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THE GUARDIAN
By Art Martin

CHAPTER 1

THE STORM
(M/f, inc, cons)


It was late, almost midnight.  Brad lay in his bed, alone, watching the distant
flickering light through the expansive wall of French windows and doors that led
onto the patio.  The 10 o'clock news had warned that a line of severe
thunderstorms was approaching Rockford and would hit after midnight.  The
storms were particularly violent west of town, with high winds, much lighting,
golf ball sized hail, and heavy rain.  A tornado watch was in effect.  Brad loved
the light show of these spring weather fronts, and loved to watch the fury of the
blowing rain.  He was not overly concerned about the tornado watch, as he knew
that even if a swarm of tornados broke out, the probability of actually being hit by
one was very low.  Of course if a big one did hit you, it could be like being thrust
into a food processor live; you could kiss your ass goodbye.

Watching the distant, yet relentlessly approaching storm, he idly played with
himself, not really masturbating, but just getting hard and then letting it subside. 
He had brought himself to erection several times now as he laid alone, on top of
the sheets of the king size bed. His glans was wet from pre-seminal fluid and spit
that he had smeared over the helmet shaped head.  He felt up and down his 9-inch
shaft, stopping to tweak his spongy dickhead between his thumb and index finger. 
It just plain felt good.  Self-stimulation was the only form of sexual pleasure he'd
had in the past six months.  As much as he wanted to get his rocks off, Brad felt
that he needed to hold off, and if he held off long enough he would go and seek
out a woman to share his bed with.  He thought about the last time he made love
to his beloved Teresa right in this very bed, but she wasn't coming back.  She
couldn't come back.  He had to move on with his life.

He looked about the spacious, elegantly furnished bedroom, briefly lit by the
flickering light.  He heard a faint low rumble.  This was Teresa's house.  She
designed it and furnished it.  How many years ago was that?  Kimberly, his nine-year old
daughter hadn't started grade school yet.  Ten years?  Teresa's dad
had paid for it, in cash, and gave it to her as a gift.   Big Jim was generous with
his only daughter, for a price.

"Fucking bastard!" he uttered under his breath at the thought of the vile old man. 
'Big Jim' he liked to be called, though he was small in stature.  It really wasn't the
old man's fault, but then again it was.  Teresa drove to see Big Jim's lawyer about
his estate, the old bastard having died and gone straight to hell.  A drunk driver
crossed the median and hit her head-on.  Ironically, the drunk was a former
employee of Big Jim's, who after being fired took solace in a bottle.

Big Jim's estate was substantial and Teresa was his only heir.  The line of
succession was clear; Brad was Teresa's heir.  'The old man must be spinning in is
grave,' Brad thought.   Big Jim disliked Brad from the start and was dismayed
when Teresa married him.  Father and daughter didn't speak until Big Jim was a
grandfather.  As the years passed Big Jim grudgingly accepted Brad, though he
openly held him in poor regard.

The flashing sky became gradually brighter and the accompanying low rumble
became more pronounced, with the long low rumble being followed by a heavier
rolling thud that shook the windows.  The rumbling was almost continuous. Brad
thought of all the money.  There was a ton of cash and stocks and bonds that
totaled twenty two million.  Then Brad sold controlling interest in Big Jim's
chemical company for a cool 78 million, and he still held a quarter of the stock. 
At auction, the contents of Big Jim's house, art, various collections and
furnishings brought nearly three million, but the house itself was still unsold.

Brad chuckled at himself.  He didn't need to work a lick the rest of his life, but
still he was pursuing his self-service car wash business like his livelihood
depended on it. He had a new location being built to add to the five locations he
had already built and owned.  He had no employees, but handled everything
himself.  Really wasn't much to it.  Once a week he would visit a location in his
beat up white van, empty the coin boxes, re-supply the soap, wax and vending
machines, empty the vacuum containers, clean up the grounds (from the slobs
who threw their trash and emptied their ashtrays on the ground rather than into
the trash receptacles), and dump all the trash cans into the dumpster.  Took about
two hours at each location, not including the drive time.  He could easily do three
locations a day, leaving him five days a week to play golf or do whatever.  The
business was simply a matter of self-pride.

A sharp flash and a loud thunderclap started him.  He looked outside.  The trees
were being buffeted by gusting winds, but the rain hadn't started yet.  BAM! 
Another close bolt, BAM!!!  The blinding flashes lit the room momentarily like a
strobe light.  He felt the hairs on his body bristle and then BAM!!!!   It sounded as
if a bomb had detonated just outside the window.  He was certain the house itself
took a hit.  Then the sound of the house being pelted by baseball-sized hail grew
immediately to a deafening roar.  Another bombast of a close hit.

Through the racket of booming thunder and bombarding hail he heard "DaDee!!!"
as Kimberly landed on top of him, clutching his neck, terrified. He instinctively
placed his left hand on her tee shirt clad back and placed his right hand on her
bare butt.  He froze.  She was squirming on top of him, trying to burrow through
him, her small lithe body pressed into his bare chest.  She smelled just like her
mother did. He moved his right hand higher, and only managed to hike the shirt
bottom even higher.  "DaDee, DaDee!!!!"  she cried oblivious to his naked state
and equally oblivious to her own partial naked state. She was straddling him.

'Oh, my god,' Brad thought. She was in a near panic.  He tried to comfort her and
began to talk softly to her.  "It's OK baby.  It's OK.  You're safe.  Daddy will keep
you safe."  His mind raced trying to figure a way out of the compromising
position he suddenly found himself in, naked with his hand on his daughter's bare
butt.  She squirmed around again and though he tried to remain perfectly still, her
bare butt slid under his hand.

"Hold me, DaDee, hold me!" she pleaded.

He held her tight, his right hand firmly on her butt.  He felt the crack of her ass
just at the tip of his fingertips.   She squirmed some more.  'Oh, god, please be
still', he silently pleaded.  

Then it started.  He couldn't control it.  He couldn't stop it.  He felt the tip of his
dick sliding along the inside of her thigh.  He tried to push her off of him, but she
clutched tightly as the storm raged on outside.

"Hold me, hold me," she cried.

Mortified, Brad lay there as his dick became increasingly erect. The pre-cum that
had filled his cock tube readily flowed out. He had always produced copious
quantities of pre-cum and now was no exception.  His dickhead met an
obstruction, but his erection continued to grow unabated.  He was semi-erect and
getting harder as the seconds passed.  His dickhead pressed against child's small
thin slit.  With her legs straddling him, the lips of her undeveloped pussy were
partially open, offering a small gap to the well-lubricated tip of his ever-hardening
penis.  His glans began to penetrate between her small crack. Still she clutched him in
desperation, apparently unaware of what was inadvertently happening.

"You've got to get off me, Kim," he hoarsely whispered.

"No!  Hold me DaDee!"  She squirmed again and he felt his dick slip inside her
lower lips.

"You've got to get off!"

"No!!!"

"Baby, please!  We can't do this!"  His dick was getting harder and began sinking
deeper into her sex.

"Oh DaDee! What's between my legs"

"Kim, please baby, get off of me!"

"Oh DaDee!  There's something going in me!"

She was too scared to let go of her death grip around him.
Brad was horrified as he felt his dick penetrating
his nine year daughter, deeper and deeper into her tight child pussy, and still he wasn't even close to 
his fully erect mammoth 14 inches.  She wiggled her ass to try to dislodge the small amount that
had penetrated her, but only drove it in ever deeper.

"Oh, DaDee!  Oh, DaDee!  Help!  There's something in me!" she cried.  But a loud
noise outside made her squeal and only clutch him even harder.  His cock was pressing up
against her hymen.

It felt so incredibly good to have his dick buried in a warm, moist tight snatch. 
But her 9 year old pussy was so incredibly tight.  She began trying to squeeze him
out, squeezing on his cock.  But this was Kim!  This was his baby!  His conscious
screamed even as forbidden desire began to overwhelm him. With a crack of lightning
outside, her body twisted on top of his, his cock taking his 9 year old's daughter's
virginity.  He cock slipped in deeper, her contracting pussy squeezing and releasing it,
unintentionally coaxing it to penetrate ever deeper.

"Please, Honey, you've got to let go!" he cried out, trying with considerable force to try to
yank her off.  He felt he was going crazy!  Her arms are tightly locked around him, her fingers
digging painfully into his back.  The pleasure around his cock was intense, amplifying his
mental anguish.

But she held on, and his cock helplessly grew harder and harder, pushing into her.

The roar of the hail had given way to the sound of blowing heavy rain and the
flashes of lightening decreased in luminescence, the thunder decreased in volume. 
He didn't notice.

Kim's head was buried in the crook of his neck and she was making little whimpering
sounds. Brad's cock was tight now, that he shifted ever so slightly and his big
dick inadvertently penetrated her even more.  She groaned at the stimulation.
"No! DaDee no!" she moaned, trying to squeeze out his hard cock that was already filling
her small pussy.

His willpower and conscience vaporized and he subconciously thrust into her,
burying several inches into his 9 year girl, forcing almost half of his massive 14
inch cock into his baby girl.  She winced at the feeling of something so thick
inside her, but only gripped tighter. "No, no, no DaDee, no!" She began grinding her hips. 
"Don't fuck me DaDee, don't fuck me," she pleaded.

Brad rolled her over onto her back, impaled on his long rod.  He gazed down on
her, the flickering light illuminating her young face, her expression undecipherable.
He drew his knees up under her legs and sat partially upright.  He looked down, grasped the hem of
her tee shirt and in one motion pulled it over her head.  He feasted his eyes on her
hard nipples on her almost flat chest.  Small soft mounds were barely visible.
He cupped a small breast in his hand, as Kim struggled and
freed her arms of the shirt.  He lay back down on her, supporting his weight with
his arms.  She locked her ankles around his waist and drew him deeper into her,
cooing, "Don't fuck me DaDee, don't fuck me. Please DaDee, don't fuck me, don't fuck me, 
don't fuck me.  God you're so big!"

An unstoppable tidal wave of shameless lust consumed him as her body writhed
under him in lewd wantonness, drowning out the fading protests of his battered
conscious. He pulled back his hips, withdrawing his dick from his precious
daughter's vagina, paused and surrendering to his base instincts, deliberately
drove deep into her.   Her eyes went wide open and then slowly closed as he
began to slowly fuck his nine year old daughter.  Moans and groans of pure
pleasure were pouring from her as lust chemicals flooded her nervous system.  A
low throaty groan emanated from her, just like her mother made.

"My god you're tight, Baby," he groaned, luxuriating in the delightful sensations
produced by her clasping cunt on his sex starved rod of manmeat. 

She didn't seem to be in any sort of discomfort with his huge cock stretching her
cunt.  He began to pick up the pace, like an old steam locomotive pulling out of
the station, piston and cylinder moving in unison, the pace quickening with each
full stroke, he fucked her harder and harder.  Sensing the beginning of her
orgasm, Brad picked up his pace and fucked her in earnest, slamming her with
each powerful thrust.  Fire and earthquake wracked her loins and belly and her
tight little cunny clamped down on his thrusting big dick.  A high-pitched cry
announced her soaring pleasure to the heavens.  He fucked her through her
orgasm until she started to come down.  He sat back on his knees and completely
withdrew his dick, her legs still wrapped around his waist.

"No, DaDee, no!  Please don't stop," she begged, her eyes filled with a desperate
yearning.  

He didn't want to stop, but his dick was tingling and he wasn't ready to complete
this fucking, and so he stopped before he shot his wad.  He began rubbing his
right hand across her firm tits.  His late wife's tits had been small, barely a good
handful, but Kim's tits were ample and full. He took extreme pleasure in fondling
her.  His left hand slipped down to her freshly fucked pussy.  Her crotch was
covered in her own slime mixed with his pre-cum. 

Finding her engorged clit with his thumb, she jumped at the first contact.  He
rested his thumb against the side of her hard pleasure bud and gently stroked
against its side.  Soon her ample breasts were heaving and she began bucking
under his practiced touch, gasping incoherently,  "Ungh  Ungh  Uuuunnngghh!"  

Brad's hard cock was still at the entrance to her delightful pussy and he plunged
into her again.  "UUUUUUUUNNNNHHHH!" she grunted, while her vagina
squeezed and milked his hard manhood.  

Leisurely he fucked her, paying particular attention to stroking her G-spot,
fucking her through several, almost continuous orgasms. Gasping for breath she
babbled on continuously, sometimes coherently, sometimes not, begging for
more, as their naked bellies slapped together in incestuous copulation
accompanied by the squishy noises of Brad's dick plunging in and out of his teen
daughter's cock-hungry snatch.  After forty minutes of continuous fucking, his
orgasm began to build again so once again he withdrew in order to maintain
control.

She didn't beg him to continue as she was now exhausted from her father's long
fucking.  She loosened the grip of her legs around his waist.  She lay there,
breathless, basking in the after glow of a grand fucking.  

He didn't move from between her now rubbery legs.  Brad left her still quivering
pussy alone for the moment and concentrated his efforts on her magnificent tits. 
Leaning forward, he sucked in her left nipple as his hand mauled her right tit.  

Her mother's nipples had been so small, almost child-like, but Kim's nipples were
well developed, about the size of a pencil eraser.  They also seemed to be long
and Brad delighted in running his tongue up along the side before getting to the
tip; with Teresa, there were no sides to her small nips, just the nipple tip.  

Kim gripped her daddy's head as he orally pleasured her young breasts softly
moaning, "Mmmmmmm."  

Brad slathered first one tit and then the other, licking, sucking and softly biting
into her womanly fresh. He was surprised when she tensed up, squeezed his head
tight and let out a loud gutteral moan announcing yet another orgasm.  Her
mother never did that.

Knowing that her nipples were overly sensitive now, Brad sat up right again and
grasped both of her legs, pushing them forward to her shoulders, doubling her up
into a full pike position, her butt rolled up off the bed.  He slowly penetrated her
again, deeper than he had penetrated her before until his dick was forced up
against her cervix.  It seemed to Brad that his dick was about to come out of her
mouth he was so deep.  Wrapping his arms around her, pinning her into this
position, he fucked her hard and deep, banging his cockhead against her cervix
with every stroke.  

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried as he slammed her brutally.  

He didn't last long this time and he was rocked by an amazingly intense orgasm. 
He seemed to almost lose his vision, as if he were in a tunnel of darkness as his
cock spewed copious quantities of his seed into his nearly delirious daughter. 
Once the sweet agony had subsided, he lay breathless on her for several minutes
as his cock slowly deflated in her pulsating vagina.

Brad sat upright again and his dick popped out of her pussy, fresh cum streamed
from her honey hole.   Lowering her legs gently, he scooted down the bed until
his knees were on the floor, and then drove his face into her well-fucked pussy. 
Burying his face and nose into her hot gaping slit, Brad sucked and lapped up the
sumptuous juices flowing from her cunt.  

Brad suddenly became aware for the first time that she shaved her pussy, shaved
all but a small patch of soft curly hair on her pubic mound, just like her mother
did.  He ran his tongue over the smooth skin of her blood engorged pussy lips.  As
he rimmed her still pulsating cunt hole with his tongue, he rubbed her clit with his
nose.  He was rewarded with her trusting her hips onto his tongue and her mewls
of salacious contentment.  He stopped momentarily, pried her clitoral hood apart
with his thumbs and softly blew a cool breath onto her enflamed clit.  

Kim's body stiffened at this new sensation.  Then he engulfed her clit with his
warm mouth and slathered her clit with the flat of his tongue.  With the sudden
change in temperature and new oral onslaught, she gasped and cried out, "Oh
fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!!!" just before another explosive orgasm consumed her,
this one seemingly threatening to send her into oblivion.  A scream of delight
erupted from her mouth and she clamped her legs tightly around Brad's head,
violently twisting and turning her body, until he thought she was about to break
his neck.  He pulled his mouth off her clit and extracted his head from the grip of
her surprisingly powerful legs.  She rolled to one side and curled up into a little
ball, whimpering as her body continued to uncontrollably jerk about in the last
throes of her climax.

Brad with his knees already on the floor, stood up.  It was very dark in the
bedroom.  The storm outside had abated unnoticed while the sexual storm raged
inside.  He walked around the bed to the bed stand and turned the lamp on at its
lowest setting.  The soft glow filled the room and for the first time he could
clearly see Kim's body, naked, curled up in a ball, her inner thighs glistening.  

Her back was toward him   She was beautifully tanned a deep olive color; a tan
line across her back was very evident.  The form of her wasp-like waist giving
way to her sensuous hips was very pleasing to the eye.  The only flaw was that her
beautifully rounded buttocks appeared almost white in sharp contrast to the color
of her back and legs. He couldn't really appreciate the shapeliness of her long legs
as she was in a fetal position, but he already knew how beautiful those legs and
feet were. His eyes wandered back up her body to the tussle of long dark brown
hair that completely obscured her face.  She had beautiful hair, thick and
full-bodied, like a fashion model's.  He noticed that even though the sheets were
stained with cum, there was no hint of blood.  Somehow he felt both relieved and
disappointed that she hadn't been a virgin.

Brad lay down beside her and gently stroked her back.  It was amazing to him
how alike, yet unlike she was to her mother.  Her face, nose, lips and hair all
looked strikingly like Teresa's as did Kim's delicate hands and petite feet, yet her
torso and legs were much longer than her mother's and her tits, they were
completely unlike her mother's.  

He reflected that she got her body from his side of the family, from her neck to
her ankles she reminded him of his big sister, Pat.  He remembered how Pat had
big tits with big dark aureoles and nipples that could poke your eye out. Smiling,
he remembered fondly how he and his buddy would spy on her through her
bedroom window using a periscope he got from Santa Claus, then he remembered
the ass whipping he got when his father caught them.  A wave guilt swept over
him. He pulled his hand back from her ass where he had been massaging her
anus.

In a very low voice he pleaded, "Kim.  Kim darling.  I'm sorry baby.  I shouldn't
have done that.  I'm so sorry baby.  I lost control.  Please forgive me Kim."

Kim rolled over towards him and laid a hard French kiss on his lips, forcing her
tongue deep into his mouth in a long, wild passionate kiss. While kissing him, she
brushed her tits across his bare chest.  His feelings of guilt receded like an ebb
tide.  He felt his pecker sliding across her bare skin as he became erect once
more.  She felt it too and reached down and took his stiffening rod into her
delicate hand.  She broke off her kiss and stared into her daddy's face.

"Don't be sorry DaDee.  I loved it.  I really loved it.  God DaDee, you're such a
man!"

"Show me you loved it, Kim.  Fuck me like I fucked you."

She smiled at him and gave him another un-daughterly kiss.  Rising up on her
knees, she straddled him, grasping his throbbing nine-inch dick and positioning it
between her legs at the maw of her cunt .  Throwing her head back and slack
jawed, she slowly sank down on  thick shaft of his cock, taking all of it in her. 
She paused as she rubbed her tits. 

Brad lustfully gazed upon her naked breasts as she fondled herself.  Her breasts
were full, 38C's, with little sag.  They too were nearly white.  Her dark aureoles
were as large as silver dollars and her nipples stood out erect.  She raised up and
sat back down, fucking his dick slowly.  As he began tweaking her nipples
between his thumbs and forefingers she began to stroke him at little faster, a little
harder, faster and harder, faster and harder until she was pounding away at him.  

Gripping her right nipple, he slid his other hand down and found her protruding
clit.  Brad simply laid a finger alongside her clit and tried to keep it in position,
his fingertip brushing his rigid shaft as it rapidly disappeared and reappeared from
her love tunnel.  The sound of her ass slapping against his groin was accompanied
by the sound of both father and daughter yelling and shouting.  His, "Oh god yes,
Baby! Fuck me!  Fuck my dick!  Fuck me you little slut!  Fuck me bitch!" was
counter pointed with her, "Oh, fuck DaDee!  Oh, fuck!  I love your big dick
DaDee!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Shoot it in!  Fill me up with your cum! Then fill me
up again and again! Fuck, fuck, oh fuck! I'm cumming DaDee, I'm cumming!!!"

She sat down hard on his dick and began gyrating in his lap.  Her cunt was
spasmodically contracting around his dick, relentlessly milking him as she
orgasmed.  That familiar feeling began moving up from his balls into thick base
of his cock. He couldn't have held off any longer as she was in control of this
fucking and he exploded into her again, pumping globs of his thick masculine
milk into her welcoming pussy.  She collapsed onto his chest panting like she had
run a mile as the last spurts from his cock filled her sex canal.

Brad hugged her close to him as he whispered, "I love you Babydoll.  I love you."

"I love you too DaDee," she whispered between pants.

Brad had a sudden thought.  Teresa had gotten Kim a prescription a year ago or
so, said it was better to be safe than sorry, that it would also help her complexion,
which it did. He'd been picking it up, but had no way of knowing if she was really
taking it.  "You are taking the pill?"

"Oh course DaDee!  I don't want to get pregnant!"

Brad felt relieved.  He glanced over at the alarm clock.  It was ten after three. 
'Shit,' he thought, 'we've been fucking for nearly three hours.'  Brad reflected that
after three hours, they were back in the same position that they had started in.  He
squeezed her tighter and whispered, "You're DaDee's girl, and DaDee's going to
fuck his little girl, then fuck her again and again."  

She didn't reply, as she was fast asleep.  He too soon dozed off, his flaccid dick
still embedded in her cunt.




THE GUARDIAN
By Art Martin 

CHAPTER 2

MORNING AFTER
(M/f, inc, con, oral)

All through the remaining night and into the morning, Brad would waken briefly,
aware of his penis becoming erect, sliding into her.  She would squirm a little and
softly moan, but not wake up.  He would remain still; enjoying the feel of his dick
encased in its warm moist cradle before dozing off again.  He was hard again
when the alarm clock went off at 7 AM.  He reached over and turned off the
mindless dictator.  She was awake this time and he rolled her on to her back.

"Oh yes DaDee," she moaned as he gave her an energetic good morning fuck.
"You feel so good inside of me.  Fuck me, please fuck me."  

Brad did as she wished and fucked his baby girl like he use to fuck her mother. 
After getting his rocks off he rolled off.

"Morning baby!" he said brightly.

"Good morning DaDee," she replied barely opening her eyes. She looked over at
the clock and saw how late it was.  "Oh shit!  I'm going to late for school!"  She
started to get up but Brad restrained her.

"You're not going to school today Honeypot.  You didn't get enough sleep last
night.  You're going to stay home today and I'm going to fuck your sweet ass all
day!"

"But I have a test today in biology!"

"I'll test you in biology.  Birds and Bees 101.  I suspect you'll make an A, but you
have give it your full attention."

"I think you will be a fun teacher to have."

"I think you'll be a good pupil!"  He kissed her softly, nibbling at her lip, lightly
tracing the outline of her lips with his tongue, gently worming it into her mouth. 
Meanwhile his hands began to roam across her nubile and sumptuous body.   He
began kissing her neck.

"God DaDee, you're such a good kisser," she gushed as he approached her ear. 
"Mmmmmm, that feels soooo good."

He began nibbling on her erogenous fleshy ear lobe while nuzzling her ear with
his nose, then whispering, "You're so beautiful, the most beautiful girl I know,"
before burying his tongue in her ear canal.  Her breathing became noticeably
faster as he licked, nibbled and lightly smacked in her ear, his hot breath
communicating to her his desire and arousal.  She got so hot that she was panting
like a puppy dog.  He dragged a hand from her neck, across her tits and down to
her crotch.  At the touch of hand to her swollen sex, she let out a salacious groan.
She was still leaking from their last fuck and he scooped a glob of mixed jism and
pussy juice onto his fingers, and then rubbed the semen into her left nipple.  The
remainder he spread on her lips. One by one she sucked his fingers clean.

Brad kissed down her neck and nibbled and kissed her now heaving breasts,
circling in on her left nipple but studiously avoiding it, slowly licking the spunk
from her breast.  His hand descended to her crotch once again and gathered more
semen from her pussy and he coated her other breast with their mixture of sex
secretions.   He then put his wet fingers to her mouth for her to lick clean.  

After what seemed forever to the horny girl, her father's voracious mouth at last
zeroed in on her nipple and he orally worked it over, sucking, nibbling, sucking,
and licking, driving her wild with passion.  His hand descended once again to her
pussy, stroking her outer lips, teasing her mercilessly before he inserted his
middle and index finger up her vagina.  He found the slight fleshy bulge of her
G-spot and gently rubbed it with the pad of his fingertip, meanwhile he slipped
his thumb up her slippery slit to her clit and began stimulating it by squeezing her
pussy in his hand.  After a few minutes of this, her breasts began to change color,
reddening in splotches.  

Brad knew that she was on the edge.  He moved to her right nipple, and gently bit
it and pulled on it.  That was it.  Kim reacted with convulsive lurches and her
pussy tightened around his fingers as fresh hot juices poured from her steaming
sex, filling his hand and running down the crack of her ass and onto the soiled
sheets.  He released her tit and brought a handful of her own ejaculate up and
smeared it across her lips and face before inserting his fingers into her willing
mouth again for cleaning.

Brad slipped off the bed and stood, looking her over as she recovered.  She was a
mess, beautiful indeed, but a mess.  Her hair was a tangled, her face glistened, her
tits glistened, and her crotch was positively wet.  Patches of dried cum from the
previous evening clung to her thighs, her stomach and matted her pubic hair. Brad
liked what he saw. She was marked as his to do with as he pleased.  

Still he wasn't satisfied.  His enormous sexual appetite had been reawakened and
like a thirsty man after a long ordeal, he couldn't seem to slake his raging thirst. 
He leaned over and kissed her hot sopping pussy before grabbing her ankles and
pulling her off the bed.

Kim came back to reality at the shock of her butt hitting the floor.  Her back was
against the bed so that she was sitting upright, legs slightly splayed.  She looked
up into her father's crotch as he stood straddling her.  His flaccid dick was inches
from her face.  As much as she'd been fucked by this dick in the past ten hours,
she really had never seen it or the ball filled scrotum that produced such
prodigious quantities of sperm.  Even flaccid, his dick was impressive and she
thought it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.  She'd seen quite a few
dicks this past year, but none as perfect as her daddy's.  DaDee's dick was a very
thick, cut tube sitting on top of two very fat balls.   The head was a purplish color
with a very pleasing mushroom shape, not flat like a toadstool, but sleek like an
arrow. There was at least a half-inch overhang around the rim to the stalk of his
dick.  On the stalk, just below the rim of his glans was a dark brown ring.  She'd
noticed how all her cut boyfriends had this ring, whereas her uncut boyfriends did
not. She guessed correctly that the brown ring was the circumcision scar.  It
pleased her that her father was circumcised, as the foreskin didn't hide his
beautifully formed cock crown. She studied the patterns made by the tangle of
thick blue veins that ran the length of his dick.

She reflected that her daddy was bigger soft than Billy Watson was when he was
hard.  She knew that this may be unfair; he may have grown some, maybe a lot. 
She hadn't seen Billy this past year except at school after their two-week romance
that ended when she discovered that his best friend, Tom Volt had a much nicer
cock. Tom lasted about two weeks too until she took up with Tom's older brother
Jim.  Jim was so much more mature than either Billy or Tom.   After Jim, well
the guys in her class were just so immature that she only dated older guys.  Of
course there were Zach and Tommy, Traci's brothers, they really weren't
boyfriends per se, just easily available and always willing.  

Her latest boyfriend, Hank, was a senior and about to graduate from high school. 
Hank was a hunk, well hung, almost as well hung as her daddy, but now that she
had experienced making love to an older man, even Hank seemed somewhat
immature, or at least lacking in experience and fine technique.

She studied his wrinkled ball sack, hanging low and filled with his walnut sized
testicles.  DaDee wasn't nearly as hairy as Hank was.  Hank was positively
primitive, with thick black hair on every square inch of his massive frame,
whereas DaDee had just enough soft brown body hair to be manly and his genitals
were no exception.

"You know Honeypot," her father softly began as he rubbed his crotch into her
face, "your daddy likes to have his cock sucked, and it's been a long time since
I've had a girl as pretty as you suck me off.   Come on Baby, be good girl and suck
your daddy.  Show DaDee what a good cock sucker you are."

Kim really didn't need much coaxing.  She loved the feel of a dick in mouth.  She
loved the rich flavor of cum on her tongue.  It was just that her daddy was so big,
not so much now while he was limp, but when he was hard he was a lot thicker
round than even Hank. The warm glowing sensation radiating from her well
fucked pussy was a reminder just how thick he was, just how his beautiful cock
had stretched her cunt wider than ever before, much wider. She nuzzled her nose
into her father's genitals and breathed in the heady aroma of his funk, a pungent
mixture of cum, crotch sweat, and her own pussy.

Kim drew her legs under her and repositioned herself on her knees.  She started
licking the sensitive underside of his penis, starting just behind his glans and
slowly licked down the shaft following the little seam of flesh that runs from
dickhead to the scrotum and back to the anus.  She paused to lightly flick the tip
of her tongue over his puckered hole.

"God damn, Baby!  That feels sooooo good."  Brad had closed his eyes,
concentrating on savoring the delightful sensations.

By the time her tongue had traced it's way along the seam back to his dick, he was
semi-erect.  She gently nibbled at the seam of flesh that connected to the
underside of his glans. 

"Oh, fuck Baby, you've got promise," he moaned. 

His dick quickly grew to full erection and now she had the full length of his rigid
pole to play with.  She nibbled back down the shaft, following the same route as
before, gnawing at his thick cock tube bulging from beneath his shaft. She
playfully bit and stretched his sack as she slowly swept over and behind his balls
where she flickered her tongue from side to side until she was flicking his anus
again.

"Oh God damn!  God damn!" he moaned, eyes shut tightly as the pleasure welled
up deep inside his loins.  Teresa used to tease him like this and it always drove
him wild.

On her way back to his dick, she stopped to suck each ball into her mouth, rolling
it around, rubbing it with her tongue, giving him a preview of things to come. 
Then back up the throbbing shaft, veins bulging with blood, her tongue making
little circles as she slowly spiraled up the shaft. 

Clear pre-cum oozed freely from his cock hole, running down his glans to meet
her teasing tongue at that most sensitive junction.  It was a taste that she adored
and she followed the slimy tasty trail to its source. She grasped his dick in her
hand and ran her thumb up his cock tube from the base to the head, milking the
pre-cum that filled it into her greedy mouth as she puckered her lips and sucked
on his cock hole.  Then she opened her sultry lips just enough to allow the
velvety-smooth cock crown to slide into her mouth.  She kissed and sucked his
cockhead, thrashing it with her swirling tongue.  Quickly his glans became so
sensitive that every time she ran her tongue across it, his knees would flinch and
he would utter a little gasping sound.  She bobbed her head,
inserting and withdrawing his glans, sweeping it repeatedly with her hot moist
lips.

She was licking his cock slit and about to try and force his thick dick further into
her mouth, when he let out a breathless plea, "Oh sweet mercy!"     She felt the
head swell in her mouth and felt with her hand his cock tube pulsate as he erupted
into her mouth.  "Ahhhhhhhh!  Ahhhhhh!   Ahhhhh!" he cried in sync with the
pulses of his spewing cock. He pulled his dick from her mouth and continued to
spew thick milky-white semen aiming it to splash onto her surprised face, "Ahhh! 
Ahhhh!  Ahh!  Ahhh!" and one final "Ah fuck!" as he jammed his dick back
between her lips.

He sank to his knees, dragging his oozing dick across her neck, chest and
stomach, leaving a thin trail of cum down her torso.  He rested his head on her
shoulders until he recovered.  After a minute, he looked up into her face.  Great
globs of cum tenaciously clung to her face as other globs, succumbing to gravity,
ran down her cheeks and dripped onto her tits.  He took a finger and scooped up a
glob and licked it clean.  He scooped up another glob and presented it to her lips,
she immediately sucked his finger clean.  He kissed her, a great sloppy kiss,
designed to smear his cum across both of their faces.

He rocked back on his heels and smiled and chuckled.  "You're a fucking mess
Baby!"

She beamed back at him.  "I enjoy being a mess sometimes.  I especially like
being a mess with you DaDee."

"You're one fantastic cock sucker little girl.  Where did you learn to give a blow
job like that?"

She blushed at his crudeness.  "Mommy taught me."

Brad was a little shocked.   "Mommy taught you?"

"Well, she told me what to do and how to do it.  All the guys sure seem to like it."

"I bet they do!  When did she teach you this?"

"Oh, right after she put me on the pill.  She said it was something I needed to
know.  You know, I sure miss Mommy.  We were so close.  I'd tell her everything
and she'd tell me everything."

"Everything?"

"Well, maybe not everything, but what I needed to know as a woman.  You know,
how my body works, how a man's body works, how to make love, how to please a
man, how to please a girl."

"How to please a girl?"  Teresa was randy, but he never figured she would teach
her daughter that.

"Well yes, you know sometimes it's just fun to be very naughty, especially with a
good friend."

"Like who?"

"Mom always said what went on between two people was their business and no
one else, and that it was always best not to talk about it to anyone else."  She
paused a moment, smearing his cum across her tits.  "DaDee, last night you called
me a slut. Do you think I'm a slut?"

He wasn't sure how to answer her.  He didn't recall calling her a slut, but maybe in
the heat of passion he had.  "Well, you know, when your mother and I made love,
sometimes we got carried away, and I would call her a slut.  She seemed to like it
then.  Other times, when I would be angry and I called her slut, she didn't like it."

"I liked it last night when you called me that.  It made me feel very naughty."

"You are a naughty little slut, fucking your daddy like that.  What will the
neighbors think?"

"We don't have any neighbors."

"Oh yeah!"     

He stood up and helped her off the floor.  He took her in his arms and kissed her
again, lewdly rubbing her pussy.  "Well right now you look like a gang banging
whore who worked overtime.  Come on Babygirl, let's get cleaned up and then get
a bite to eat, I'm famished."   

He led her to his large walk-in shower.  The shower had four showerheads, so that
water cascaded across your body from four directions.  They could act as one
head or they could be individually controlled though Brad had never used that
option.  Like the rest of the house, Teresa spared no expense and the master bath
was elegant, suitable for entertaining intimate friends.  

They spent a long time lingering in the shower, soaping each other up, cleaning
every nook and cranny before starting all over again.  The feel of her silky smooth
skin as he ran his soapy hands across her nude body and the feel of her bare flesh
sliding across his chest as he ground his body into hers was getting him turned on
again, but hunger was getting the best of him.  He turned off the shower and
kissed her once again.

"I want to fuck you right now Baby, but if I do, I think I'll pass out from hunger
and incestuous bliss."

She coyly smiled and threw him a towel.  "Yeah right!  Remember DaDee, put up
or shut up.  You want to fuck me, fuck me, but don't give me that 'I'm hungry'
bullshit.  Mom was right.  You guys are all alike. All you really want to do is eat,
drink and take advantage of horny girls, in that order."

"And what do horny little girls want to do?"

She looked him straight in the eye and smiled.  "Fuck."

Brad headed for the kitchen to fix coffee and fix some breakfast, leaving Kim to
towel dry her hair.  It was already 10:30 AM and he was famished.  He turned the
coffee pot on and dug around the refrigerator finding eggs, Mexican sausage,
flour tortillas and hot salsa.   As the sausage browned in an iron skillet he picked
up the phone, pulled up the memory and dialed her high school's assistant
principal for freshmen.

"Rockford High School, Mrs. Coleman speaking."

"Ms. Coleman, this is Brad Johnson.  My daughter Kim is not feeling well and
will not be at school today."

"Oh, that's too bad, I hope she's feeling well soon."

"She'll be fine tomorrow, but she's concerned about a biology test today."

"Tell her not worry, the school's closed today.  We just have the staff here today
cleaning up.  We have lots of broken glass and water damage from last night's
storm.  Did you have any damage?"

Brad had completely forgotten about the storm last night. He didn't have a clue as
to what kind of damage there was.  "I'm not sure. I guess I need to get an
insurance appraiser out here."

"Well the roof of my house is completely destroyed, and there's a lot of water
damage.  You should see my husband's truck.  It was outside and it looks like
someone took a sledgehammer to it.  There are lots of power lines and telephone
lines down all across town."

"Well I think we're OK.  The phone works and I have power.  I'm sorry to hear
that you got so much damage Mrs. Coleman.  Well nice talking to you."

"Goodbye, Mr. Johnson."

'Linda Coleman.  Now that's a nice piece,' he thought.  He knew her socially from
the Rockford Country Club.  He played golf with her husband, Lenny, a couple of
times.  When she had a few drinks, she turned into a bit of a flirt.  He was sure
that last year it was no accident when she brushed her boobs across his shoulder. 
Teresa was with him, but she didn't like Lenny and so he didn't pursue it.

He poured himself a cup of black coffee and replaced the pot as the coffee
continued to brew. The sausage was ready and he drained the fat before adding
the eggs.  He placed a stack of tortillas on a plate and zapped them in the
microwave.  "Kim!  Breakfast is ready!"

A minute later Kim strolled in the kitchen, a towel wrapped around her hair and a
towel wrapped around her body.  Brad looked at her, sat his coffee down and
pulled the towel away from her body.  "Dress code violation, uniform of the day
is au naturel."  He leaned over and kissed her tit.  "How can I lick your tits when
they're all covered up?"

Her eyes brightened, "Did you call school?"

"Yep, school's closed today, storm damage."

"Good, I hate missing a test, the make-ups are always harder."

"I'm harder with you naked."

"Oh, DaDee!  You're so bad."

He was about to tweak a nipple when he smelled the eggs burning.  "Damn!  Now
look what you made me do!"  He frantically removed the eggs from the heat and
quickly scooped the unburned portion onto a plate.  "Hope they taste OK.  Hell,
with that salsa, anything tastes good."

Kim set the table and got herself a glass of milk while Brad placed the food on
the table.  He couldn't keep his eyes off of her.  She had a body to die for and it
commanded his attention.  The sway of her ass cheeks as she walked was
incredibly sexy.  As she stood facing away from him, he could plainly see her
pussy lips protruding.  She turned and walked to the table, firm tits jiggling as she
walked.

"DaDee, you've got a hard on!"

"You bet I do Baby."

"Mommy told me you were insatiable once you got worked up."

"Yeah, and I'm certainly worked up over you.  Damn you're beautiful!"

"Thank you, now will you say grace?"

Brad wasn't particularly religious but asking God to bless their meal was a
long-standing tradition ingrained by his parents.  He had to laugh.  It was so
incongruous.  Here they were, fresh from violating a major taboo, wallowing in
sin.  If there were a God, they were going straight to hell and to ask God to bless
their food was inviting food poisoning.  To be flagrantly sacrilegious wasn't any
worse than what he had already done and honestly, thanks should be given for his
good fortune.  He raised his hands open to the heavens and intoned, "Thank you
Lord, for sending Kim to my bed last night.  She's your finest creation and a
wonderful fuck.  Amen."

"DaDee!"

"Well it's true!  You know what they say, the Lord acts in mysterious ways, and
who are we to question Him.  I'm happy with what He's given me and I thank Him
accordingly."

She looked at him like he'd lost is mind before she started giggling.  "You know,
honestly, I wasn't planning on starting anything last night DaDee, I was just
scared."  They served their plates and continued to chat.

"And I wasn't planning to rape you.  It just happened."

"You didn't rape me."

"In the eyes of the law I did."

"Well I'm glad it happened."

"Me too.  You are a wonderful fuck."

"What about you!  Mommy was right.  You are a wonderful lover.  It's a shame to
let you go to waste and I claim you as mine."

"You can have me as long as I can have you."

"Anytime DaDee, anytime.  When I realized your dick was inside me last night, I
wasn't scared, I wasn't shocked, I just wanted all of it.  And you're so big! 
Mommy said you were big but I had no idea how you'd stretch me and fill me up
like that.  Mommy also said you had great stamina and great technique.  That's an
understatement!  You're like that stupid bunny on TV, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam! 
On and on you go, bam, bam, bam, bam!  Making me cum and cum and cum and
cum!  God, I lost count after the first fifteen minutes!  With most guys its over
and done with in five minutes without me even close to an orgasm. You are the
best DaDee, so anytime you want me, take me."

"I plan on doing just that Baby."  He took a bite out of his breakfast burrito and
pondered the consequences of their illicit taboo affair.   Shit, he could really get
in trouble and go to jail for raping his daughter. "You have to keep this secret
Kim, even from Traci.  You're a minor and what we're doing is incest.  Society
takes a very dim view of incest, especially when a depraved father's doing his
underage children."

"I'm not a child and I'm OK with it."

"In the eyes of the law, you are a child and I'm raping you.  Your consent is
irrelevant."

"That's stupid!"

"Stupid or not, it's the law and I don't want to go to prison for having sex with
you, so keep it a secret.  What we do together in this house is nobody's business
but ours."

"I'll keep it secret DaDee."

"Another thing, how many boys have you fucked?"

"DaDee!  That's personal."

"Personal or not, there is a heath issue here.  So, how many boys?  Four?"

She laughed at his naivety.  "More."

"Ten?"

"More"

"Jesus!  When did you start?"

"About a year ago."  Brad contemplated the number of partners in such a short
time.  She was a slut!  She noticed the frown on his face.  "DaDee, are you
jealous?"

"No just concerned.  Do you use condoms with these boys?"

"No DaDee, I'm on the pill!"

"I know that, but what I'm concerned about is disease.  You've got to protect
yourself.  We can't change what's happened in the past and just have to hope for
the best, but from now on, you must use a condom."

"The guys don't like it."

"It's for their protection too.  They had better get use to it or die at an early age. 
Don't you know that there are horrid, incurable diseases out there!  Before you
were born, nobody had ever heard of AIDS or some of the other nasty things now
going around.  That's why your mother and I stopped..."

"Stopped what?"

"Never mind, what we're talking about is now and the future.  I can understand
your boyfriends' reluctance to use a rubber, but it's not an option for them
anymore.  I don't want you to catch something that will kill you! Look, I plan on
fucking you bareback and I don't want to catch anything either.  I'll get you a
supply, just be sure and use them."

"You want me to use them?"

"Absolutely!"

"You mean I have your permission?"

"Permission?"

Kim cocked her head to one side and tested the waters.  "Yeah, permission to
have sex with other guys as long as we use rubbers.  You don't mind if I sleep
around?"

Brad felt somewhat trapped.   Actually he did mind.  He certainly wasn't the first
to fuck her, and to demand fidelity from her was unrealistic. As a father he didn't
want some strange guy, maybe with spiked hair and a tattooed dick, fucking his
little girl, but he couldn't stop her if that what she wanted to do.  She was fucking
him and he was her loving father.  Did he want her just for himself?  Yeah, but he
knew that was unrealistic too.  Hell, she was a teenager, with very different
interests than his own.  She had her life to live.  He couldn't very well lock her in
the house for his pleasure only.  She had football games, dances, swim parties,
drinking parties, and probably fucking parties and he certainly couldn't be her
date.  That was Big Jim's problem.  He wanted to possess Teresa and was furious
when she married Brad.  Brad wasn't going to inherit that mantle; he'd already
inherited enough from the old bastard.  Kim was smiling at him, paying with a
nipple, waiting on his answer.

"It would be absurd for me to try and stop you from having sex with whomever
you want, whenever you want.  I just want you safe."

"Safe?  Is that all?"

"No, available.  Available to me so that we can have some quality time together."

"I already told you DaDee, anytime, anytime.  I just wanted to be sure what the
ground rules are."

Brad was uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was going.  "Use a
rubber.  No exceptions." He reached over and pulled off the towel still wrapped
around her hair.  "I told you, today is au naturel."

Brad excused himself.  He had to check on any damages from the storm.  Kim
cleaned the kitchen before returning her attention to her wet hair.  Stepping out
onto the patio, he glanced around.  What a difference from yesterday!  The trees
had leafed out two weeks ago and you couldn't see the water in the coves on
either side of the house.  Today, all the leaves were stripped from the trees,
littering the ground in a bright green carpet.  He could easily see across both
coves from where he stood.  Locating a pair of sandals, he slipped them on and
began his inspection of the property.

The patio and deck were covered in organic detritus.  The first problem he found
was the hot tub cover was smashed, it's back broken.  He pulled it off to the side. 
The pumps were still working and the water was hot, no real damage done.

He walked around the house, standing away so that he could see the roof.  It
looked okay, but you never knew, even a slate roof could have a few broken
singles.  Yes, over there, a few shingles were at an odd angle.   On west side of
the house, he found a few windows the where the glass was cracked, but nothing
broken out.

He strolled out down to his shop where he stored his car wash supplies. He could
see as he approached that the windows on the west side were all broken out.  No
big deal, nothing but drums of detergent and wax stored inside along with a few
other things that shouldn't be affected too much by blowing rain.  The most
damage was to his work truck, an old white Econoline van that looked a lot worse
for the night.  Dents, big and small were everywhere.  The windshield was
cracked.   A tree limb partially crushed the top.  Oh well, it was old anyway.  He
mused how Kim hated to be dropped off at school in that van when he was on his
way to his rounds, she would really hate it now.

He went down towards the boat dock, located on the north cove.  He glanced
around scanning the water for fishermen.  There was no one in sight.  He was still
nude except for the sandals.  He liked walking the property in the buff and often
did just that when Kim was in school.  The house was situated on a fifteen-acre
peninsula that made up the grounds for the house.  He also owned the lakefront
property on the other side of both the north and south coves.  The house was only
partially visible from the lake, from the east end of the peninsula. The property
was very private.

At the sight of the condition of the boathouse he was a bit dismayed.  Most of the
tin roofing had blown off, some panels still hanging by a nail, other panels
completely gone.  He looked out to the floating dock moored in the middle of the
cove.  The sailboat was gone!  Kim and her friends had taken it out yesterday. 
They must not have tied it up properly and no doubt the mooring came loose
during the storm, the strong westerly winds driving it out into the lake.  The
'Spread Eagle' was nowhere to be seen.  "Fuck!"  He hadn't taken it out since his
close friends, Ed and Lisa Helms moved about a year ago, but now he was going
to have to search the lake for it and Lake Rockford was a big lake.

He looked across the cove to where the Helm's floating pier used to be.  When Ed
sold his house, access rights to the pier didn't go with it.  Brad remembered that
after Ed sold the pier and they were towing it to its new owners, Ed made the
comment, "It's a good thing we're moving Brad.  That little girl of yours, shit, I'd
jump on that in a heart's beat!"

"Ed!  That's my daughter you're talking about!"

"I know.  I'm just saying..."

"Fuck off Ed!"

After all those years, they parted on a sour note.  He wondered what Ed would say
now about his righteous indignation.  He and Teresa were planning to visit them
at their new home in San Francisco, but then Big Jim died.  Before they could
reschedule, Teresa was dead.  They missed her funeral because Ed and Lisa were
in Asia for three months on business. He hadn't seen them since they moved.





THE GUARDIAN

CHAPTER THREE
By Art Martin

GETTING AQUINTANTED
(MMF, con, oral, anal)

Brad met Ed their freshman year in college.  They were both on scholarships for
wrestling.  They were in the same weight class and were often paired as sparring
partners.  They roomed together in the athletic dorm for two years.  The dorm
wasn't too bad their freshman year, but towards the end of their sophomore year,
it was pretty much a drag.  It was cramped, it was always very noisy, and it lacked
privacy.  The lack of privacy wasn't a big deal, but it severely limited their
opportunities for entertaining the ladies.

Their scholarships and bogus "part time jobs" provided adequate finances for
tuition, room and board, plus enough to share the expenses of a car and for beer
money, but that was about all.  They decided to take out student loans to pay for
an apartment.  Affordable apartments near State U were hard to come by and at
the beginning of their junior year they were still stuck in the dorm.  Then they had
a lucky break. Jack Thompson, a senior who was a heavyweight on the wrestling
team, told them the guys who lived below him had been evicted and the
apartment was available.  Brad and Ed jumped on it.

The apartment was in the basement of a small frame house.  Jack and two other
giant jocks, a weightlifter and a shot-put man, occupied the upstairs.  The
basement was perfect, sparsely but adequately furnished with two bedrooms, a
full bath, a full kitchen and a living room.   Nothing fancy, but far superior to the
dorm.  Their landlady was a widow and the house was in her backyard facing the
service alley.  It was private and commanded a view of all the neighbors' garbage
cans.  They took their student loan money and paid the rent in cash for the next
twenty months, insuring that they now had a place to stay until graduation.

Ed had been dating Teresa steadily since the spring of last year.  Brad was
immediately attracted to her.  She was pretty and petite, about five foot three
inches and maybe 100 pounds after a big meal.  She had perfect legs and her full
dark hair always looked great.  Brad loved her dreamy dark brown eyes.  She was
a classy girl who drank beer with the best of them and belonged to the Gamma
Theta Pi sorority.  She and Brad were friendly and flirted when Ed wasn't about,
but Brad never betrayed his best friend and never asked her out.

Now that they had the apartment, Brad saw Teresa often as she spent quite a bit
of time there, mainly in Ed's room helping keep the bedsprings limber.  The walls
were thin and sounds carried from one room to the next.  Brad would hear them;
ease into his room and through a hole punched in the wall, watched Ed and
Teresa getting after it.  It was a turn on and he would jack off, shooting his load
onto the wall.   The wall was already badly stained; apparently he wasn't the first
to do that, and the wall was equally stained on Ed's side.  After a while he'd
quietly get a beer and go upstairs to shoot the shit with Jack and his roomies.

Brad didn't have a steady girl like Ed did, but casually dated several girls, but
none for very long.  The exception was Lisa.  Brad knew Lisa from early on in
high school.  She was a full figured, strawberry blonde.  Tall at, about 5' 10", she
weighed about 165 pounds.  She wasn't fat at all, but she did have great tits, 38D's
and a great ass.  She could qualify as an Amazon beauty. It was Brad who took
Lisa's virginity.  For a short while they dated steadily, though never exclusively,
as they lacked that emotional spark. Brad always treated her with respect.  They
remained good friends and occasional lovers throughout high school and into
college.    . 

Brad got a call from Lisa early one Sunday afternoon.  She wanted to get together
if he wasn't busy.  Brad knew exactly what she wanted.  No, he wasn't busy, in
fact he was bored, and as always he was happy to oblige her.

Ed had gone home to see his folks for the weekend and Brad had struck out at the
local bar the night before as well as the night before that.  He had a test to study
for, but that could wait.  Lisa was at his door within twenty minutes and five
minutes after that they were on the living room floor and once again he was
slowing sinking his big dick into her eager pussy.  There was no rush and they
whiled away the afternoon copulating and pleasuring each other in a variety of
ways.  

About 3:30, Ed walked in on them.  Brad was sitting on the sofa, Lisa kneeling on
the floor sucking his cock. Lisa tried to jump up but Brad grabbed her by the back
of her head and pressed her face back into his crotch.   She was a strong girl, but
helpless against his overpowering strength.

Ed feasted his eyes on her nakedly gleaming buttocks trust up and outward,
twisting seductively before him, her thighs wet with cum, his libido quickly
heating up.  He froze unsure of what he should do but his cock strained at his
jeans.  He clumsily adjusted his growing hard on and looked to Brad for his
reaction to his intrusion. 

"Come on in Ed!  You've met Lisa."  With his free hand, Brad pointed at her ass
and made an obscene thrusting gesture.  Ed dropped what was in his hand and
stripped down, quickly positioning his hard shaft at her back door.

Lisa protested momentarily, but as Brad's dick was deep in her throat she could
only manage an emphatic, "Mmmth!  Mmmmth!  Mmmmmth," that quickly
changed to a melodic "Mmmmmmmmmm," as Ed's long thick rod slipped into
the depths of her cum soaked cunt.  

Once she began trusting her haunches to meet Ed's thrusts, Brad released his grip
on her head allowing her to pull off of him for a moment before gobbling his dick
again.  Brad was really turned on by the sight of Ed fucking her while she sucked
him off.  Ed in his excitement pounded the hell out her bringing her quickly to an
intense orgasm that exploded over her like nothing she'd experienced before.  Her
spasmodic cunt clutched and squeezed Ed's cock, triggering his own orgasm. 
Violently jerking her hips, she inadvertently pulled away from Ed's spewing cock. 
The vibration of her muffled screams of delight on Brad's dick and the sight of Ed
splattering her back with his stooge sent Brad over the top and he forcefully
unloaded into her wildly sucking mouth.  

Even though he had already cum several times that afternoon, Brad had an
unusually short refraction time and was able to muster a generous load of screw
juice.  Lisa nearly choked on the sudden flood of cum and pulled off, causing
Brad to eject his spunk on her face and back, some arching over and splattering
Ed on the stomach.  

Ed managed to ram his still spewing cock back up her pulsating fuck hole just
before she collapsed onto the floor, and continued fucking her until he lost his
erection.  Once Ed stopped trusting, the room was still for about five minutes
except for the sound of deep breathing as the threesome recovered.

Lisa finally broke the silence as she managed to get Ed off her back.  "God damn
you Brad!  You think I'm your whore!"

"You're not a whore Lisa," replied Brad surprised at her outburst,  "but don't tell
me you didn't enjoy that."

"You just don't do that to a ..." Ed cut her off with a passionate kiss, driving his
tongue deep into her mouth.  Ed tasted the salty tang of cum in and around her
mouth and slowly realized it was Brad's cum he tasted.  He was momentarily
repelled, but he was so enjoying the feel of her full breasts as well has her tongue
darting into his mouth that he accepted the taste and even began to savor the rich
flavor.

Brad reached down and ran his hand up her crotch running three fingers up her
vagina and placing his thumb on her enlarged clit.  Grasping her sex in his hand
he began rubbing her clit with his thumb while rubbing her G-spot with his
fingers.  Her puffy aureoles stood markedly above the white flesh of her tits and
Ed roughly sucked in an erect nipple.  Lisa loved her nips to be sucked and Ed's
oral assault served to heighten the pleasure she was receiving from Brad.  The
fact that two men were ravishing her alarmed her yet increased her sexual
excitement. Soon the fires of lust were raging again in her loins and belly, rapidly
building in intensity.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, Aaaaiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee," she screamed as her pussy contracted in
wild spasms as the roaring volcano within her erupted again, sending a flow of
her hot lava out her throbbing pussy to gush across Brad's hand, running down her
ass crack and onto the rug.   Brad drove his head into her snatch to lap of the
copious flow of her juice, mixed with cum, both his and Ed's until she managed to
push his head out from between her tightly squeezing legs.

As she came to, she became aware of something brushing across her lips.  She
opened her eyes staring at Ed's uncut, semi-erect cock.  Brad's face was near and
he said, "Now don't tell me you didn't enjoy that too, Lisa.  Now be a good girl
and get Ed hard again."

She sucked the end of Ed's penis into her mouth and lashed it with her tongue,
and as she did so, it began to enlarge and stiffen in her mouth. He and Brad were
about the same size, about 8 inches long and 6 inches in girth when fully erect. 
Despite the similarities in size, Lisa marveled at the differences in texture, and
especially the differences in their glans. Besides the obvious presence of foreskin,
Ed's cockhead was round and knobby whereas Brad's cockhead was more pointed
and sleeker. After indulging in oral stimulation for several minutes, Ed pulled his
hard rod from her voraciously sucking mouth and rolled onto his back.

Brad was still there, having closely watched her blowing his friend.  "OK Baby,
fuck him.  Go ahead, it's all right.  You do want to fuck him don't you? So go
ahead, fuck him."

Abandoning all remaining sense of propriety she succumbed to her carnal desires
and willingly debased herself further, mounting Ed at Brad's urging.  She
positioned Ed's dick at the entrance to her fuck tunnel and sat down, driving him
in deep in one motion.   Then at Brad's urgings to 'fuck him baby, fuck him, ' she
began vigorously riding Ed's cock.

The sight of her lustfully fucking Ed quickly brought Brad to another erection. 
His dick began to ache and throb as he waited his turn. He suddenly had a better
idea.  He picked up the tube of KY Jelly off the floor and greased up his excited
prick.  He then pushed her back forward onto Ed's chest and spread her legs wider
with his ankles.  He positioned himself for anal entry.  He pushed against the
resisting rubbery hole until it began to open, and for the second time that
afternoon his glans slipped into her warm rectum.

"Oh sweet fucking mercy," she gasped as the second dick forced it's way into her. 
With Ed's thick dick already buried deep in her pussy, there wasn't much room for
another thick dick up her ass.  She rotated her hips back, withdrawing from Ed's
dick while at the same time driving Brad's dick in deeper.  She raised her ass a
few more inches and once Brad sensed there was room, he pushed into her ass as
deep as he could.

"Jesus fuck man!" exclaimed Ed at the feel of Brad's dick penetrating past the
head of his dick.

"Aaaagggghhhhh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh, fuck!" exclaimed Lisa.

Then Ed thrust into her, forcing his dick deep into her pussy.  "Fuck that's tight!"
he hoarsely whispered to no one in particular.

The threesome lay still for a moment before Brad withdrew his manmeat and
drove it back in deep.  Then Ed withdrew and drove back in.  Alternating back
and forth, Ed and Brad fucked her pussy and ass in deliberate measured strokes.

"Oooohhhhhh fuck meeeee," she moaned loudly, "oh god, oh fuck.  That feels
sooooooo good!"  Soon she was babbling incoherently,  "Ungh!  Ungh! Ungh! 
Uuuunnngghh! Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh! Unh! gphugh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"  as a
long continuous orgasm took hold of her, consuming her, making her shudder and
buck between the two big men as they relentlessly fucked her, and fucked her and
fucked her.  

After thirty minutes of double fucking, Ed wanted to switch places with Brad. 
Brad withdrew and told Ed he'd be right back.  Ed rolled her over into a straight
missionary.  She was limp from exhaustion but he continued ramming his dick in
and out of her spasmodically contracting cunt until Brad reappeared with a hastily
washed dick.  Ed pulled out and Brad hopped on driving into her cock-stretched
cunt, and then he rolled her over again onto his back.  

Brad grasped her butt cheeks and spread them wide, her anus gapping wide open
from the sodomy.  Ed greased up his dong and plunged into her abused anus. 
This time Brad kept still, buried to the hilt, as Ed furiously pounded her ass for
the next ten minutes until he shot his load.  Ed pulled off, exhausted.  

Brad rolled her over and fucked her pussy just as hard as Ed had fucked her ass
until he too shot off, though this time he was nearly dry.  Exhausted from his
efforts, Brad rolled off of her.  Once Brad had dismounted,  Ed sauntered off to
the kitchen and returned with two cold beers.  Ed handed Brad a beer and he sat
up to chug it.  

Lisa lay there, chest heaving as she breathed heavily, eyes closed.  After a few
minutes, her breathing became more normal, but she remained otherwise
motionless.  The guys left her alone and went to the fridge for another round.

"God damn Brad!  That was fantastic!  Only problem is I think I rubbed by dick
raw!"

"Me too," responded Brad as he fingered his sore member.

"Is she okay?"

"I guess.  I think she just passed out."

"Fuck Brad, I hope we didn't hurt her.  She do that very often?"

"As far as I know that was her first.  It was my first threesome."

"Me too!  Damn, she's got a fantastic body!  And those tits!  You see the way her
nipples puff out?  Shit!  What a beautiful ass!  I'd wallow in her piss for another
chance like that...We didn't hurt her did we?"

"I don't know.  She sure took a lot."  Brad swigged his beer and grinned at Ed. 
"Shit that was fun!"

"Well if we're sore, she's probably going to be sore too.  I sure hope we didn't hurt
her."

Brad thought a minute and said, "We'd better check her out.  Make sure that she's
not bleeding."

"Yeah man, I didn't think of that."

Brad and Ed returned to her listless body.  Lisa was spread eagle on the floor,
unconscious for all practical purposes.  Now before checking her out, Brad
visualized taking her to the Emergency Room with her ass bleeding and
explaining what had happened to her.  It wasn't something he wanted to do.

Brad knelt down beside her, "Lisa. Lisa? Lisa!  Are you OK Baby? Lisa?"  

She incoherently moaned.  Brad checked out her pussy, her pussy lips were very
red, distended, and hot to the touch.  She winched as he gently probed her
enflamed labia.  To check her anus, where the real damage might be, he pushed
her legs to her chest and had Ed hold them there.  Her butt was rolled off the floor
exposing her still gapping asshole.  It was raw looking and red, but there was no
blood and Brad was thankful for that.

Ed lowered her legs and Brad scooped her in his arms and carried her to his bed
and tucked her in.  She opened her eyes momentarily and whispered, "You
bastards!  You wonderful bastards!"   Then she curled up in a ball and fell back
asleep.  

Several hours later Lisa awoke.  It was dark.  She saw the red glare of Brad's
alarm clock and made out 9:27.  She pulled herself up and tried to find her
clothes and then remembered that they were in the living room.  Starting for the
door, she waddled rather than walked.   She was sore.    She waddled out into the
living room and froze.  Ed and Jack Thompson were sitting on the sofa watching
a football game.  Jack looked up at her and just stared.  Ed jumped up and
escorted her back to the bedroom.

"Where's Brad?"

"He had to go pick up some notes for a test tomorrow."

"Is that guy going to fuck me?"

"No, no, no.  Not unless you want him too."

"Not tonight, you two did a number on me.  I won't be able to screw for a week. 
Look, where are my clothes?  I've got to get back to the Gamma house.  I didn't
sign out for the night and Mrs. Hitt will raise hell if I'm out and not signed out."

"Uh, you won't tell Teresa about this will you?"

"Maybe, but I think I'll keep this to myself thank you.  Where are my clothes?"

"Uh, let me get them for you."  Ed disappeared and in a minute returned with a
pile of clothes.  He sat on the bed and watched her get dressed.  "Hey, I'm sorry
about this afternoon, we didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me.  I'm a little sore, but I'm not hurt."  

She looked up at him and studied his face.  He was very handsome with black
hair and dark eyes, and as would be expected of a middleweight collegiate
wrestler, he was very muscular without much fat.  He was covered in a thick crop
of body hair that she found very sexy.  She saw the genuine concern on his face.
"Don't be sorry, that was the best fucking I've ever gotten.  We'll have to get
together and do it again soon."

Ed's eyes lit up.  "Great!

"One thing, let's keep it between the three of us.  I don't want to be gang banged
by all the jocks in school."

"Oh no, I wouldn't do that!"

"You guys can get carried away sometimes you know, and let things get
completely out of hand.  I know everybody thinks we Gamma's are gangbanging
sluts, but that reputation is due to a small number of girls, which excludes me."

"I don't think you're a slut."

"I am a slut.  Only a slut would enjoy what you and Brad did to me.  I'm just not
prepared to spread my legs for every guy who drops in here, understand?"

"I still don't think you're a slut.  I think you're beautiful and incredibly sexy."

"What about Teresa?"

"She's beautiful and sexy too, but you're like...WOW!"

"Thanks Ed, you're sweet.  Look, I gotta go."

"Can I take you home?"

"I've got my car."

"Let me ride with you.  I can walk back."  With sincerity he added, "There may be
unsavory characters out there."

"Like you?"  

She watched his face fall at this comment.  She smiled wanly and conceded,
"Sure, take me home handsome.  I'd like that."  Ed jumped up and kissed her
passionately.  "Whoa! What was that for?"

"Just to show you that you're appreciated, that I like you, like you a lot."

"I know what you like! But thanks, you are a sweetie."

Ed escorted Lisa out of the apartment telling Jack that he'd see him later.  Jack
went back to the football game, somewhat piqued because he didn't get a little of
that.



A few days later Teresa was over.  She was in the bathroom getting cleaned up
after having sex with Ed.  Brad who really had the hots for her broached the
question.  "Ed, how about Teresa?  You know..."

Ed thought a moment.  "I don't think she's that kind of girl Brad."

"How do you know?  Sounds fun though, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it does, but I don't think she'd go for it."

"You would?"

Ed's feelings towards Teresa were still strong even though he had become
infatuated with Lisa.  He hesitated for a moment, not willing to share his girl with
Brad.  Still, Brad had shown him the greatest sexual experience of his life.  "What
the fuck?  How do you plan to do this?"

"Well, I'm going to put the make on her, if that's all right with you.  You just
excuse yourself and go drink a beer or two.  When you get back, we'll see what
happens."

"Why do I have to leave?"

"First to show her that you have no problem with me putting the makes on her. 
Secondly, do you think Sunday would have happened if you were standing about
watching what Lisa and I were doing?"

"No, I don't suppose."

Teresa then came out the bathroom after freshening up.  "Bye Ed, I've got to go."

"Where are you going?" asked Brad.

"I've got an Art History exam in two days and I have to study for it."

"I didn't know you were in Art History.  I haven't seen you.  I take Prof Gulling's
noon class on MWF."

"Oh, no wonder, I've got him at 9 o'clock on MWF," said Teresa.

"We've got a test too on Friday.  Say, how about if we study together, we can go
over my notes tonight and your notes tomorrow?"

"You take good notes?"

"Are you kidding?" interjected Ed.  "The 'Brain' here has a 3.8 average.  He takes
great notes."

Teresa looked back at Brad.  In addition to his other good qualities, he was smart. 
As far as Teresa was concerned he was a good-looking hunk with just the right
amount of body hair.  He was always very polite and a good conversationalist,
engaging her in stimulating discussions on a regular basis, not like the other jocks
who could hardly speak English even though it was their native tongue.  She
seemed to have so much in common with him, much more than she had in
common with Ed.  She always had wanted to get to know him better, but Ed was
in the way.  She sensed an opening and seized it.

"OK, let's see what you got Brad."

Brad retrieved his notes and textbook from his bedroom and sat on the sofa.  She
joined him sitting close but not too close.  Ed started for the door, "You two
intellects have fun.  I'm going to the Red Lion for a brew.  Don't wait up for me."

Brad looked into the dark pools of Teresa's eyes.  She was smiling at him with an
impish, knowing smile.  Lisa knew her sorority sister better than Ed did and Lisa
had indeed told her what happened Sunday between the three of them.  It was
positively wicked and Teresa was game.  She was disappointed when Brad didn't
join Ed and her during their earlier lovemaking.  Now Ed was gone.  She
correctly guessed what was on their minds but she couldn't fathom their approach.

Brad got down to business.  Study that is.  He posed questions from his notes in
rapid fire and she correctly responded to all his questions.  She knew the material
cold, better than Brad did.  In thirty minutes they were through.  Brad put down
the notes and took Teresa in his arms.  He gently kissed her and she responded by
kissing him back.

Brad was correct about all that flirting when Ed wasn't around.  She had the hots
for him too.  Soon her body writhed under Brad's roving hands, responding
shamelessly to his every touch.  Within five minutes Brad knew for sure that she
wanted to fuck him.  

He stripped her, tearing her blouse and nearly breaking the zipper to her jeans. 
She wore nothing underneath so they were soon naked and he was sucking Ed's
cum from her pussy, working her clit with his flickering tongue, driving her
toward the penultimate pleasure of a substantial orgasm.  

Just as she was on the verge, he stopped and mounted her.  Raking her clit up and
down with the tip of his hard dick, she began to shudder and buck her hips as she
began a powerful orgasm, only then did he slowly penetrate between the two
layers of pink flesh and into the convulsing grasp her cunt.  Once she came down
from her initial high he began to gently thrust her with a stair step,
'1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 Bam!, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7, Bam! Bam!, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7, Bam! Bam! Bam!'
and so on.  By the time he was at '1,2,3, Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Bam!' she had started cumming again.  

Once he was continuously slamming her petit body with all his strength, her
orgasms were coming rapidly together.  She was nearly delirious with fuck lust as
she uncontrollably flopped and jerked throughout her series of multiple orgasms. 
His nuts were churning and the squeezing of his dick by her pulsing pussy was
just too much.   His already thick dick swelled even bigger and the tube on the
bottom of his prick bulged as he held off as long as he could.  Then in a blinding
wave, he cried out in sweet agony, "Ahhhhhhh!" as the first hot stream of potent
screw juice shot deep in her pussy, "Ahhhhhhh!" as the second shot quickly
followed the first.   "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" 
He flooded her pussy to overflowing, semen squirting out from around his
pistoning, spewing cock.  His sight gradually returned to him as the last few
pulses sputtered to a trickle.  He continued fucking her, the girl of his dreams,
until he completely lost his erection.

Brad rolled off to one side to take a short rest.  Teresa wasn't ready to rest.  She
climbed on top of him in a 69 but as she was too sensitive at the moment and she
kept her butt high in the air, out of his oral reach.  She sucked in his soft tool and
orally massaged the flagging organ back to fighting trim.  All the while cum
dripped from her pussy onto his face and neck.  Brad heard the door open.  Teresa
pulled off his dick for a moment, looked up briefly and returned to sucking in his
dick from tip to base and then back.  

A shadow passed over his face just before Ed's hairy thighs straddled his head. 
What a sight!  Brad was looking up at Ed's crotch, Ed's hairy balls swinging just
inches from his face.  Ed nestled his dick in the cleavage of her butt.  He didn't
penetrate, just teased.

Ed loved to fuck Teresa doggie style; it was his favorite position with her.  Teresa
had small breasts and he had always been a big boob man.  From this position he
could gaze across the smooth olive skin of her back, to her wasp like waist and
ample hips, down to the crack formed by the perfect buns of her sexy butt. He ran
his hands up and down her body.

Teresa trembled with excitement, shaking with wanton desire.  She had a
beautiful cock in her mouth and another beautiful cock nestled against her butt. 
Any moment now Ed would insert it into her needy cunt.  She'd dreamed of
something like this for a long time.  It was a major masturbation fantasy of hers,
to be taken by two or more big men with big dicks.  She'd never acted upon those
fantasies until now, after all she had appearances to keep, and she had to be
careful whom her partners were.  She didn't want to be flagrantly used like some
of the girls who wore the gold slut ankle bracelets, but she craved sex, and
yearned to participate in decadent sex, to openly indulge in sybaritic pleasures.  
And now, now was perfect, now was the time.  These were her guys, big, gentle,
and articulate.  These two guys she felt she could trust to act out her fantasies
with, guys with ramrod hard dicks and oversized libido's.  Guy's who could fuck
her to unconsciousness, like they fucked her sorority sister, Lisa, a few days ago.

Ed was just lightly running his fingertips across her back and buttocks while
grinding his cock in her ass crack.  She felt a finger; no it was a thumb, press into
the folds of her slit and then pressing on her erect clit, the pressure increased and
waned, increased and waned, increased and waned. Her body writhed in lewd
anticipation, grinding back on the dick poised to give her pleasure.  The gentle
hands stroking her back, the pulsating thumb, the hard cock in her mouth, and
another hard cock grinding against her butt; never before had she felt these
sensations together.  That familiar, wonderful tingling sensation in her belly was
once again beginning to build, closer and closer she got, suddenly, a hard cock
pushed up her cuntal canyon.  She hummed on Brad's cock,
"Mmmmmmmmmm," as Ed's cock penetrated her.

Ed began rotating hips in a circular motion while buried himself to the hilt in her
heavenly pussy, grinding away, stimulating her hot sex over 360 degrees of sweet
pleasure.  She exploded in a thunderous climax that wretched her gut to the core
of her being.

Brad was incredibly turned on by what he saw.  Ed's dick sliding into her pussy
was a big turn on in it's own right, but when Ed started his rotating motion, Brad
could see the rippling effect it had on the engorged lips of her stretched labia, and
then the wild pulsating of those same lips as she was ripped by her orgasm. She
was screaming, but with his dick in her mouth, her cries were muffled, it felt like
someone had put a vibrator to his dick.  Ed's dick was now sliding in and out, still
corkscrewing.  Brad almost lost it.  He grabbed the base of his own dick and
squeezed hard, closing his cock tube, trying to hold back his own orgasm. 
Mercifully she pulled off and he was able to squeeze just below the head and
stifle the full orgasm.

Ed pulled out of her pussy and sat on his haunches, lifted her butt higher and
drove his face into her sopping pussy, his testicles and throbbing dick resting on
Brad's head.  Brad made a lame effort to protest.  Teresa voraciously sucked his
cock again.  Ed ground his wet dick into Brad's face as he sucked and sucked
Brad's cum from her pussy.

Ed pulled away and stood up, pulling Teresa away from Brad.  Brad was a little
disappointed.  He had never had his face in another man's crotch before and he
was enjoying the feel and funky aroma of Ed's genitalia.  He was certainly
enjoying her expert blowjob that was suddenly ended, but the break was what he
needed to allow the tingling in his dick to subside again.

Ed wrapped his arms around her and picked her up.  She automatically wrapped
her legs around his waist as he sat her back down on his dick, fucking the petite
girl standing up.
What a show!  Brad had never done that before.  After a few minutes Ed walked
over with her impaled and straddled Brad.  For the first time since he arrived back
at the house, he spoke.

"Okay Baby, fuck him.  Fuck him again.  I missed the first time.  Go ahead. 
FUCK him!"  Ed lowered Teresa onto Brad's awaiting pole.  "That's right Baby,
show him what a good FUCK you are," hissed Ed.

She didn't move up and down, just back and forth rubbing her clit on Brad's pelvic
bone with his dick shoved up her cunt as far as it could go, deliberately squeezing
his dick with her kegel muscles.  Even though she was looking at him, to Brad,
her dreamy brown eyes seemed to lack focus as she rocked back and forth
rubbing her clit into his pubic hair.  Brad squeezed her dark, pert little nipples. 
He liked her small breasts.  These were tits that would never sag.  Squeezing his
dick harder with her kegels, her eyes closed and she began to jerk about again.   A
low guttural moan issued from her throat as the sensation of intense sexual
pleasure swept over her again.  She collapsed forward onto Brad's chest and
began moving her hips, fucking his dick.

This was moment Ed was waiting for.  He globed on a handful of KY on his
lust-hardened flesh and smeared her ass crack.  Straddling Brad's muscular legs,
he knelt behind her.  Brad reach forward and spread her ass cheeks wide for his
partner.  Ed had no trouble finding her defenseless shit hole and put the bulbous
head of his dick to her.  He had never fucked her anally, in fact his first ass fuck
was just Sunday with Lisa's gaping hole.  He began slipping into her.  Due to his
inexperience with anal sex, he didn't realize how effortlessly she relaxed her
well-trained sphincter to accommodate him.  

Brad thought that it might be an impossible fit, the two big dicks in her tiny body. 
He withdrew allowing his friend to penetrate her.

"Ohhhh, yesssssss!!!! Deeper baby deeper, ohhhhhhh, yes!!!!"  Her long time
fantasy was finally becoming reality.  Her tone changed to, "Oh my God!  Oh my
God!" as Brad pressed his dick back into her snatch.  

Brad was surprised that he could force his way back in.  She and Brad were belly
to belly and he could feel the bulge in her stomach made by his big dick, crowded
as it was by the big dick up her rectum.  Once deep within her, Brad stayed
motionless, savoring the feel of Ed's now thrusting dick.  After a few minutes Ed
stopped trusting and Brad picked up the pace.  The two dicks alternating sliding
in and out of her two fuck tunnels quickly got the best of her and soon she was
totally lost in fuck lust. Wave after glorious wave of orgasmic pleasure shot
through her body as the two men fucked her and fucked her.  

She got her wish.  After forty-five non-stop minutes of double fucking and
non-stop orgasms, totally exhausted from the debauchery and hyperventilating,
she passed out.  Brad was first to realize that she was unconscious.

"Ed, stop!  Stop!  Get off of her."   Ed continued to saw away at her butt. "Damn it
Ed, she's passed out!"

"Huh?  What's the matter?"

"Stop damn it!  She's passed out."

"No shit!"  

Ed pulled out of her ass with a loud pop.  Brad rolled her over to the side and let
her roll off of him onto the floor.  She wound up in a most ungraceful and
undignified pose.

"Damn, I think we overdid it again, Ed!"  Brad glanced around looking for a
bloody mess.

"Aw, she'll be alright.  You want to fuck her ass now?"

"Not when she's passed out.  Lift her legs up so I can see if there's any bleeding."  

Ed lifted her legs up to her chest to give Brad a clear view of her anus.  He had a
clear view into her rectum.  It was pretty raw looking, but no visible blood.  
"Man, do you ass fuck her very often?"

"No, never before.  Why?"

"Never mind."

"No, what's the matter?"

"Just that with a tight ass, even stretched out she should have closed up some.  It's
like she has no sphincter at all.  I guess she's okay, at least there is no bleeding."

"She's some fuck, huh Brad?"  Teresa started stirring around some.  "Look, she's
coming around."

"Looks pretty wasted to me."

"How about a beer while we wait for her?  I need a break anyway."

"You better go wash the shit off your dick, I'll get us a couple of cold ones."

They were sipping on their brews talking about how much fun they were having
with Teresa and comparing it to how much fun they had with Lisa, when the gang
from upstairs barged in without knocking.  The three massive brutes stopped dead
in their tracks at the sight of the pretty little girl listlessly lying naked, spread
eagle on the floor.  They then looked at the two naked guys standing around
drinking beer.  It was obvious that they hadn't walked in on a bible study session.

"Man, would you look at that!" exclaimed Bubba as he gawked at her.  Moose
just let out low whistle and licked his chops.

Jack walked over to and looked her over.  "Can I have some of this?"

"Me too!" said Moose.

"Hey, I want to fuck her too," said Bubba.

Brad was flabbergasted when Ed just shrugged his shoulders.

Jack knelt and ran his hand up her thigh, "What did you do, drug her?"

Brad pushed his hand away from her. "No, Jack.  Don't do this.  She's our girl.  I
don't think she would want to be gang raped."

"Who's going to stop us pip squeak?"

"Jack, this is not right."  Brad was desperate to protect her.  He was no match for
Jack.  If she woke up and consented, that was one thing, but she hadn't consented.

"Yeah Jack, back off!" added Ed to the relief of Brad.

"I haven't had any pussy in weeks," complained Moose.

"You haven't had pussy in a year," teased Bubba.

"Fuck you man!"

"You just might have to do that," said Bubba, "but Brad and Ed are right, leave
her alone."  Jack glared at Bubba feeling betrayed.  Bubba continued, "She
reminds me of my little sister."

"Your little sister's a slut whore?"

"No asshole, and neither is she.  You touch her Jack and I'll rip you in half!"

"I doubt it Fat Boy!" 

The testosterone was overflowing in the room, threatening a violent outcome.

"Yeah, let's leave her alone Jack," added Moose.  "We're too close to graduation
to get in a passel of shit over a little piece of tail.  Hell, she so little, we'd kill her. 
I know, let's call Jannell, she'll fuck all of us for fifty bucks."

"We don't have fifty dollars, Moose.  Remember?  We don't have money for a six
pack tonight," said Jack pulling back from the brink.

Brad quickly added, "Guys, if you need fifty dollars for pussy, I'll give it you.  It's
not worth going to prison over."

"Throw in a couple of six packs and it's a deal," said Bubba.  "How about it
Jack?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Sorry Brad, I almost lost my head.  Shit, I've been so horny
since Sunday night when that cunt Lisa was parading around nude.  If you got
fifty bucks we could borrow, that'll be great, I need to get my rocks off with
someone besides Bubba."

"Fuck you Jack," scowled Bubba.

"You won't have to Fat Boy."  Jack looked back down at the petite girl; now
awake, eyes wide with fright, surrounded by over a thousand pounds of gawking,
leering men.  She drew her legs together instinctively.  "Can't I have just a little
feel, Brad?"

"No man!  Don't start!  Look Jack, go get the beer and I'll get you the money."

"Ed, you get the beer, " Jack ordered. "I want to look."

Ed left her side to get the beer while Brad went to get the cash.  The three brutes
stood in a semicircle around her, grinning, feasting on her nubile nakedness.
Teresa was petrified.  These guys were way too big.  She was relieved when Brad
and Ed returned with the beer and the money and escorted the guys out.

On the way out Jack added, "Come on up in an hour or so guys.  We'll show you
what hospitality is all about.  I'm sure Jannell will do you two too."  He waved at
Teresa,   "Bye, bye sweetie, nice seeing you."

She sat up.  "Thanks guys."

"My pleasure," said Brad.

"Fuck!  We're now out of beer and that was our grocery money for next week,"
whined Ed.

"We can eat at the dorm."  Brad looked at Teresa, "Sorry Baby, they just barged in
looking to raid our beer supply."

"They were going to rape me.  You stopped them.  Thanks Brad, you're a
sweetheart."

"No Teresa, you're the sweetheart.  How do you feel?"

"Great!  That was the best fucking I've ever had."

"More where that came from."

"Promise?"

"Promise.  Wanna fuck?"

She smiled and Squirming seductively on the floor, she smiled wickedly and
purred,  "I thought you'd never ask."






 



 
















THE GUARDIAN
By Art Martin

CHAPTER 4

ASSESSING THE DAMAGE
(mmmf, oral, anal, con, ws, mast)


The fiberglass of the powerboat was cracked in a radial pattern at several places
on the deck.  Instruments were smashed.  A piece of tin sliced a seat cover.  At
least it was still there.  If he could get the tin off maybe he could go look for the
'Spread Eagle'.  They sure had a lot of raunchy fun on that boat.  The four of
them, Teresa, Lisa, Ed, and he would sail to Mermaid Cove, drop anchor and
barter with the other boats.  The object was wife swapping.  It was always a great
day of screwing strange pussy out in the sunshine.

He also had to find his bass boat. Somehow the switch on the electric lift got
whacked and the bass boat was lowered into the water.  It wasn't tied to anything,
so it just floated away.  He hadn't used the 'Spread Eagle' in some time and he was
more upset about the disappearance of the bass boat than that of the sailboat.  He
loved to fish in the early morning, silently trolling with the electric motor,
working the shoreline, trying his luck.

He also used it to sneak up on trespassers on the south cove.  They were always
kids.  From the water it just looked like 'the woods'.  He would spy their boat,
pulled up on the far shore of the south cove.  He'd launch the bass boat and
silently troll over to where the boat was grounded.  There was a little sandy
stretch that looked very inviting.  From there two trails headed uphill, one to a
small clearing nestled in the trees.  The second just headed uphill where it
branched.  Take the right fork of this trail and you could walk around the cove
back to the house or you could approach the clearing within a few feet and still be
concealed.  There was log to sit on that had a perfect view of the clearing.  Sit
there quietly, and unless they looked directly at him, they didn't know he was
there.

Occasionally some idiot kids would try to build a campfire and he would
immediately raise hell and run them off before they set the woods on fire.  But
usually it would be a couple of kids looking for a little privacy.  If his timing was
right, by the time he took up position on his viewing log, they'd be bare assed
naked and humping away.  When they were finished, and got up to get dressed he
would put down his digital camera and make his appearance.  

"You're on private property!" his voice boomed. It always amused him how
surprised they were to be caught in the woods.  "Stay put or I'll have you arrested
for trespassing!"  

They always froze, the girls clutching the pieces of their bikinis.  Then he'd grill
them, who they were, what were they doing.   The girls, bright red with
embarrassment as he checked out their young bodies, the guys shifting about,
embarrassed, afraid of who he might tell. It was great fun.  He'd always let them
go after about ten minutes.  Later he would share the moment and photos with Ed. 
Teresa and Lisa thought he was being terrible, spying on them like that.  Ed
thought it was great and would join him whenever the opportunity presented
itself.

A few years ago, early in June, it was four guys and a girl.  She couldn't have been
but thirteen.  The guys were fifteen or sixteen.  They fucked the hell out her as he
quietly watched.  She was very willing and enjoyed every minute of it.  Brad was
so hard from watching the gangbang that he couldn't stand it anymore.  He broke
his long-standing rule of letting them have their fun uninterrupted.

"What's going on here?"

"Oh shit!" was their collective response.

"I saw what you kids are doing."

"Oh shit mister!  Please don't tell anybody," pleaded the hefty kid.

"How about it Missy?  Who should I tell about what you're doing with these boys? 
The police?  Your parents?  Their parents?"

"Oh no, please don't tell anybody, mister," the little brunette pleaded as rivulets of
cum ran down her spindly legs. "Just let us go."

"What's your hurry Missy?  It looked to me like you were enjoying sucking and
fucking all these boys.  Well, do you?"  

She nodded in the affirmative. 

"I know these guys would, but do you want to continue?  You're okay with this?"  

She meekly nodded in the affirmative.  

"Okay then Missy have your fun.  It's okay kids, ya'll go ahead and fuck up a
storm. I certainly won't tell anybody if you won't."

"Oh no mister, we wouldn't tell anyone," said the blond boy.

"Good.  How about it Missy?"  Again she nodded in the affirmative. "Well, who's
next?"

The short black kid wasn't shy.  "Come on bitch!"  He guided her back down onto
the leaf litter and bareback fucked her missionary style.  He was a credit to his
race, very black, maybe fifteen, barely five foot tall, with a dong thinner, but
almost as long as Brad's.  He had great staying power.

Brad asked out loud, "Is she on the pill?"  The three guys waiting for their next
turn just shrugged their shoulders.  The black kid grunted and suddenly pulled
out, ejaculating on her chest and stomach.

"Ouuuuuuuu!  Shit Leroy, you should have just shot off in her.  Now she's dirty,"
said the youngest looking boy.

Brad was amused at the kid's naivety.  He knelt down beside her and with his
hand, smeared the black boy's cum across her small tits.  "Who likes to suck tits?"

"Gross!"

"It's not gross, boy, tits were made to be sucked."

"But Leroy's stuff!"

"Ten dollars to anyone who'll suck her tits," Brad offered.  There were no takers,
so Brad upped the ante, "Twenty dollars?  Going once, going twice..."

"Yeah man, I could use twenty bucks," said the hefty kid.   He knelt, hesitated a
moment, then pecked at her tits.

"That's not sucking tits," scolded Brad.  "Go on, give her a good titty sucking."  

The hefty kid lowered his head again and did a proper titty job.  

"Good boy! Now that wasn't so bad was it?  Here's your sawbuck kid.  Now fuck
her."  The hefty kid began to get between her legs.  "No, not like that.  Missy, get
up on your hands and knees!  That's it sweetie, now spread your knees a little." 
The hefty kid caught on quick and moved behind her and stuck it in.

Brad walked back to the observing group and said to the young kid, "Go get your
dick sucked kid."  

The boy's eyes lit up as he realized the possibilities.  kneeling down in front of
her, the young kid presented the girl his semi erect penis.  She knew exactly what
to do.

Brad had a grand time watching the kids fuck, making suggestions, making up
little games.  His shorts had a giant wet spot from all the pre-cum seeping from
his dick.  He wasn't about to touch the girl, consent or not, that would be rape. 
But when the guys were all finished and unable to get it up again he told the girl
to kneel in front of him.  He asked her, "Missy, are you on the pill?"

She looked at him quizzically.  "Pill? What kind of pill?"

He shook his head, "Never mind."  

Brad then unfastened his shorts and pulled them off his hips, freeing his mature
hard-on.  Her eyes went wide. He was much, much thicker than the cock of any of
the boys.  She thought he wanted a blowjob and was wondering how she could
swallow him.  She leaned forward to lick him, but he stopped her.

"No Missy, just open wide."  

She stared wide-eyed as Brad jacked off, just inches from her face, the massive
glans of his cock deforming as he pulled back and forth.  Big props of pre-cum
formed at his large cock slit, beading up and then dripping down; occasionally a
drop would flick into her face.  He quickly brought himself relief from the
pent-up pressure, spewing a massive load of thick man-juice into her open mouth
and across her face.

Spent, Brad zipped up his pants and made another offer. "Ten dollars to anyone
who'll French kiss her."  There were no takers. "Twenty dollars?"

"What the hell," said the hefty kid, "I could use another twenty."  The hefty kid
kissed her for a long time and collected his earnings.

"Ouuuuuuu!" said the young kid.

Brad didn't know what possessed him but he had to pee.  He told the girl to kneel
again.  He lowered his shorts again and started to urinate on the startled girl,
hosing her down from head to toe.  The young kid was the first to join him and
took great delight from peeing on the girl.  Soon all the boys joined in, soaking
her in their piss. Missy giggled in delight as the warm, pungent liquid splashed
across her nude body.

After the lat trickle of piss, Brad started to head back to his boat.  He observed
that the kids' boat was a brand new red and white inboard SeaScamp   He made a
mental note of the registration.  Rounding the tip of the peninsula he glanced
back, the kids were splashing around the water rinsing off.  As he lifted the bass
boat, he heard the roar of a powerful inboard speeding past the peninsula and
heading north.  The kids waved to him.

Every so often, throughout the summer he would see the red and white SeaScamp
pulled up on the little beach of the south cove.  He decided he didn't want his bass
boat observed anywhere near the SeaScamp, so he simply walked around to the
little clearing to where a group of boys, led by the blond boy would be gang
banging 'Missy'.  It wasn't always the same group of boys, but there would always
be three to five of them and there was always 'Missy'.

On his second encounter with the teens, it was the blond kid, the hefty kid, Leroy
and two new guys, a densely freckled red head and a long haired kid sporting
pierced eyebrows and a couple of tattoos.  Missy was being fucked from both
ends when he stepped into the clearing.  Looking at 'Tattoo', Brad couldn't fathom
why some parents would allow their kid to mutilate their bodies for some sort of
ephemeral fashion statement.

"Hi Mister!" said 'Hefty'.

Leroy grinned, "You gonna fuck this ho bitch today Mista?"

'Tattoo' starred at Brad, his misgivings and distrust of Brad apparent.

"Way too young for me.  Just came by to give you proper notice that you boys are
trespassing."

"Yeah right man!" scoffed Leroy, his very white teeth flashing a huge smile
between his thick lips.

'Blondie' cried out, "Oh, fuck I'm cumming!  I'm cummming!"  He jerked a little
and then stood up from his kneeling position behind 'Missy'.  'Red' pulled his dick
from her mouth and moved in behind her, plunging the bright red cock head of
his dick into her.

Hefty urged Tattoo, "Go on man, you're next!  Go get some."

After the five boys had all relieved themselves with her, Brad made an offer, "Ten
bucks for anyone who will suck her pussy?"

"Make it twenty!" said Hefty gamely.

"Twenty it is."

Hefty went down on her, burying his face in her pussy, lapping at the
cum-cocktail oozing from her sex.  After a few minutes he started to stand up, his
face covered with goo.

"No, no, no," admonished Brad.  "Eat her till she cums.  Lick her clit.  Here let me
show you where."  

Brad pulled back her dark pink clitoral hood and showed Hefty where her clit
was.  It was just a tiny bud.  

"Lick along the sides, and around the base.  Avoid licking right on the top until
she starts cumming."  

Hefty went back to work.  After nearly ten minutes she started gasping in short
squeaks then she shuttered with her first climax.  The boys stood in awe as she
jerked and twisted in apparent agony, eventually tearing Hefty's head from her
cunt.

Hefty stood up.  "How'd I do Mister?"

"You did just fine, just fine." Brad turned to address the group, "Now you boys be
sure and get her rocks off too.  From now on, make her cum first before you start
fucking her, she'll enjoy it more and so will you.  Now before she cools off,
somebody get in there and stick a dick in her!"

Blondie said, "It's my turn."  He got between her splayed legs and rammed it in.  

After a minute or so of steady humping, Missy began to croak, "Uh, Uh, Uh,
Uhgh, Uhgh, Uuuunnngghhh!" as she squirmed in the leaves.

Blondie exclaimed, "Jesus Christ!  Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!  Ahhhhhh!  Ahhhhh!
Ahhhhh!"   He got up from between her legs leaving her panting like a dog. 
"Fuck!  It felt like her cunt was trying to eat my dick!  Shit that felt good!  Come
on John, you got to try that!"

Red, or John, shrugged his shoulders and mounted the prone girl and began
fucking her.  She almost immediately began moaning and groaning, twisting
about.  "Oh shit!  Oh, shit!  Yeah, baby, squeeze my dick! Squeeze it hard you
little slut!  Oh, fuck!  Aaaaagggghhhhh!"

Leroy was jacking his long dick wide eyed. "Muh fuck!  I wants me some that
ho!"

Tattoo snarled at Leroy, "Wait your turn," and pushed him aside, taking Red's
place as soon as her hotly pulsating pussy was vacated.  "Jesus fucking Christ,"
moaned Tattoo as soon as he was inside her.

It was Hefty's turn next.  Leroy admonished him, "Hurry up man, I's gots to do
her!"

Hefty took his time, settling in for a nice long screw as she came again and again. 
Being his most adventurous student, Brad whispered to him, "You want to fuck
her deep?  Put her legs up on your shoulders."  

Hefty just looked up at him, his face contorted as he cried,  "Ahhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhh!  Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!"

Leroy pushed him off and plunged into her.  He was finished in less than a
minute.

Hefty got up slowly, brushing the leaves and dirt off.  "I'm sorry Mister.  I couldn't
hold back anymore.  Next time I'll do it.  Damn, but that felt good!"

Blondie broke out the beer and passed everyone a can.  Brad politely declined. 
He didn't want his fingerprints on anything associated with this group.  Missy
stayed down on the ground, basking in the afterglow of her repetitive orgasms. 
Tattoo stood next to her, sipping his brew.  He casually stuck his big toe up her
pussy.

"Owwwwww!  You're hurting me!"  Missy closed her legs in an attempt to protect
herself.  "Stop!"  Tattoo shoved his foot into her crotch with more force.  "Oh
owwwww! Stop!"

"Hey man stop!" yelled Hefty.  "You're hurting her!"

Tattoo removed his foot. "Fuck her, she's a slut!"

Brad who never approved of hurting a woman said, "That's right fella.  She's a slut
and you fuck sluts, but you don't abuse them.  Have fun with her, but don't hurt
her."

Tattoo glared at Brad.  He didn't like to be lectured too, and kicked dirt and leaves
on the prostrate girl.   Brad's distaste for Tattoo was finalized.  He turned to
Blondie and quietly instructed him, "Don't ever bring that asshole on my property
again. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Now you better leave.  Now, before he hurts somebody."  Blondie looked
annoyed. "Party's over."

"Okay Mister."  He turned to his friends, "Come on guys we've got to go."

"I thought you said we were going to have all day," protested Red.

"Well, I've got a dentist appoint.  Mom only told me this morning.  Come on guys,
I can't be late."

Brad went over to help Missy up.  She was covered in dirt, leaves and cum.  She
ran her hand up the leg of his shorts, clasped his dick, wet with pre-cum and said,
"You want to fuck me Mister?"

"I'd love to fuck you Missy, but you're jail bait.  Better stick to your peers."

"But you're so nice and hard, and so big!  I bet you really know how to make a girl
feel good"

"You didn't feel good today, Missy?"

"Oh, yes.  I never felt better thanks to you. Come on.  Fuck me."

"No, I can't do that."

"Then let me suck you.  I want to taste your stuff."  She sank to her knees.

Brad decided to jack off in her face again.  He untied his shorts and pulled them
down, just enough to free his raging hard-on.  "Open wide Missy!"  He began
beating off.  Suddenly she plunged her open mouth over his big dick, and sucked
him down to the root in one swift motion.  Brad was taken by complete surprise. 
She had deep throated him with ease. Then bobbing her head back and forth she
fucked him with her mouth, with long strokes, sucking like an industrial vacuum
cleaner, until she sucked up a load from his balls.   When she started gagging on
his flood of cum, he pulled out of her mouth and finished ejaculating onto her
face and into her leaf tangled hair.  Brad stood there a moment breathless as she
licked the last dribble from his cock slit.  Then he jumped back as Hefty's piss
splattered off of her face and sprayed his legs.  The other boys quickly joined in,
hosing her down to her gleeful laughter.

The boys gathered their swimsuits, slipped into them and headed for the boat,
leaving Missy to tend to herself.  As Blondie was about to leave the clearing
carrying the ice chest, Brad called out to him, "Hey kid!  Pick up the beer cans if
you ever want to come back."

Blondie stopped.   "Sorry Mister," he apologized.  Gathering up several can that
were thoughtlessly thrown on the ground, Blondie stowed them in the ice chest. 
Missy sashayed across the clearing carrying her faded bikini in her hand, waved
and followed Blondie from the clearing.  

Brad slipped back into the woods and followed the trail back to the house.  About
the time he reached the house he heard the whine of a starter and then the deep
rumble of an inboard.  He listened as the SeaScamp cleared the cove, then the
engine roared and quickly began fading away.

The next time he saw them it was a week later.  Brad had just returned from his
car wash rounds.  He caught a glimpse of the red and white SeaScamp as it was
leaving the cove.  It looked like five people in the boat.  After that he didn't see
them for nearly a month.

Normally it was a route day, but some one called earlier that week complaining
that the dollar bill changer had robbed him.  Brad canceled his golf game and
immediately went to investigate.  The changer was indeed jammed.  Someone
had run a piece of tape into the machine, attempting to extract bills from the
machine.  He cleared the machine, serviced the location and went on to the next
location.  Having tended to his business, he was puttering around his supply shed
when he saw the SeaScamp pull into the cove.  Displaying a strong work ethic, he
completed his tasks before heading to the clearing.

He recognized Hefty immediately.   He had Missy's legs over his shoulders, deep
fucking her.  Loud mewls of ecstatic pleasure accompanied her groveling body. 
There was Blondie, fondling his limp dick, drinking a beer. Red had a stiff dick
and was apparently next in line.  There was a new guy, a Latino, husky, hairless
and brown all over.  The Latino was startled when Brad walked up to the group.

"Hey, he's okay, Pedro!" reassured Blondie. "Hi Mister, where've you been?"

"Working I guess."

"You live in that big house and you have to work?"

"Yeah, can't play all the time you know.  I get bored.  You know you're
trespassing."

Blondie grinned.  "Yeah, but who cares!"

Brad could hear Hefty grunting as he pumped his seed deep into Missy.  Hefty
cleared out of the way and Red took his place.  He grabbed her legs and pushed
them forward, pinning her outstretched legs to her shoulders.  He rammed his
hard cock home deep to her cervix.

"Ow!  Not so deep!" she cried.

"Hi, Mister!" greeted Hefty, fresh from his first fuck of the day.  "Thanks for
telling me to lift her legs up.  Man it fells like your dick's gonna go right through
her!"

Blondie added, "Yeah, and thanks for tip on getting her to cum.  Once she starts,
she keeps cumming as long as she's getting fucked, feels awesome."

"Leroy's not here?"

"Yeah, he's in the bushes over there, taking a dump."

"Tell him to bury it.  I nearly stepped in someone's turd the other day.  I don't like
that.  Attracts flies."

"Sorry Mister, I guess that was me," Hefty admitted sheepishly.

"Cover it up next time.  Flies play in your shit and then land in someone's food. 
It's a simple public health thing."

Red rejoined the group, digging a beer out of the ice chest.  They idly chatted for
awhile, talking about their exploits fucking girls.  Leroy told a funny story about
fucking a black girl when her mother walked in on them.  Naked, the portly black
woman chased him out into the streets, screaming at him, attracting the attention
of all of her neighbors.  He then had to sneak back to his cousins' house where he
was staying for the weekend, only to run smack into the pastor of their church as
he was leaving his Aunt's house.

Once the laughter died down, Blondie asked, "You got any tips for us today,
Mister?"

Before he could answer, Missy petulantly demanded, "Hey! What about me!  I
need some love!  Hey, Mister, you want to fuck me?"

Brad walked over to where she sat on the ground, rubbing her smallish tit with
one hand and rubbing her well used crotch with the other.  Her eyes lit up
thinking he was coming over to screw her.  

Brad knelt down and brushed the leaf debris from her brown hair.  He looked into
her hazel eyes, and asked her, "Missy, have you ever been fucked in the ass?"  

She shook her head, no.  

"You'll like it.  All real sluts like it, and you are definitely a slut.  If it's done right,
it feels great.  It can hurt like hell if it's not done right.  How about it?  You want
your virgin butt popped today?"

The prospect of a dick up her butt was very appealing.  Still she was
apprehensive.  "Promise it won't hurt."

"It might, just a little, then it feels sooo good.  Trust me."  She nodded.  "The
most important thing for you to remember is to relax.  Relax your sphincter."

"My what?"

"Your asshole.  You want to be relaxed as possible.  When was the last time you
shit?"

"This morning."

"Good.  Now remember, try to relax.  I'll show the boys how to loosen you up,
how to relax your asshole.  Okay?"

"Okay."

"Now what do you do?"

"Relax my asshole."

"Good girl."

Brad stood up and returned to the group of boys.  "Okay guys, it your lucky day,
and one of you will be very lucky.  Missy tells me she's never been fucked in the
ass."  

The boys stared at him, the possibility had never occurred to them.  

"She's got a virgin ass boys.   In less than an hour from now, she won't have a
virgin ass.   One of you will be first in line and will claim the prize...Now butt
fucking is a lot like pussy fucking, but if you don't take your time and do it right,
you can rip her asshole and she'll never be able to control her bowel movements
again.  You hear me? Do it right, and you will have fun, including and especially
her.  Now listen up... First thing you must do, is loosen her up.  Her sphincter,
that's the tight muscle-ring of your asshole, needs to be relaxed and stretched out. 
You know, it may take awhile, but you can shit a pretty big turd.  The sphincter
relaxes a little at a time until it can accommodate what is passing through it, in
this case your dick.  

"First we need to finger her ass to stretch it out.  Now once you get past the
sphincter, and into her rectum, you have to be careful.  Now the inside of a pussy
is surrounded by muscles and is very tough, it can stretch to allow a baby to pass
through.  In contrast, the lining of the rectum is very thin and it is easy to tear or
puncture it.  Do that and you have to get her to an emergency room, fast!  So
you've got to take it very slow, and penetrate a little at a time, so that the lining
stretches without tearing.

"You penetrate, maybe a half an inch at a time, stop, let her body adjust, and it
will adjust but you've got to give it time.  Once she's comfortably stretched out all
the way, you can gently begin fucking her.  Her sphincter will relax even more. 
Once she's fully relaxed and fully adjusted to your dick up her ass, you can fuck
the shit out of her without any danger at all.  

"One more thing; use lots of lubricant.  She won't get a juicy ass like her pussy
gets juicy, so you have to use this."  Brad pulled out of his pocket two tubes of
KY.  "Put lots on your dick and put lots on and up her asshole.  It will hurt like
hell if you're too dry.  Just think how it would hurt you if your buddy wasn't
greased up."

Brad looked over his eager students.  "Now this may not sound fair, but I'm going
assign the order you go in.  Sorry, biggest dick is last.  Now if I pick you first,
don't think that I think you have a small dick or any other nonsense like that. My
concern is strictly for that girl's safety and pleasure.

"Now lets see.  Red, Hefty you two are about the same size.   Then Blondie,
Leroy, and Pedro, you really have a nice big dick, you're definitely last."  Brad
made a show of looking Red's and Hefty's dick over.  Both boys' cocks were about
6 inches.  Red was slightly smaller in girth but a little longer than Hefty.  If he
was strictly impartial, Red should have been first, but Hefty was his favorite
student and deserved the honor of taking her anal virginity.

"Hefty, congratulations.  You get to pop that little slut's butt cherry."  With the
banging order settled the group surrounded the girl.

"Okay Missy, lie back and relax," Brad instructed.

"Guys, let's see whose hands are in the best shape. Hangnails hurt like hell."  
Blondie and Red obviously bit their nails, they were rough and jagged.  Leroy's
nails were too long.  Hefty and Pedro's nails were short and smooth.  "Okay guys,
see how their nails are short and smooth, that's what you want."  

Brad handed Hefty a tube of KY and handed the other to Pedro.  "Put your legs up
Missy.   Leroy, hold her legs so we can see her little asshole.  Ah, there's the little
brown jewel.  Now who wants to kiss it?  Ten bucks!"

"Make it twenty!" said Hefty.  As the boy bent to kiss his first asshole, Brad knew
he made the right choice.

"No, no, no.  Haven't I taught you anything?  Get back in there and lick her good
and proper...Flick her hole with the tip of your tongue...Don't be afraid to probe a
little."

After several minutes of butt licking, Hefty pulled away and exclaimed, 
"Awesome man, awesome!"

"Now Hefty, put some KY on your fingers.  No, all of them...well the middle
three, thumb too.  Now spread some on her little hole.  Good. Now rub her little
asshole.  Gently apply pressure.  Come on Missy, relax.  Rub it, push it in."  Her
rubbery hole opened just little allowing the tip of his middle finger in.

Brad made a hole with one of his hands to demonstrate what to do next. He stuck
his middle finger in the hole to the first knuckle, raking the sides with the pad of
his curled finger while rotating it around the faux anus.  Hefty caught on and
starting rimming her hole with his finger.

"How's that feel Missy?"

"Good!  I like it."

"Push it in a little deeper, Hefty, to the next knuckle.  That's it, slowly, now work
it around."  Missy grimace slightly.  

"Now you know boys, it's okay to play with her tits and her pussy while Hefty
preps her ass.  Pedro, come rub her little clit for her.  Red, Blondie, lets see a little
titty action. 

"Leroy, spread her out a little more, so they can get at her little better.  That's it
Leroy, now while you're there, suck on each of her toes, one at a time, take it
slow."

A helpless ecstatic moan rose deep within her throat as the five boys worked her
over at the same time.  Pedro took over from Hefty, finger fucking her ass,
stretching her further with his very thick digit.  Her face twisted in a wild grimace
of lust as she shook with wanton desire, completely unencumbered by inhibitions
and or morality.  She was the willing participant in a filthy degenerate act, the
object of which was the total debasement of her body and soul, the reward was
the pure salacious pleasure of being a total slut.


A speeding bass boat passed by the peninsula, snapping Brad from his reverie. 
He took cover lest he be observed standing around his pier buck naked, not that
he really gave a shit.  "Fuck it!"  He decided not to worry about the damned boats. 
Someone will find them and track down the registry. If not, they were insured. 
He had better things to do.  His luscious daughter was waiting for him, waiting
for him to do whatever he wanted with her, and he knew what he wanted to do.

He headed back to the house.  He thought about little Missy one more time.  The
following summer, he ran into Blondie in a grocery store.  He asked about Missy
and why he hadn't seen them.

"She got knocked up man!  Had a little nigger baby. Man, all hell broke loose! 
Her step-dad is a black guy and her mom accused him of rape.  He was arrested. 
It took DNA to clear him.  

"She gave up the baby.  Her step-dad wasn't about to support it.  I really haven't
seen her around lately.  Dumb slut should've been on the pill. Too bad, she was a
lot of fun. Well, see you around Mister."

Brad uttered to himself, "Stupid, stupid kids," and entered the house.





 



























THE GUARDIAN 

CHAPTER 5
By Art Martin

THE VIRGIN
(Mf, inc, cons, MMF, anal, oral)


Brad headed straight for his bathroom.  Kimberly was still there, putting the
finishing touches on her flowing dark brown hair.  Brad stopped dead in his
tracks. "Goddamn," he muttered.  

She was sitting, primping before the large mirror.  To Brad, she was stunningly
beautiful, naked except for a little eye makeup, earrings, a necklace and a belly
chain.  She smiled at her daddy via the mirror.  She knew the hair, the makeup,
earrings and necklace added to her femininity, but the belly chain was purely to
enhance his sexual desire for her young body.

He let out a low whistle. "Shit Baby, you're the sexiest little girl I've ever seen."

"Thanks, DaDee, but I'm not so little anymore."    She stood momentarily to show
off her body.  "I'm sorry DaDee," she apologized coyly,  "I know what you said
about being au naturel today.  I hope you don't mind my outfit."

"Damn," he whispered.  His dick was responding as dictated by countless
millennia of evolution.

"I see you're pleased," she cooed.

Resisting his primal urge, Brad made it to the other vanity.  He quickly brushed
his teeth.  Opening a drawer, he found his manicure kit and started working on his
fingernails, making sure they were properly trimmed.  He was almost finished
when she walked up behind him.  She brushed her firm ample tits across his bare
back and brushed her hips across his bare buttocks, sending a flood of
testosterone into his system.  He dropped the nail file on the floor, what he had
done would just have to do.

Turning, he embraced her, his hands gilding ever so gently across the sumptuous
curves of her back and buttocks.  He inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of her hair
and looked across her shoulders into the wall mirror behind her.  From the rear
she was as stunningly beautiful as from the front.  Her smooth back gave way to
her thin, chain-clad waist that perfectly accentuated the ideal form of her firm
rounded buttocks, which then tapered into her shapely legs.  She stood only 2
inches shorter than him. "You are so beautiful, Baby.  Turn around and see."

She turned and gazed into the mirror.  She was beautiful and she knew it.  It
pleased her to see as well as to feel her father's strong hands roaming across her
bare skin.  It was so naughty and he was such a hunk of a man.  As reflected in
the mirror, his muscular body outlined her nubile sensuous body like a corona. 
From his broad chest down to his big feet, at least and inch or two of his firm
body was visible on all sides around her own feminine form.   Her olive skin
contrasted with his lighter tones.  They both watched in the mirror as his hands
caressed her full young breasts.

For Brad it was a marvelous experience, to watch himself feeling up his daughter. 
Like the voyeur he was removed, but unlike the voyeur he had the full tactile
sensation of the hot-action taking place before him.  His swollen shaft was
nestled between the firm cheeks of her rump.  He took his time, enjoying his own
show, enjoying her firm young flesh. He marveled at how over the past year, year
and a half, she had transformed and blossomed into this truly gorgeous sexpot.

Could it be that the tall gangly, flat-chested girl of two years ago had changed so
much? Over the years as Kimberly grew, Brad had always delighted in her, and
marveled at how she changed from one stage of childhood to the next.  Fifteen or
not, she was no longer a child, that was plainly visible in the mirror.  He had often
waxed philosophically what a miracle she was. After all, the odds were
staggeringly against her ever being.  One egg verses a few million sperm and only
one possible combination, at precisely the right instant in the vastness of time,
could have ever resulted in her.

When Teresa announced that she was pregnant just weeks from graduation, it was
anyone's guess as to whether Brad or Ed was the father as they had both been
fucking her almost daily for well over a year and a half.  Brad was emotionally in
love with her and prayed that it was his child.  If it was Ed's child, that would
present a problem, as Ed was emotionally in love with Lisa whom the two men
also fucked almost daily.  The emotional bonds had occurred early in their
four-way relationship. Brad had always enjoyed sex with Lisa, but once out of
bed, the chemistry wasn't there.  It was the same with Ed and Teresa.  But Brad
and Teresa, they were soul mates as was Ed and Lisa.  When the results of the
paternity test were in, miracle of miracles, it was Brad's baby!

Brad proposed to Teresa that day, no child of his would be a bastard!  Teresa
gladly accepted and proposed that Lisa and Ed get married too, then after
graduation, they could all share a big house and share spouses.  Ed thought that it
was grand idea, he saw no need give up a nice fuck like Teresa if he didn't have
to.  Lisa had been in on Teresa's scheme from the beginning and readily agreed.

Teresa wanted to get married right away, before graduation, so that the baby's
birth date wouldn't be too close to their wedding date.  Ed pointed out that no
matter what, it would still be less than nine months.  Teresa countered that they
could always claim that he or she was a preemie, but that would be an obvious lie
if they waited any longer.

Brad thought that he should meet her parents.  No, she didn't want to explain why
there was such a rush; she would introduce him after the wedding.  Brad couldn't
introduce her to his parents; they were out of the country and weren't expected
back until his graduation.  

It was settled.  The girls reserved a chapel on campus and the next week they had
a dual wedding.  It took every dime of the guys' meager funds to just buy the plain
gold wedding bands; there certainly wasn't any money for a honeymoon, or even a
nice wedding dinner.  Still the wedding night was very memorable.  The girls got
five of their Gamma Thigh sisters to come over.  The lucky guys got ganged
fucked by five beautiful girls while their new wives watched and had their pussies
sucked by their bisexual sisters.  It was a grand orgy, two virile studs and seven
girls, the memory of which they all cherished.


For the moment, Brad's thoughts were strictly on the here and now.  Kim was
getting as turned on as he was, watching herself and her father in the mirror.  Kim
was grinding her hips back into his groin as he dry humped her, the massive
sausage lying in the cleft of her ass.  Pre-cum freely flowed from his cock-slit,
pouring over the head and running down the shaft. The skin-to-skin friction
suddenly failed and his dick slid upward, embraced in the fold of her muscular
mounds.  His dick slid effortless up and down her now slippery crack as he thrust
his hips.  From between her legs, they could see his ball sack rising and falling. 
He ran a hand across her navel, his finger probing the dimple for several minutes
before descending to the small patch of dark hair above her most private region.

He hooked his left ankle around hers, and had her move her feet apart about two
feet.  He hunched over, curling his back so that his hand could descend to the
treat of her shaved vulva while his hard meat stayed nuzzled between her ass
cheeks.  Brad was pleased to find her dripping wet.  He began running his middle
finger from the back of her slit to front, gently, softly at first.  Applying the
slightest pressure, his finger parted her swelling labia, slick with her juice.  He
raked her inner sex several times, sending jolts of electricity shooting through her
belly before settling in on swirling his lecherous finger around and around her
magic button until he overloaded her sex sensors.  

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Kim whimpered as she shuddered from the pleasurable
sensation overwhelming her.  To Kim it was incredibly erotic to watch herself
cum in the mirror.  To Brad, it was heavenly.

Brad slid his right hand back to her right nipple, trailing a line of moisture. In the
mirror, he could see that her juices had begun to trickle down her thighs.  He
waited until she opened her eyes.  He stooped down, slightly bending his knees. 
His dick gradually appeared between her legs. Once his cock head cleared her
crotch it sprang slightly forward. He paused.

The sight of her father's big beautiful cock poised between her legs sent shivers of
raw desire coursing through her expectant body.  It was the most beautiful cock
she'd ever seen, belonging to the man she loved most in the world, her DaDee.
She longed for the feel of it's massive presence within her young body again,
stretching her pussy, filling her up, ravishing her and sending her back into the
throes of forbidden bliss. She yearned to feel it swell and throb as it shot stream
after copious stream of hot semen into her.  She yearned for her daddy to fuck
her, fuck her, and fuck her again, fucking her until her knees buckled, only to be
fucked more.  

It was an eternity it seemed, his dick at the ready, posed to enter her fuck hole,
increasing her sexual tension to near the breaking point.  Her legs trembled.  She
wanted to plunge herself onto him.   'God, why doesn't he fuck me?'  The
trembling reached her torso.  Brad began straightening his knees, driving his cock
slowly into his baby-girl's fantastic snatch.

The incestuous lovers breathlessly watched the lurid spectacle of Brad's big cock
ever so slowly disappearing between the stretched lips of Kim's vulva.  With her
legs only slightly spread, it was a tight fit, penetrating first her labia majora and
then the inner labia minora, before entering the velvety ribbed tunnel of her
vagina.  Brad had two inches to go in his agonizingly slow initial penetration
when all the sexual tension that had built up in Kim exploded in a mind-blowing
orgasm that threatened to send her into oblivion. 

An animalistic howl shattered the air, "Aaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"   Her
knees buckled, driving the last two inches of her daddy's cock into her in one
quick instant.  Brad held her securely in his arms, preventing her from crashing to
the floor.

He loved watching her writhe and trash about in orgasmic agony, her pussy
violently contracting around his penis giving him a most pleasurable experience. 
When the violent contractions subsided and he felt her holding her own weight
again, he began to slowly thrust in and out.  The slow pace was for his visual
pleasure as much as her physical pleasure.  Besides there was no hurry, he had all
afternoon and evening to fuck her, and he had a long way to go.

This was really nasty, fucking Kimberly like this.  What would his mother say? 
He knew what her mother would say, "Yeah baby, fuck her!"  The only thing that
would make it better was to have Ed, licking her clit and his cock as he fucked
away, but then Ed's head  would be blocking the view.

Kim opened her eyes to be greeted by the reflected image of a magnificent cock
sawing in and out of her sex.  On each out-stroke, her outer pussy lips stretched
outward and downward, on the complimentary in-stroke, her outer lips seemed to
turn inside and disappear inside her along with his dick.  It felt so good.

"Oh DaDee, oh DaDee, that feels so gooooood!  Yes, DaDee, yes!  Fuck me with
that wonderful cock of yours.  Take me and fuck me, over and over again!  Make
me your slut. Fill me up and fuck me, yes, fuck me, ohhhhhhhh fuuuucccck
meeeeeeee!"

He was pulling and pinching her left nipple.   Brad moved his right hand back
down to her clit and applied steady pressure to it from outside of her hood.  She
began to tremble and shake again as the roaring tidal wave of sensation crested
and broke over her again.  

"Oh, sweet Jesus yes! Yes! Yesss! Yessssssss!"  Her vagina squeezed and milked
his trusting cock again.  Wave after glorious wave of orgasmic pleasure shot
through Kim's body.  Her DaDee fucked her and fucked her.  A puddle of her sex
juices began to form on the floor as a stream of liquid honey ran down her legs
from her continuously orgasming cunt.  She seemed to be unable to catch her
breath and she gasped and gasped, breathing hard, breathing fast, while her daddy
kept fucking her.

A strange sensation began to overtake her. Her field of vision narrowed to a
tunnel.  She couldn't remember it, but her knees buckled again and she collapsed
in his arms.  He stopped fucking her and laid her out on the marble floor of the
bath.  She had got her wish.  Just as she came to, he pushed her legs to her
shoulders and began fucking her again.  He had been so near.  Now took her
roughly and hard, conscious or unconscious, with the one object of getting his
rocks off.  Kim felt his wonderfully punishing dick swell even larger and then felt
it throb as he pumped his seed into her young womb.

Brad lifted himself up, angry with himself for losing control.  His nuts had ached
during breakfast.  He simply wasn't use to draining his nuts like that anymore. He
was pleasantly surprised that he had been able to get it up again so easily when he
walked into the bath, but then again, he would have had to have been a flaming
faggot not to be aroused by Kim's charms.  Now he wasn't sure if he'd be able to
keep it up all day like he'd planned.  He knew that there simply wasn't much there
that last time, maybe one or two tablespoons.  Orgasms are great, but what man
wants a quick orgasm and then a limp noodle for the rest of the day?  He'd much
rather a hard manly dick slipping in and out of a nice snatch all day, then a final
orgasm before falling asleep.  Such are the ideals and such is reality.  He
lamented the cruelties of time, he wasn't twenty anymore.

"DaDee?  DaDee?"  Her voice was weak.

Brad knelt down by his fucked out, prostrate daughter.  He gently brushed her hair
away from her face.  "Yes, baby.  DaDee's here."

"Oh, DaDee.  You make me feel so good.  I love you."

"I love you too darling."  

He picked her off the cold floor and carried her to his unmade bed, gently placing
her on the rumpled, cum stained sheets.  He kissed her, but she didn't respond. 
She had fallen fast asleep, safe in her loving DaDee's arms.

Brad ambled off to the kitchen to fix himself a high protein elixir that would help
speed his recovery. He didn't know if the formula really worked or not, but what
the hell, it was worth a try.  He was chugging his drink, scratching his aching
balls when he heard, "Senor Johnson!  I am here to clean your house!"

It was Maria, the maid.  "I'm sorry, I'm so late today.  The storm, it made such a
mess at Senora Blair's casa." 

Shit, he'd forgotten about her and that Monday afternoons were one of her
twice-weekly scheduled days.  Thank god she was late and hadn't found him
fucking Kimberly.

Maria eyed him as he stood naked in the kitchen.  "Senor Johnson, you're such a
big man!  Pene grande!  It's not good for a man like you to be lonely.  If you wish,
I sleep with you this afternoon and clean house later."

She was a brown plump woman in her late forties, and was never a beauty.  Since
Teresa died she had often offered herself to him several times, actually every time
she found him in the house alone. Ed had fucked her once, just for the hell of it. 
He had crudely propositioned her one afternoon when Lisa was away on business. 
She was quick to take him up on it.  Brad made it a policy to disappear when she
was around.  He wanted to get her to come on the days of his rounds, but she
never seemed to be able to arrange it.

"Uh, that's not necessary, Maria.  Look, today is not a good time for you to work
here.  Why don't you go home?"  She glared at him.  She needed her wages.  "I'll
pay you for the day.  Could you come back tomorrow?"

She beamed.  She'll get the day off and get paid too.  "I can come late tomorrow."

Brad didn't want her late tomorrow after Kim was home from school.  "How
about in the morning?"

"I have other houses, Senor."

"I'll pay you double."

"Sir senor!  You're such a generous man.  I'll be here in the morning."

Once Maria was gone he puttered around, getting things ready for later in the
afternoon.  He was thankful Kim was asleep.  He needed a break.  It took him a
while to find all three video cameras and VCR's.  He felt very lucky to have three
new commercial quality 180-minute tapes.  He set the cameras up in his bedroom,
and focused them.  It would be better footage if he had someone operate one by
hand, but static tripods would just have to do.  

Brad cherished his home videos of Teresa and him, of Lisa and him, of Ed and
Teresa, of Ed and Lisa, of Lisa and Teresa, not to mention the really raunchy ones
of he and Ed doubling up on the girls or doing each other.  He would often watch
them late at night, whacking off two or three times, remembering the fun years of
the past, and longing to recapture them.   He felt he now had a new lease on life. 
He would cherish these new videos too.

He gathered up his supplies, dildos, vibrators, and KY Jelly, and put them on the
bed stand within easy reach.  He found box of French ticklers, but decided to put
them away for another day.  He found a bottle of scented body oil and put that on
the bed stand also.  He went back to the kitchen and filled an insulated pitcher
with crushed ice and water.  He brought it back into his bedroom along with a
couple of glasses.  Then he rooted around the medicine cabinet and found the
bottle of pills he was looking for. He shook one into his hand and returned to
place it on the bed stand with his other necessities.  Then he waited. Watching her
sleep, her magnificent breasts heaving with each deep breath.

He turned on the recorders and crawled up next to her.  He just couldn't help but
trace a finger around a nipple, and run his hands across her lovely form.  She was
so smooth.  Her titties were so inviting.  Careful not to wake her, he ran his
tongue over a nipple.  It got hard in response to his oral contact.  Gently he
nibbled, licked and sucked on each tit, bring soft moans from the sleeping girl. 
This was fun!  Just how far could he go without waking her up?  

Brad gently spread Kim's legs and nuzzled his face into her very wet and juicy
crotch.  He lay still for several minutes inhaling the succulent scent of her sex;
she smelled a lot like her mother did.  She let out a moan and squirmed as he
raked his nose around her dark coral colored vulva.  He didn't want to wake her,
not yet and pulled his head back.   

Gently he pulled back her outer labia, revealing her bright pink inner flesh and
the inner labia guarding the interior of her vagina.  Moving his thumbs higher, he
again opened her sex and studied her little pee hole for a moment before turning
his lecherous eyes to the true object of his curiosity.  

Brad peeled back the clitoral hood, admiring her pleasure bud.  It was oval, about
a half-inch long and maybe a quarter-inch wide.  He marveled at how such a little
organ could give so much pleasure.  He stuck out his tongue and gently circled
the base, one time.  She moaned.  He swirled his tongue around it again, going in
the opposite direction, one rotation. She moaned again, louder this time.  Pulling
back, he watched it swell, until the little erection stood a half-inch above the
base, glistening, becoming redder as it engorged with blood.  Now he gently blew
on the bud, chilling it with his cool breath, causing Kim to squirm.  Then he
engulfed the chilled bud with his warm mouth.

"Oh, damnnnnn!!!" she cried out loud, wakened from her slumber.  The
unbelievably delightful sensations coming from her groin could no longer be
ignored. Brad mashed the flat of his tongue on her clit and licked upward before
swirling the tip around and around the base of her clit.  "Oh goddamn!
Ohhhhhhhh.  Ohhhhhhhh shhhhhhhit!"

Now that she was awake, Brad moved off to her side and applied pressure with
his right hand in the region between her vagina and her anus.  He spread her hood
with his free hand and licked at the side of her clit, concentrating on the area near
the top, at the eleven o'clock position.  He rapidly flicked this spot maybe ten,
fifteen times before swirling around the rest of her organ, then flicked at the spot
again, repeating the pattern, over and over, all the while pressing into her
perineum.  He knew from experience what this would do to a woman, even one
who never had an orgasm before.  The end result would be an incredibly intense
orgasm.  It took about five minutes, but she suddenly clasped her legs together
tightly and let out a scream.  Arching her back, she twisted and jerked, shuddered
and bucked, trying to free her clit of its tormentor.  Brad struggled to keep oral
contact with her clit, forcefully prying her legs apart, stimulating it throughout her
stratospheric climax.  A gushing flood of pussy juice shot out into space and
splashed down onto the bed and her flailing feet.  The cameras caught it all.

Kim suddenly fell lifeless against the mattress.   Knowing how sensitive her clit
was for the moment, Brad released her tormented clit and greedily lapped up the
musky liquid now covering her lower legs and feet.  He had always found her feet
with her short toes to be very appealing and took the time to enjoy sucking on
each one as Kim slowly recovered.  Her feet were shaped just like her mother's. 
Teresa loved to have her toes sucked and Brad loved to oblige her, loved the oral
sensation to his mouth.

By the time Brad had finished with her toes, Kim's pussy was no longer
supersensitive.  She was still on her back.  Brad drew her legs up with her feet on
the mattress and spread them apart enough to give him a clear view of her
appealing pussy.  Brad wet his right thumb with his saliva and stuck it up her
cunt, his forehand resting in the crevice of her butt.  Brad squeezed his fingers
together, squeezing her perineum, stimulating the backside of her vagina, his
forefinger pressing against her anus.

"Oh nooooo!" moaned Kim in response to the wholly new sexual sensation.

Brad squeezed and released, squeezed and released.  Kim muttered incoherently. 
Brad slowly twisted his thumb around, rubbing the back sidewalls of her cunthole
while rapidly vibrating his finger against her bunghole.

"Oh, Jesus!" she hissed.   "Mmmmm. That feels so good, DaDee.  Shit! That feels
so fucking gooood! Mmmmmmmmm"

"You like that Baby?"

"Yes, DaDee.  Mmmmmmm."

"You like your daddy fucking you?"

"Yes, DaDee, yes!  Goddamn, you make me feel..... so.....fuck....ing....gooooood!"

"Are you DaDee's little slut?"

"Yes, DaDee!"

"Say it Baby."

"I'm DaDee's little slut."

"Yes you are Kim , you're DaDee's little slut, and DaDee loves fucking his little
girl.  You want DaDee to fuck your sweet pussy again?"

"Oh, please no Daddy!  My pussy is so sore."

"Okay Baby, I won't fuck your pussy, I'm going to fuck your ass."

"Oh DaDee no!"

"Relax Baby, I'll make you feel so good."

Kim's friend Traci had been buggered roughly and she didn't like it at all.  She
remembered Traci telling her how much it hurt her. 

"It'll hurt!" she protested.

Brad wasn't about to hurt Kim.  He loved her dearly and was determined to show
her nothing but dirty perverse pleasure.  

"No it won't.  Well maybe it will a little, but that will pass quickly, then your belly
will begin to glow.  You just relax.  I won't hurt you.  Trust me."  Kim was unsure
but she did trust her daddy.

Brad removed his hand from her crotch and reached for the tube of KY.  He
paused to pour himself a glass of water.  He took the little blue pill and downed it
with a full glass of water.  He knew that in thirty or forty minutes, he would have
an erection as hard as a granite obelisk that wouldn't quit him for hours.  He filled
the glass again and offered it to Kim.  Sitting up on her elbow, she took it and
quenched her thirst.  For the first time she noticed the cameras.

"DaDee?  Are you making a video tape of us?"

"That's right darling.  I have lots of movies of your mother.  You don't know how
much I enjoy seeing her again and again.  I'll enjoy watching this tape when I'm
old and gray and can't get it up anymore.  You might like to show it to your
grandchildren."

"DaDee!  You are so bad!"

"Maybe I'll show it to some of my friends."

"No!  Don't you dare!"

Brad laughed and let her know that he wasn't serious about showing it to anyone. 
It was private.  It was theirs to enjoy in the future, a vulgar supplement to the
family album.

"Can I see your videos of Mommy?"

"Sure, why not."  The ones of Teresa and him would be fine; the others he
intended to keep close to the vest.  Of course questions about who's doing some
of the camera work may come up.  Who knows, maybe he would show her some
of the more libertine ones.  It might be useful, especially if Kim started having
regrets over today's events, he could show her how much of a slut her mother was. 
The very first video they made came to his mind.

It was at the end of his junior year at State U.  Exams were over.  Jack Thompson,
Bubba and Moose were graduating in a few days.  Most girls were terrified of
their physical size. Compounding the problem, the three huge jocks all lacked the
basic social skills necessary to find and keep a girl friend.  Jannell, a local girl
with a missing tooth, was very overweight and was no beauty.  She put up with
and put out for them, but only for cash, and cash was always short. They were
always hitting on Teresa and Lisa, bugging Brad and Ed to let them have a little.

Brad and Ed thought that they were all good guys.  They felt a little sorry for them
and had broached the subject with the girls on several occasions. The girls,
mostly out of concern for their reputations, had always politely refused, but
always left the matter open for discussion.  Now that the three would be
graduating and in a few days be gone forever, Teresa and Lisa suggested to the
boys that they invite the upstairs neighbors down for some fun.

Brad was excited about the prospect of watching Teresa get fucked by the three
big guys.  He was totally floored though when at the appointed hour, Teresa
handed him a camcorder and a handful of tapes and told him to make a video. 
She said she wanted it for when she was old.

When the three very horny guys came down to party, Teresa made it very clear
that this was her party, actually hers and Lisa's, and that the guys had to do what
the girls wanted if the guys were to get what they wanted, and what the girls
wanted was to see the five guys get it on together.   Brad and Ed were sore for a
week after that, but a taboo had been broken and permanently discarded.

Teresa was right about never seeing those guys again. Except on video. The video
of the two-day orgy with the additional three behemoths, though crudely
produced, was non-stop, AC/DC gang banging raunchy action.  Well maybe he
wouldn't show her that one, but there were plenty more that he could show her to
make his point if need be.

"Roll over Baby.  Get up on your knees, head down.  Now spread those pretty
little ass cheeks for DaDee and the camera."

Kim expected that Brad was going to force his dick up her butt without further
ado and she braced herself for the assault.  But instead of the pain of a thick
salami ripping into her, she felt the warm moist embrace of the flat of his tongue
on her sensitive virgin hole, then the tip curling up, flickering over her anus as he
traced the Cyrillic alphabet across her anus.  Kim turned her head to the side and
looked in the wall mirror. "Oh, Jesus fuck DaDee!" she muttered.  The oral play
on her anus felt divine.  Kim ground her butt into Brad's face as he pursued the
filthy perverted act.  "Mmmmmm.  Yes DaDee, yes."  

Worming his way into her, he relished her flavor, reminding him of his beloved
Teresa.
She was tight, very tight, and Brad had difficulty penetrating her, and to his
delight he realized that she really was a butt-virgin after all.  

Brad sat back on his heels licking his lips.  He squeezed a glob of the lubricant
onto his middle finger and pressed the pad of his middle finger into her
saliva-drenched shithole.
He rubbed her hole for a minute before worming it up her butt.  After inserting
his finger to the first knuckle, Brad paused and twisted his hand, rotating his
finger.  He massaged the tight ring of her sphincter, relaxing it, stretching it,
preparing it for his big dick.  He pushed in to his second knuckle, paused and
continued to massage her tight butthole.

"Relax Kim.  Just relax," he cooed.  He felt the anal grip on his finger ease a bit. 
"That's it Baby, relax."   He pushed in as far as he could go.  

Kim was really enjoying Brad fingering her butt.  She consciously tried to relax
her sphincter.  Brad began finger fucking her, withdrawing almost entirely from
her rectum before inserting his finger back in deep.

"Oh yes DaDee, that feel gooooood."

Once she was relaxed enough for him to frig her with ease, he added his index
finger and began the process again, gradually stretching her, gradually relaxing
her tight anal muscle.  He tried to insert three fingers.  

Kim squirmed and protested, "That hurts, DaDee!" 

Brad stopped.  He picked up a thin torpedo shaped vibrator, greased it up and
inserted it in her anus.  She squirmed again, this time in utter pleasure.

"Oh, Jesus!" cried Kim as Brad turned the vibrator on.  He fucked her ass with the
vibrating tool for several minutes, relaxing her sphincter even more before
withdrawing it.  She was moaning and groaning, as ready as she would get.  Brad
pulled her over on her side, scooted up and presented his semi-hard dick for her
oral manipulation.

"Suck it slut!  Suck it hard!  Get it hard and I'll run it up your butt!" he demanded
gleefully.   

Kim sucked the head and two inches of shaft into her mouth.  Brad groaned as she
lashed his dickhead with her swirling tongue. Blood began to flood into the
spongy tissue of his penis, engorging it, and as the pressure increased and more
blood was pumped in, every spongy cell filled to the maximum.  He became hard,
very, very hard; so hard it almost hurt.

Brad pulled his engorged cock from her mouth.  As goods as it felt, a blowjob
wasn't what he wanted, at least for now. He was ready to complete the sex job on
his little girl, forever staking his claim to the pleasures of her body.  He lewdly
globed KY on his stiff pole and sneered, "You ready to have your little virgin ass
popped?"

As much as she had enjoyed the prelims, fear began to grip her again as she
assessed the enormity of his deep-veined pulsating organ. 

 "DaDee, I..."

He rolled her onto her back and lifted her legs across his shoulders and put his
swollen cockhead to her defenseless anus.  

"DaDee I..."

He pressed his dick against her hole.  

"DaDee don't, I'm sca..." Her anus yielded to his glans as it pressed into her anus,
stretching it more than ever before.  

"Ahh!" she gasped as her sphincter stretched wide. With only the head of his dick
inside her ass, he paused; her sphincter tightly gripping his dick just behind the
rim of his cock crown.  

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she whimpered at the feel of her ass suddenly stretched wide.

"Relax baby!  You've got to relax," he whispered reassuringly.  "Give it a little
time.  The worst is over. Don't squeeze your butt, relax it!"

After a minute or so, he felt her body relax a bit as she adjusted to his big dick. 
"How's that feel baby?  Feel good now?"  

Panting in quick breaths unable to speak, she nodded in the affirmative. Brad
gave her another minute to adjust to his cock. 

As the sharp pain of initial anal penetration began to ease, Kim opened her eyes,
and looked between her legs at her daddy's big dick, posed to fuck her.  She
braced herself for him to roughly plunge into her bowls.  The plunge never came.  


Brad  began to thrust, thrusting his fuck rod with shallow thrusts for several
minutes before driving into her a little deeper, a half an inch at a time.  

Kim felt her rectum elastically yield to the slowly penetrating organ of her father. 
There was no pain, just a pleasurable glow as her father filled her up and
stretched her out.  "Oh, DaDee!  DaDee! DaDee!"  She lovingly gazed into the
lust filled eyes of her father.  "That feels so fucking good DaDee.  Ouuuuu!"  

Nearly fifteen minutes after he began to thrust and over twenty minutes after he
first penetrated her, he was buried in her ass as deep as he could go. Withdrawing
his dick, he penetrated her again and again, slowly at first, but before she knew it
he was vigorously plunging in and out of her ass, his thumb grinding on her clit,
giving her a fucking she'd never forget.

Brad felt her bowls contract around his dick as she was swept by an orgasm.  She
noticeably slumped and he abruptly pulled out.

"No DaDee!  Don't stop!  Please don't..."  

He rammed it back in, pulled out completely and rammed it in again, and again,
his ample dick fully penetrating her with remarkable ease.  

Brad pulled out of her ass and rolled her over, pulling her to the edge of the bed
by her ankles, he positioned her on her knees again.  Standing at the edge of the
bed, Brad added more lube to cock, then effortlessly entered her ass from behind. 
He fucked her ass for the next hour, changing positions frequently, periodically
giving her clit a workout, and using up an entire bottle of lube until she was
begging him to stop.  

Finally he pulled off and went to the bathroom, leaving her swooning half on, half
off the bed.  After cleaning the shit off his now sore dick he returned to the
prostate girl, picked her up and carried to the hot tub on the patio.  Carrying her
into the water and immersing her in the soothing water, Brad reached for the
waterproof lubricant.


  



















THE GUARDIAN 

CHAPTER 6
By Art Martin

HAPPY BIRTHDAY
(Mff, inc, con, oral, anal)
     


Brad rolled off after cumming.  He loved waking up to good morning fuck. He
had really missed that simple pleasure. 

"Come on Kim, you've got to go to school."

"No, DaDee.  Can't we just stay home?"

"No Kim.  I've got to work today and you have your test."

"But my pussy is sore and my ass is sore," she whined hoping for sympathy.

"If you hang around here all day, I'll be between your legs all day, sore or not."

"But it's not sore when you're in me, just afterwards."

"Sex is wonderful, but it's just not good to over do it."

"Who says?"

"I don't know...Now come on.  I've got to get going so I'll be home when you get
home."

"You have after school plans for me?"

"What do you think?  Now get up you little slut before I change my mind."

Kim joined her daddy in the shower.  It was fun to shower with him, she cleaning
his dick and he cleaning her pussy and her tits.  

Brad resisted the urge to linger in the shower.   He quickly toweled off and
dressed in his work overalls.  Thirty minutes later, they were driving through the
automatic gate.  He was surprised that she didn't complain about being seen in the
now very beat up work van.  She cheerfully kissed him goodbye and ran to meet
Traci, her best friend.

Brad hoped she would resist the urge to blab to Traci.  He wasn't too optimistic,
but it was important that no one knew of their unlawful, incestuous tryst.

Traci McGuire had been Kim's best friend since third grade.  The two girls were
inseparable and seemed to be almost always together.   Traci spent a lot of time at
the Johnson home and she was as much a fixture around the house as Kim was.
Early on Teresa took Traci under her wing and treated her like a second daughter. 
Naturally Brad and Tersa liked a little adult time on weekends and Kim spent the
night at Traci's almost as often as Traci spent the night with Kim.

Traci's mom was single.  She had gotten pregnant in high school, dropped out and
married the father of her child.  The marriage lasted a few years, but ended a few
months before Traci was born. Uneducated and unskilled, she struggled
financially to maintain a basic lifestyle for Traci and her two older brothers. 
There never was any extra money for luxuries. 

The two girls were always nearly the same height and size.  With Teresa's
blessing Traci was allowed to borrow Kim's clothes, which were never worn by
Kim more than three or four times, and every time Teresa took Kim to have her
hair and/or nails done, she treated Traci to a makeover also. Mimicking Kim,
Traci called Brad her DaDee.

Now that the girls had both blossomed into young women, they still were about
the same size, with Traci being an inch shorter than Kim, but with perhaps an
extra inch larger in her bust line.  Despite the similar sizes, the two girls
appearance was totally different. Traci sported auburn hair and blue eyes, to
Kim's dark brown eyes and hair and Traci's skin tone was much lighter than Kim's
natural olive.  

Lately after Ed and Lisa moved to California and Teresa was killed, Traci spent
an inordinate amount of time at the Johnson's.  There seemed to be always some
problem at Traci's house, and Brad felt more comfortable if the girls were at his
house.  Brad fretted that Traci was now going to be a problem, but he hadn't a
clue as to how to discourage her from spending so much time there after he had
encouraged it for so long.

Returning home in the afternoon, he found Kim and Traci lounging around the
pool in bikinis, soaking up some rays.  It was sight he enjoyed, though he was a
little miffed that Kim wouldn't be able to try on the new risqu‚ swimsuits he had
bought her earlier today.
He let the girls be.  Later that evening after a supper of grilled steaks and baked
potatoes, he took Traci home.  

After they were alone, Brad gave Kim the very skimpy garments.  The string tops
barely contained her 38C tits, her flesh bulging from the edges of the tiny
triangles and her nipples outlined through of thin material.  The thong bottoms
barely covered her pussy mound and nothing else.  For modesty, he had bought
matching wraps or sarongs for each of the three suits.  Kim was delighted.  Brad
explained that he didn't like the tan lines left by her other more conservative
bikinis and he wanted her to minimize them.

The next afternoon he got home a little earlier than usual.  He'd gotten a call on
his cell phone informing him that his sailboat had been found and where it was
now docked. 

Looking out onto the patio, his eyes nearly popped out at the sight of both girls
scantily clad in the new bikinis. He watched discretely from the house, checking
out Traci's buns as she sunned herself.  Then Hank popped into view as he hoisted
himself from the pool.  Hank was Kim's current boyfriend.  At eighteen, Hank
was a fairly big guy, about 6'2", well muscled and hairy.  He looked the part of a
high school football star.  Hank sat on the edge of Kim's chase lounge and began
massaging her bare buttocks. 

Brad finally made some noise to announce that he was home.  Hank jumped up,
blushing a deep red.  Traci scrambled to cover up.  Brad realized that he had
made a mistake.  What father would buy his daughter a bikini like these?

"Uh, hi kids."  It was an awkward moment. 

Kim casually sat up and with a cheery smile greeted her father, "Hi, DaDee! 
You're home early."

"Uh, yeah.  Listen, the sailboat is over at the Rockford Marina.  Do you think you,
Traci, and Hank could sail it back home?"

"Oh, yes!  That'll be fun," gushed Kim.  "How about it guys?"

Hank looked relieved to have an escape from the awkward moment. 

"Okay, I'll give you a ride over to the marina, but you two girls had better put
something else on."

"Oh, DaDee!  You're too cute!  Come on Traci, let's get decent."  Traci was trying
to be modest but Kim flaunted her body, leaving Hank alone on the patio with
Brad. 

Hank was obviously very uncomfortable the situation.  Brad was amused.  He
liked this kid and he only had himself to blame for the girls dress.  He decided to
be blunt with the kid.  "Hank, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Fearing the worse, Hank managed a weak "Uh, yes sir."

"Let's speak as mature adults.  Since Kim's mother died, I've had to be both
mother and father to her.  Kim told me that she's had sex with you."  Hank looked
down, his gut churning.  "Now don't get me wrong, but I realize that if you two
decide to want to have sex together, then you will have sex and there's nothing I
can do or say that will change that. Sex is very normal and kids your age have a
very strong sex drive. 

"Having said that, Kim tells me that you do not use a condom during intercourse
with her."  Hank kept looking down.  "She's on the pill, so I'm not concerned that
she'll get pregnant. But I am very concerned about her contracting a sexually
transmitted disease."  

Hank looked up with a puzzled expression.  

"For her sake and your own sake, you need to use a condom.  Now I'm not asking
that you use a condom, I'm demanding it.  Do you understand me?"  Hank's mouth
was slightly agape.  He had expected a tirade or something even worse.  

"Use a condom during intercourse or keep your pants on.  There's some dangerous
things out there and I don't want my daughter suffering because you didn't take a
simple precaution."

"Uh, yes sir!"

Brad opened the plastic bag he was holding and pulled out a large box of
condoms.  "Here, take these and put them on the sailboat where you can get to
them.  I'll put these other boxes around the house just in case."  Hank held the box
of condoms in disbelief.  "Take a handful and put them in your car too."

His face brightened, "Uh, thanks Mr. Johnson.  You're really cool!"

"Cool or not, I'm her father and I want only the best for her.  So when you're with
my daughter, I demand that you to look out after her best interest, and that means
'NO UNPROTECTED SEX'.  I promise you this Hank, if you give her something,
I'll have you hunted down and have your pecker cut off!  Understand?"

Hank's eyes widen, the threat taken seriously. "Yes sir!"  

"And another thing.  Don't go around telling anybody we've had this conversation. 
They won't believe you and you'll look foolish."

"Uh, Mr. Johnson, are you saying that I can...that we can...?"

"Use a condom Hank. What goes on at this house is nobody else's business! 
Understand?  Nobody's business."

"Uh, yes sir!"

Over the next few weeks, everyone played a game.  Brad pretended not to spy on
the girls and Traci pretended that she was unaware of his lecherous voyeurism. 
Hank would come over often and he and Kim or he and Traci would disappear for
a while, then reappear as if they just went for a walk.  Sometimes Hank brought a
buddy with him and the four teens would disappear in various combinations. 
Outwardly Kim pretended that everything was as before, except that Hank openly
had sex with her and that once Traci and Hank went home, her father fucked her
too.   

Early in May on a Friday Kim called her dad from Traci's, asking if it be all right
if Traci spent the weekend as her mother had to go out of town.  Brad was
peeved.  It was his birthday and looked forward to treating himself to another
marathon sex job on Kim. He had told Hank that Kim wasn't going to be available
this weekend and that he should spend the weekend studying for finals. Now his
plans were ruined.  

"But it's my birthday, Kim.  I wanted us to do something special together."

"I'm sorry DaDee, but Traci needs some place to stay for the weekend.  I'll make
it up to you. Pleeeeease!"

Brad knew there really wasn't any sense in arguing.  Kim had always had him
wrapped around her little finger and he always found it difficult if not impossible
to say 'no' to her. 

"Okay, you win.  I'll have to restrain myself tonight."

"Thank you DaDee. Can you pick us up in an hour?"

"Sure Babe.  We'll go have dinner at the club, so you two wear something nice."

"That sounds great!"

Walking into the dining room of the Rockford Country Club, Brad felt that every
pair of eyes were on him, speculating on what he was doing with two young girls. 
Was it obvious the way Kim hung on him that they had a sexual relationship?  He
shook it off.  Nobody could possibly know anything.  He relaxed and treated the
girls to whatever they wanted.  He treated himself to two martinis too many.

He was too drunk to drive and Kim hadn't even gotten her learner's permit yet. 
Traci offered to drive; she had had her permit for two weeks now.  They piled
into the Mercedes and had a wild ride home.  Actually it was Traci's first time
behind the wheel and driving at night was an extra challenge, but she managed to
make it home without incident until the final second when she got her feet mixed
up and accelerated into Brad's work van parked in the driveway. Fortunately she
wasn't going too fast, but the girls got a lesson in kinetic energy.  Both vehicles
were out of commission.

Brad got out and surveyed the damage.  The radiator was hissing antifreeze, the
grill was smashed and the hood and a fender of the Mercedes were buckled.  On
the van, the rear doors were caved in.  Fortunately no one was hurt, but Traci
became hysterical. 

"Oh my god!" she shrieked.  "I'm so sorry DaDee!  I'm so sorry!  The car wouldn't
stop!"  The river of tears flowed freely.  

"Crap!"  Brad wasn't looking forward with hassling with his insurance agency
again so soon.  They refused to make good on his claim for the bass boat, saying
that it still might be recovered.  The roof damage to house had been repaired, but
they claimed the costs were exorbitant.  He knew that fixing the van was a losing
proposition and that he would just have to replace it.  The Mercedes could be
fixed, but he didn't want to drive it after it had been wrecked, so that too would
have to be replaced after the repairs were made.  

Kim was bawling now in sympathy with her friend.  He turned to the girls.  It was
really his fault, getting drunk at the club.  He was just relived that everyone
seemed okay. He now wished he had invited Hank.   "Hey, it's all right girls. 
Don't sweat it.  The cars can be fixed."  Hugging Traci to comfort her, he
reassured her, "It's okay Traci, its okay.  These things happen.  I'm not angry
darling.  I just glad everyone's safe." 

"I'm so sorry, DaDee.  I'm so sorry," she continued to babble.

"Fuck it!   Don't worry about it. Okay?  Come on I'll deal with this shit
tomorrow."

They went inside.  The girls continued to sob. Brad went to the bar and fixed
himself another martini.  The girls disappeared into Kim's bedroom.  Chugging
the martini, he retired for the evening to an empty bed.  

Lying in bed and for no particular reason, Brad started thinking about Teresa and
her asshole father, Big Jim, the 5'4" tyrant.  He wondered what Big Jim would say
about what he and Kim were doing.

After the wedding Teresa took Brad to meet her folks.  She had never talked
about them other than that her mother was loony and that her dad was obnoxious
and was the cause of her mother's poor mental state.  Brad's mouth fell to the
floorboard as they drove up the drive to her parents' house.  It wasn't a house; it
was a mansion right out of some 1930's Hollywood production.

"You live here?"

"No, I live with you," she replied as if there was nothing unusual about her
parent's house.

"You never told me you were rich."

"Would it have made a difference?"  She always had cash and drove a nice car,
but that in itself wasn't unusual.  

Having had grown up in very modest middle class family, Brad suddenly felt
inferior.    The status symbol in his parent's neighborhood had been a double
carport and a fairly new Chevy Impala.  "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You'll see.  I don't like Daddy and I don't have any respect for Mother."

Big Jim was initially delighted to see Teresa, but looked at Brad with suspicion. 
Brad at 5'11" never considered himself to be tall, having come short of the
magical six-foot mark, but compared to Big Jim he was a giant, and Big Jim
despised big people.  

When Teresa told them that she and Brad were married, Big Jim exploded, "You
big bastard, you think you can get my money by marrying my daughter?  She's
mine, damn you!"  Brad was completely taken aback by his hostility, not to
mention the fact that ten minutes before he had no idea she came from a wealthy
family. "You won't get a penny hot shot!"

"I didn't marry her to get..."

"Get the hell out of my house you gold digging gigolo!  Get out!  You too girl! 
Get out of my sight, both of you!" he shrieked.

Brad retreated from the house followed by Teresa.  Her mother stopped her at the
door.

"How dare you upset your father like that!  You know that he's not well."

This is what Teresa expected of her mother, putting the blame for his insecurities
on other people.  She had never supported her in her struggles with the old man.

"Mother, go fuck yourself!"  Teresa turned and walked away.  

She had married Brad for three reasons, he was kind, she loved him, and she
wouldn't have to work for her father. Work?   That was a laugh.  Big Jim wanted
to get between her legs again and he wanted her to 'work' at his side.  His plan
was derailed and it enraged him.  Her mother blames her?  That was rich!  She
knew exactly what Big Jim did to her daughter, but never once acknowledged it
or tried to protect her from him.

Brad didn't learn of the incest until after Teresa's mother died.  Teresa explained
that Big Jim began making inappropriate advances toward her beginning in
seventh grade.  She always managed to rebuke him, which greatly angered him. 

Then when she was in high school, Big Jim caught her in a compromising
position with the gardener.  Big Jim was in a drunken stupor at the time, lost
control and took her while the gardener watched.  After that, he took her at his
whelm rationalizing that she was his possession.  No one said 'no' to Big Jim and
it was a power thing with him to degrade his own daughter who sought to defy
him. Still she resisted his advances so fervently that Big Jim threatened to cut
Teresa out of his will. Without the slightest support from her mother, she
reluctantly submitted to him.  

Now that her mother was dead, her father was threatening her again.  She made a
deal with him.  He was to pay for the lake house and put it in her name. He was
also to release her trust funds to her, and she was to be his only heir.  The
foundation that he'd established to perpetuate his good name was to be dissolved. 
In exchange, she would spend one week a month with him.  

Brad thought it was sick, but he was powerless to object. Brad continued to avoid
Big Jim and his venomous tirades, but he would still answer the phone only to
find the old man gloating about fucking his wife.  A typical opening line might
go, "What kind of man, let's another man fuck his wife for money?  A goddamned
pimp!" or "I fucked your wife  today and I'm going to fuck her again tonight. 
You're going to have to jack off!"  or "I took her virginity, not you.  You got her
second hand.  You're just a second hand smuck!"

Brad and Teresa's sex life was far more licentious than what Big Jim might have
imagined.  Brad could care less if she fucked some other guy, including her
father.  In addition to her fucking Ed on a regular basis, he'd watched numerous
other men take her.  He liked watching other men fuck her and he liked to watch
her enjoy herself.  Truth be known, he wanted to watch Big Jim fuck her too, but
he couldn't stand the bastard.

Now he was fucking his own daughter.  He wondered what Big Jim would say to
that.  Was he just like the old man?  He rationalized that his incest was
consensual.  He decided that he would never be possessive like Big Jim.  Kim
could enjoy sex with whomever she wished.  Someday she'd get married, and
maybe the sexual relationship with him would end, but he swore to himself that
he'd do nothing to bring that unhappy state upon himself.  The two girls entering
his bedroom giggling brought him out of his reverie.

"DaaaaaaDeeeee!"  Kim's devilish smile let him know that she was up to
something.  The girls were dressed in bathrobes, a common sight throughout the
years.  Brad had modestly worn a pair of gym shorts to bed just in case.

"What is it Baby?"

"We have a surprise for you.  A birthday present from us."

Brad was prepared for a homemade card and a crude frame with a goofy picture
of the two girls taken at a video arcade.  Kim stood behind Traci.  Traci unfolded
her hands across her abdomen and Kim pulled the bathrobe from her shoulders,
allowing the terrycloth robe to drop to the floor.

"Happy Birthday DaDee!  She's all yours."

Brad gawked, stunned, not only by the brashness of the two girls but by the
stunning beauty of Traci's young nude body.  She had 38C tits like Kim, but
because she was slightly shorter, she seemed to be bigger.  Bright pink aureoles
and perky little nipples capped her ripe melons.   Her auburn bush was neatly
trimmed.

"Wha...what are you two doing?  I, I, I can't do this Kim," he stammered knowing
full well that he was going to do it.  He'd fantasized about screwing Traci for the
past year, even before Teresa was killed. Now she stood naked before him,
offering herself to him for his birthday.  He knew he shouldn't, she was too young,
but she was offering herself to him. 

Traci sat on the bed and ran her hand under the elastic of his shorts grasping his
rapidly growing erection.  Kim dropped her robe to the floor and then she pulled
his shorts off.

"Oh my, DaDee!" exclaimed Traci.  "Kim wasn't exaggerating.  You've got the
biggest cock I've ever seen."

"Traci, don't," pleaded Brad.
 
"I wrecked your car.  Let me make it up to you."

"Fuck the car!  I can't do this with you."

"I'll tell everyone what you've been doing to Kim," she playfully threatened.

"I..."  

Traci's wide mouth descended on his fully erect organ, engulfing it with ease. 
She swung into a 69 position, offering her pink cunt to his mouth.   Brad grabbed
both cheeks of her ass and pulled her snatch to his hungry mouth.  Her clit already
stood out from the hood swollen with blood and it didn't escape him that her
snatch was already wet with salvia.  Casting aside all restraint, he voraciously ate
her out, tongue fucking her vagina, nibbling her distended clit.  Brad watched up
close as Kim's two fingers disappeared into Traci's pussy and sending her
shuddering in the throes of her second orgasm of the evening.  

Brad rolled her over, and broke from their embrace, pulling his rod from her
throat.  Kim urged him, "Fuck her DaDee, fuck her!"  

He positioned himself between her outspread legs and put the tip of his dick to
her sopping wet honey hole.   

"Fuck her DaDee, fuck her!   Give her a good fucking," his daughter huskily
implored. 

"Okay baby, you want it so I'm going to fuck you good," he growled.  His long
thick spear, flowing copious quantities of pre-cum from his cock-slit, parted her
sweet pink pussy lips and penetrated into her tight fuck hole.  Her labia spread
until they were obscenely stretched around his large caliber cock.

"Oh gawd!!!  You're so BIG!  Jesus fuck!  Oh yes, DaDee, stretch my little pussy
good. Oh, fuck, where have you been?"

Brad began thrusting her with shallow thrusts, working his way deeper and deeper
into Traci's wanton snatch, before fucking her with long full strokes.  The rim of
his cock crown gently scraped the lining of her vagina as it worked back and
forth, the friction stimulating her G-spot, causing it to swell and increasing the
friction even more. He fucked her roughly, treating her like the little nympho-slut
that she was, giving her exactly what she wanted.  The stentorian slap of their
bellies meeting with every thrust filled the room.  Her upper torso became
mottled like a mild rash, announcing her impending climax.  Nerves began
shorting out in her abdomen as her sex sensors overloaded. Her pussy clutched his
penis like a vise as hot, churning liquid raced the full length of her pussy.

"Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Sweet fucking mercy, yes! Ohhhhhhh yessssssssss!"

Brad pulled one of her legs over his shoulder and continued to fuck her until she
orgasmed again.  He pulled out and repositioned her for a doggie-style coupling.  

He liked his birthday present.  An ever-dutiful daughter, Kim caught most of it on
tape for posterity, so her father could enjoy this moment again and again in the
future.  After nearly an hour of nonstop poking, she grew weary of her
self-appointed task of historian and put the video camera down.  

Brad was on top of Traci, her legs around his waist in a classic missionary.  Kim
ran her hand up the crack of her father's butt and found his asshole.  She began
rubbing his hole with a KY slickened finger. Through years of experience, he
knew how to relax his sphincter, and her finger glided easily up his rectum,
finding the hard knot of his prostate just as he'd taught her.  She began massaging
his pleasure button and soon he was pushed over the edge and came in a torrent,
flooding Traci's well-fucked cunt with his semen as he pumped load after load
into her.

He rolled off, exhausted from his efforts, only to find that his now deflating dick
in the mouth of his daughter.  It was her turn and she was determined to get him
back up as quickly as possible.  All through the night the two teens sucked and
fucked him, over and over.  Even after his nuts were completely drained, and his
pecker was too sore to continue, they worked his ass over with fingers, tongues
and a vibrator.  It was his best night of raw sex since Ed and Lisa moved.  He
woke the next morning finding Traci sucking his poor abused peter again. It was a
great birthday weekend.

For two days, he didn't bother to put even a pair of gym shorts on.  Hank came
around on Sunday morning.  Buck-naked Brad answered the door.  Brad
welcomed him in, happy that he might have some relief from the two insatiable
girls. He didn't think for moment what Hank might think about the two girls
sprawled naked on the living room.  Then he excused himself for a desperately
needed nap saying, "Have fun Hank," before he disappeared into the back of the
house.

  













THE GUARDIAN 

CHAPTER 7
By Art Martin

GUARDIAN ANGEL
(Mf, MF, mmF, con, oral, anal)


Brad woke from his fretful nap.  He immediately began worry about the possible
consequences of his actions with the two under aged girls.  "Girls, hell," he
snorted, "Women. Willing women."  

Willing or not, he still rippling knew that there were severe consequences for him
if it ever became public knowledge.  How could it not become public knowledge? 
Not only did Traci know what he and Kim were doing, but Hank now also knew
what he was doing with both Kim and Traci.  After all when he'd let him in, both
girls were sprawled out, oozing semen from their engorged pussy lips.

He got up to ponder a possible course of action.  The house was very quiet. 
Several used rubbers littered the living room floor.  Brad muttered, "Damn, do I
have to tell him where the garbage can is?"  

Brad found the two girls outside by the pool.  He found it amusing that he was
relieved to see that they had at least put on thong bikinis.  Hank was nowhere to
be seen.  

"Afternoon ladies."

Traci waved and cheerfully greeted him.  "Hi, DaDee!  Can you put some lotion
on my back?" 

"Sure Baby, I'd love to."  Brad picked up the tube of sunscreen and began rubbing
it into her back, admiring the ripe moons of her sumptuous derriŠre. "Where's
Hank?  I know he came in just before I crashed."

"DaDee, you should be ashamed of yourself, leaving us like that.  It was
embarrassing," chided Kim.  "What did you want him to do?  Screw us?"

"Well it wouldn't have been the first time, would it?  In fact, judging by the used
rubbers on the floor, he did just that. Several times."

"DaDee!  What kind of girls do you think we are?"

"A couple of sluts.  Don't get me wrong, Baby, I love sluts, especially fine looking
sluts like you two girls."

Frowning Kim pouted, "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"That you're fine looking?  Knockout is more like it.  You know, you two girls
damned near killed me this weekend."   

"Did you have fun, DaDee?" asked Traci playfully.

"Fun would be an understatement."

"We had fun too, didn't we Traci?"

"Oh yeah!  That big cock of yours is wonderful DaDee."

"Now don't get started girls.  I'm worn out for the moment.  Shit, I'm surprised my
pecker didn't fall off."

"Let me kiss and make it better," offered Kim.

"No, please, not now, just leave the poor thing alone.  It'll get better in a little
while."

"Will it be better before I have to go home?"

"I don't know Traci, I certainly hope so," replied Brad as he was working the
lotion into her buttocks.  Brad looked up to see Hank walking from around the
side of the house.  He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of cutoff jeans.  They
were very short, allowing the tip of his dick to peek out when he sat down.

"Hello, Mr. Johnson," the young man greeted.  "I saw the damage to your car and
truck. Hope you don't mind, but I pried the rear doors of the truck open so you can
get to your stuff.  It's pretty messed up.  The doors will not close, so I tied them
together with a piece of rope."

"Thanks Hank I appreciate that.  You do anything else?"

Hank grinned slyly, "Yeah, I did just as you told me to do, I used the rubbers."

"I noticed that. That's good Hank."

Hank took the suntan oil and began massaging it in Kim's legs and then her
buttocks.  He looked over to gauge Brad's reaction as he ran his hand up her butt
crack.  Brad smiled and ran his hand up Traci's butt crack.  Encouraged by Brad's
reaction, Hank decided to be bold and pulled Kim's thong down and off.  Then he
dropped his shorts and rolled a condom over his stiffening cock. 

The kid was well hung, maybe 8 inches in length.  He was thick, but not as thick
as Brad was.   Hank looked at Brad again for consent, and Brad gave him a
'thumbs up'.  Hank told Kim to roll over and he mounted her, her thighs firmly
gripping his waist.  He wasted no time and immediately began humping her. 
Brad felt his dick stirring as he watched his daughter getting fucked.  Settling in
watching the show and fingering Traci's anus for impending action, the poolside
phone rang.  Reluctantly Brad answered the phone.

"Hello, Brad?  This is Sara."  It was Traci's mom.  "I've got something I must talk
to you about.  If you're not busy, would you mind if I came over?"

'Fuck,' thought Brad.  "When?"

"Right away if that's okay with you."

Brad wasn't expecting her to be back in town until later in the evening.  "Uh, give
me about thirty minutes, okay?"

"Sure, I'll see you in thirty minutes."

Brad hung up.  Hank was pounding away at Kim.  'Shit, I'm out of time!' he cursed
to himself.

"Hank, hate to tell you this, but the party's over.  Traci's mother is on her way over
here, so beat it!"  Hank kept fucking Kim. "I said the party is over Hank!  You
have to leave.  Now!"   Hank looked at him like he was crazy, then he
dismounted.  

"Damn!  Can't I even finish?"

"I think you got your rocks off plenty today Hank.  Look, Traci's mother is on her
way over here right now, so you got to go."  Hank frowned so Brad added, "By the
way, in the future, please throw your used rubbers away and not just leave them
on the floor."

Hank glanced down, embarrassed by being called down on his bad manners. 
"Oh! Sorry, Mr. J.  I wasn't sure what to do with them."

"Try a trash can," instructed Brad dourly.  

He turned his attention to the two girls.  "Kim, you and Traci need to put on some
clothes."  

Brad dove in the pool to cleanse himself, then got out and slipped on a pair of
swim trunks and a muscle shirt he had left days ago on a chair. Hank had
disappeared into the house to clean up his mess.  After a few minutes, Brad heard
the sound of his beat up Toyota start up and then drive up the gravel driveway.

Brad went into the living room.  He was immediately struck with the smell of sex
permeating the room.  He lit several scented candles to mask the odor.  

Sara McGuire drove down the wooded lane towards the lake and the Johnson
House.  She was still sore from her weekend activities, and cursed her
brother-in-law for being such an abusive jerk.   As she passed the large houses set
in the woods near Lake Rockford, she couldn't help but ponder that some people
had all the luck whereas others, like herself, seemed to be destined to unending
misery.  She felt sorry for herself but then realized that she was doing the best she
could and maybe, just maybe she could still do something good for Traci.

She had been miserable ever since she got knocked up in high school.  A month
before her oldest son Zach was born, she realized what a mistake it had been to
marry Buck, but 
it was too late.  Buck was an abusive loser, but for some reason, despite the
frequent beatings, she couldn't bring herself to leave him until after she had
Tommy and was pregnant with Traci.  Even then, she didn't leave him; he simply
disappeared, leaving her destitute with three young children to care for.  Over the
next few years, she drifted in and out of over a dozen relationships with other
men, some abusive, some not, but all interested in her only as far as getting laid.

She had no education and no skills, but worked hard to provide for her children.  
She eked out a living as a waitress in a series of low dollar restaurants catering to
mostly a blue-collar clientele.  Tips were low and wages were pitiful, still she
managed with the help of food stamps and subsidized housing.  Then she got a
job waitressing at a jazz club, where the waitresses wore see through teddies.  The
tips were good, very good when she allowed the tip to be stuffed in her panties. 
She soon discovered that she could make really good money by meeting
customers at a nearby motel after the club closed.  

By the time Traci started school, she was able to buy a small frame house. Then
she started dancing at a gentlemen's club, where for twenty bucks a pop she
lap-danced topless plus she earned a little extra on the side late at night.  But that
was now over.  Two weeks ago she lost her job.  At 42, she just wasn't as
attractive as she once was, and her earning potential for the club had fallen off
considerably. 

She pondered her situation.  She couldn't find another club locally that wanted
her. They were always very up front about the fact that she was simply too old;
the men wanted young girls.  She decided to go back to working at a truck stop,
serving up coffee in the caf‚ and serving up pussy in the trucker's cab.  She tried
that, but on the second night she got busted for prostitution and was fired.  

Now she was in a real dilemma, as she couldn't make her house note and to avoid
prosecution she had agreed to move to another state.  Being prosecuted wasn't the
problem; she just didn't want her kids to know that their mother was a common
prostitute. Besides, she figured that if she moved, she could rent out her house to
a couple of friends and make they could make the payments.  The only problem
was where would she go?  After thinking about it for several days, she reluctantly
she called her sister, Linda.  

"Sara, you're always welcome to stay here for as long as you like," her sister said
warmly.  "But you know Red, he'll want to get into your pants, and his boys, well
frankly, I'm nothing more than a whore in this house.  You know that.  What
should I expect, my husband runs a porn shop and lives out his fantasies. Your
boys staying here won't be a problem, but you must realize that they will be
hopelessly corrupted.  As far as Traci, don't ever bring her here.  They'll use her
just like they'll use you and me."

"I know Linda.  I don't know how you put up with it all.  I promise, it won't be for
long, Sis, just until I can find a job and afford a place of my own."

"Okay, if you want to come, I'll talk to Red, and make sure it's okay with him." 
Linda called her back in a few hours, her voice sounding strained as if she were in
pain.  "Sara, Red says to come up this weekend and we'll work something out.  He
also said he might have a job for you."

"What kind of job?"

"I don't think you really want to know.  Maybe you ought to forget about it Sara,
and go someplace else."

"Look, I'm renting out my house to a couple of girls I worked with.  I need to be
out by next week; besides, my lawyer says if I'm not out by next week, the deal is
off and they will prosecute me.  I don't have any other choice.  Nobody is going to
hire a waitress with a conviction for prostitution.  I gotta do something, and I
don't have to take Red's job offer.  Look, I'll leave the kids here this weekend and
come on up alone. If we can't work out something acceptable to everyone
involved, I'll just have to think of something else." 

Sara's brother-in-law, Red Fromly, owned and ran an adult bookstore on the edge
of Huntington called Pinetree Books.  In addition to books, magazines,
newsletters, and videos, he sold a large assortment of toys for every taste.  He had
seeped his family in hardcore pornography for years and it infected the very
marrow of his family.  For Red and his boys, nothing was out of limits.  

After an licentious family reunion, Sara found out what Red had in mind as a job. 
She was to work the back room of the bookstore and service his special
customers.  He told her that since she was already whore, the job would be easy. 
What he didn't tell her was that last week he had sold his last girl for a handsome
sum to be the slave of one of his best paying customers.   He needed another girl
to take her place and every day he didn't have one, he was losing money.  He
considered using Linda, and when the offers were too good to pass up he used
her, but decided against using her on a regular basis.  She was to be kept for
cooking and cleaning as well as for his and his three son's private amusement.

A deal was struck.  Sara agreed to work the back room and take on all comers. 
She would split the take from her efforts 50-50 with Red.  Of course Red and his
boys got unlimited free samples.  In addition, she and the kids could stay with
Red and Linda until Sara could afford a place of her own.  That being settled, Red
and boys did a number on her all through the night.

As she drove home to Rockford that morning exhausted and sore as hell, Sara
realized that her immediate problem now was with the kids.  After spending the
weekend at her sister's and being brutalized, she didn't want her kids exposed to
the sexual excesses that were the norm for that household.  BDSM was something
she didn't particularly enjoy and she certainly didn't want her kids to be any part
of it.  

Zach was eighteen and about to graduate from high school in a few weeks.  He
was a handsome young man, with a solid build.  He had joined the Marines and
was scheduled to begin boot camp in the middle of June.  Maybe he could stay
with a friend until he shipped out.    

She had an idea for Traci and was thankful that Traci had a special relationship
with the Johnsons.  No way was she going to Huntington.  She felt certain that she
would be welcome at the Johnson home, and she would be safe from abuse there.  

Tommy was the problem.  He was only a year older than Traci at ten and a
sophomore.  He had an out going personality that won him friends almost
instantly.  Where would he go, if only temporarily?    She decided that he'd be
better off in a foster home than at the Fromly's.  Maybe once she got established
she could bring him to Huntington, but not before.

Brad sat dressed in his swim trunks and a muscle shirt as he listened to Sara's
meandering tale of woe.  She left out the salacious details.  He reflected that she
wasn't bad looking, but wore a little too much makeup and her dirty blonde hair
was a bit wild and unruly. Sure she had a few wrinkles, but her body was trim, not
at all slovenly like the matronly mothers of Kim's other friends, but he felt that
she was a little too old to be running around in a cut off t-shirt showing off her
pierced belly button.  She wasn't wearing a bra that was for certain, as the dark
outline of her aureoles and nipples were plainly visible.  Brad idly wondered if
she wore any panties under the too tight short-shorts. 'Definitely a cheap slut', he
mused.   

He glanced past her and noticed an open box of condoms on a table in plain view.
'Shit!'  He nonchalantly got up, walked to the table so that he blocked her view
and slipped the box of ribbed rubbers into a drawer.  Returning, he sat on the
opposite side of Sara from where he was before, so that he could scan the other
side of the room.  She continued bemoaning her lot in life.

He then noticed a faint bruising around her wrists and upper arms as well several
faint linear discolorations on her legs, and an obvious contusion on her inner
thigh.  'So she likes it rough,' he thought.  As she talked, he couldn't help but
observe that she was one of those women who always seemed to make bad
choices.  He listened patiently, but with growing agitation as she never seemed to
get to the point, but when she did, he was genuinely distressed.  

"You're moving to Huntington this week?"

"I have no choice.  I've already rented out my house.  I just need to pack up a few
things and be gone."  She changed the subject yet again, "I know I've said this
before, but you have a very beautiful home, so big and so spacious."  

A few minutes later she finally stopped beating around the bush and asked if
Traci could live with them.  He had to struggle to maintain his composure as the
prospect of losing his new little fuck gave way to the unbelievable opportunity of
having her mother make the young slut available to him 24-7.  

Brad cleared his throat.  "Well Sara, you know that Traci can stay here," he said
evenly concealing his glee.  "She's a delightful girl and she won't be a problem at
all.  She and Kim are practically like sisters."  He paused wondering what to say
next.  He knew he couldn't seem overeager.  After a pregnant pause he added,
"The only problem I see is one of legal custody."

"Oh!  I don't want to give her up for adoption."

"That's not what I was thinking.  I am a widower, a single man, 37 years old, and
having a ten year old girl just move in my house may invite malicious gossip
and maybe even some legal problems.  If she were to stay here for the next few
years, I should be made her legal guardian. That way there would be no question
as to why she is living here, not to mention I would be able take care of any
medical questions, car insurance and all the other things requiring parental
consent and/or parental responsibility in your absence."

"Oh yeah, I see your point."

"If it would be of help, I'll have my attorney draw up the papers."

"Yes, that would be helpful, Brad.  You're so smart, I wish I could find a man like
you."

'Yeah, a man with lots of money,' he thought, 'but you're not my type, slut.'  He
stifled a smirked as he mused, 'Your slut daughter is more to my liking.'  He
leaned forward to close the deal.  "Well, I'll talk to Harry DuBois tomorrow and
set up an appointment for you to go over to his office and give him the pertinent
details."

"Oh thank you Brad.  You and Teresa have always been so kind to Traci.  If it
weren't for you, I don't know what kind of life she might have. Truth is, in
Huntington, I don't know if I would be able to protect her.  There is one other
problem, and I hate to ask or impose upon your generosity."

Brad warily asked, "What's the problem?"

"I need to get to Huntington as soon as possible, and school won't be out for
another few weeks. There is no way that I can pull my boys out of school at this
point in the school year.  Zach graduates in three weeks, then he's going into the
Marines.  Tommy, well he's struggling enough as is.  Is there any way the boys
could stay with you until school is out?  Once school is over, I should be settled in
and Tommy can move to Huntington with me.  I know this is a big imposition,
but..."

Three or four weeks?  Brad immediately threw in the towel not wanting to give
her any reason to hang around Rockford any longer than necessary.  Even though
Teresa always felt empathetic towards her, he always felt she was an unfit mother
and was always uncomfortable allowing Kim to spend much time at her home. 
To be rid of her and not the daughter, now that was a terrific situation and wasn't
something to jeopardize.  "I understand the problem and I'll make room for them
too, but only for a few weeks."

"Oh Brad you're such a sweetheart!"  She twisted slightly in her chair and stuck
out her tits slightly.  "How can I thank you?"  

"No thanks are necessary Sara." 'I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole lady,
you probably have the crabs.' "I know you have lots to do Sara, so if you want,
Traci can stay here tonight.  I'll bring her home after school tomorrow to get her
things."

"Oh, that would be fine with me. I have lots of packing to do tonight and
tomorrow.  If I'm lucky, maybe I'll get back to Huntington Wednesday and start
my new job."

"Well I'm not sure how long the lawyer will take getting the papers drawn up."

"If we have to, we can handle the papers through the mail.  You don't think that
would be a problem do you?"

"No, that shouldn't be a big problem, just remember that when you do sign, you
have to do it in presence of a notary public."  Suddenly Brad felt magnanimous
towards the hard-luck woman.  "How about if I throw some steaks on the grill. 
Won't take but thirty minutes and dinner will be ready.  How about joining us
tonight?"

It had been some time since she had a steak dinner and she wasn't shy about
accepting his offer.  Brad went to the kitchen and pulled four thick t-bones from
the freezer and brought them out to light the gas grill.  On the patio he nearly
stepped on several loose condoms, still in their wrappers.  "Damned kids," he
muttered as he scooped them up and stuck them in his pocket. He wondered how
many other rubbers were carelessly strewn about, and he regretted asking her to
hang around where she might find something.

Outside, he found Sara out by the pool talking to the girls.  He lit the grill and
joined them.  To his dismay, Kim and Traci weren't much more modestly dressed
than before.  They still wore only the skimpy string bikini tops, but they did have
on legless cutoff shorts.  As he approached them he noticed that the girls had left
their shorts unbuttoned and unzipped, exposing bare skin down to their shaved
pubic mound.  

"Uh, Kim," he started trying not to stare at the girls' crotches, "Traci's mom is
joining us for dinner.  I'm putting on steaks as soon as the grill gets hot.  Go put
four potatoes in the microwave, fix a salad and set the table."  He turned to Sara,
"Would you like a beer or something?"

"Sure darling, I'd love a beer."

"Traci, go help Kim, but be a dear and first bring us two beers from the fridge."

"Sure DaDee," she beamed and strutted off with Kim.  The legless shorts were so
short, that their lower ass cheeks were clearly exposed.  Try as he might, Brad
couldn't help but stare at the display.

"Lovely girls, aren't they?" asked Sara not missing his stare.

"Yes, very lovely," agreed Brad somewhat piqued at himself for being caught
ogling the girls like the dirty old man he was.  "Well did you tell Traci?"

"No, I didn't have the heart.  I feel like I'm abandoning her."  

Brad grew apprehensive that she was having second thoughts.  'Shit! I blew it!'
There was an awkward silence until Traci returned with two cold brews.  Now
Brad couldn't help but stare at her tits jiggling as she walked, seemingly ready to
explode from the too small top.  

"Here Mama, DaDee."  Traci smiled as she handed him the beer.  Brad sensed
that her mother could feel the sexual energy crackling between them.  Traci
turned and walked away.  Try as be might, Brad couldn't help but stare again.  He
struggled to contain the hardon growing in his trunks.  He silently cursed himself
and hoped no one would notice as the baggy swim trunks tented out

"Traci honey," said her mother, "did you know that your butt is hanging out of
those shorts?"

Traci rolled her eyes and exclaimed, "Oh Mama, don't be so old fashioned.  I
think they're cute!"

"They are cute honey, but your butt is hanging out."  Traci continued on to the
kitchen to help Kim. 

Brad excused himself and set about the task of cooking the steaks, glad for a
reprieve and the opportunity to let his dick deflate.  Sara followed him over to the
grill, amused at his attempt to conceal his embarrassment. "I like mine medium, if
you don't mind," she purred.  

"Oh, of course.  I forgot to ask.  I assumed...I know how Kim and Traci like their
meat."  Brad cringed at the double innuendo and quickly added, "this makes it
much easier, four medium steaks."  

Sara inhaled the aroma of the grilling meat as it wafted into air.  This was an
unexpected treat.  Her sister wasn't much of a cook and Red wasn't picky about
what he ate, so the meals of the past few days weren't anything memorable.  

"Hmmmmmm, smells so good."  Sara started rambling on about not having a
good meal, much less a good steak in a long time.  Brad concentrated on not
burning dinner.

They were halfway through dinner when Sara finally broached the subject with
Traci.  "Traci, I have to move out town or I'm going to lose the house.  I've asked
Mr. Johnson if you could stay with Kim for a while and he has agreed."  Traci
looked at Kim and both girls smiled with excitement.

"I'm staying here?"

"Yes, dear.  I'm going to be living with your Aunt Linda and Uncle Red for a
while until I find a place of my own.  There's really no room and besides the
schools are much better here than in Huntington."

"I get to live here with Kim and DaDee?"

"Yes dear.  I'm going to miss you darling.  I do hope you don't think I'm..." 

The shrieks of happiness from the two excited girls dispelled any notion that
Traci was unhappy with the arrangement.  

Traci didn't want any thing to do with Uncle Red.  Just the thought of him made
her cringe, even though it had been nearly six years since she saw him last. She
remembered the terror she felt as a girl of nine when he grabbed her, kissed her
and felt up her pussy through her panties.  She remembered him laughing as she
ran from her own bedroom to the protection of Aunt Linda as her own mother
was still at work.  She remembered him leering at her all night, Aunt Linda telling
him to leave her alone, and the smack to the face Aunt Linda got for protecting
her.  They left the next day and Traci hadn't seen him since; Sara saw to that.
 
"What about Zach and Tommy?"

"Mr. Johnson has been kind enough to offer to let the boys stay here too for a few
weeks until Zach goes off to basic training.  After that Tommy will be joining
me."   Kim grinned knowingly.  The prospect of two additional stiff rods
available to them delighted her.  She liked balling Traci's brothers.

"Tommy doesn't like Uncle Red either," stated Traci.  "He said Uncle Red and his
boys..."

"That's enough Traci.  Tommy won't be moving to Huntington until I find a place
of my own."

"Why can't he just stay here?" asked Kim.

"No, that's too much an imposition on your dad."

Traci flatly stated, "I love you Mama, but don't expect me to come visit you if
Uncle Red is anywhere around.  He scares me."

"Don't worry dear, I won't let him anywhere near you.  Now I want you to obey
Mr. Johnson and do just as he says.  What he says goes, no arguments. If you don't
obey him, you might wear out your welcome to stay here."

Traci cut her eyes to Brad and said, "Don't worry Mama, I'll do whatever he says."

'That's right you little slut,' thought Brad darkly.  'You'll drop'em when I say
drop'em and spread'em wide.'

After they were finished eating and the girls were cleaning up, Brad was ready for
a walk to settle the heavy meal. He asked Sara, "You have time to take a little
walk around the property?"

"Sure, I have time.  I'm so grateful to you Brad.  You don't know what a relief it is
to know that my kids will be well cared for."

"Don't mention it, I assure you that is my pleasure."

They walked down to the work shed and passed the wreaked Mercedes and van. 
Sara surveyed the damage.  Brad told her, "I was giving the girls a driving lesson
and well...I'll have the Mercedes towed tomorrow to a body shop, but the van, I'm
just going to have to replace it." Sara didn't ask who was driving and Brad didn't
offer the information.  They walked down to the pier and the newly reconstructed
boatlift.  

"You have three boats?"

"Yes, a ski boat, the sail boat, and my favorite, the bass boat.  I love to fish early
in the morning.  I also have a pair of jet skis.  I guess it's about time to take them
out of storage and put the in the water. The kids love the ski boat and jet skis. I
really haven't been sailing since before Teresa was killed, but kids enjoy it.  The
bass boat is new, my old one disappeared during that big hail storm."

"My boys are just going to love it here."

Thinking of that storm, he realized he hadn't checked the mooring on the sailboat
since the kids took it out last.  Without explanation, he pulled off his muscle shirt
and dove into the water, swimming vigorously in the cool water to the floating
pier in the middle of the cove where the sailboat was moored.  Checking the
lines, he was pleased that it was done right, then he swam back to the pier where
Sara stood watching.

"Water's still a little cool," he exclaimed as he climbed the ladder from the water,
goose bumps rising on his wet skin.  "I had to check the lines.  During the storm,
the boat wasn't properly tied and it floated off.  Took days to find it.  But it's just
fine."

Sara liked what she saw in the muscle shirt, but without the shirt she was sorely
tempted to run her fingers through the sparse body hair that completely covered
his muscular torso and play with his erect man-nipples.

They followed the shoreline trail around the north cove,  Brad pointing out all the
wildflowers that were in bloom. 



"This is all your property?"

"Yes it is."

"All this lakefront property must be worth a fortune.  You ever plan on selling any
of it?"

"No, I'm not selling.  I like looking out on to the lake and seeing trees rather than
someone else's house. I like the privacy."

They were standing where Ed's floating dock used to be.  Sara looked back across
the cove towards the house.  She felt Brad standing close behind her.  Suddenly
his hands ran under her cut off t-shirt and stroked the bare flesh of her breasts. 
She softly moaned and leaned back into him, enjoying the feel of his strong hands
tenderly exploring her big tits.

'Yeah, she's a slut," thought Brad as he freely tweaked an erect nipple.  He smiled
as he remembered the condoms in his pocket.  He certainly wasn't planning on
this, but like his lawyer Harry DuBois once said, "Never turn down a willing
slut."   

He felt confident that he could fuck her right then and there, but it really was a
little too much in the open.  After about two minutes of feeling her up, a
fisherman approached as if to prove his point, trolling and slowly working the
shoreline for bass.  He dropped his hands from under her shirt and said, "Come
on, let me show you the rest of the place."

Sara followed him around the north cove to the main peninsula.  Her pussy
twitched as she studied the rippling muscles of his V-shaped back as he walked. 
Though she was something of a professional, she yearned for him to take her in
the woods. They cut across the neck of the peninsula near the front gate.  Sara
saw the ground littered in fading pink from the bloomed out azaleas and thought
how beautiful they must have been just a few weeks ago when in full bloom. 
They walked down the hill and crossed a small footbridge near the head of the
south cove.  Next thing she knew, they were in a small clearing, completely out of
view of everything and everyone.

Brad stopped and turned.  Without saying a word he unbuttoned and unzipped her
shorts and pulled them down.  'Yep, I was right,' he thought, 'no panties.'  Next he
pulled her shirt over her head and except for her sandals she was completely
nude.  As he dropped his swim trunks he studied her body.  'Not bad, not bad at
all.'  Then he noticed the numerous bruises on her freckled tits.  He tenderly
touched a bruise and asked her, "Do you like it rough?"

"No, I really don't, I...Please go easy, I'm a little sore."  

Brad pushed her to her knees and rubbed his soft cock in her face.  Sara kissed
and suckled his dick until it had grown to its full extent.  Her wide lips stretched
over his massive glans and she worked him deeper and deeper until she had him
deep throated. He held her by the hair and began fucking her mouth as she
expertly maintained suction while rubbing her tongue against his cock tube. Wet
smacking noises filled the air.

After ten minutes of face fucking, Brad pulled his thick 9-inch penis from her
throat.  He retrieved a condom from his swimsuit and rolled it over his throbbing
cock.  Sara lay back in the leaf litter, her knees bent and her legs spread,
twiddling her twat as she watched him sheath his manly organ, hoping and
praying that this man would give her the orgasm she so desperately craved and
not just fuck her for his own quick pleasure. 

Brad knelt between her legs and lifted her thighs, pushing her knees forward
against her chest.  Her pussy was gaped open, revealing grossly distended inner
lips, hanging like slabs of raw meat.   Sitting upright and scooting up to her crotch
on his knees, he nestled into her abused crotch until the head of his cock rested on
her stomach.  He rotated his hips back and directed the tip of his dick to her
pussy, where he slithered the head up and down her sopping wet slit, teasing her
for a minute, before nestling the head in the maw of her vagina.  

Pressed forward, his latex shrouded cock glided effortlessly into her well-used
cunt hole.  Once buried deep, he paused and began massaging her now swollen
clit with his thumb.  Sara closed her eyes and drifted off in a sea of sensual
pleasure as he fucked her, slowly at first, but with more intensity as time drifted
by.  She felt a glow begin somewhere in the area of her hotly pulsating vagina as
a wave of pure pleasure rose within her, relentlessly building to that penultimate
pleasure she so desperately craved.  As the climatic wave broke over her, her
loose cunt muscles tried to clamp down on his wonderful thrusting shaft, but they
were not up to the task after the fisting she'd received late last night.

Brad couldn't believe how sloppy her pussy was. Even to his big dick she felt
very, very loose and as the climax swept over her, he could hardly feel her
stretched muscles trying to contact.  Still the climax was real and she bucked
about as she cried out lustily, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh fffffuuuuucccckkkkkk
baaaaaaabbbbbbbbbyyyyyyyy, yessssssssss, yessssssssss, oh god
yyyyeeeessssssssss!"

Once he was certain her orgasm had passed, he pulled out.  He rolled her over,
admonishing her, "On your hands and knees slut!  I'm going to fuck your ass!" 

Whimpering pathetically, Sara got up on all fours. Spreading her ass checks, Brad
saw the fresh, black bruises from the cruel fingers that had pried her ass wide as a
whole hand was shoved up her butt. 

"Jesus!" 

He'd never seen anything quite like it, howerver his concerns for her receded as
he pushed into her.  There was no real resistance.  He had expected her butt to be
a lot tighter than her pussy, but it was just as loose.  He had expected her to thrust
her hips back into him, but she didn't.  He sawed away at her ass for a few
minutes before tiring of her.  'Why am I wasting my time with this whore, when
I've got two tight snatches waiting for me tonight?'  

He pulled out and was amazed that her sphincter didn't seem to close at all, but
stayed gaping wide open.  'Wide enough to drive a truck through it.'  Keeping her
cheeks gently pried open, he watched to see how long it would take before she
closed up. 

He heard the sound of a stick cracking behind him.  Brad turned and saw two
boys gawking at the lewd scene they were just witness to.   Brad recognized the
two as he had seen them using this spot several times last year.  

"Oh sorry Mister," apologized the black haired boy.  He started to take his blow
buddy back down the path to their boat but Brad waved them to come closer.  The
two boys approached cautiously.  Their wide-eyed expressions revealed their awe,
as they had never before seen two adults naked, much less two adults fucking. 
They got close enough that they could clearly see into her red raw rectum through
her huge hole.  

"Jezum!" whispered the blond boy.  

"Boys, that's a worn out asshole if ever I saw one."  Brad released her ass cheeks
and pushed her over.  She ungracefully sprawled out, giving the boys their first
view of tits in the flesh.  She didn't try to cover herself; she just let the boys gawk
at her nudity.  

"Sara," he said, "you're the loosest fuck I've ever encountered.  Here!"  He tossed
her shirt and shorts.  "Get dressed, I've got other things to do tonight."  The words
stung.  

The boys stared in wonderment at the size of Brad's dick as he pulled the tightly
stretched and filthy condom from his semi-flaccid prick before pulling on his
swim trunks.

'It's not my fault,' she wanted to say, but she knew that ultimately she was to
blame for letting Red and his three boys abuse her so much.  Tears formed at the
corner of her eyes and rolled down her cheek.    

Brad couldn't stand to see a woman cry, particularly over words he had said.  He
gently wiped a tear from her cheek and apologized, "I'm sorry Sara, I shouldn't
have said that."

She sniffed, "That's okay.  I'd better go."

"Wait, wait a minute.  I have a favor to ask."

"Anything you want Brad."

"Fuck these two little cocksuckers.  Maybe a little pussy will encourage a healthy
interest in girls." Before she could reply, Brad was pulling her t-shirt off again.
"Hey, I'll pay you."  

Turned to the boys, Brad asked, "You guys want a little pussy?  Sara here will
fuck both of you.  Come on darling, drop those shorts and show the boys what a
real woman's pussy looks like."  

He dug in his pocket and pulled out the remaining two condoms.  

"These rubbers are for the safety of everyone involved," he told the two boys.
"After she sucks your dick until its hard, put a rubber on before you fuck her.  Go
ahead and open them up.  When you put it on, just unroll it down your shaft. 
Here, tell you what, I'll hold them for you until you're ready.  Come on boys, get
naked, the meter's running and the lady is waiting for you."

The two boys quickly stripped down.  Brad was pleased to see that they both had
firm hardons from the expectation of fucking a girl, even a girl old enough to be
their mother.   Sara sat naked on her haunches as the black haired boy tentatively
approached her.  She reached out and grabbed him by the hips and pulled him
towards her waiting mouth.  She voraciously sucked him like the whore she was,
and within a minute he was crying, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" as he tried to pull
out before cumming in her mouth.  She held him close and finished him off.  

Brad was amused at the worried look in the boy's face.  "Don't worry kid.  She
likes sperm.  I'll bet in ten minutes she'll have you up again and ready to fuck."  

Brad looked at the blond boy. "Come on kid and get your rocks off by a
professional."  The blond boy boldly stepped forward.  She licked at his balls
first, then she sucked just his dickhead for a few moments before swallowing him
whole, swirling her tongue around his young cock.  He lasted a little longer than
his friend and didn't even consider pulling out before she had drained his nuts.

"Okay Blackie, it's your turn again," directed Brad  "This time she's just going to
suck you until she gets you hard again.  Then you can fuck her pussy."  

The black haired boy stepped forward.  This time she started with his balls and
licked him back to his asshole.  As she flicked her tongue across his virgin hole
he gasped, "Goddamn, goddamn!"  By the time she worked her way back to his
dick he was semi-erect.  She nibbled up the length of his cock tube to the little
fold of skin just under the rim of his cock crown.  Blood rushed into his cock
swelling it thicker.  She took his cock crown in her mouth and teased it with her
tongue until he was hard as a rock. 

She pulled off and lay down before him, lewdly spreading her legs with her knees
slightly bent.  "Fuck me," she hissed sultrily, "I want you to fuck me!"  

Brad handed the kid a condom and with shaking hands Blackie fumbled around. 
Brad was beginning to think that he would have to put it on for him, when the kid
figured it out and rolled it on his stiff rod. He took up the missionary position and
she guided his virgin dick to her wanton fuck tunnel.  A tunnel it was, but the kid
didn't know any better and didn't mind at all as he rattled around in her warm
enveloping flesh, doing the age-old in and out with a whore thrice his age.  He
lasted some ten minutes before shot his wad into the reservoir tip of the latex.  He
rolled off onto the ground, exhausted from his efforts.

Sara sat back up on her haunches and with a mischievous look, signaled the blond
boy with her index finger to come to her.  Mesmerized by the sight of her
nakedness, he slowly approached, feasting his eyes on her tits. Before she could
reach out and grab him, he went to knees and bent forward to suckle a tit.  Then
as Brad had instructed him while his friend fucked her, he kissed his way down
her stomach to top of her vulva. She lay back on the ground and spread her legs
for him.  Tentatively he stuck his tongue into her sex, tasting a woman for the
first time.   She had douched before leaving Huntington earlier and she had a
pleasant odor and taste.  It was a taste he instantly liked.  He buried his face
between her distended labia and feasted on the juices seeping from her stretched
cunt.  

After a few minutes of slobbering on her, Brad showed him her clit. "Lick it
around the base and along the sides.  This is what gives a woman her climax. 
Always be sure and pleasure her.  That way she'll be eager to fuck you again." 
The blond boy eagerly put to his task of bringing her an orgasm.   

As she approached the point of no return, she gazed up at Brad, and whispered,
"Thank you, thank you," before loudly bursting out with, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh gawd!"  He kept licking her super
sensitive clit until she pushed him away, panting, "That's enough, that's enough!" 

The blond boy looked up from her crotch, his entire face glistening with pussy
juice, seeking approval from his instructor.  "You did good boy.  Look at her.  She
loved it!  Now put on that rubber; she's ready to fuck."  

The boy was fully erect and didn't need any additional oral stimulation.  He
reached for his condom and rolled it on like a pro. "Go ahead, fuck her!" ordered
Brad.  He mounted her like his friend and she guided him to the honey hole of her
grateful snatch.

By the time Blondie rolled off of her it was getting late, and sun was rapidly
fading.  Brad lifted her from the ground and brushed off the leaf litter covering
her back and buttocks before she dressed.  Brad turned to the two worshiping
teens and said, "See you later guys.  You both did good, real good."

"Thanks Mister," said Blackie.

"Yeah, thanks.  And thank you lady," added Blondie.

"You're welcome boys," she said sweetly.  

As the two adults walked back towards the house, they heard the boys' outboard
motor start. Sara took Brad's hand and stopped him.  "Thank you for a wonderful
afternoon.  I wish more men were considerate like you. Rarely do I get the
pleasure of an orgasm when some john is fucking me.  Two in one afternoon,
that's a record."

"Glad you enjoyed it.  How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing Brad, I just wish you had enjoyed it more."  Her hand found his prong
still semi hard from the lurid acts he had gleefully watched.  She pulled down his
trunks and went down on him. She lovingly mouthed his cock head, savoring the
favor of his precum as her tongue danced across his oozing cock slit.  She wet her
finger and coated it with his own natural lubricant and while sucking him off,
wormed her finger up his butt.  

"Yeah baby," he hissed  "That's it!  Damn, you really suck cock good!  Suck it
slut!  Suck it!  Damn, I love a finger up my butt!  Yeah, slut, finger fuck me while
you suck my prick!  God damn that feels good!"  

The rubbing on his prostate and expert sucking soon took its toll and he felt his
balls beginning to churn as the tip of his dick tingled.  His lust-swollen dick
seemed to grow even larger just before he erupted in her mouth.  "Ahhh!  Ahhh! 
Ahhh!  Ahh! Ah!" he cried to each pulse of shooting sperm, until mere dribbles of
semen accompanied the final few pleasurable contractions.

She continued sucking him until he was completely limp, extracting every drop of
cum from his dick.  "Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured as she licked her lips
clean of any stray man juice.  "You taste very good, Mr. Johnson.  You know
that?"

"My wife thought so too," he replied.  "Thanks for a great blow job."

"Anytime, Brad, anytime."

After he pulled up his trunks she looked at him in the gloom of the faded day.  "I
saw what effect my daughter had on you on the patio.  Is she going to safe living
with you?"

Brad looked her in the eye and honestly replied, "Sara, I'll treat her like she was
my own daughter."

  
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