0 comments/ 63762 views/ 3 favorites Headlock By: margo_x_x “Try to always keep talking,” Tad said as he set his laptop up on the kitchen table. “To get the woman’s perspective for my story, I need for you to tell me everything you’re thinking and feeling every step of the way. Don’t hold anything back. I want every emotion, every sensation, every detail.” “Okay. Right now, I feel incredibly stupid for sticking my head through this hole,” I said, trying once again to pull my head out. The pads around my neck were soft, comfortable, and tied together with what looked like a shoelace, but they kept me from escaping as surely as an iron collar. “The one thing that would truly excite me right now, would be kicking you in the nuts!” “Hmm,” he said, typing a few words on his computer. “How about the helplessness? Do you find it erotic, not knowing who’s behind you or what they might do?” “I’d die if anyone saw me like this. If you want me to help you write an erotic story, why don’t you just ask me, like a normal person? Let me out of this thing, Tad, I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll help you when I’m done. I promise.” “Where’s your sense of adventure, Molly? Most girls would love to be in your predicament.” “You want a woman’s perspective? No woman in her right mind would be caught dead in this ‘predicament.’ It’s degrading, humiliating, uncomfortable, and I have to pee.” “Ah, degrading and humiliating, very good. Does that excite you? Does it make you hot?” “Tad!” Tad is my younger brother. We were pretty much like any other brother and sister until his eighteenth birthday. That’s when we became a whole lot closer. Mom eventually caught us, and for two years, our family was a tangle of searing emotions. Things finally sorted themselves out, and now we’re the closest family you’ll ever see. Dad and I are lovers, and we usually drown out the lovemaking of Tad and Mom when we’re doing it. “What are you thinking now, Molly?” “About our first time, and those first times with Mom,” I said, wistfully. “Yeah,” he said, coming over and kneeling down on one knee so he could kiss my cheek. “Those nights changed everything for all of us.” He affectionately patted my head, then went back to his computer. I guess I should tell you what this ‘predicament’ is all about. Tad got me to stick my head through a hole in a board he’d mounted over the breakfast nook. Don’t ask, this is embarrassing enough as it is. Anyway, as soon as he tied the pads together, I was trapped. I can’t reach my face, because the board is in the way, and I have to stay in this ridiculous, bent over position. “Duke!” I suddenly yelped. “Down boy. Damn it, Duke, STOP!” I was kicking and swatting at my German shepherd, but the stupid dog had his cold, wet nose right up under my skirt. If dogs have such a great sense of smell, why do they have to stick their noses right on your privates? The stupid dog was humping my leg by the time Tad stopped laughing long enough to drag him off and put him in the back yard. “Sorry about that,” Tad said, still laughing. He dry humped my backside on the way past. “How long are you going to keep me like this?” I asked. “Until you give me some good stuff,” he said. “How did it feel to be at the mercy of your own dog? Did you find it strangely arousing?” “Let me put it this way,” I said, firmly. “As soon as I get out of this, Duke is going to take a little trip to the vets. Do they buy dog penises at Korean restaurants?” “That’s kind of harsh,” Tad said, crossing his legs. “Tad, you know I love you dearly, but… Oh Jeeze!” “What! Tell me.” “Someone just touched my leg. It scared the shit out of me.” “Does it feel good?” “No! It feels creepy. Make him stop, Tad.” “He? How do you know it’s not a she?” “Because his hands feel like sandpaper. Ouch!” “What?” “She just pinched my ass. Hard!” “So you think it’s a girl, now. How does it feel to know another girl might be back there, touching you, looking at you, pinching your bottom if she feels like it?” “Taaaddd! She’s pulling my panties down.” “Are they down around your ankles? Does it feel sexy?” “No,” I grunted, as I pulled my panties back up. Instead of playing tug-o-war with my panties, she helped me pull them up by grabbing them front and back and jamming them into my cracks. She pulled them back and forth, forcing them deeper, and then bit my ass. “Ow! Make her stop, Tad.” “You have to tell me what you’re feeling, Molly. Otherwise, this is all wasted. How does it feel to have someone touching you back there? You don’t even know if it’s a man or a woman. You’re a woman, tell me how a woman feels in this predicament.” “She’s being mean. She’s hurting me.” “It must be a little exciting.” “No. It feels… Oh!” “What?” “Nothing.” “Tell me.” “She just kissed my heinie, that’s all. Hmmm.” “Molly!” “Hmmm?” “Come on, Molly. Tell me what you’re feeling.” “She’s got her arms around my legs. I can feel her breasts on the back of my legs, and she’s kissing my backside. She pulled my panties back down and she’s nuzzling my ass.” “I could tell that by just looking. Tell me how it feels, what it’s doing to you, what you’re imagining.” “Her lips are soft, hmm, she’s rubbing her face on my cheeks. I feel all tingly and nice. I’m arching my back so I can stick my butt out…, Oh!” “What?” “She licked me!” “So?” “Wait! Stop!” “Talk to me, Molly.” “She stuck her tongue in my poop.” “That really turned you on, huh?” “No. It startled the hell out of me. I think I wet myself.” “Not much, but it’s definitely pee,” a voice came from behind. “Damn it Julie, I said you had to keep quiet,” Tad said. “Julie? Julie Harding? Oh Tad, how could you? Is that you, Julie?” “No, I’m somebody else,” Julie giggled. “Julie hates me, Tad. How could you possibly do this to me?” “I thought you two liked each other. You always talk friendly,” Tad said. “We’re girls, stupid. We don’t punch each other when we don’t get along. Ouch!” Julie had just punched me in the butt. “I sure ain’t going to challenge you to a pissing contest,” Julie said. She started rubbing the wet part of my panties against my pussy. “Knock it off, Julie. You’ve had you fun, now stop it!” I was trying to fend her off. She’d rub my pussy, and by the time I pulled her hand away, her other hand was in there. Her hands and tongue were everywhere. I couldn’t get her off me. “Make her stop, Tad. Make her stop.” “You’re getting excited, aren’t you?” Tad said. “No,” I wailed. “Yes you are. I can see it. Keep going, Julie, little Molly is getting all hot and bothered.” The finger that kept flicking my clit wasn’t dry anymore; my own juice was making it slick. Her face was up between my legs, and I could feel her tongue inside me. “You’ve got to tell me, Molly. How does it feel? She’s turning you on, isn’t she? I can see it in your face. Tell me Molly. Tell me what you’re feeling.” “No. Stop. You’re hurting me. Uh. Ah. Julieeee. Please, don’t, stop, oh, oh, oh God, oh shit.” “Damn it, Molly. Don’t you dare come without telling me what you’re feeling.” “I’m on fire. I can’t stand this. Damn you Julie. Don’t stop. Harder, harder, that’s it, oh God.” She was trying to force her entire hand into my pussy, and I was doing everything I could to help her. Her mouth was clamped on my clit, and my muscles all twitched every time her tongue flicked it. She got her hand inside me and pumped it up and down as she ate me. Julie was making me come. I couldn’t stop it; I couldn’t even slow it down. I had always kept her one rung below me on the social ladder, and now I was helplessly jumping on her fist and twitching from her tongue. I screamed out the most humiliating orgasm of my entire life. “Was that good for you?” she said, coming around to where I could see her. She had a dirty, rotten smile on her face. “It was good for me,” she added, licking her lips. “Wow! That’s a hot outfit, Julie,” Tad said. “You like?” she said, turning around for him. They were the lowest slung hip huggers I’d ever seen. If they hadn’t been skin tight, they would have simply fallen down. They were definitely hot, and I wondered where she’d bought them. She came over and grabbed my head with both her hands, planted a hard kiss smack on my lips, and the smell of my own pussy filled my nose as another insult. “Like my tattoo?” she asked Tad, showing him her rump. “Nice,” he said, reaching out to touch it. She teasingly pulled just out of his reach and said, “Have you seen my tattoo, Molly?” “Yes, very nice,” I said as she backed up to me. “Oh, come on. You barely looked at it. Look closer,” she said as she kept backing up. The tattoo was of a colorful butterfly, and it was tattooed just above the crack of her ass. She backed up until her butt touched the wall under my face, then got up on her toes so my nose was resting in the top of her crack. “Isn’t it pretty?” she said. I said it was, but her ass muffled my voice. “Watch what happens when I flex my ass like this,” she said. “Isn’t that neat?” “That’s awesome,” Tad said. He had no idea what the fucking butterfly was doing, he just liked the way Julie was rubbing her ass in my face. “You like that, huh?” “Oh, yeah,” Tad said. “Want me to do a sexy dance for you?” “Would I ever,” Tad said. “Help me get the table closer, and see if you can find something on the radio.” “Would you mind letting me out of this thing first?” I said. “No, no, sweetie. You’re going to be part of my dance. This is going to be way cool,” she said as she leaned her belly on the top of my head. “This has gone mfgh…” I said. “Don’t be a spoilsport,” Julie said, as she held her hand over my mouth. She covered my face with her other hand, pulled the back of my head deep into her belly, and as I struggled to breath, said, “Are you going to behave?” I couldn’t move, but she could feel me trying to nod. “That’s a good girl,” she said, as she sat down cross-legged on the floor beneath me. She grinned up at me and said, “I don’t really hate you, Molly. Quite the opposite.” She squeezed herself as she said it. Her breasts bulged in her halter-top, and her nipples stuck out like two pinkie fingers. “Tad,” I whimpered, as she licked her lips and grinned up at me. Tad found a good station, and Julie bounced up and started gyrating. She was a hell of a dancer. I was amazed that those hip huggers didn’t fly off, the way she whipped her ass around. She hadn’t lied about my head being part of her dance either. Some part of her body was always in contact with it. Most of the time, it was her ass or crotch. She’d use the table when she couldn’t get high enough by just standing on her toes. The rest of the time, she’d run her fingers through my hair, hug my head as she rubbed her breasts on it, or pull my chin up so she could ripple her belly on my face. She danced with total abandon, and it was hard to imagine she had any bones in her body, the way she twisted and writhed. Sweat was glistening on her body, and when she did that rippling thing on my face with her belly, it left my face wet and salty. “That was great, Julie,” I said. “I mean it, I had no idea you were so good.” “You like it?” she said. Her voice came out in gasps, and I could tell by her smell that it wasn’t just exertion. Every time her crotch got near me, I could feel the heat and dampness. She was working herself into a sexual frenzy, and she wasn’t even pretending to look at Tad any more. “Oh yeah. You’re amazing. Do you think I could learn to do that?” “Hmmm,” she said, dropping down to her knees and playing with my face. “Would you do it, Molly?” she said. She was sticking her fingers in my mouth and rubbing them around the inside of my lips. “Wha…” I started to ask, but she slid most of her hand in my mouth as soon as I opened it. “You know what I want,” she said, stroking my cheek with one hand, and trying to force all of her other hand into my mouth. “You know what I need.” She wanted me to eat her, but I couldn’t agree or refuse with her hand in my mouth. What the hell was she doing? I had decided to bite her damn hand, when her wiggling fingers made me gag. That’s what she had been waiting for. She forced her entire hand into my mouth and made a fist. Julie has a very small hand, but inside my mouth, it felt gigantic. My jaw hurt, my eyes were watering, and my nose started to run. “Hmmm,” she said, tenderly brushing the hair out of my face. “There’s something so sexy about this.” She was pushing and pulling her fist, as if she was fist-fucking my mouth. There was almost no movement, but she kept doing it and getting more excited by the moment. “Ah, what are you doing?” Tad asked. He was clearly concerned, and I blessed him for it. “This is a girl/girl thing,” Julie said, showering kisses on my face as she kept her fist going. “We normally don’t let boys see this. You probably don’t appreciate how sexy this is, but you’re lucky to get to see it.” She put her arm around my head, pressed my head deep into her breast, and continued to fist-fuck my mouth. “Cool,” Tad said. I tried to scream out that he was a stupid ass-hole for believing her, and that he’d better get her the hell off me, but all that came out were a few bubbles around her wrist. The doorbell rang. “Come in,” Tad said absently. “Got a package for…” The strange voice went silent as I frantically pulled my skirt down over my naked butt. Julie took the opportunity of the diversion to pinch my nose shut. I was clawing franticly at the board as Tad said, “What is it?” “Ah, it’s, ah, I mean…” “Don’t think of him,” Julie whispered. “Just think about my pussy and how much you want to lick it.” She held my nose a little longer, letting her words sink in, and started licking my face after she let go. She twisted her fist back and forth, then resumed the in and out pressure. My jaw was aching, and my saliva dribbled down her arm. I can’t imagine what anybody could find erotic about sticking their fist in someone’s mouth, but it was exciting the hell out of Julie. She was rubbing her tits up and down the side of my face and was breathing like a freight train. She pulled her halter top up, then down over my head, and started pumping her fist harder as her nipple found its way into my ear. “Oh yes, oh yes,” she kept saying in a panting whisper. “I can’t see anything,” Tad complained. “We’re so close,” Julie panted, trying to dismiss him. Then, “Come over here. I’ll suck you while we finish.” “Ah, I’ll just wait, if you want,” a pleasant sounding voice came from the other side of the board. “That would be great, if you don’t mind,” Tad said to the accompaniment of his zipper going down. “Yeah, sure, no problem. Glad to.” I knew he was sincere when he said he didn’t mind waiting. I’m a very good judge of these things. Not only could I tell from the tone of his voice, but he had just lifted the back of my skirt. I kicked at him, but my foot just glanced off his very firm leg. I forgot what was going on behind me when Julie suddenly switched gears. She had tighten the headlock so much that her breast was mashed over the entire right side of my face, and she’d narrowed her fist so it was moving several inches with every one of her machinegun thrusts. “She knew that she was being observed by the unseen eyes of a stranger,” Tad intoned. “It was exciting and mysterious, but the kinky attention of her lesbian lover, and the knowledge that her brothers magnificent cock was in her lovers mouth, was all she could think about.” Julie uncurled her fingers, and I fought desperately not to gag. If I threw up, I’d choke to death on my own vomit. “With her lust filled face hidden beneath her lover’s…” he paused. “What do you call that tank-top looking thing you’ve got on?” “A tank-top,” Julie said. “Thanks,” he said. “Don’t stop.” Then he went on in his ‘writers’ voice, “Hidden from prying eyes by her lovers tank-top, Molly sucked her lover’s hand like a great phallus, as soft breasts caressed her face. Meanwhile, she could feel the hungry eyes of the stranger behind her.” Eyes, hell! Two incredibly large, frighteningly strong hands had just finished squeezing the bejesus out of my buns, and now he was moving up to my boobs. I’d have been shivering from that alone, if Julie’s fingers weren’t slowly forcing their way into my throat. “Sounds of her lust escape the shroud that covers her head,” Tad said as I gagged. “And it’s plain that she wants more of her lover in her mouth than just her hand.” Julie was pulling her hand back, and I whimpered in terror. I didn’t know if it would kill me, but I knew she was going to plunge her entire arm down my throat. “Oh, yeah! Oh, yes. I’m coming. Oh, hell, that’s great, you’re great. Oh yesssss!” Tad moaned. I was trying to slap the man’s hands away from my tits, without much luck. I finally got a hold on one of his fingers and tried to twist it. I had about as much success as Julie’s butterfly would have had. His powerful hands closed over my breasts, and he started tugging and twisting my nipples. He wasn’t gentle, but he didn’t hurt me either. If Julie’s hand hadn’t been poised to destroy me, I would have been enjoying it. “That was wonderful,” Tad said. “Go sit over there,” Julie said. “I think Molly is almost ready. Are you ready, Molly?” she said as she kissed the back of my head through her tank top. I clutched the man’s hands to my breasts and whimpered as Julie’s hand twisted back and forth in my mouth. I didn’t think her hold on my head could get any tighter, but it did. Her hand started sliding in, and the man pulled his hand off my breast to undo his fly. She had her hand pointed, and her fingers were well down my throat when the pain at the base of my jaw became unbearable. She let me suffer that way for only a moment, then pulled her hand completely out of my mouth. “I love your mouth, Molly,” she said. She had let go of my head completely, and was pulling the table up under my head. My whole head was wet and cold from her sweat, and my jaw muscles were so sore, I couldn’t close my mouth. I kept blowing, trying to dislodge the spit dangling from my lips. “Let me help you,” Julie said, wiping my mouth with her hand. Her hand was slick, and smelled like pussy. “Kiss me?” she said. She was lying on the table, and had scooted around so her face was right under mine. Behind me, the head of a very large cock was being rubbed up and down my slit. “Please kiss me,” Julie said. Her hands were on the back of my head, but she wasn’t pulling my head down to meet hers. I puckered my lips as best I could without closing my aching jaws, and her lips rushed up to meet mine with a shuddering sigh. Her tongue shot up into my mouth at the same instant that the man’s huge cock plowed into my pussy. I sucked on Julie’s tongue while my pussy sucked on the monster shaft inside me. It was quite a rush. “Oh Molly,” Julie gushed as her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. She could see I was getting aroused, but had no idea what a fabulous fuck I was getting from behind. He was running that monster in and out of me at a delightfully slow pace, while one hand tickled my clit and the other one massaged both breasts at once. “You want to eat me, don’t you?” she asked, scrambling up and wiggling her hip-huggers down. She mistook the pounding I was getting from behind for a nod, and eagerly squirmed her pussy up under my face. She was sopping wet, on a hair trigger, and I probably could have made her come with just the heavy breathing Mr. Wonderful was causing. I have no idea why I wanted to eat her, but I did. Headlock She tried to hold my head between her legs, but having them go straight up the board must have been uncomfortable. She wound up pulling her knees up all the way to her shoulders, then pushing them to the table with the back of her arms. She had to scooch closer to the wall, but my mouth rested firmly on her slit when she got it right. The man was starting to go faster, and if felt as if I was completely engulfed in a carnal cocoon. I wanted it to go on like that for a while, but Julie went off before I’d barely gotten started. Julie comes weird. I’ve done it with her since then, and she came the same way both times. She just shivers and groans. Her groans are like a person trying to pass a giant turd. I swear, I thought she was going to make a big fart when she was doing it. And the shivers were like those guys who can’t lift a weight and their muscles just shake. It was the weirdest thing I’d ever seen, but she seemed to enjoy it just as much as the craziness I do when I come. The man was a different story. If he’d slammed into me any harder, he would have driven me clear through that board. I was just about to come, when he took his hands off my clit and breasts, and grabbed my hips instead. My toes came off the ground on his next thrust, and any thoughts that I might not get off disappeared as his balls slapped my belly. This was going to be one of those deep orgasms; the kind that starts in your center, then rips off your skin when it explodes. I braced my arms against Tad’s board, and waited for the avalanche. “Holy shit!” came Tad’s voice from somewhere behind me. I opened my eyes, but couldn’t see anyone in the kitchen. Julie peeked her head around the corner just before I closed my eyes again, and I could tell she was a little unhappy. I didn’t care. It was starting, and it was going to be a doozy. Sometimes I get real strong when I’m having an orgasm. This was one of those times. I was able to get my fingers latched in the hole my head was through, and with my neck supported that way; I lifted my legs out straight. I let him support my hips with his hands, and did a wild frog kick as I screamed and bucked. I had some bruises where he was holding me, but they weren’t his fault. Julie came over and untied the pads, and the man caught me as I started to sag. “This is my sister, Molly,” Tad said as the man held me in his arms like a baby. “Hello, Molly,” he said in a deep musical voice. “Hi,” I said, snuggling into his arms. I couldn’t imagine why a guy this big wasn’t playing football, unless he’d just delivered a piano. “I guess I’d better go,” Julie said. “No, please stay,” I said. “It’s Tad’s turn in the hole, and I don’t think I can get him in there by myself.” Please vote. There’s nothing more disheartening than having a thousand people reading my stories, and only ten voting. It’s just one free, anonymous click for you, but it means an awful lot to me. Thanks. Headlong Everything seemed superficially normal, of course, as we went to pick up the kids, including not only Danielle and Stacey, but also Carl and Caitlyn, Amber's twins by David. We were all dressed up in our Sunday best again, acting as if the adults hadn't just engaged in an orgy and planned for another one when we had the next opportunity. The four little ones were quite eager for some junk food, but then so were us adults, albeit for somewhat different reasons. They were also excited about the arts and crafts projects that the Youth Club director and his team had taught them to do. "Miss Connors even taught us some ceramics. She said that we'd work on more of that next Sunday afternoon, if that's okay with you, Dad," Danielle informed me proudly, while Stacey showed Lisa the finger-painting work that she had done. "Such a Daddy's girl, but I love that about her ... and about Stacey. They're complete Daddy's girls. I don't mind at all. I just hope that my son, whenever he comes, is a Mama's boy," Lisa laughed a bit as she perused the menu. "With a mother like you, he'll have to be surgically detached from your apron strings," I teased her a bit while deciding on the Molly's Meat and Malt. This was a half-pound bacon cheeseburger with chop sauce, Pepper Jack cheese, onion rings, three strips of bacon, mushrooms, and sauerkraut on Texas Toast, served with yet more onion rings, a sour cream dip, a pickle, and a rather rich chocolate malt. Lisa chose the Glider Sliders, a collection of eight delightful sliders topped with Swiss cheese, grilled onions, and mustard, served with home fries and what seemed like a ton of ketchup, to be washed down with a raspberry milkshake. "Carl is a total Mama's boy for sure, aren't you, baby?" Amber interjected, at which point the firstborn of the twins blew his mother a very sweet and innocent kiss, making her cry a little. Once she was done with that, Amber selected the Blue Plate Cheese, a pastrami sandwich on sourdough with blue cheese, mustard, pickles, mushrooms, onions, and tomatoes. This came with waffle fries and ketchup, plus a root beer float. David opted for the Rowdy Reuben, a classic Reuben except served on pumpernickel bread instead of rye. He had home fries as well, but with some extra Russian dressing instead of ketchup. He chose a raspberry tea to wash that down. Missy and Michelle both went for hot dogs, but Missy grabbed the Polish Pride, which was two Polish sausages on two toasted buns, smothered with coleslaw, mustard, onions, relish, and sauerkraut. This came with nachos and cheese sauce instead of fries or onion rings. Michelle selected the Pizza Patron, which were two sweet Italian sausages, smothered in pizza sauce, peppers, olives, mushroom, onions, and mozzarella cheese, laid out open-faced on focaccia bread. This came with breadsticks and marinara sauce instead of the usual sides. "So, is Caitlyn a Daddy's girl?" I grinned, but got my answer when Caitlyn peppered David's face with kisses, to which he replied by hugging her tight. That was when I heard Danielle asking, "Why is Grandma holding Uncle Stewart's hand?" We all looked up and sure enough, none other than Mrs. Annabelle Tucker, Lisa's mother ... my own mother, was in Molly Malts, holding hands with Stewart Kimble, Amber's father. There was little doubt as to the meaning of this, naturally. Whether or not there was complete physical intimacy, Stewart and Annabelle were having an affair. It was she who first turned her head and realized that they had been caught, giving us a "deer in the headlights look," of course. Stewart followed suit and became visibly pale, obviously worried about the repercussions should anyone report this. They walked over to us, nervously, knowing that they were seen already and there was no point in trying to hide themselves now. Sitting at a table near our booth, Stewart kept wringing his hands, while Annabelle burst into tears and put her face in hers. Surprisingly, Amber made the first move, touching her father's hand and putting it to her lips. Then she cried a bit on his shoulder and held him tight before resuming her old seat. The children were all a bit confused by this, but we tried to make it clear that this was just some bad news that we found out and that it would hurt everyone, so they should try not to judge. We hugged them close for a bit and then I gave them game tokens so that the adults could speak freely. By now, Lisa, David, and Michelle also embraced their mother, who was still very crushed at being seen this way. "I know that this ... this is wrong. I know that. I'm sorry, honey. I wish that I were stronger. It's just that ... that I'm not in love with your mother anymore and I haven't been for a while now. It hurts me to say this, but I love her ... I'm just not in love with her anymore, and I want a divorce. That was what Annabelle and I have been discussing lately, including tonight. Annabelle, this is a horrible time and place to ask, but before I further upset folks, will you marry me? Will you leave Pastor Tucker for me?" Stewart proposed in front of us, risking our denunciation. "Yes ... I will. Sorry, Lisa, Michelle, and David. Very sorry. I just don't love your father the same way anymore. I love Stewart instead. We never meant for this to happen, but a few projects and we found ourselves really clicking together, and the next thing that we knew ... well, I might as well come out and say it ... I'm pregnant, and it's not your father's," Annabelle explained, wiping her eyes as she confessed her adultery with Amber's father. Now, Mrs. Tucker was almost fifty, old enough that we wondered if she had started menopause, but apparently that was not the case yet. She was 49, in fact, the same exact age as Stewart, who was some years older than Amber's mother, Debbie. If she was carrying Stewart's baby, then all hope of reconciliation was lost. Lance Tucker wasn't the forgiving man that he wanted me to be with his daughter, that was for sure. An orphan, he had come to prize marriage and family very much, a very traditional notion of both, in fact, and this was a knife to the heart for a man like him. He was the sort who might go nuclear, except that he was too much the gentleman to hurt a pregnant woman, even one who had cuckolded and thus humiliated him. He certainly wouldn't keep her as his wife, whatever she wanted. "I am truly sorry. Both of us are. But what now? We have to make the most of it, I fear. This is the end of our two marriages and we're not going to hurt each other on top of hurting our spouses," Stewart reasoned through his tears. "I know, Dad. I understand, and trust me, I grasp how people can be drawn to someone forbidden. I can forgive you. Not for the pain in Mom's heart. That only Mom can forgive. But for the act itself. If you knew the truth of my marriage to David, you'd know that not all families and marriages are normal or alike. I still love you guys, both of you, so let's all try to work this out, in spite of the pain. Now, let's all wipe our tears away, so the kids don't get any crazy ideas," Amber reassured her father. "Mom, it's gonna hurt Dad. I won't lie about that, but right now, you owe him the truth. I won't claim to be a saint or anything. I've hurt Dan plenty, recently in fact, but he has forgiven me, albeit on rather unorthodox terms. That makes me the best person to give it to you straight. I can comprehend what it must be for you, knowing yourself guilty of what you did. Now, best to wipe your eyes, too, and remember that, whatever you and Dad do, I still love both of you," Lisa convinced her mother while David and Michelle nodded. "Yeah, I've goofed up a bit, but Amber has been more than loving and forgiving, even accepting, with me. I just hope that Dad is as good to you as she has been to me, even if not in quite the same way," David spoke his piece as well. With that, the kids returned and the food arrived with it, served by one Molly Finnegan herself. Some of the patrons might have been shocked, but Molly was actually my aunt, and yes, Deanna's mother. It was no real shock to me when Aunt Molly hugged me very hard, too, reminding me of the hugs that I got from her whenever I "ran away from home" (which never lasted more than a good meal at Molly's home or shop, for which I paid by doing dishes or helping with the garden, that sort of thing). Aunt Molly had been a critical escape valve for a guy who was tired of his parents constantly at each other's throats. There was just a family thing for me. Aunt Molly was just a very sweet, mature woman, her natural Irish beauty lessened a little by too many cigarettes and too little sleep over the years, too much work for sure. That wasn't counting the times that she babysat me when I was young, virtually for free. It was kind of hard to think sexually of someone who had helped raise one in the past. "How's my favorite nephew?" Aunt Molly asked me with a kiss to my forehead for me and one on the cheek for each of my daughters. "Oh, I'm doing well. How about you, Aunt Molly?" I asked her, at which point her eyes moisten and she turned her head away to sob a bit. "What's wrong?" I asked as I hugged her again. "They ... found ... a spot on my lung. A very large one. It's cancerous. Stage IV. Terminal. Too late to save me. I can either live another four months without chemo or radiation, or another eight months with it, and I wouldn't call that living myself. So, no chemo or radiation for me. I'm going out like I wish, running my malt shop, but spending a lot more time with family. They told me to quit smoking, of course, but at this point, what's the purpose? I already killed myself for this damn habit. Might as well enjoy it. Cigarettes keep me sweet to people, trust me," Aunt Molly sighed as she gestured for us to eat. "Very sorry, Aunt Molly. That must be really hard on Deanna especially, not to mention Curtis," I alluded to her boyfriend, Curtis Howard, who had virtually been Deanna's stepfather over the years, though they had never married. "It's on the house, all of it, my sweet boy. Don't let my cancer ruin your appetites. You know that your money's no good here, Danny Boy. I love how you always could put the food away. At times, I joked that you had a hollow leg, because back then, you could never put on weight if you tried," Aunt Molly urged me, "And, yes, it's very tough on them." "Yeah, back then, I wasn't the poster child for robust health, to be sure. Always scrawny for one of my height and build. Too much bronchitis or pneumonia back then," I observed, "Now I pack on the pounds, of course." "Not too badly. Believe me. I see some folks who look like they ate their whole families," Aunt Molly chuckled with her somewhat raspy voice as she lit up a cigarette, "You know, I still don't see how Deanna never puts on the weight, but it's just nature or luck, I guess. Couldn't be her diet. That girl inhales my food. Anyway, got to run. More diners to feed. Let me know if you need something, Danny." "I will, Aunt Molly, and again, very sorry about, well, you know. Girls, give your great-aunt a hug and kiss," I told my daughters, which they did gladly. Back to the meal, of course, Stewart and Annabelle finally found their appetites and ordered something, though theirs wasn't gratis, of course. Stewart had the Ye Olde Fish and Chips Basket, which was the old English pub classic, of course, which he washed down with plenty of ginger ale. Amber's father always loved ginger ale for some reason. Annabelle stuck to a classic, or Molly's version of it, the White Cheese Grilled Deluxe, a double decker grilled cheese sandwich that used a combination of Swiss, Havarti, and Provolone cheeses, with Parmesan sprinkled all over the bread and what seemed a ton of real butter (Aunt Molly disliked using margarine in her recipes), plus two slices of tomato, and fried zucchini for the side. She drank a tall glass of Southern-style sweet tea with it, too. We didn't rush through our meals, of course. I hugged my mother, in spite of all of that. I even shook hands with Stewart, who had to be dreading the need to tell his wife, Amber's mother, my old schoolteacher, Debbie Kimble, about the whole thing. That was likely to be punishment enough for being human and falling in love with another man's wife ... and out of love with his own. My own parents had never quite fallen out of love, but their love was bitter, painful, and very stormy, to say the least. They had a long, but rocky marriage, before Dad went driving home one night from a bar and turned a corner straight into a big rig. Yeah, if there was a winner to that head-on collision, it was the Teamster, in that he was still alive. I didn't blame the guy, since Dad was the one who drove straight into him while three sheets to the wind. He was just a man trying to make a living and didn't have time to swerve. Yeah, toward the end, Dad had really taken to the sauce a bit more than in the past. Mom had been inconsolable, of course. Suddenly, the man who could do no right became the saint who could do no wrong. She never spoke ill of him again. I personally think that she blamed herself for his death somehow, but it was really no one's fault but his own. Mom made three or four suicide attempts, all the while developing a dangerous and soul-destroying pharmaceutical habit, between the Valium, Vicodin, and God knew what else. She lost her job and ended up living with Aunt Molly after the bank foreclosed, until four years ago, when they found her on her belly on the front porch, dead and cold from an overdose despite Aunt Molly's many attempts to get her help. The coroner ruled it an accidental overdose, and I wasn't about to argue with them, since Aunt Molly had taken over the insurance policy on her, keeping up the payments over the years. A suicide ruling would have made life much harder on the living, after all. "Thinking about your folks again?" Lisa asked me in a warm, if seductive voice tailor-made to lighten my mood, while Michelle and Missy sneaked in chances to caress my thighs, and Amber played footsie with me. "Yep. Okay, dessert anyone?" I asked the others, but Stewart and Annabelle had to scramble and make their confessions, which wouldn't be easy on either of them or their spouses. "Should I warn Mom?" Amber asked us. "No, dear. Give her a few more minutes of happiness before the hammer comes down," I advised her, to which David added, "Yeah, I agree. I don't want Dad to deal with this any sooner than he must." "Well, to home we go ... after dessert. We owe the kids an ice cream soda or root beer float, that's part of the experience. They'll only be kids for another decade or so, after all," I smiled, to Michelle reacted by whispering in my ear, "Another reason why I'm glad that I'm carrying your love child. I know that you'll be a great Dad." The rest of the evening was largely spent in the family room at my house, where Lisa, Michelle, Missy, me, Amber, David, and the kids all watched Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone together. It was good clean fun to a large extent for the moment, but no sooner than we all got to take turns using the head and refilling the popcorn and drinks, the phone rang. It was for Lisa, as it turned, and it was her father. "Daddy? What is it?" Lisa asked her, bracing herself for what she knew was coming, of course. "Oh, very sorry, Dad. Do you need anything? Wow ... I can only imagine how much that hurts. Yeah, I know, if Dan did that to me, I'd deserve it, but it will kill me. Ouch ... Mr. Kimble, huh? Amber's father. How must her mother feel, too? This has to be devastating to her, too. Oh, Daddy, I wish that there was something that I could tell you. You've always been there for me when I've had my heart broken. You always knew what to say to me ... but now, what do I tell you? What can I tell you that would make it feel any better? Very sorry that Mom hurt you like this, Daddy. Who's with you? Sarah? Mary Beth? That's good at least. Whenever you need me, if you do, you know that I'll be there for you, Daddy," Lisa assured her father while I stroked her hair and Michelle's. "Oh, okay, Daddy. Well, just call whenever you need me. Hugs and kisses. Very sorry, Dad. I love you, too. Good night and give our love to Sarah and Mary Beth, too," Lisa said as she hung up. We did our best to keep our attention on the next film, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, but the next phone call took a good while, though Amber and David took it into my den. When they returned, it was clear that the caller had long since hung up, and that the couple had been up to something else in my study. Amber was in a much better mood, and evidently, she had taken well to her husband's idea of "solace." I made a note to myself that sex tended to cheer her up, or at least when it was with someone whom she loved. It made sense, but I had learned that for some ladies, bad news had the opposite effect. "Yeah, it was Mom ... and she cried for a bit. David held me the whole time, and then when she hung up, I kissed him hard on the mouth. The rest was ... history," Amber whispered to me out of earshot of certain people in the family room. That was when Lisa excused herself and me for an "intermission of sorts," to take place in the shower, though we didn't stop the film, having seen it before. I knew full well what sort of "intermission" she had in mind, and sure enough, my wife got me naked and balls deep inside her the moment the water rinsed off the body wash. My mouth closed in on hers repeatedly as we kissed, both of us reveling in the knowledge that we had done quite a bit of wild, nasty sex for the day and it was time for some good, traditional marital intercourse. From the devious grin on Lisa's face, she was also thinking of the fact that David had more than a chance of knocking her up, just as I did. The thought of her breeding with both of us ... and of Amber doing the same, was just too deliciously taboo to ignore. It was the victory of Nature over social conventions limiting reproduction, after all. "Oh, God, I can't wait until I see you fuck Michelle again and maybe I'll get to suck your cock straight from her pussy! Not to mention Missy's ... or Deanna's ... and Amber's," Lisa reminded me as I continued to take her nice and hard in the shower. "You really get off on me doing that, don't you?" I grinned as we fucked some more, my hands gladly roaming her deliciously pale and plump booty. "Yeah, and the idea of you with Jenna ... or Mary ... or Amy ... or Sarah ... or Mary Beth," Lisa moaned as I took her rougher now, bent over at the waist in the shower, "Or David ... or Jonathan!" "You know, your father needs a new woman, sooner or later. He's not going to make it as a divorced guy. He likes being domesticated, couldn't hack the single or bachelor life. He's even a one-woman man, I think. Those do exist. I'm just not one of them myself," I thought as I continued to pleasure her, toying with her clit while I rammed her deeper from behind. "Would that turn you on, to play matchmaker for my father?" Lisa laughed, purring as I kept manipulating her. "Not per se, but it leads to the idea of fucking Amber's mom. I like that notion more and more. Even so, I'm not sure if she would be truly up to it, long-term. She might be as naturally monogamous as your Dad. However, there is one girl in that collection whose appeal to me is marginal at best. In theory, it sounds good, but she's such a prude about things like Angel's lesbianism and such. Amy. Sorry, but just not feeling the love there, if you get my drift," I observed while enjoying Lisa's body. "Are you thinking of setting my father up with Amy? Substituting Debbie for her? I don't know why, but that would be so fucking hot, baby! Amy isn't perfect, but her flaws are ones that Daddy won't mind. Better yet, you banging Debbie Kimble would sizzle like fajitas, honey. Just thinking of you plowing Amber AND her mother ... who wouldn't think that delightful? Not to mention that David would get a piece of his mother's ass at last, and you know that he's wanted that, too. Oh, fuck, honey, please set that up for us!" Lisa came while I covered her mouth and expended my own load into her sweet pussy. Headlong We dried off and got dressed in a rather good mood before returning to the movie, noting that the whole deal had only taken about twenty minutes, giving us plenty of time to watch the rest of the film. For a woman like Lisa, keeping a shower even that short could be tough, especially if she wasn't alone, because she loved shower sex. We all settled in again, properly dressed and all, to share some more popcorn and watch the magical tale of the nerdy young wizard and his friends at Hogwarts. The kids had been so wrapped in the movie that they barely noticed our absence, of course. When we got them more popcorn, however, my daughters kissed our faces while my niece and nephew hugged us hard. We were very popular right then, of course. By the time that the film was over, it was certainly bedtime for the young ones, but we recalled our earlier plan to have David and Amber move in that night. So far, having six adults on the job was a very useful thing, just in case, but mostly we enjoyed their company, along with Michelle's and Missy's, of course. There would likely be at least one chance during the night for a secret encounter for each of us, and we wanted to keep our options open. Once the four kids were safely asleep, Lisa huddled with David and Amber before turning to us. "Dan, honey, David and Amber want me to share the hideaway bed with them ... you know why, of course. You, Michelle, and Missy should get the marriage bed for the same reason, naturally. We'll try to be discreet. No loud noises or anything like that. Just a quiet little romp in the middle of the night or the wee hours of the morning. Nothing that would draw attention to the fact that I'm not in bed with you. I hope that you're up to pleasuring my sister and her girlfriend, of course, much as they crave from you. I imagine that you are, being a stud and all. I look forward to hearing all about it in the morning. I'm sure that I'll have a tale for you as well ... Master," Lisa said in a husky, clearly aroused voice, while David and Amber both winked at me. Judging from the way that Missy and Michelle both licked their lips and gestured with their fingers, I was indeed in high demand right then. "Master, You have no idea just what Missy and I have planned for the near future ... just know that it's all to better serve You," Michelle assured me as I took their hands and closed the master bedroom door ... closed, but not locked... I wouldn't want to rule anything out, after all.