with that wonderful sound I decided to beat a retreat so as not cause embarrassment for either of us. I returned about ten minutes later more loudly. She opened the door to me as I began to turn the key. She offered to make me tea as she explained she had taken the day off as she had had a hangover from last night.
She was looking very relaxed and rested but seemed somewhat distracted. I didn’t ask.
After about half an hour she disappeared and returned with the sheet from my bed, still unwashed from last night. It had dried cum all over the centre where I had let myself go after listening to her wanking herself to a delicious cum herself last night.
“Well, Ian perhaps you can explain this?” I blushed.
“Ian, whatever happened to the tissues I asked you to use? What am I to do with you? Good job your father doesn’t have to clean up after you.”
That I was glad of. I apologised, but she just smiled at my embarrassment.
After tea mum got up and went with much deliberation to the bathroom. She didn’t shut the door. Then I heard a small but definite gush of piss like an hour ago, that reminded me of how horny it made me then and now. She returned after flushing to join me in the opposite armchair to mine.
“Ian, I don’t need you to beat a retreat every time I go to bathroom to relieve myself.” I blushed profusely again.
Part of my embarrassment was her apparel. She was just wearing a petticoat and apparently little else. No shoes, slippers, bare feet. The petticoat was one of her black ones with two thin straps over her shoulders and no sign of a bra.
“I’m at home Ian. You’re father’s at work and I like to relax. So why did you go out again? Totally trapped. Where to go? Nowhere. I decided on sheepish.
“Oh Ian. You think I’m daft don’t you? I know why you went out. I saw it again when I just went for a loud pee. It gets you going doesn’t it? Don’t worry about it now. In fact I’m rather tickled by the idea.”
Just then there was a knock at the door. Surprised, Mum went to answer the knock. It was the gas man coming to read the meter. I took it as an excuse to leave to work out what was happening to me. But I did notice the gas man give Mum the once over as she stooped by the meter cupboard giving him a full view of her cleavage and bum albeit in her petticoat.
In fact I saw the gas man leave almost as soon as he had arrived. So she wasn’t handing around to everybody. Somehow I felt relieved. I went down to the rec to see who was around and saw Mona with Alex sitting under a tree. I couldn’t see their hands and did wonder what they were doing but decided to leave them to it. I had had my fill for the day, particularly after Mum had teased me so.
The clocks had just changed, so that days, or rather, daylight seemed shorter as autumn got stuck in. I had been round to some friends and it was dark on my return. I thought I would see if Marie was home only to find she was out and slowly walked back toward the entrance to our flats. In between, at a stretch where the street lights didn’t reach, I saw her walking toward me. As she recognised me, smiling, she immediately grabbed me and kissed me full on. I noticed her breath, slightly boozy, which probably explained her warmth.
“Ian, how lovely you were coming to see me. So sorry I was out and you missed me. Unfortunately, my brother’s coming round shortly; otherwise I would love to have you round.”
She saw and felt my disappointment, hugging as we were. Before I could respond, she pulled my head down into her chest. Her blouse was open a button or two. Her softness and smells disarmed me completely as I lost my face and lips into her crevice. Her bra was low and revealing, even in the darkness. I had difficulty breathing but had no wish to escape.
“Ian, I’ve missed you so. It seems ages since we cuddled. Did your Mum see us? Did she say anything? Was she angry with you?”
Rising from her cleavage I gasped, “She did take the piss a bit, but didn’t appear upset. She did imply that there was something going on between us but I evaded it.”
Darker more now, Maria began to run her hand round my tummy as I leant up against the blank wall of the flats, opposite the fence the other side of which ran down to the river. Maria went for my zip. I was immediately anxious but couldn’t resist her invasion. Kneeling down she finished off pulling the zip down, slipping her warm hand inside my underpants whilst grasping my arse over my trousers. She rested my cock from my pants and pulled it out from its confines, now very hard.
This had never happened before quite like this. I had read about it, seen photos but never the real thing, or so I thought it would be. Maria moved fast as if her life depended on it. After glancing both ways she moved her lips over my cut part to envelope the top completely in her mouth running her tongue round the most sensitive part. Simultaneously she wanked the lower part of my cock and squeezed gently my balls. I knew I was near but almost unconsciously decided I needn’t say anything. Sucking me voraciously I knew I was going to go.
“Maria I’m going to cum, cumming, cumming. . . .”
At that very moment from round the corner of the flats, who should catch us but my Mother walking down to the bins with the rubbish, whilst the spunk began to overflow from Maria’s mouth over her cheeks and chin in her full view. She dropped the rubbish, turned and retreated. I heard the front door slam even from where we were.
In sheer fear Maria hugged me and then left quicker than she had arrived. I was left, my cock hanging out, wet from my spunk and Maria’s lovely sloppy mouth and wondering how the hell I would face Mum.
Continuing. . .

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The Nerd -Epilog

The Nerd gets more than he bargained for—then he gets revenge.
Chapter 1
Ryan and Morgan made love all night and well into the next morning. It was as though they had found an oasis after wandering for a month in the desert. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They slept the rest of the day before preparing for their wedding. They selected a date, saw the minister and reserved the church. This should be interesting thought Ryan who was brought up Catholic in contemplation of a Baptist wedding. Ryan gave Morgan a credit card and sent her, Mom and Sara shopping for a dress. Seventeen thousand dollars later they were finally finished. The guest list was created and the invitations mailed. At last, with only two weeks to go, they were almost done. Sara would be Maid of Honor; Ryan’s brother Dan, Best Man.
The night before the wedding they prepared for bed, wearing their usual pajamas-nothing. Ryan thought he could see the onset of Morgan’s swelling abdomen, but maybe it was just his imagination. Seven weeks had past since he had asked her to marry him and he was sublimely happy. After so many years of hard work his life was coming together, at last. Ryan lay back on his pillow and was about to sleep when he felt Morgan’s fingers move across his hip to his flaccid cock. Well, he thought, it won’t be flaccid for long. Her hand did a figure eight up and down his shaft, quickly bring him to a fully erect state. Ryan moaned his approval as Morgan turned over to face him. She lowered her face, placing her tongue right on his cock head. She cupped his balls before going down on him, sucking his hard, hot dick deep into her throat. Morgan pushed him back on the bed, mounting him before riding him hard. Morgan loved it hard. She loved ramming her clit into Ryan’s pubic bone, using the friction to bring herself to a stirring orgasm. On this occasion she reached back, first to cup and massage his balls and later to massage the inside of his rectum with a finger or two. Working him this way quickly brought him to an explosive ejaculation which Morgan was happy to take into her pussy. She was only a few seconds behind him. She twitched and shook violently as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy rolled through her. She collapsed onto him and was just nibbling his ear when they both fell into a relaxing slumber.
The wedding went as planned. Ryan was relieved that it wasn’t a Catholic mass which would have trapped the wedding party and guests in the stifling church for almost an hour. Instead the ceremony stuck to the basics—do you take? and all that stuff—over and done in fifteen minutes. They retired to the limo with Dan and Sara. Ryan’s attention was to his bride, of course, but it seemed that Sara was giving him some “funny” looks. That was the only way Ryan knew to describe what he was seeing. When they arrived at the posh country club where the reception was held he got a close look at both Sara and his mother-in-law. It seemed they were both giving him these looks and he didn’t know what to make of them. Seated at the dais, he turned to his lovely bride, “Do you know what’s up with your mom and Sara? They both keep giving me these looks that I don’t understand.”
“Yes, darling, but I think you should talk to them. They should tell you themselves, but be sure to talk to Sara first.”
Ryan didn’t know what to think, but, excusing himself, he went to seek out his sister-in-law—his erstwhile lover—Sara. She was standing alone near one of the open bars, sipping a cocktail even though she was under age. She smiled when she saw him approach. “Hi, brother-in-law,” she said, but she was staring at him lewdly, as if undressing him with her eyes.
“Sara, what’s going on? You and your mom keep giving me these strange “looks.” Just now you looked like you wanted to rape me.”
“Well, Ryan, remember our wonderful weekend together? It seems you left me with a little present. Well—uh—it’s little now but growing every day—DAD!”
Ryan staggered back. This was not the kind of information he needed or wanted to hear on his wedding day. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? I thought you were on the pill.”
“Who told you that? Not, me. I wanted to fuck and I loved doing it with you, but I never took any precautions, and neither did you. We had a great weekend together and I’m pregnant. You can have a paternity test if you want to, but you are definitely the father. I haven’t had sex with anyone else—either before or after. I think I should move in with you and Morgan. We can have a wonderful time together, just like we did that weekend.”
Now Ryan really staggered. Move in? What would Morgan think? He turned and walked through the crowd. What a day! Could anything worse happen? As it turned out—yes!
He ran smack dab into his new mother-in-law. She pulled him aside saying, “I need to talk to you—alone!” She pulled him into a hallway just outside the reception room. She turned with venom in her eyes. “You fucked Morgan and got her pregnant. Then you fucked Sara and got her pregnant. What the hell’s wrong with me? Don’t you think I like to fuck? Don’t you think I’d love to have a baby growing inside me? I may be their mother, but I’m still a year younger than you. If you don’t fuck me and knock me up, I’m going to make a lot of trouble. Sara’s not of legal age in this state. That’s statutory rape, buster! So get ready to whip it out and do me right—over and over—until I’m with child. Then I think I should move in with you and Morgan…and Sara. You have a really big house. There’s room for all of us!”
The room was spinning when he returned to Morgan. He sat down, taking a huge swig of his drink. Fuck, he thought, I need a double. In fact, I need to get drunk. He realized that Morgan was looking at him. “Isn’t it wonderful news about Sara? I want her to move in with us right away. And don’t worry about Mom. She loves to fuck as much as I do and she’ll be a big help when the babies come. I’m due in November and Sara’s due three weeks later. Then when Mom gets pregnant we’ll be able to help her. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“All I wanted was for us to be together and build our family. I didn’t know Sara wasn’t on the pill or I wouldn’t have fucked her without a condom. And now your mother? It’s too much, too much!”
“You worry too much, Ryan. It’ll all work out, believe me…believe me.”
Ryan didn’t know what to believe any more. All his plans and hopes shattered in a single day.
Chapter 2
As Morgan had predicted, it did all work out without much difficulty. The hardest part, it turned out, was selling Marge’s (Morgan’s mother’s name) shitty single-wide mobile home. A lot of termite damage was discovered when it was inspected. The cost of fixing it was almost as much as the whole thing was worth, so Ryan had the house demolished and sold the land. A man from upstate bought the lot and the one next to it, anticipating building a good-sized home there. Of course, selling the lot did not provide as much money as the lot and house would have, but money wasn’t a big issue for Ryan.
Morgan set up a schedule—Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday Ryan would fuck her; Tuesday and Friday were Sara’s turn with Ryan; Thursday and Sunday Ryan would fuck Marge. Thus Ryan would be kept busy the entire week satisfying his three lovers. It was agreed among the parties that threesomes would be welcomed with Morgan agreeing to Ryan and the other two women if she could sit and watch the fun. Ryan was mortified but he went along, as much to satisfy Morgan as to placate Marge. The last thing he needed along with this three-ring circus was a visit from the police. At one point he considered moving to Utah so his family wouldn’t look so out-of-place.
Things looked up on his first Thursday with Marge. She was older than her daughters naturally, but she was in magnificent shape for someone thirty-nine years old. Her breasts were firm, and larger than Morgan’s, even with her pregnancy advancing. She had a flat abdomen, with an obvious absence of stretch marks, and her butt still had a long way to go before sagging. Better—she was truly insatiable in her animalistic pursuit of sex. When Ryan entered her room she was wearing a short kimono in the lotus position so Ryan could see all the way up to her pussy. Ryan started to disrobe but Marge stopped him. “That’s my job,” she said. She rose, walked to him, and put his hands on his shoulders. Then, moving closer, she initiated a kiss, sticking her tongue into his reluctant mouth. Ryan went along, eventually even getting into it as his body betrayed him. Marge slipped her hands inside his shirt, rubbing his chest and teasing his nipples before sliding it over his head. She sucked and bit his nipple now. Ryan responded by placing his hands on her butt cheeks, squeezing them, and pulling her cunt against his thigh. Marge’s hands moved now to his belt, opening it and pulling down his pants. His boxers showed a major tent as his erection struggled for freedom. Marge growled like a feral animal as she knelt before him and pulled down his boxers in one motion that also saw her deep throat his cock without any preliminaries. Ryan struggled to keep his balance, so forcefully did Marge pull him. Eventually he regained his balance and stood with Marge glued to his cock. Her technique, if you could call it that, was to suck as hard as possible in the hope of bringing him off. “We need to stop, Marge, I’m almost ready to cum. We need to put it into your cunt.” Ryan had used this term—most objectionable to most women—intentionally. If she were going to blackmail him, he was going to abuse her—not verbally or physically, and definitely not in front of Morgan, but, he would abuse her sexually. It would become his modus operandi—his method of operation when fucking her. Also, he had decided, that under no circumstance would he eat her out. He may have to fuck her, but that was all. Ryan pulled out—carefully, for he was worried about being bitten—and moved to the bed. He pulled Marge with him—on top of him. He moved her over his cock and forced her down, although truth be told, it didn’t take much forcing. Marge was soaking wet from her brief oral encounter with Ryan’s cock. She slid down his pole as effortlessly as if it were greased. Ryan was surprised. Even after giving birth twice her pussy was still tight. Certainly the third tightest he’d ever had, after Sara and Morgan. In keeping with her animalistic approach to sex, Marge was humping and grinding in overdrive. Ryan marveled that she could move her abdomen so fast. Marge reminded him of a dog humping his bitch, so quickly did she move. Ryan reached up and opened her kimono, revealing her marvelous set of tits, firm and round, almost a C-cup with long protruding nipples and large round areolas. Ryan reached up with his mouth to suckle, a move that drove Marge crazy with desire. She humped even faster, as though shifting into an even higher gear. This change in tempo was all it took to bring Ryan over the edge. He squirted several long ropes of hot white cum into Marge’s womb. He didn’t worry about helping her to cum—that wasn’t part of the deal. He was required to fuck and impregnate her, and that was all he was willing to do. Hell, he wasn’t even willing to do that much, but what choice did he have?
He tried to push Marge off him but she resisted. “I want to stop it from leaking out,” she said.
“Then roll over and stick your legs in the air,” replied Ryan brusquely as he pushed her over onto the bed. “Or maybe we should get you a big stopper.” It sounded like he might be kidding, but there was no humor in Ryan’s brain. He rose, gathered his clothes without bothering to dress and walked out the door to shower. When he walked into the bedroom, Morgan was waiting. She was about to ask him how it went but decided not to when she saw the expression on his face. Ryan showered, went to bed, and rebuffed Morgan’s advances, disgusted with his plight.
Chapter 3
Ryan had a date to play golf the following morning. He kissed Morgan goodbye and headed for the garage to get his clubs into the Porsche. He was just about to leave when he realized he had forgotten his GPS. He retrieved the devise from his dresser and was on his way back to the car when he heard laughter coming from the living room. Morgan, Sara, and Marge were having a great time. Soon he realized it was at his expense. He paused just inside the kitchen to eavesdrop.
“What a sap,” laughed Morgan. “Can you believe he actually fell for all this? We can take him for everything he owns and he won’t even be able to do anything about it. Ha ha ha.!
“When I get pregnant,” stated Marge, somewhat more soberly, “he’ll really be in a pickle.”
“Well, I hope it’s soon,” moped Sara. “My boyfriend isn’t too happy about me letting him fuck me, and neither am I. I only want Steve fucking me, not that nerdy Ryan. Geez, what a pathetic loser, I’m glad he’s not the father of my baby. Who’d want a nerd kid?”
Marge interrupted, ”You have to be patient and follow the plan. When Morgan came home and told me how loaded this nerd was I saw it as our way out of that fucking trailer. Look where we live now, and we have all the money we want to spend, too. We probably won’t get all of it, but we’ll get plenty. When our lawyer gets into court and tells the judge how we were forced to be his love slaves…well, just use your imagination. Morgan, I have to hand it to you. You played the sucker beautifully.”
“Yeah, I did and, know what, it was easy…almost too easy. He was desperate to fall in love, so desperate he would believe anything. Could anyone believe that someone like me would fall for a jerk almost twice my age? Of course not, but he did—big time.”
Ryan had heard enough. He tiptoed out the door to the Porsche, started the engine and drove away. He called his buddies and cancelled—he was too upset– and too angry– to play. He needed to plot his revenge. He went to a Starbuck’s, ordered something—anything—just so he could sit there and think. Say what you will—nerds are good at thinking. Just after noon, after hashing over dozens of schemes, he thought he might have it. He would get them involved in a swindle. Of course, he’d be involved, too, but by the time the shit hit the fan he’d be long gone.
His first step was to hack into the county newspaper’s records to find someone who had been born around the same he was, and who had died either in infancy or early in life. It took him several tries but eventually he found one who was perfect. Born just a month after him and died in an auto accident six months later. He mailed a formal request for a copy of the birth certificate—his birth certificate—signing his new name along with the necessary fee. The copy was to be mailed to a condo he had rented with cash for a year, making the real estate agent ecstatic. He used the condo as a base of operations, setting up a computer, internet access, and residency for his new identity. When he had his birth certificate he mailed it along with a color photo of his face to the U.S. State Department along with a passport application and the fee for expedited service. Ryan knew that few clerks, faced with hundreds if not thousands of requests every day, would take the time or make the effort to check if there was also a death certificate. More importantly, he knew the county records department was not computerized, which would have made his task almost impossible. He knew that birth records were kept in one location; death records in another. In about a month his passport was delivered. It was perfect, of course, because it was real. Now for phase two.
The hardest part was acting naturally at home, being the same old nerd he had been “BB”—before betrayal. “I had an idea,” he said one evening before his appointment to fuck the insatiable but obnoxious Marge. “Since we’re going to be one big happy family, I thought we ought to have some investments…you know…as a group.” He had to be careful not to acknowledge the glances the women had given each other almost mocking him. “This idea should bring us almost fifty million dollars in less than a year’s time. I want to start an investment firm with the four of us as principals. What do you say? Want in? I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is get rich.”
Ryan knew their greed would get the best of them. “Yeah!” they all yelled, dollar signs in their eyes.
‘OK, great, I’ll get the necessary paperwork put together for you to sign. The hook was in the water, now all he had to do was set it.
Chapter 4
Ryan set up an office in the nearby city and advertised in financial publications. The ads offered an investment in a privately held hedge fund with double digit return in less than six months and almost guaranteed income. It took less than a month for the first checks to come in. He deposited them using signature stamps—Marge Stanton, Sara Stanton, and Morgan Stanton. He never used his own signature. After a month he started sending out checks—interest and principal-again with two signatures—Marge Stanton, Treasurer, and Sara Stanton, Vice President, or Morgan Stanton, President. They were overjoyed with their “official titles,” and were even more overjoyed with the checks that he brought home for them –$100,000 each the first month; $200,000 or more each succeeding month. This went on for six months until he was tipped off. The SEC was looking into the company’s affairs—amazing how a $100,000 bribe to a well placed clerk in the SEC’s Washington office could pay off. The SEC was closing in on his Ponzi scheme. It was time to disappear. Ryan had already moved virtually all his funds offshore to the Cayman Islands. He had also wiped the office clean of his fingerprints and deposited quite a number of his “lovers’” prints, taken from glasses or dishes with tape and transferred to desks, computers, even the bathroom. Only one thing left to do—one final fuck with Morgan.
Morgan was really bulging and she was reluctant to have sex, but that wasn’t stopping Ryan tonight. He’d fuck her from behind before fucking her ass. He began tenderly, kissing her lips and neck, moving her fingers down to his cock. There’d been no sex for almost a month so his attentions were well received—she just didn’t want to fuck him. He rubbed her pussy making her wet. They were standing in the bedroom so she was unconcerned when he shifted around behind her ostensibly to nuzzle her neck. Suddenly, he pushed her against her bureau, bending her over. He was in her just as quickly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Just taking my due, my dear; I’ve been remiss recently—all my responsibilities at work, I guess. He was giving it to her hard and fast, taking out all his pent up frustrations and anger in one special moment. “I’m sorry, dear, I just got carried away.” He withdrew and wiped his wet cock on her robe, but he did not let her up. He moved now to her ass, ramming his dry cock into her dry ass, causing her intense pain. He knew he had hurt her, but he would have to do this a thousand times before he could come close to equaling the pain he had received. She screamed as the pain ripped through her but he kept up his pace until he felt his balls churn. Then he pulled out, spun her around, and forced his exploding cock into her mouth. Cum dripped from her mouth onto her chest and swollen stomach.
“Are you crazy?” she screamed as she finally was able to stand up. “Have you noticed I’m almost ready to deliver? You hurt me you asshole.”
Ryan smirked internally before saying,” I just wanted to give you something to remember me by. I’m going fishing.” He walked calmly out the door, out of the house, and down the dock to the thirty-footer. He started it up and headed to the inlet and the ocean. He had secretly hidden a small inflatable with a five horsepower engine aboard last weekend while the women were out shopping. They never went near the boat; there was no danger of it being discovered. When he was about five miles from shore, he loosened the nut holding one of the fuel lines, set the timer, inflated the small boat and left. Thirty minutes later there was a horrific explosion. The Coast Guard was only able to retrieve a wallet and driver’s license from the wreckage; the boat had burned to the waterline, the outboards sinking in the deep water. The official report surmised that Ryan had been fixing a leak in the gas tank when it ignited, destroying him along with the boat. In truth, Ryan had motored on the calm seas to a nearby resort, leaving the inflatable at the water’s edge, believing correctly that some kids would come along and take it for a joyride. Walking to the front of the resort he was able to take a taxi to a nearby shopping center. He had placed all his valuables in a used car he had purchased using his new identity. He drove to the airport, caught a flight to Atlanta, connecting to Mexico City, connecting to Rio.
Feigning shock at the news, the women were, in reality, thrilled to hear of Ryan’s demise. All his hundreds of millions would be theirs. They were quite startled to learn that the accounts held only a little under fifty thousand dollars. They were even more surprised when U.S. Marshals appeared at their door with arrest warrants for the three of them—securities fraud, grand theft, mail fraud were the main charges, but there were lots more. Denials, claims that they did and knew nothing were interpreted by law enforcement to be total blatant lies. They were unable to make bail so all three delivered their babies in federal prison. The children were taken away to foster care shortly after birth. They were sentenced to twenty years each. They still didn’t understand what had happened, but they were still screwed big time.
About a month into her sentence Morgan received a post card—unsigned. It said simply, “It’s never a good idea to gloat in a nerd’s living room about how you’ve played him for a fool.” Morgan was sure it had come from Ryan, but how to prove it.
At the same time, a gorgeous Brazilian she-male was kneeling in front of a slightly built six footer who was reclining in a lounge chair taking in the view of Ipanema Beach. “May I suck your cock, Senhor George? “
“Sounds great to me, Rita. Then I’ll want to fuck that fine ass of yours.”
“Oh Senhor George, you say the sweetest things.”

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Long Weekend

You come over and I’m sitting watching tv on the couch, you walk in wearing those Lulu Lemon pants I like so much, you come over right away without saying anything and start grinding my cock through my sweats, I get so hard I can’t take it any more. In a matter of minutes I soon have you riding my cock while I’m sitting on the couch, my cock filling your pussy while your tits on in my face and I suck on them and pinch them I reach around and finger your ass, and than I slap it hard, leaving a red mark, I pull your head back and and arch y our back, and slap your tits, than I stand up and put you on the couch and put your legs up behind your head and start to pound you again, slapping your ass even harder than I line up my cock to your ass and shove it hard and fast first go making you scream and moan, and shudder in pain I pound your ass harder and harder. I pull out of your ass, and pull youby your hair of the couch and onto your knees so my cock is right in your face, but you don’t want to suck my cock after its been in your ass, so i pressure point your jaw til it open and shove it in there and than use your hair to fuck your mouth until I swell and make you choke on it and shoot my load deep down your throat, I keep it in there until its soft and ever last drop is down your throat.
I drag you by your hair across the floor to my room, and there I through you onto the bed, I quickly climb on top of you, where I straddle your naked body, pinning you there, I take your hands and hold them above your body, than with my free hand I slap your tits and than your face I slap your tits so hard you as me to stop, when you do I ask “What did you say?” Your mine now, you better relax and go with it, because I’m in control whether you like it or not!” I slide further up your body so my cock is between your tits, I pull your one hand and tie it out and than the other, I slap your tits again, than slide down and tie your legs down, I tie you spread eagle on the bed. I tie you tight so you can’t move at all. Than I pull a ball gag out and put it on you, than I take some bondage tape and tie your tits and wrap them up and tit so it hurts, than I put clips on your nipples and attach a chain to the and attach it to the ball gag, every time you move your head, it pulls the chain on your tits. I take a pillow and raise your pussy and ass up into the air, than I take the biggest dildo I can find and turn it on vibrate, and start to tease your pussy with it, rubbing it between your pussy lips, getting it all covered in your juices, I remove the ball gag briefly before I I shove the dildo deep into your mouth and down your throat, its so deep it starts to choke you and I see your eyes start to roll back and just before you pass out I pull it out and put the gag back in. I take the wet dildo and start to tease your ass with it, knowing how big it is, you start to moan and shake your head saying no, but stop since it hurts your tits because of the clips on them, I tease your tight hole with the head, and than I slowly push the head into your hole, once the head is in, I shove the rest deep inside your tight ass hole filling it with a huge dildo that is guaranteed to stretch your tight ass and hurt for a week. I start to notice tears in your eyes I crawl up beside you and kiss your cheek and whisper, “know pain, no pain, Relax beautiful, it will all be over in a little while” than I wink and you and kiss your cheeks again and give your pussy a little slap. I leave the room for sometime, when I come back the vibrator has worked its way out a bit so I shove it deep back in there and take some more tap and put it over there to hold it in place.
With that deep in your ass I start to pay attention to your pussy, I kiss the insides of your legs and keep giving your pussy little slaps, that I kiss it, I play with your clit, and shove my tongue deep insde your still wet pussy, I take to fingers and start to find your gspot inside your pussy, I finde it and know it is when you arch your back pulling on the chain still attached to your tits, I start slow and gradually pick up speed fingering your pussy, I slide 3 fingers in now the more wet you get, I got faster and harder, and you start to moan, I put 4 fingers inside you, your so tight, but wet, making it easy for 4 fingers to be deep in your tight pussy. I stop and next thing your know you feel my fist up against your pussy, you shake your head pleading no, I slap you and tell you to stop! Your tits are burning from saying no so hard that there is almost blood. I kiss them before going back down to your pussy where I take my fist and work it inside your pussy, I start fisintg you hard and fast, I feel you tighten around my fist, than I switch to 4 fingers and finger you hard and fast working your gspot and than I stop and push on the lowre part of your stomach with one hand while working your gpsot with 2 fingers, I feel you about to cum all over my hand, go back down and shove my tongue deep inside you to taste your cum, and you squirt into my mouth and face. I wipe it off, than leave the room again. I come back and you notice candles. I lay beside you and I start to drip wax on your body, starting on your nipples, than your chest between your tits, than on your forehead, I drip a little as I make my way down your body, I get to just above your pussy, I drip some on your legs right beside your pussy and than I drip some right close to your clit, couldn’t be any closer without being on it, now that your covered in hot wax, i leave, I come back once the wax has cooled and peel it off, you can see the red marks where yo uhave been burnt. I kiss those areas and lick them gently. My cock is so hard now, I slap your pussy, after changing the batteries in the vibrator in your ass. i slap it with my cock, I hit the red spot from the wax hard and make you wince, that I start to rub my hard cock all over your pussy and slap it some more, until I can see how wet it is, without even touching it, I than fast and hard shove it deep inside you, making your tits bounce and the clips pinch even more, I start fucking your dripping wet pussy hard, i put my hands around your throat and start to choke you while fucking you. I choke you right to the point of passing out and let go and slap you back awake. I do this 3 times before I feel your pussy tighten on my cock and become wetter. I swell inside your pussy and its so thick that even after fisting you I can still feel you tighten on it. I start going faster and harder as I am about to come deep inside you, I choke you once more and just before I blow deep inside you i realise your throat and slap you back as I explode deep inside you, I fuck you until its all out of me and I’m soft than I pull out and take the ball gag off and before you say anything my cock is deep in your throat and you suck it clean.
We awake next morning in bed naked and kissing, softly I whisper in your ear “I’ve been waiting for so long Tonight your body belongs to me and I’ll do as I please with it.” Your eyes open wide but before you can say a word my hand is over you mouth and I’m on top of you using my other hand to pin you down. I lean in close to your face again and kiss your cheek “Oh I’m going to enjoy fucking you like my little whore” I smile and reach for the rope on the night stand, you squirm as I lean over and I quickly snap back and slap your face hard. You wince and still yourself. I look at you and tell you to be a good girl then quickly begin to tie your hands down so tight that you can’t move your arms at all. Your legs still free you kick a little and again feel a stern slap across your face. I tell me to open your mouth, you obey and do exactly as I say. I place a ball gag in your mouth and pull it tight. Then I reach for the bondage tape and begin wrapping it around your head and covering your eyes so that you can’t see at all. You are trembling and I can feel it, parts of me worry about hurting you but the stronger part of me wants to fuck you so hard you beg for mercy, and then keep on fucking you. You hear me chuckle a little as I sit back and look at my handy work. You are tied down, unable to see or speak and I know I can do anything I want to you, as do you. You feel my hands on your body a gentle touch at first but then I start to pinch your nipples hard! You buck and writhe in pain and I slap your tits and tell you to lay still or else. Then you feel something cold clamp onto your nipples and tighten, I make the clamps so tight that your breasts ache and turn red right away. I see a tear run down your cheek as you lay there shaking and unable to protest. I whisper in your ear once more “now be a good little whore and this will be over soon, but if your bad I’m going to hurt you a hell of a lot more” Your caught off guard by how harsh my voice is and how much pain you are already in. I pull out a bottle of tingling lube and pour some onto your clit as I begin to rub it around and shoot waves of pleasure through your body you start to relax and even enjoy it. I see your pleasure and immediately stop, as to torture you by taking away your pleasure. I slap your pussy hard again and again until it’s red and sore you start to kick and then you hear… “ I told you to be good, now you’re going to get it” I slide a pillow under your ass to lift my pelvis and then I tie your legs tightly to the bed spread and I squirt the lube inside your pussy and shove a vibrator inside you. I sit next to you on the bed and ask you if you still want to be fucked this way? I laugh and say “ not that you have a choice now” I begin to choke you until I feel you passing out and I release in time to stop you from doing so. I repeat this 3,4,5,6 times until I decide that its enough. I pull the vibrator out of your pussy and work the head of my cock into you, I begin fucking you hard, slamming as deep as I can into you, I grab a hold of you tits and pull on the clamps send waves of burning pain through your body. I can feel you tighten around me ever time I pull the clamps and so I pull hard and begin to swell inside you until I cum, filling you with my seed I continue to pump my cock into you until I am are totally soft and I slide out, I remove the ball gag and shove my cock in your mouth forcing you to lick it all up. Then I replace the ball gag and uncover your eyes. They are red and teary, I know you have been crying but I want you to see what is coming next. I pull out a second dildo and smile. “this one is for that tight little ass of yours, I wont lie to you baby its going to hurt” you squirm and shake your head, your eyes well up with tears as I cover it with lu
I return to the room a half hour later to find you still out and all tied up, I am turned on by the sight of your naked body tied down to the bed and how vulnerable you are. I quickly remove the ball gag from your mouth and shake you awake gently only for you to find my semi hard dick right at my lips, you are disoriented and confused as you wake up I shove it into your mouth and you try to pull away but realize quickly that you are still tied down and there are still 2 dildos in you. I thrust my cock deep in your throat and make you gag and choke on it, you feel me grow and harden the rest of the way deep in your throat and as I do it makes it harder for you to take my cock. I pull out and untie your feet from the bed and loosen your hand ties enough to turn you over, I pull your arms between your legs so you are face first in the pillow with your ass up in the air and both dildos still inside. I re-secure your hands and feet to the bed as you struggle to stop me, you feel a strong smack on the ass and then I reach around and tighten the clamps on your nipples again. I remove the dildo from your ass, and pour lube all over your ass hole. You are tremble knowing my cock is much thicker then the dildo and I’m not going to be gentle with you now. Sure enough I spread your ass cheeks and ram my cock inside you. You scream into the pillow and cry I pull your hair and slap your ass. “ be quiet slut, or I’ll give you something to scream about” I start to pound your ass harder and harder. All you can do is lie there still and wait for me to finish. Your ass aches, it feels as if your splitting in 2. I pump harder until I explode in your ass, relieved that its over you weep into the pillow, but just as you are starting to relax and numb a little you feel me pull the dildo from your pussy. “You didn’t think I was done with you did you my little slut?” You feel me start to work your finger between the lips of your pussy and my hand is cover in lube. I start with 2 fingers and work up to 3, I can feel your pussy stretching and I know how tight you are but I am determined to push the limits so I work in a 4th finger and play with them inside you, though you are in agony from the ass fucking and your pussy being stretched to the limit you are still dripping wet and I know you want more, even if you wont admit it. I untie you quickly and lay you on your back once more before securing your hands above your head. I look you in the eyes and tell you this is going to hurt, but you’ll learn to like it. You beg me “No, please no, not tonight, I can’t take anymore” I rub your cheek and smile “it will be over soon baby” then I work your fist into your pussy and you scream. I reach up and slap your face with my other hand, then choke you until you are quiet again and I begin to work my fist in a circle motion inside of you, almost unable to pull it out of you I manage to and then slide 3 fingers back inside your pussy as I thumb rubs your clit until finally you begin to shake and your whole body tenses up, I can feel you tight and I begin to lick between your pussy lips, shoving my tongue deep inside you to taste you as you cum and squirt in my mouth, you moan and scream and grind your hips into me. I place my hands on your hips and continue to lick you until we are both exhausted and unable to move. “ I told you baby, I told you it would be good” I say as I untie your hands and kiss you gently on the cheek. You can hardly move or breathe. You are still teary eyed and in pain but I rub your body gently and then carry you to the bathtub where the water is filled already waiting for you. I help you in and you soak in the tub to relax your aching body until I come back to help you out and give you a glass of wine. We lay down together and I kiss you tenderly all over again. You are clinging to my body, not wanting to let go of me. You can hardly move though and your body is exhausted from all that I have done. You look at me and smile.
Later that night…
“You know I want you too babe, I want you to do whatever you want to me”…you say as you look deep into my eyes. I smile and reply “don’t worry baby I am going to do everything I want to whether you like it or not” You’re standing with your back against my bedroom door as I kiss you feverishly and slide my hand under your shirt into your bra and begin squeezing your hard nipples. I feel you breathing get harder, I know you want me to take you. You are nervous but still so excited to see what exactly I have in store for you. You know I’ve had a long week and it’d been a long time waiting to have you here with me face to face, so you know it is going to be a little rough on you.
I pull your hands up above your head and take your shirt off, then cuff you to the door with the cuffs you failed to notice them attached on the way into my room. You smile and I smile back at you, but then quickly the smile fades as you follow my glance and see me looking at my nightstand where there are a number of toys and other things laid out. I walk toward the night stand and pick up a roll of bondage tape and a leather strap, I pause a moment looking down and then proceed to pick up a small pink vibrator. I walk back to the door where you are cuffed and place my hand on your throat with gentle pressure I begin to choke you and my grip tightens every time you gasp for air, until I am sure you cannot breathe. I release your neck and kiss it gently as I wrap the bondage tape around your eyes and mouth; leaving only your nose uncovered to breathe. “You’re in big time trouble; you have no idea the things I am going to do to your sweet little body tonight!” I say sternly and then begin to grab at your naked breast, squeezing and pinching them as hard as I can. I pinch your nipples until they look as though they might bleed at which point you feel something soft and cool on your skin. You realize quickly it is the leather strap I picked up from the night stand and you shake your head side to side but I just laugh and say “ yes baby, I am going to use this on you and its going to hurt. You deserve to be punished for all this time you’ve teased me. Now your mine, my little slut and there is nothing you can do about it.”
SNAP the leather hits your skin and you scream out from under the tape the best you can. SNAP, SNAP I smack your breasts with the leather strap leaving huge red welts. I stop to rub them, they sting and you flinch when I touch them. I can see tears rolling down your cheeks from the pain, strangely I am even more aroused by the site then I imagined possible. I slap your face hard and tell you deserve everything you get. You hear me shuffle about the room but you have no idea what I am doing then you feel me close to you again, me pressing my body up against you and kissing your neck. You are confused by the change in my manner the way I abuse you so hard and then kiss you so softly but quickly you are reminded that it is nowhere near over when I wrap my arms under your legs and hold you up against the door, my stiff cock pushes against your warm wet slit and I shove my cock into you hard. I begin to fuck your pussy as hard as I can until I can feel you tighten around my dick and I pull out and drop your legs to the floor and slap your face again. “did I say you could cum slut?” You shake your head no but suddenly you hear a low buzz and feel a tingle on your clit. You realize the tiny vibrator I had earlier picked up was now pressed up against your clit and I am working it in tiny circles. You begin to shake and I whisper in your ear “now you can cum my little whore, cum for me. You know you like it” You feel a surge through your body and you begin to cum hard. You shake as wave after wave as pleasure washes over you and I pull the vibrator away and insert 2 fingers into your pussy. I finger you hard and then slide in a 3rd finger. I can feel your pussy stretching around my fingers and your body is weak with both pain and intense pleasure as I force you to cum once more.
I release one hand and then another from the door cuffs and push you to your knees I rub my semi hard cock on your cheek and over the tape on your mouth. You try to stand up and move away but I throw you back to the floor hard and pin you down. “now that wasn’t very smart was it? You little whore.” You squirm under me but you’re easily defeated by my strong grip and your inability to see. I choke you and slap your breast as hard as I can. You are kicking under me and I’ve had enough. I pull you to the bed and push you down bending you over. You feel me secure your hands again and spread your legs strapping them with long rope to the feet of the bed. “you know I was going to do this slowly, but now I think I am just going to fuck your tight little ass” You are shaking and crying SNAP the cold leather strap comes across your ass and you jerk forward as much as you can. SNAP, SNAP, SNAP. “Now maybe you’ll behave” I grab your hips and you fear that I am going to fuck your ass just like that but instead I burry myself into your pussy and begin to pound away as deep and hard as I can slapping your ass with my hands and pulling your hair forcing you to arch your back until finally I swell deep inside you and explode my seed “Oh, Oh fuck yes” I moan as I cum. I ride out the orgasm fucking you until my dick is soft and falls out of you. You lay there panting and praying I am done for now.
No such luck… You hear some clanging around and then feel cold steel against your ankles as I strap you into a spreader bar and then you hear more steel sliding over steel, there is a long shaft the rises up from the spreader with a dildo at the end which I have already covered in lube. Its huge and you feel me raise it so that its pressing firmly against your ass hole. You shake your head no but I just laugh and say “And what are you going to do about it” Then I raise it the rest of the way forcing the large dildo into your ass so you cannot move an inch. Your hands still bound to the bed and your legs held in place by the spreader bar you are bent over with a huge dildo in your ass still blinded and gagged. I sit down on the bed and talk to you “Now this dildo inflates so if you misbehave I will make it bigger, and I know you don’t want that getting any bigger in that tight little ass of yours so you better do as I tell you. I can do whatever I want to you now and there is nothing you can do to stop me, you understand?” You nod your head yes and I touch your cheek where the tears are running down your face. “Shh shh its not that bad, It could be so much worse. I know you are in pain but you need to learn” You are shaking and I uncover your mouth and sit in front of you. “Open your mouth and suck my cock” You do as I say immediately. Your head bobbing up and down on my long thick shaft makes the dildo move inside your ass and you pull back but I grab your head and hold you down on my cock so your nose touches my stomach. I fuck your throat and you feel me swell and as I grunt I blow a huge load right in your throat. It oozes down your throat as I force you to lick my cock clean and then get up and recover your mouth with tape. “good girl” I begin to lower the rod holding the dildo in your ass and slide it out slowly. Your breathing slows and I kiss the small of my back but do not release you from the spreader bars or untie your hands. I simply begin to smack your ass again with the leather strap. SNAP, SNAP, SNAP and then nothing. I leave the room and you are left bent over the bed.
I return a few minutes later and release you from the spreader bars “I am going to undo your hands now, if you try to struggle I make you pay for it” then I release your hands and lay you on your back. You are red all over and your whole body is aching. I climb on top of you and begin to fuck your pussy hard once more until you are dripping wet and then without warning I pull out and ram my cock into your ass. You jerk away and I hold you down. “No struggling or else, I mean it!” I pump my cock into your ass and play with your clit then reach up and begin to choke you once more until I start to cum in your ass and as I do I tighten my grip so that you cannot breathe at all until I finish. You lie there breathing hard and I uncover your mouth to allow you to breathe better. I am now completely spent as I have cum in you over and over and you are lying weak on the bed still not wanting to move. I remove the tape from your eyes and see they are red and puffy from crying. I kiss your forehead softly and say “I’m all done for now” You sigh relieved to know you are getting a break for now. I pick you up gently and carry you to the shower, we shower together and you lean into me most of the time unable to really stand on you own. I hold you close to me and kiss you tenderly as the water washes over your very sore body. You are weak and in pain but you want to feel me close to you. You want to be held by the man who just fucked you so incredibly hard that you can still hardly believe it. We finish up in the shower and I wrap a towel around you, gently patting you dry and kissing you all over as I do. You smile again and I pick you up and carry you back to the bed. I lie next to you on the bed and begin to kiss you passionately until we are making out and touch each other all over. You climb on top of me and take my hard cock in your pussy, You ride me slowly as we continue to kiss. Never having felt so much intense passion for someone, you climax again and collapse into my chest where you lay on me listening to my hear beat and I slowly continue to work you back and forth on my cock while I kiss your shoulders and neck softly. Finally I reach orgasm one more time and gush inside you.

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Fantasy

The Bouncy Game

This is a fantasy not meant to be taken seriously. It contains elements of DDLG, incest and other “taboo” subjects. If that offends please just don’t read. Its not real its just a fantasy story. Thanks. This is a diary of a consenting adult writing a fantasy. All characters are consenting adults

True Story

Seducing The School Janitor_(2)

Readers of my stories may recognize my writing style. Kayla is a good friend of mine. She asked for my help in putting her story in print. Kayla’s story is an incredibly descriptive tale, all true she tells me. It is sort of her coming of age story. I wrote it almost exactly as she told it, so much so that I felt I needed to give her full credit for it. Greg

Fiction

The Ten of Them. Chapter 30

During our last chapter, JJ and Marshall discovered making love to their wives now definitely has a different element. Both Kathryn and Misty are nursing. After arranging for alternative methods of feeding their children, they allow their husbands to nurse. Both JJ and Marshall felt perverted for wanting to do that. Misty thought herself also perverted from wanting Marshall to nurse. After the friends discussed it together, they found they had that in common. They decided to enjoy the experience within reason.
The life-changing thing happened last chapter was the discovery that Reese was JJ’s aunt, his father’s baby sister. Once given to the state JJ’s father and Reese separated, JJ’s father was several years older than Reese who was just an infant. Their parents’ premature death gave way to a second tragedy where Reese did not know anything about her family.
The Ten of Them: chapter 30
Composed by hard93 and Dimek
Sam and Crystal love Reese as their aunt, that had not changed, and Reese truly loved by the family. Reese is older than I am, not much more than twelve years. I did not know whether to think of her as aunt or an older sister before. The discovery that Reese actually related to us had not changed the feelings the family truly have for Reese. That did allow me to clarify how I related to Reese and Ron. Having Ron and Reese with us had always felt right, now we knew why.
It took about two weeks before Reese stopped tackling me every time she first saw me. I think Ron was beginning to get a little jealous, it could also be that Reese was very pregnant. Whatever the reason I was a little relieved, however I feel if Reese and I are ever apart from more than a few days I will receive the same treatment on our meeting.
Mom brought forth some papers that were from a private investigator Dad had hired. Dad it spent all the money he received from his rookie card, about twenty-five thousand dollars on the private investigator. The only thing the private investigator could find out was that Reese was alive and adopted a few years prior to Dad search. That sealed any further records and only Reese’s adoptive parents or Reese herself could get that information.
Mom explained, “When Joseph got this information it broke his heart, he so wanted to get back his baby sister. At the time there is nothing more that we could do, after Joseph’s death I did not have the heart to continue looking once you turned eighteen Reese.”
Reese holds my Mom as they both weep for a short time. Reese finally says, “Maggie it is okay, back then I was not ready. I am just so happy that we finally did find each other especially now. What has happened this last year changed me. I am not the angry person I used to be. Being around the family, around JJ and Kathryn is shown me a different way. Mom and Dad have their own way. Now that I see it in JJ and Kathryn, I realize how much they love each other. I could not really see that when I was younger.”
Mom smiles and says, “I am just glad we finally found you. I knew I loved you for a reason, I just could not put my finger on what reason.” The two hug warmly finding something more precious than all the gold in the world.
It finally comes time for graduation, and I both look forward and dread the day. Not just my life will change shortly, but the entire family’s life will change. The Coach will soon be retired. I will try to help him through the transition. Fortunately, for him Sam, Crystal, and several other of the children are looking forward to spending more time with him. I know he will continue coaching Sam in her swimming, now he has the time to work with the other children too.
Kathryn and I along with our daughters find our seats along with the rest of the family who are gathered for Kara, Joan and Johnny’s graduation. The only ones missing was Uncle Ron and Aunt Reese, no one knew why they are not here. Daniel set with Cindy in his lap leaving an unused chair next to him. Karen decided to be with Kara on stage to help her across the stage. Kara was having difficulty the last couple of weeks, as she was getting bigger with her pregnancy on top of the fact that her leg injury seemed to be acting up a bit. Ron even loaned Kara one of his canes.
Karen had decided to move in with Kara and Daniel temporally, with Helen and Coach’s approval, to assist Kara through the rest of the pregnancy. Kathryn and the other sisters including Helen have been taking turns going over as well, helping too, as they are all concerned with how much trouble Kara is having carrying twins. Daniel was very grateful, he worried for Kara and he seemed to fill every discomfort she felt.
Reese and Kara have become fast friends, and now that Reese is family it only brings us closer, the two found together most days. The family help Reese and Kara every day. Reese became pregnant three months before Kara, and it shows.
The threats Daniel received targeted Kara. Sylvia’s late husband has some disreputable friends that were not too happy about Kara getting off scot-free in their opinion. Fortunately, the police track down those individuals making the threats. Daniel took actions, namely a restraining order and a few quiet threats of his own. He still worries for Kara safety.
I know he feels more at ease having the two former Rangers watching over his wife. I know Daniel carries a firearm now, not to an event like this, but it would not surprise me that it is in his car right now. I wonder how long it will be before I too need the security of a firearm, martial arts are fine, but they do not have the same effect as a firearm. I mean most people do not turn and run away when you go into the stance.
We were in our seats for ten minutes when finally the graduation ceremony started. There were the speeches by, the student class president, valedictorian and the different Faculty members scheduled before starting to distribute the diplomas. The student body president Rachel announced the self-defense classes would continue as part of her speech.
I knew that Kara grades was high enough to put her in the top ten percent of the class that earned her a place on the stage. Most of the students set at the front of the auditorium, while the parents filled the bleachers, and the rear of the auditorium.
We all anxiously waited for Kara, Joan, Johnny Misty and Jim’s names to hear so we could cheer. Joan is actually seated one seat to the right of Kara, they call her name and the family cheers. Joan smiles brightly at her name Joan Thurgood. When Joan returns to her seat, she is very confused because they skipped Kara who was seated one seat before her.
The family and I all looked at each other wondering what was going on. I looked at Kara on stage and she too had a confused expression on her face.
The principal called the last name of the top ten percent without calling Kara; he continued calling the names now in alphabetical order of the majority of the students.
Misty gives Johnny a peck on the cheek as he smiles brightly hearing his name now called Johnny Thurgood. Misty is next to be called and she too smiles brightly as her name announced, Misty Thurgood. The family cheers as they receive their diplomas. Misty had enough credits, and only have to pass the commensurate classes for her senior year to graduate. Because of her pregnancy, they allowed her to be homeschooled and still receive her diploma. After he handed out the last diploma, he paused and looked at the gathered people.
After clearing his throat, the Principal says, “I would usually say that is the end of the diplomas and wish the graduates well in their future endeavors. However, I have one diploma left. This diploma is for a special lady. Mrs. Kara Atkins please come forward.” Kara had a confused look on her face but nonetheless with Karen’s help managed to make her way to the podium.
“Kara Atkins, formally known as Kara Edwards, is a remarkable student. She is also a hero. A few months ago this remarkable woman, risked her life, to save others, injured in the process. She showed courage and bravery in the face of danger. It is my great pleasure to present her high school diploma. In addition, I have the honor to present an award to honor her bravery and commitment to her fellow peers. Your fellow class members petitioned the governor and he agreed. You are receiving a special recognition from the Governor’s office of this great state.
The world could use more people like Kara. Kara, we all here wish you the best in whatever the future holds for you and your growing family,” said the principal. He shook Kara’s hand as he handed over her diploma and a plaque. There was a standing ovation as she receives her awards. After the crowd died down Karen led a softly weeping Kara back to her seat. When it looks like Kara was about to stumble, Joan instantly leaped from her seat to assist Kara, Joan and Karen got Kara back into her seat.
“I have one other speech I must make.” The principal began. Would Coach Edwards please approach the podium? When the coach was standing next to the podium, the Principal continues, “It is not customary to say goodbye to our retiring faculty, but you have been such a big part of the lives of so many of our students. Your selfless dedication, to their well-being and athletic achievements have not gone unnoticed. Therefore, many of our previous students wish to thank you.”
Behind them is projected, six pictures of professional football players all graduates coached by my father-in-law. As they walk across the stage in their jerseys from the various teams, they now play for; they stop and shake the Coach’s hand. They file on by as more players this time in college jerseys begins to file by shaking the Coach’s hand. I even recognize a few from the years I was their team member. Then finally, our football team comes by and shakes his hand.
The principal stepping back up to the podium says, “These are but a few of the young men whose lives you changed for the better. Your kind and warm heart has touched so many in this school, you will be sorely missed my friend.”
The crowd comes to their feet as the coach wishes the graduating class the greatest of luck in their future. The auditorium gives him a long-standing ovation. The applause is so loud I feel my phone buzz but cannot hear my phone ringing. Looking at the caller ID, the call is from Ron just as the crowd dies down I answer and he informs me Reese is in labor her water broke on the way to graduation.
Fortunately, everyone in the family seated near me and other than a few having, difficulty getting out of the parking lot we all manage to get to the hospital together. Reese was very close to being full-term, and we were not too worried because of that. Ron is as nervous as the day of his wedding; he is walking back and forth with a slight limp. Sam runs up to him, jumps into his arms causing him to stumble backwards but he catches himself. Excitedly Sam asks, “Aunt Reese is having her baby, is he here yet?”
Ron shakes his head no, and Sam’s face turns into a pout before Ron says, “I know how you feel Sam I feel the same way.”
Crystal tugs on Ron’s arm getting his attention. He bends down and scoops her up too. I use my cell phone and take a quick picture of my two daughters in their Uncle’s arms. The two girls work together distracting Ron from his worries.
I do not know who taught them how to be such little angels when it comes to that. However, the two can distract us men when we are the most worried. They did the same for Marshall when Misty was in labor. I heard the stories from Helen after a day or two had passed. It was one of the afternoons when the girls were at Helen’s home. They all were asleep, including Kathryn. Helen and I talked in whispers and she told me the story.
My phone rings yet again, and I step outside to answer. It is Major Denton, his retirement had finally come through and he is actually in town. He is looking forward to meeting my family, and catching up with Ron and Reese along with the Samson family.
He agrees to meet us at the hospital, as I explained that Reese is in labor. Fifteen minutes later, he finds the hospital than chuckles at a nervous Uncle Ron still pacing the hallways now with the two girls in his arms.
Major Denton smiles and says, “Look who I found on my way here.” He opens the door again and in comes Ron’s father-in-law and mother-in-law. Reese’s mother rushes to Ron, the last time they saw each other was just before Ron went off with Reese on their honeymoon. After she lets him go, Sam and Crystal take a deep breath, and then they giggle before giving Ron a kiss. Ron sets the two girls down, and takes his mother-in-law back into his arms.
Reese’s father walks up to me and says, “I understand you are my nephew.”
I smile throwing my arms wide I say, “Yes.” I wrap my uncle, who is a little surprised at my actions, into a hug. I release him, and my Mom takes my place.
Mom spent her free time of the last three weeks with Reese. No matter where Reese was, Mom try to spend as much time with her as possible. That meant Mom was at Kara and Daniel’s house every day. Mom related almost every story she had about Dad and me to Reese. Kara listening intently as Mom told stories about her brother-in-law. More often than not Kathryn and the girls were there loving the stories too.
Every time Reese seen me, she would throw me in a hug and kiss my cheeks for a couple minutes at least. Giggling Reese would say, “I am such a lucky aunt to have a nephew like you.”
I usually give her a kiss on the cheek before I would say to her, “My aunt only needs to ask, and whatever I have I will share with her.”
Reese would say, “All I need is to share your time, and your love my nephew.”
Chuckling because I was so happy I would reply, “I thought you were going to ask for something hard, but just try to stop me from fulfilling that promise.” So far, that has been very easy to do, my wife, children, and my mother were usually with Aunt Reese. Recently Sam or Crystal cuddled to Reese whenever I found them together, with Ron holding both of them.
I watched how gentle Ron could be, especially when he would hold Amanda. For a big man, battle hardened, he truly had a soft spot when it comes to children. He seemed calmer too, with Reese at his side and one of my girls in his arms. I knew he was going to be a great father. He definitely was a great uncle.
Reese’s Dad, Robert who prefers Bob, smiles at Ron now have in the opportunity to give the big man a hug. Ron seems more comfortable now showing such affection, before he always was a bit standoffish when it comes to such things. Although, I think now things changed slightly for Ron he more easily accepts affection and gives it as well.
Ron did not have much of a choice but to become accustomed, Sam would jump into his arms as she did me. Crystal would demand affection from him too. Although she was not as rough, it can be harder to deny her, her pout would precede tears and both could melt the hardest heart.
Ron certainly have a soft spot for the girls, which now included Cindy. Ron takes Cindy into his arms, introducing her to his in-laws too.
Reese’s Dad asks, “Have we been away that long?”
Cindy giggles and says, “No, I got my new Mama and Daddy because my Mommy died saving us. She knew Mama Kara would save us, she just needed the chance my Mommy gave to her.”
Kara weeps, and Ron moves to her still holding Cindy. Cindy leans toward Kara with her arms outstretched and Ron passes Cindy to Kara. Cindy says, “Momma I did not mean to hurt you please do not cry.”
Kara caresses Cindy and says, “It is okay baby, it is just that I miss your Mom so much. I miss her every day.”
Cindy holds to Kara and says, “I love you Mama, Mommy did too. She knew you would save us. You and uncle JJ had saved Mommy it was her turn to help. She knew she was too sick and would die, she said by saving us her life meant something. She told me that just before she left us.”
Ron says, “I know how you feel Kara, there is people that I miss every day, friends that I will never get to see again, friends who have saved my life. I live to honor their sacrifice. It does not stop me from missing them, but I know they would not want me to be sad all the time.”
Kara draws a deep breath releases it slowly and says, “It is just that every time they call me a hero I see her face as she was shot. She smiled, and then she coughed up blood. I knew she was hurt so bad, there was nothing I could do.”
Cindy says, “Mommy was very happy that she is able to save you and me. She knew you were the only one who is going to stop him from hurting me, and Aunt Karen and Daddy. She was happy to give you the chance.” Cindy sobs and to her Mama’s shoulder. Kara begins trying to comfort Cindy even as she still sobs.
Most of the family try to comfort both Kara and Cindy. Ron finally says, “Maybe we should get a plaque made for the other hero that day, Sylvia should be awarded and give our highest praise, her action saved as many lives.”
I realize now that is what has bothered Kara all along, called a hero when the person who saved you died doing it was totally forgotten. That her friend happily gave up her life so she could live as a hero made the loss all the greater. The anger at the loss of her friend only magnified when her friend’s sacrifice ignored by those who called her hero.
Kara once under a little more control says, “That is exactly right, without her, without Sylvia I would not be here.”
Daniel after kissing his wife says, “I am so grateful to her, she saved you, she saved all of us. I want to name our daughter Sylvia. Is that all right with you, Love?”
Kara wraps herself around Daniel, squeezing poor Cindy in between them. They hold her for a second or two, before moving apart enough for Cindy to giggle. Cindy exclaims, “I like being squeezed like that.”
Sam says, “It is not bad until you cannot breathe.”
Cindy looks up into Kara’s face laughing she says, “I think Sylvia likes her name, is she jumping?”
Kara says, “I think they both like their names, I want to name your son Daniel Junior. Is that okay with you my Love?” Cindy gets a second squeeze as they kiss. Not so long to cause Cindy suffocating, when they part Cindy giggles again.
Cindy hugs Kara’s abdomen that holds her twins and says brightly to her yet to be born brother and sister, “Just wait to you guys get out here and I can play with you Sylvia and DJ. We are going to have so much fun.”
Kara puts her hands on either side of Cindy and remarks, “I think they like that idea, they seem to really jump for joy.”
It could be that their favorite playmate was just being born. The Doctor called Ron into the delivery room, after he was finished dressed in operating room protective wear he ushered into the delivery room. Now it was my turn to walk with the two girls nervously. Amanda needed nursed, and Kathryn had gone to the ladies room, along with Kara and Cindy.
Ron exited the delivery room with a bright smile, the Doctor had Ron cut the umbilical cord, something Reese had requested. Smiling he says, “I have a son. Robert John Davis is 8 lbs. 1 oz. has all ten fingers and ten toes, he is absolutely perfect.”
His father-in-law Robert smiles had the baby’s name stepping forward he pulls Ron into a hug. Ron has is bewildered look for a moment and says, “I never knew how much the human heart could love until now. It is a wonderful feeling.”
The rest of the fathers chuckle and simultaneously say, “Yes it is.”
We look around the room at each other, and then burst out laughing at ourselves. Ron gets handshakes and hugs as family members congratulate him. The baby brought to the observation window, wrapped in a blue blanket and placed in a bassinet. Reese will be going back to one of the rooms shortly, and Robert John will join her there.
Kara heard the commotion and sent Cindy to find out what is going on. Ron scoops her up and says, you have a new baby cousin Robert John Davis. Cindy hugs him gives him a big kiss and Ron sets her down, she rapidly disappears into the bathroom. Only a second later Kara is on her way to Ron to congratulate him. A few moments later Kathryn hands me Amanda, and she goes to run giving him a hug and congratulate him.
Amanda on my shoulder burps loudly. Wiggles a bit, and then drapes herself against my shoulder, as I gently rub circles across her back. The baby is asleep in moments. Ron chuckle softly and asks, “Can you teach me how to do that?”
I shake my head yes, although I feel Ron probably already knows it is just that he is a bit insecure, just as I felt on the day Amanda was born. Daniel has the same look, and I give him a nod as well.
Charles chuckles and says, “It looks like these young men forgot we gone through this too.”
I chuckle and say, “No I have not, I am planning on asking you and Dad to help me with Ron and Daniel.”
George chuckles, “While you are at it, I will need a refresher course too.”
Several of our wife’s giggle, Kathryn says, “I bet they do not make it through the afternoon.”
I step close to my wife, I am unable to let go of Amanda at this moment so I make the best contact I can allowing my hip to push against her gently. Mentally I ask, (can you hear me?)
Kathryn giggles in her mind, (yes, what did you have on your mind?)
Mentally I ask (what is the bet for?)
Kathryn flashes a mental image of me licking her, and then she is in a doggy style position as I pleasure her repeatedly.
With a mental chuckle I flash an image, of Kathryn given me a blowjob, followed by her on top writing me until I have another orgasm. Mentally I say, (That is what I want if I win.)
Kathryn giggles, looking up at me she thinks, (I do not think I will lose either way.)
I kiss Kathryn to seal the bet.
They only let a few family members at a time to visit Reese when she is in her room. When I finally do get to visit, Reese is nursing Robert John. Although she cannot jump up and give me a kiss, I see the joy in her eyes at my presence.
I smile is a grinning Ron as Robert John holds to his little finger, the baby’s hand barely wrapped around his father’s pinky. Smiling I say, “Take lots of pictures, they grow so fast during these months. Amanda’s hand are ready can go around two fingers.”
Chuckling Ron says, “I know, thanks for letting me hold my goddaughter. JJ, would you be willing to be Robert John’s godfather?”
In a soft voice not to disturb the baby I say excitedly, “I would love to be.”
Reese smiles and says, “It settled then, you and Kathryn are to be the godparents. In three days we will have a christening.”
The next three days went by exceedingly fast, I swear I let Amanda down on the floor and she moved when I was not looking. I am not sure if she was crawling, scooted, or rolled and set backup but she definitely was not in the same location I set her down. That was the first time, and I missed it. I was determined not to miss the next time Amanda moved on her own. At three months that is rather fast for a baby to begin to move, but not unheard of happening.
I know she has already started to roll when in her crib, that something we even have video of Amanda rolling around the crib. We have to be very careful, we cannot leave her on the bed, or a couch without someone there for fear she will roll off.
Robert’s christening goes well, and Kathryn and I do our parts as godparents. The entire family is there, including Rick Denton, he had us dropped the major because he is retired now.
Then we all went to lunch afterwards at Bobby’s and Mary’s restaurant now gets crowded every time the family shows up. I notice a new item on the menu, Alyssa’s meatloaf, apparently Alyssa and Mary exchange recipes. I just have to order that, it is excellent like most of Mary’s cooking, but I still swear Alyssa’s meatloaf is better.
Leave a two hundred dollar tip for Debs after the end of the meal. I pay the check before we head home.
Kathryn runs the class for that afternoon as I take care of Amanda. Cindy, Sam and Crystal are working on their home school, they should just be finishing third grade shortly. The Coaches judging their physical education portion, Amanda sitting on my lap watching the girls swim, Crystal and Sam barely trail Cindy as they race through twenty-five laps.
Sam is taking her time; I think she has giving Cindy the win. It is not that Sam pities Cindy is that she loves her and wants her to feel better. Losing a race occasionally is not a bad thing if you push your opponent to their limit, making them search for new strength within themselves. Sam is not exactly swimming at the top of her game, and Dad knows it, the smile he gives me tells me he and Sam are working together. Cindy’s victory will be a very close one, she and Crystal are neck and neck and Sam is only a tenth of a second behind, I notice Crystal messes up on the last flip turn, giving Cindy the lead. Sam purposely missed the last flip turn to turning too early.
Cindy wins with the second faster than Sam, and eight tenths of a second faster than Crystal. She beams went handed the first place trophy of the three small trophies Dad had gotten them. Some kids would tease the others for losing, but I think Cindy had been there herself. She hugs Sam and Crystal. She gets a hug from her grandfather as well.
Crystal runs off the show her second-place trophy to her Mom. Has Sam comes and sets on my lap as Amanda sleeps in her stroller. I ask, “You not feeling well today?”
She looks into my face and asks, “Daddy is it wrong that I did not swim as fast as I could?”
I smile and hug her and I say, “Sometimes winning means you come in last place. You made Cindy and Crystal work hard, and you gave them an incentive to keep on working. If you won every single time, do you think they would keep racing you? I am not even sure they would even try after a while. This way you can beat them in the rematch, just do not do it too badly.”
Sam giggles and says, “Daddy you want to race?”
I smile and say, “Okay, but tomorrow morning. That way you can tell the girls you think you are having an off day. You know I do not mind losing to you. I am very proud each and every time you have to work hard to win.”
Sam looks at me suspiciously and ask, “Daddy did you ever let me win?”
I smile at Sam and say, “Maybe once or twice when you just started, but I have not let you win in six months. Now you know what I meant, I made you work hard so you never had it easy. Now, I could not win a race with you if you gave me a full lap head start.”
Sam smiles and says, “Oh, I see winning is fun, because it was fun I worked harder. You think Cindy and Crystal are going to work harder?”
Giving her a kiss on the forehead I say, “I think they feel good about themselves now, sometimes they need that, sometimes you need that. I know you can help them do better. Do you think your sister will love you for it?”
Sam gives me a giggle and says, “Crystal and Cindy love me now, but I think they know I kept missing the flip turns.”
Petting on her I say, “You can always tell them that you are having an off day, when you miss the first you try too hard and kept missing them afterwards. That happens to many people. Sometimes when you try, too hard you will make more mistakes. That is part of life, to learn to deal with the mistakes.”
Sam asks, “If I did not lose on purpose would you still be proud of me?”
Pulling Sam back to my chest I say, “Win or lose Sam I will always be proud to be your Dad. I cannot waterski, are you still proud of me?”
Sam giggles and looks at me she says, “I am still proud of you Daddy. Even if you really funny when you try to waterski.”
I tell Sam, “Nobody’s perfect at everything, nobody is perfect every day even at things they are good at. It does not mean if you have a bad day I will stop being proud of you. I will let you in on a little secret, you swim faster than most ten-year-olds, and Cindy and Crystal do too. If the three if you keep swimming and keep getting better, it would not surprise me to see the three if you on the US Olympic team. However that will be when you get old, like fourteen or sixteen years old.”
Sam giggles and says, “Mommy’s only fourteen. She is not old, silly Daddy.”
I said, “You are only four and five sixth. Sometimes I swear, your ten years older than that, if I close my eyes, you could fool me.”
Sam giggles, gives me a big hug and a quick peck before she runs off. I am not sure if she had a bad day, or just a bad meet, or she threw the match at her grandfather’s request. I do not really care, I love her and still proud to be her Daddy. That is what I want her to know.
I remember seeing Sam watching a commercial, her Crystal and Cindy pointed they laughed at the commercial; two girls were riding in an electric toy car. I am sure that something that the girls would love. I should talk to Kara and Daniel. I would love to get one for Sam and Crystal but would not want Cindy and Anna or Rosie to feel left out of the fun. The five girls hang out at the Playhouse all the time together; they should be leaving shortly to spend time together. It is usually this time in the afternoon, unless Anna is in town. That reminds me, it is my turn to make cookies for the girls.
The three girls come in; Sam and Crystal are dressed in their play clothes, just an older pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I asked the girls what type of cookies they want, Sam and Crystal look at each other before Crystal says, “Chocolate, chocolate chip they are Cindy’s favorite.”
Cindy’s eyes light up and she hugs Crystal then Sam. The three giggle, as they get the mixing bowl and start bringing me the ingredients. If they want cookies, they get to help make them. I do not want my girls to be helpless, having someone else do everything for them.
I do not think that is a good way to live, being very dependent on someone else to do the simplest things for you. Everyone in the family could afford to have that lifestyle, we just choose not to. I am sure if we ran across someone desperately in need of a job we could put them to work. However, I still would insist that the girls do something, help in some manner like rinsing the dishes and loading the dishwasher. You never know, money may not last forever.
I am glad Kathryn has the recipe, and it is not too difficult. The girls are used to helping. They do not try to do the dangerous things. They do love to stir the cookies, although I do use the mixer when needed. Amanda begins to cry, I shudder realize she is hungry. I warm a bottle for her, even though she tries she cannot hold her own bottle yet, but give her a couple more weeks. Fortunately, the cookies are at a step, where the girls could handle their preparation for now.
Kathryn comes into the kitchen, glances around and sees me feeding Amanda as I watch the girls. They are putting the dough onto cookie sheets, not very evenly but it is there cookies. It is something they can experiment with the process of making cookies.
Kathryn sits down beside me, puts her hand over my neck as she leans into me. I hear her inner voice question me, (You got everything under control? I mean, if you need any help I am always here.)
I chuckle in my mind, my inner voice says to Kathryn, (you just trying to win the bet. The truth of the matter is right now, I would not mind letting you. Just so, I can pay up, but it is my day to be with the girls.)
Sam giggles and says, “Mommy and Daddy are thinking to each other again.”
The three girls giggle, and Sam says, “We can tell by the way you look at each other.”
I smile and say, “You know I can tell certain things about you three. Like if, you are hungry, and what you would want to eat sometimes. Like right now, Sam and Crystal wants grilled cheese, but Cindy you would rather have a bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich.”
The girls all have shocked expressions, and Kathryn and I giggle. Before I say, “It is called empathetic or telepathic, I can feel your emotions, maybe even your surface thoughts when I said you are hungry, and the images of what you wanted come forward in your mind.”
The girls are still a little shocked, and Kathryn says, “It is because we love you so much. It lets us know what we need to do for you. Cindy, your Daddy is learning how to use it to, that is why he is having your Mama’s cravings. It will not be too long, before he learns to do the same with you.”
Sensing the girls’ apprehension I say, “It does not really mean I can read your mind, I could not tell you what you are thinking right now. I can feel your emotions. I do not think it is anything to be afraid of; it is not as if it is going to harm you. It is just a neat trick, which your Mom and I can do.”
The three girls huddled together whispering, and one of them keeps looking at us, Kathryn and I giggle as they plot. We know they are going to try to test us. So far, all three have changed what they want for lunch. Sam was thinking she wants a purple cow to drink. I do not have a clue what that is, glancing at Kathryn I see she does not either. I ask Sam, “Sam, what is a purple cow?”
Sam has a look of surprise, and her mind flashes it’s a half glass of milk with half glass of grape juice. She has not had one since her mother left. Her mother would do that to get her to drink her milk, something Sam did not have too much of a taste for back then. I chuckle and say, “What does that taste like, half milk and half grape juice?”
Sam walks right up to me stares into my eyes, I get the impression she is trying to ask something just using her mind. I reach out and take her hand, as with Kathryn the volume of her inner voice comes in much clear and is no longer whisper buried in a noisy room. My inner voice says, (ask again.)
Sam’s inner voice questions, (can you hear all my thoughts?)
I answer aloud, “If I hold your hand, and you want me to, otherwise it is like catching a whisper on a breeze. Sometimes you can understand, sometimes not. Nevertheless, when I hold your hand, and you want me to hear you I can.”
She lets go of my hand and takes a hold of her Mom’s hand. Kathryn smiles and says, “of course, I love you. If I did not, do you think I could do this?”
Sam’s eyes widened the next thing I know Sam is holding her close crying. Sam finally says, “I saw your memory the first time you saw me. You loved me right then.”
Crystal comes into my lap and we slide Amanda into her lap, leaning against my chest her inner voice ask, (when you first saw me did you love me too?)
I share the memories of the first time I met her with Crystal. Including the conversation I had with Kathryn, Crystal’s eyes begin to water although she has a bright smile. She kisses me and says, “Thank you Daddy, I love you so much.”
“I love you too Crystal. Do not feel left out Cindy, I love you too and I had since the first time I met you too. I just knew that you belong with Daniel and Kara. I get to be your uncle for the rest of your life, remember?”
Cindy moves to me hugs me the best she can because I still hold Crystal and Amanda as she feeds, “Thank you Uncle JJ. I love you too.”

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Kristen’s New Found Life pt. 1

Kristen was a troubled teen. She was 5’ even, with a small chest maybe b cups at best. Her hair fell all the way down to her nice tight ass. She was naturally a burnet, but she dyed it black with purple bangs. Her parents had been killed in an accident, but that was not the only reason for her troubles. Every night that she slept was had nightmares of being raped, and abused by monsters. No matter how much she told herself monster were not real she still woke up covered in sweat. So she didn’t make any friends or talk to anyone. She cut her self off from the world long before her parents had died. Now she lived in a foster home with three other girls and her foster mother. It was the last day of school for the week and Kristen was rushing to her room and nearly flattened Jessica on her way. Kristen didn’t even notice the vacant look on the girls face as she passed her. In fact the whole house was surrounded by a thick mist and the only person that wasn’t affected by the mist was Kristen herself. She climbed on to her bed and put in her head phones and closed her eyes listening to music. She didn’t notice the brownish blob the slipped under her door. Kristen only looked up when she thought she heard something moving nearby. She looked at her alarm clock; it was 5:00pm. She closed her eyes again and almost screamed when the blob spoke to her. “I have a deal for you. If you accept it you will never be troubled by those nightmares again, and you will have unheard of power over all those around you and your body.” “What is it that you get,” Kristen asked the monster? “I am dying. If you accept this deal I will implant you with part of my DNA and I will live on in your offspring,” the blob answered. Kristen laid there not know what to do. She was scared and feared that her nightmare would come true and she would spend the rest of her life being raped by monsters. She decided that she would do it and hope that the monster would keep its side of the deal. Ok….I will do it, she said. At that the blob sent out its tentacles. Kristen half expected that it would tear off her clothes and start fucking her. It instead slowly, as if lovingly undressed her, and cress her, and was getting her highly turned on. Kristen realized that she was enjoying herself, she didn’t know when the last time she had felt this good. She could feel the slime that the tentacles were rubbing in to her body, and it was amplifying the pleasure she was feeling. She felt a tentacle in front of her face and started to lick it. She loved how the others were working her over but it was like they were waiting for something before they would ravage her. Soon after the tentacle that was in her mouth and she was deep throating it. She was about to cum when three tentacles rushed into her pussy stretching it beyond what it could handle. Four went in to her ass and were stretching it more than her pussy. She felt like the tentacles were going to tear her in half. She was screaming in pain and fear, but the tentacle in her throat was keeping her screams from being heard. She didn’t know how much longer she could take it. She was crying now from the pain and the fear. She was getting numb to the pain and that’s when she felt her orgasm building. It wasn’t long before she was about to cum but for some reason it wasn’t happening the pleasure kept building and building. She was going crazy from the buildup, and just when she thought she was going to die from all the pleasure and thrusting of the tentacles she climaxed, and when she did so did the tentacles. It was the best feeling she ever felt, she could feel the white hot cum flowing in to her fertile whom, and that’s when she passed out. This time she wasn’t troubled by nightmares, but she did get visited by the blob. “You will be able to control people’s minds at first by your saliva, but as you get more power you will be able to take over minds by proximity. You will be able to control your sex organ, and even grow tentacles. As impregnate girls you will spread my dna, but only you will have the gifts I gave you unless you chose to give it to others. Thank you for giving me a chance to continue to survive”. Kristen woke up with a start, and jumped when she heard a knock at her door. “Kristen I need to talk to you about our home work” Jessica said from the other side of the door. Jessica is 5’2” with long brown hair that she always wore in a pony tail. Her green eyes magnified her glasses she had to wear. Kristen looked at herself expecting to see herself covered in cum and naked. She wasn’t she was clean and fully clothed, only she had a belly that was obviously nine months pregnant. How am I going to hide this she thought? More knocking “can I please come in Kristen” Jessica said sounding more urgent. Shit. I guess I can’t hide it Kristen thought. “Ok. Come on in” Kristen answered. Jessica opened the door and came in, and all the time Kristen expected her to say something about pregnant belly. Jessica kept talking about the project had to do school, and didn’t seem to notice anything different about her. Kristen did notice that the long Jessica was in her room the closer she got to her. Kristen had an idea about how to get her first slave. “Hey Jessica can you come over here” she said. Kristen was sitting up on her bed and patted at a spot close to her. Jessica without realizing it she sat down next to Kristen, but much closer than she normally would. Jessica was still rambling on about her ideas and didn’t feel that Kristen had her arm around her. She didn’t stop talking till Kristen kissed her. That’s when Jessica forgot everything that use to matter to her, and was replaced by only wanting to do what her mistress wanted her to do. “Jessica I want you to take off your cloths, and then I want you to go down on me” Kristen said to her new slave. “Yes mistress” was her response from Jessica, and then she lifted off her tee shirt over her head exposing her size D chest being held by a plane white bra, and threw her shirt in a corner. She then undid her bra and let her tits out. They were firm and perky, and her nipples were already hard. They were ready for someone to suck on them, but that would wait. She then unbuttoned her jeans and kicked them off. Now all she had on was a pair of white panties that would match her that was now on the floor. Jessica had two fingers in her panties one on each side of her and was about to pull then off when Kristen told her to leave them on. Kristen quickly took off her pants and panties. She was just expecting to see her well shaved pussy, but there also was a very big cock that had erupted from her clit. “Jessica I want you to suck my cock right now,” Kristen ordered. Jessica quickly went over and wrapped her soft, warm lips around Kristen big cock. She was sucking Kristen off like a pro, and what got Kristen off even more was when Jessica started to finger fuck her while deep throating her cock. It didn’t take long for her to cum, and she cumed down Jessica’s throat. Jessica swallowed every bit of Kristen’s cum, and loved every bit of it, and she wanted Kristen to fill her whom up with her cum.
Jessica’s pussy was flowing with her own cum, and she wanted nothing more than to feel Kristen’s cock inside her. Kristen was going to give Jessica her wish, but she was going to be her breeding slave as soon as she cumed inside Jessica, but she had plenty of time to breed her so she would have her fun for now. “Take off your panties, and bend over. I’m going to fuck one of your holes” Kristen commanded Jessica. “Mistress Will you please fill my pussy with you cock and wonderful seed,” Jessica pleaded. “I will take whatever hole I want, and you will enjoy it, or you will never get to have my cock, or seed ever again,” Kristen told Jessica.
Jessica had done what she was told and was bent over hoping to have Kristen’s cock slid in to her moist young, tight pussy, but Kristen had other plans. She took her cock and rammed it hard and fast in to Jessica’s tight never before used ass. Jessica cried out in pain at first, but Kristen took no noticed of Jessica’s discomfort and kept fucking the poor girls ass. Soon Jessica was crying out in pleasure and was soon forcing herself even further on to Kristen’s cock. It didn’t take long for Jessica to cum, and she lost control of her legs and would have fallen to the floor if it wasn’t for Kristen holding her up. Kristen’s cock was being griped by the spasming ass of Jessica, and she cumed too. Shooting her load deep in to Jessica’s ass, the load was so large and being forced deeper into Jessica that cum erupted into Jessica’s stomach, and fill her up that she was burping up some of Kristen’s cum.
Kristen pulled herself from Jessica’s ass, and sat on her bed. “Clean my cock off if you want me to fuck your pussy”. “Yes mistress”, Jessica said just before she stuffed Kristen’s cock down her throat and started to clean it up. A knock on the door startled Jessica, but Kristen knew it was it was Ms Gunn, and that even if she opened the door she would only see what Kristen wanted her to see. “Kristen it’s time for dinner, and have you seen Jessica,” Ms Gunn ask? “Yes Ms Gunn. Jessica is here with me we are doing some home work. We will be out in a minute,” Kristen said. “Okay thank you, remember it is your night to clean the dishes,” Ms Gunn said before she left. Kristen turned to Jessica and said, “hurry up and finish cleaning me up, and when we finish dinner I want you ready for me to give you my seed.

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