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Molly

By: JustMe311



Let me start out by saying this happened after my daughter turned 18.

I have to say that this wasn’t my fault. At least it wasn’t all my fault. This all started when my wife left me and our 8 year old daughter, Molly, for some younger guy with more money. She said she needed someone to pay attention to her and her needs more, the selfish bitch. I guess my working and putting a roof over her head and food in the fridge wasn’t the right kind of attention. And god knows our 8 year old’s only purpose in life is to steal personal time from her. Bitch.

Anyway, I figured now I had to be mom and dad to Molly. I was going to do the best I could and someday she would see how good I had tried to do and she’d agree with me that her mother was a heartless, selfish whore. But I’m not bitter or anything, just realistic. 

I tried to be her mom and dad the only way I knew how, by being honest about everything. I talked to her like an adult, not tried to smooth everything over with make-believe. I wasn’t going to hand her a book at 14 and tell her to read about sex while I got red-faced and left the room like my parents did. Once I started to notice the signs, I sat her down and had a heart to heart with her. I knew what to look for. As soon as young girls start to giggle at the word “hump” or when the word “penis” pops up in conversations (“its a proper word isn’t it?”) I knew it was time. I didn’t want her to learn about stuff from some 60 year old hag at school, teaching Sex Ed out of a 60 year old textbook. Or worse yet, rumors from her friends or lies from boys. 

I also noticed things about her body that told me it was time. If I was noticing them, other guys were. For instance, one night I sat on the couch absently trying to read the newspaper while Molly laid on her stomach on the floor in front of me watching TV. She wore her long t-shirt she used to sleep in and her legs were bare. Having already taught her about shaving her legs, I admired them for a few minutes. Long and muscular she reminded me more of myself then her short, fat mother. She had a nice figure to, perfect little hourglass form. I admired her hips and the curve of her butt for a moment. Then she did something that had my attention riveted. She lifted her legs bending at the knee, so the soles of her bare feet pointed at me. I never was much of a foot man myself, I always liked a nice ass, but I couldn’t help staring and noticing how perfect her feet were. They were pink and well formed, not callused like her mother’s. When she curled her toes I had the urge to suck on those toes fresh from the shower. I had to tear my eyes away and try to concentrate on the paper. I don’t think she noticed, especially when she got up soon after and kissed me goodnight. I used the paper to help the bulge in my lap.

I felt bad for looking after that and I tried not to. I told myself it was wrong, but then there were times when I told myself it was human nature. I hadn’t had sex for quite a while, just jerking it to a porno or pics on the net, and so it was natural to have desires. I guess I was trying to make myself feel less guilty. I think it helped. All I knew was that as long as I looked and didn’t act on it, what was the harm?

Another time, after she turned 18, I came home from work to find Molly at the sink washing up the dishes. Again I couldn’t help notice her long bare legs in the shorts she was wearing, but this time it was also her long, naked arms and hands. As she finished, and I tried to cover my staring by making small talk, I noticed she had perfect little hands. Long, well formed and tapered fingers that ended in delicate and perfect lengthed nails. She didn’t wear any polish and frankly that's the way I liked it. Her mother never went a day without nail polish. Even when she took off one color to put on another her nails were stained yellow from constant polish.

This time I let my looking slip. She came to me sitting at the kitchen table, drying her hands.

“You have very pretty hands, Molly.” I said taking one in mine for a closer look.

She held them there and didn’t back away like I thought she might. “Thanks, daddy.” was all she said with a smile. “I think I’ll go over to Karen’s for a while. She invited me over now that they got their pool opened up. Is that ok?”

My heart skipped a beat. The chance to see her in a bathing suit? Hell yes it was okay!

“Sure honey, do you want a ride?” I managed to get out.

Molly was already headed for the stairs. “No, that's ok!” she called back as I watched her ass going up the stairs. She skipped every other stair and go to see those wonderful legs in action, the muscles working flawlessly. I heard her moving around in her room and sat there mentally yelling at myself. I had to quiet that little voice inside so I told myself yet again that she was a beautiful young woman and I was only a man. A man that hadn’t had any in a long time and therefore it was ok to look. While I fought with this inner conflict I heard Molly come downstairs. I tried to busy myself with the mail on the table to keep from ogling her. I lost out though. She didn’t help. 

“Thanks daddy!” she said rushing up to me. Her little boobs brushed my shoulder as she leaned in to kiss me. She wore a red, yellow and orange colored two piece bikini that reminded me of sherbet. I was horny and hungry at the same time. Around her waist was a big beach towel so couldn’t see her ass, but I found myself drawn to her almost completely bare back. Only the ties for her top went across it in the middle. Other than that I marveled at the perfect, pale complexion of her back. It was perfect, maybe a freckle or two, but I love freckles. I also realized she had the right skin tones for me. I preferred a woman with pale skin instead of those unhealthy or unnatural looking tans. A little color was ok, but for me pale was perfect. 

“Make sure you put lotion on if you are going to be out for a long time. I don’t want you getting burned,” I suddenly heard myself say. Where the hell did that come from?

Molly stopped in the doorway. “I will dad, Karen’s got all that stuff. Bye.”

“Ok,” I called after her. “Just remember, skin cancer runs in the family.” What? No it doesn’t! But I found myself not wanting her to get a tan. She was perfect the way she was and I wanted it to stay that way. I took some comfort in the fact that it was evening and getting later by the second. As long as I kept her from going over to Karen’s until later in the evening from now on....I stopped myself. I was plotting about my daughter! I stood up and went up stairs to change. I found myself lightheaded, almost dizzy, but strangely euphoric. I wobbled past Molly’s room trying to think about work. Then the little voice in my head pointed out that Molly would be gone for some time. I was free to go in and look around. Maybe I’d even find a pair of her panties. I found myself going back, almost as if I was watching someone else do it, or imagining it in my head. I pushed open her door with a giddy, foolish smile, almost creeping like I would be heard or caught. I walked in and ignored the teen band posters on the wall, her desk with school stuff on it, the few articles of clothes on the floor, and went straight for her closet where the clothes hamper was.

Right on top, as if left for me, was a pair of dark blue panties. Probably the ones she had just changed out of. I stood there looking at them, my mind no longer making sense, I was working on pure sexually lust. I have to say here that it had been quite a while since I had the attentions of a woman let alone had sex. I guess I had high standards, I wanted someone who would be a good mom and turn me on. Plus I’m not the underwear model my ex wanted me to be. I mean who left who? Plus work and taking care of things at home kinda left me short for a social life. Like any of that is a good excuse, but take it for what its worth. Anyway, I reached out and grabbed her panties. I could still feel her heat from them. I stood there holding them a second and almost fainting from the heady rush I got just from holding them. I’d like to say right here that Molly came in and found me and confessed a burning desire for me and we did it right there on her bed, but that's not what happened. This shit is true, not a fantasy of what I want to happen.

I held them around the waist band so they opened like she was still in them. Looking into the crotch, I could see a faint white spot that still showed the dampness how recently she had taken them off. I passed them in front of my face, getting a whiff of her sexual scent. Again I got a rush that threatened to make my knees buckle. I wadded them up and stuffed them into my pocket, heading out of the room. I was safe in the hall, even if she did suddenly show up. Yeah, like I could pull off that nothing was wrong with my heavy breathing, sweating and red face. “Sure, honey, daddy’s ok, he’s just having a heart attack.”

Anyway, I knew from the sexual buildup I was in, I needed to see her naked form. I had to see it. If I never got the chance to fuck her it was one thing, but I had to see her. 

I went to the bathroom, locked the door and dropped my pants. I sat on the toilet lid and laid her panties on my leg. I started jerking off while I daydreamed of her coming in and offering to take care of that for me. I daydreamed she walked in topless, her perfect young breasts exposed for me, the pale flesh of her breast, the light pink nipples begging for me to suck on her little tits. I can just imagine my perfect girl would have perfect breasts. She was about a B cup, and the color of her nipple I dreamed would be such a light pink you couldn’t tell where it stopped and the flesh of her breast started. 

She would walk over in front of me sultrily and stand in front of me, staring from my cock to my eyes. I’d use the surge of male sexual energy running through my veins to rip the tiny satin panties from her and grab her hips. With her facing me, I’d pull her down onto my naked lap and impale her on my cock.

My eyes flew open as the urge overtook me. I grabbed Molly’s panties and came into them shooting more and harder than I can ever remember. I stroke myself with her satin panties until I was back under control. I made sure to use the crotch area, where her tiny little pussy rested, to wipe the cum from my cock. I knew I had to have her, I just didn’t know how without ruining our relationship or landing in jail.

As I sat there in our bathroom, staring off into oblivion daydreaming about having sex with my daughter, I got an idea. Across from me was the large bathroom mirror and above my head over the toilet I saw the picture of some damn thing that we had hung there years ago, but what got me thinking was decorative scroll work around the edge. My closet was on the opposite side of the wall behind the toilet. Without boring you too much more, I’ll say I drilled a hole from my closet into the bathroom through the framework. You couldn’t see it if you were looking for it! I cleaned up the dust and moved the shit in my closet so I could see without making too much noise. Then I waited. 

I went downstairs trying to keep my hard on from giving my away and busied myself with TV, waiting for Molly to get home.

Just around 8pm I heard the slider open and shut. I heard her bare feet coming padding in through the kitchen to the living room and there she was. I made myself look down and start at her beautiful toes again and teased myself as my eyes roamed up my daughter’s body. Beautiful in her bikini with her long, dark wet hair combed back, smiling at me. She had the towel wrapped around her waist which probably kept me from grabbing her right there, but the pale flesh of her breasts was right in front of my face as she walked over and gave me a quick peck.

“Hi, daddy,”

I fought the urge to try and kiss her back. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, but I’m tired. I’m gonna grab a shower and go to bed.” She headed for the stairs.

Perfect! I knew she’d want a shower after swimming. “Ok, honey. Goodnight.” I could barely contain myself. My heart thumped in my ears, my adrenalin started making me twitch. I waited as long as I could and jumped up. Trying not to run and be quiet, I made it past the bathroom and into my bedroom. I didn’t dare turn on the light in case she could see it through the hole in the wall and tiptoed into my closet. I heard her start the water and knew that would help mask any more noise from me. 

As I stepped up to the hole, I could already see she had gotten rid of the towel. One cheek of her gorgeous white butt was hanging part of the way out of her bikini bottom while she was playing with her hair, holding it up in a ponytail with both hands and turning her head to see how it would look. Watching her tall thin form, with her long pale arms, and even her smooth armpits and naked back, I had to drop my pants. I was lightheaded from the rush. 

I was hard as a board, watching my daughter strip and just about came from the thought. She reached up under her hair and untied the strap of her bikini top. Since she was standing in front of the mirror, I could see her breasts the moment she freed them. Light nipples stood out from the rest of her tiny breast flesh, probably stiffened by the cold air from the AC. She spun the top around herself so she could untie the back strap and then she was uncovered for me to feast my eyes on. My hand was already at work on my dick watching her perfect, bare breasts. She itched under one as she turned to check the shower temp. I prayed she would turn back away from me so when she dropped her bikini bottoms I could see her bare ass. I’m an ass man, if you haven’t caught on, and I knew a nice ass when I saw it. 

She must have read my mind, because as she reached for them, she turned back toward the mirror. Everything seemed to go into slow motion for me. I saw her hook her fingers in the waistband and lean forward as she started to lower them. Gradually the start of her little butt crack came into view. The further down they got, the more Molly bent over. Her feet were already apart so when her bottoms got low enough I could see the dark indentation of her little pink anus. Once her bottoms were on the floor, I couldn’t help it and blew my load on the closet wall and floor. There was my beautiful naked daughter, displaying the perfect white globes of her butt and her tight virgin hole to me. As she stepped out of her bikini she turned and I could see her beautiful pussy. It made me see stars how hard I came. I’m so surprised she didn’t hear me grunting like a moose on the other side of the wall. Her pussy was so delicately perfect that I almost hate to use such a crude term as ‘pussy’ to describe it. Her outer lips were colored the same as the rest of her perfect pale complexion. I could see her inner folds were just starting to peek out and were a very light pink like her nipples. She had the start of a healthy patch of fuzz growing in a triangle just over her sex, tinged a light auburn.

She got in the shower and I continued to watch, thankful of the unfrosted-glass shower doors. She washed herself down, making sure to ‘pet the kitty’ a few times as she went, but watching her I realized my little girl didn’t think about sex. She didn’t use her time in the shower to masturbate or grope herself while she fantasized. She was still at that innocent age. Maybe not so innocent, but at least not thinking of having her dad worship her naked form. I watched her finish, enjoying seeing her private moments like when she dried off between her cheeks. She finished up, grabbed her robe and headed for her bedroom. I got undressed out of work clothes and into sweats and a t-shirt. I wanted to see how she acted around me afterward just to make sure she didn’t suspect. She didn’t and I was relieved. Molly went to bed soon after and I guess I was wore out from my escapades too. I went to bed soon after, but jerked off once more to the thought of all I had witnessed.

I’ve watched her a few times more, always careful not to let on. She hasn’t seemed to noticed. I enjoy it, and since there is no harm to her, there can’t be anything wrong. I’ve thought about putting a video camera up to the hole so I didn’t have to be in my bedroom every single time she uses the shower, but I haven’t yet. I keep thinking about the next step. Constantly looking for clues, seeing how she acts around me. I have urges to go further, urges I know would be intense and fulfilling, but could ruin our relationship and that's not worth it to me.

I don’t entirely know why I wrote this. It is all true, and I am sorry if you are disappointed that it didn’t end in sex with my daughter. Its not like I didn’t want it to! But I think I am looking for opinions. Tell me what you think I should do, give me advice, call me a sick bastard, whatever. I’ve called myself that enough times, and I know the world is a sick place. Frankly if you read this and want to call me names save your breath. But I would like to hear about other people’s experiences. Email me at the link below.

Molly



John Castle sat in the Airport waiting the arrival of Molly his 24 year old daughter. He had lucked out getting a parking place close to the terminal and consequently had a bit of a wait before her plane was due to land. It was almost 5 years since the terrible event that had changed their lives. Maureen so dear to both of them as Wife and Mother had been killed instantly when a drunk driver ran a Red light. John and "Mo", as Molly called her before she could say Mom, had gone to grade school and high school together. By the time they were sophomores, John had already started to feel that there would never be anyone else for him. He and Mo were totally open with each other, John remembered how excited Mo was to show him that her breast were starting to fill out. She loved for John to lavish them with attention and John was always eager to do so. Amazingly her boobs continued to grow until at the time of the wedding Mo had to have her dress altered for her 42DD melons.

John sat there daydreaming about some of the things Mo used to do. She liked dragging her long hair and huge tits across John to wake him up. This always got Johns day started with a smile. He loved how she would walk into the room while he was watching some sporting event and sit across from him. She would casually pull her one foot up onto the couch and make some noise to get John's attention. He would always look over to see that Mo had no panties on and was displaying her thick lush Auburn bush. She always seemed delighted when John would move from his comfortable chair to sit on the floor with his head between her legs. He would lean back and feel that silky field of hair on the back of his neck. This usually led to their favorite way to spend TV commercial time. John would turn and devour Mo's waiting pussy bringing her to a sudden orgasm... Their energy and sex drives seemed to be perfectly matched and it was very seldom that one was ready for something that the other didn't eagerly join in.

 But the tragedy had changed all that and left John and Molly to struggle to get on with their lives. Almost a year later, Molly had told her Dad she just couldn't stay in this house with everything reminding her of her Mother and best friend. She had moved to the Silicon valley in California and gotten a job with a computer firm. Other than a quick trip to see Molly's new surroundings, John had thrown himself into work and trying to forget about his loss. The insurance money had helped John grow his small construction company to the point that it was turning a consistent profit. John was known for his fairness with employees and his willingness to work right with them when necessary. John was very detail oriented and the job wasn't finished if it wasn't done to his satisfaction. The word of mouth advertising about the quality of his work provided a sizeable waiting list.

 Another resulting change was that John said "Goodbye" to the house he and Mo had lived in and bought a waterfront lot on a nearby lake. He was putting the finishing touches on the house at this time. It was a large two story with a wide front porch facing the lake. Above that was a screened in porch with access from the Master Bedroom. A four car garage and large workshop were attached to the back of the house. Above the garage was a small apartment that had a large bedroom and small kitchenette. It was attached to the house by a short hallway through some storage space.

"Dad" Molly called as she spotted John sitting there. 

John sprang to his feet as she got closer and was amazed how much he felt like he was looking at his departed wife. Molly's thick auburn hair was in a braid hanging down the middle of her back. 

"Daddy, I've missed you so much" Molly cried as she came into his arms. 

"I've missed you too darling, more than you'll ever know" John replied. He felt a tinge of guilt because he was noticing the imprint Molly's breasts were making on his chest. It was the same wonderful excitement he had experienced with Mo and now it was there with Molly. 

"My God you're gorgeous as ever" he said as they stepped back. 

"Oh you!" she said with a radiant smile. "I can't wait to see the new house, it sounds beautiful in your letters" Molly said as they drove in John's Suburban. 

"Well it has been something for me to work on and I hope that you know that it will always be there for you" John said. "If you built it, I'm sure it will be perfect" Molly replied as she leaned over and gave her Dad a kiss on the cheek. "What did I do to deserve that "John asked. 

"Oh nothing" said Molly " just always being the best man I've ever known and also being my Father" 

"You haven't exactly been a problem child Molly" and now you've grown into a very beautiful Woman" 

"You mean my Boobs are as big as Mo's were" Molly laughed as she looked at John. 

"Well I hadn't noticed that" John stuttered. 

"Come on Dad, Mo and I had you figured out a long time ago and shared every bit of info with each other" "No wonder I was always so happy, I had two busty broads after me!" John said 

"And you loved every minute of it Right?" Molly cracked "Absolutely" John replied. 

"Well Dad it's taken me quite awhile to come to grips with her loss but one thing that helped me was knowing how happy you made her, she told me that all the time" Molly said as she stared at her Dad "Come on honey, you'll have me crying" John said.

"No I won't, I'm home to have you smiling and I won't be happy till you are." Molly laughed

 "Dad your letters didn't do it justice, the setting here is fantastic and the house looks beautiful" Molly said as they walked hand in hand by the water. 

"I never realized how refreshing it is to wake up near the water" John said. "And I don't know which are more beautiful, the sunrises or sunsets" "You should be very proud" Molly said as she put her arms around John's neck and gave him a big hug. 

Again John felt the huge boobs pushing into him and did he detect a little movement as if Molly was trying to grind them deeper against him? "Well let's go inside" John said as he reluctantly broke the embrace. "You have to decide which bedroom you want and I need your decorating skills for a number of areas" John continued. 

After Molly gave her whole hearted approval to the first floor, including John's office that featured many pictures from the past, they headed up the steps. "Molly, you can have any of the bedrooms up here or if you want the privacy of the apartment over the garage that would be O.K too." John said as he followed her up the steps Molly whirled around and pulled her dad's face right into her large cleavage and said "Listen you, I didn't come back here for privacy, I came back to be as close to you as I can" 

"O.K, O.K." John moaned "I can't breath". 

"You love it" Molly giggled. 

"You're right as always" he gasped. No wonder she has always had me wrapped around her finger, John thought to himself.

The next few days John was busy at work and Molly was renewing old friendships. But Friday morning John left a note for Molly that she found when she got up. "How about dinner tonight"? "We'll take the pontoon, it's a very casual place on the lake" "Its payday, so by the time I get all the men paid and lay out some plans for next week it will probably be 6:30 or 7:00 before I get home. Love you"

John sat across from Molly as they shared a pizza at the lakefront restaurant. He was enjoying being with his gorgeous daughter and seeing the admiring glances she got from the other men there. He smiled as she showed the same big appetite that "Mo" had shown and that she liked cold beer just as much as her Mother had. Mo had always joked to John that she ate a lot to keep her tits big and John shared that with Molly. 

"Well that's explains why they've gotten this big but not why they beg for constant attention" Molly giggled. 

"How about dancing with your old man" John asked as the house DJ played a slow oldie. They stayed very close as the DJ played several great slow dance songs in a row. 

"I'm sorry Dad but you look so good in that T-shirt and rubbin these big boobs against you gets me turned on" Molly whispered as she bit John's ear teasingly. "Oh I thought those were power window buttons I was feeling" John joked as he enjoyed the feel and aroma of Molly's beautiful long auburn hair against his face. The music switched to some faster tempo songs and Molly just loved that John had no trouble keeping right with her.

Before they knew it, it was almost midnight when they walked out into the warm summer night. Several friends and customers had stopped by to say Hi to John and he noticed how they all ogled Molly. The Bennington Pontoon fired easily and they started slowly into the starry night. After a few minutes they were out in the lake and only lights twinkling on the shore provided some bearings for them. 

"Can we just stop and enjoy this lake and beautiful night?" Molly asked. 

"Sure" John replied as he cut the motor "I'll drop the anchor off the bow and we'll be fine" "How about a beer" John asked as he opened the built in cooler. 

"Great" Molly answered as she watched her dad pour a can of beer into a cup of ice "You're not trying to get me drunk are you?" she laughed 

"You're too much like Mo for that, she could usually drink me under the table" John said as he sat in the heavily padded rear lounge seat next to his daughter. "The lake police won't bother you much unless they see a beer can or a liquor bottle and if we're quiet they'll think we are fishing" John laughed. Molly got up and found a good station on the boats stereo and soft music added to a very comfortable evening. 

John could feel his eyes getting a little heavy as Molly told about some of her reunions with her friends. He didn't put up much of a fight when she put her arm around his shoulder and pulled his head into her lap. John tried hard to listen attentively to what his daughter was saying but soon drifted into a nap. He was awakened by something soft and heavy resting on his face. He quickly realized it was his daughter's bare breast and she was moving it back and forth slowly. 

When she saw that he was awake she whispered, "Oh Daddy, I couldn't resist, you got my boobs all excited earlier when we were dancing and they need attention" With that she guided her erect nipple into John's mouth and said "Please don't make me wait any longer suck and bite my boobs"

Without giving too much thought to what he was doing or more importantly, who he was doing it with, he went to work on her exposed breasts. John's hands found a very familiar weight and skin texture to these huge breasts. As John began to lick and nibble at Molly's erect nipples she began to writhe and moan. When John began to suck with some vigor Molly went right into the throws of an orgasm. This seemed to bring John back to his senses and with that came a certain feeling of guilt, so he tried to pull away from Molly. But Molly wouldn't release him and just seemed to purr as she held John's face to her soft melons John awoke about an hour later and disengaged himself from Molly. She seemed to sleep on as John started the boat and drove slowly home, obeying the after sundown speed limit. Molly got up as John was securing the pontoon to his new dock. They walked together into the house and Molly turned and gave John a big hug. "Thanks Dad, I had a great time, I've been looking forward to nights with you for a long time" She turned and headed up the stairs leaving John in a troubled state. When Molly had hugged him it was obvious that she hadn't bothered to put her bra back on. John was nervous about the effect his daughters boobs were having on his groin. That simple hug had caused a reaction different than John had felt in quite awhile. Later he sat on the open front porch smoking a cigar, something he hadn't done since Mo,s death. He thought about the women he had been with since than and although there was no one serious in his life he never seemed to lack for a partner if he so desired. Later as he lay in bed he thought about how much he loved Mo and Molly and knew he would probably never have those same feelings for anyone else. But did that love heighten every sensation. He fell asleep and dream after dream came to him with Mo and Molly seeming to be the same huge titted beauty. Teasing, soothing, rubbing against him, but always smiling and professing their love for him.

"Daddy are you awake yet?" Molly asked as she sat on the side of the king size bed. 

"Morning Hon" John answered as he rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes. John wondered where the sheet that had been covering him had gone. John had only his cotton boxers between him and nudity. 

"We have to talk about last night" Molly said in a low voice. 

"You are definitely right about that Daughter of mine, my mind is going in all directions about what we are doing" "Listen , I grew up in the most loving household in the world, you and Mo had such a great loving relationship and I always wanted to be part of it" Molly started. "We included you in everything Molly" John responded 

"Oh I know that but as I got older and sexually active I always thought about more" Molly continued. "And after the accident when I moved West I was never long without a boyfriend and some were very nice" "But no matter how good the sex was, there was always something missing" "When I first saw you in the Airport last week and all that we've shared since has made it so clear to me what was missing -----it was you Dad. John started to say something but Molly stood up and stared at her father with a sparkle in her eye.

"When you sucked my boobs last night I knew I wanted more, much more" She paced back and forth for a moment and than turned and faced John head on. And as John looked to the foot of the bed, Molly untied her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders and stood there stark naked. Without giving him a chance to respond Molly said "these should be familiar" as she cupped her boobs as if she were weighing them "they're 46DD and as you know very sensitive" She put her foot up on the footboard giving him his first look at her very furry cunt. "Mo always told me how you loved her hairy pussy and I knew I would always keep mine just the same even though most women either seem to shave or just leave a thin mohawk of hair" "And just showing it to you has juices running down my legs" Molly giggled. She reached up and pulled one pin out of her bundled up hair and just like in the movies, it fell in a swirl down her back. "Well that's the inventory Dad and I'm planning on using it on you" 

"Molly, we're still Father and Daughter, there's laws against this aren't there?" "I just don't know if we should start something we will both regret" John went on though he couldn't tear his eyes from the beautiful female in front of him. Molly didn't hesitate as she climbed on the bed and grabbed the waist of John's boxer shorts and yanked them to his knees "I hear what you are saying but there is something here that is giving your real feelings away" as she grabbed hold of John's fast growing cock. John moaned as Molly took her silky hair in both hands and wrapped it around his cock and started moving up and down making John hard as a rock. She stopped long enough to pull John's shorts the rest of the way off and throw them to the floor. She returned to his upright member and started to slowly lick the head as she stared intently at her Dad. Awhile later she moved upward trapping her father's cock in her immense cleavage and finally kept going till she was straddling John and had his cock pinned to his stomach as she moved her sopping pussy up and down the length of it. "Molly, you're driving me wild and I'm feeling guilty but not nearly enough to make you stop" 

"All the time I was away, I dreamed of everything I wanted to do with you and now it's coming true" "Please Daddy, don't hold back, you and Mo gave me this big healthy body and I want you to use it for your pleasure. She leaned forward and swung her big boobs across John's face letting him nibble at her rock hard nipples. 

John felt like someone had turned a faucet on his dick as Molly poured out her juices, he wondered if he had ever been this turned on. She seemed to be able to take John right to the edge before letting up just enough to keep him from coming. Finally she swung around and slowly let her wet, furry, cunt drop right onto John's mouth. As she sucked the full length of John's cock into her waiting mouth. 

John went to work on her clit. It didn't take long for Molly to go into a thundering orgasm, moaning, yelling obscenities and thrashing about. But all the while she continued her attack on John's member and he finally could not hold back any longer, he filled her mouth as she never missed a beat. 

"Oh I've dreamed about that for so long "Molly cooed as she came up for air. She swung around and pulled John to her for a long deep tongue dueling kiss. "Oh Daddy, I want to make you happy" she whispered as they lay there entwined. 

"Well, you're off to a good start" John breathed as his heart rate settled somewhat. They stayed like that for quite awhile, drifting in and out of sleep but never letting go of each other. John opened his eyes and looked at his daughter as she slept in his arms, her shiny fragrant hair lay across his chest, her soft breast pressed into his side and her furry pussy against his leg as she had swung her leg over his. All of these sensations had a stirring affect on John's cock and it started to come back to life. As John watched, Molly moved her tanned hand over and wrapped it around his pale white cock. Just a nice friendly grip as she nuzzled her nose up into his neck and nibbled on his ear "I love you Daddy" she whispered. 

"I love you too darling" John answered as her hand started to have a serious impact on his member. 

Again she kissed John deeply and pulled him over on top of her. John got his arms out on either side of his daughter as he looked down at her beautiful face. Without much thought John rubbed his cock against the slippery cunt of his daughter. 

"Oh my God, don't make me wait another second, Fuck me, Fuck me right now!" Molly groaned. 

John slowly slid his cock into the soaking wet pussy and thought to himself, she's Mo all over again, cunt like silk, I'll never get enough of this

For the next couple hours not much conversation took place just two people enjoying each others bodies in every way imaginable. It took every ounce of his energy to keep up with Molly, he finally lost count of her orgasms. He could not remember when he had managed three orgasms of his own. He lay there in total bliss as Molly gave him a radiant smile and headed for the bathroom 

 John awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs cooking in the kitchen. He took a quick shower and pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. When he got to the kitchen, there was Molly in a pair of ladies bib overalls that were made into shorts instead of long pants. "What made you sleep so long" Molly smiled as she turned to put a big plate of food on the table. "Did it build up your appetite?" she giggled. 

"Quite a bit" John admitted, as he sat down. He immediately noticed that the shorts were all that Molly had on and that the bib was having a real time containing her huge boobs.

"I would have cooked in the nude for you but I don't like hot grease on my nipples" she laughed as she gave John a hug around the neck. 

"You are insatiable, my sexy daughter" John answered. 

"Its all for you Daddy, just you" she said 

As John turned his head toward his daughter she fed a huge soft breast and nipple into his mouth 

"Want some milk with the bacon and eggs" she laughed 

John gave her boob a soft bite and Molly squealed and put her boob back in hiding. Molly seemed to be glowing as they sat eating across from each other. She was very animated and every move she made either moved her lovely long hair or showed John a good deal of tit. 




Molly



John kept thinking to himself, "I'll have a hard-on all day if she keeps this up" For the next couple of weeks John stayed busy at work and Molly continued to see old friends and in her spare time work on her tan. Virtually every night was a sex filled event and as time went on John discovered two distinct things. First his guilt about having sex with his daughter almost vanished and he found himself looking forward to each evening. Even his employees mentioned what a good effect his daughter's homecoming had on him. Secondly John continued to be amazed at his daughter's sexual imagination and appetite. She liked everything and kept John completely drained. John thought that he had never slept any better and waking up next to Molly was always exciting.



Molly



We were well met. I can say that for sure.

After months of continuous contact on-line though emails and instant messages, we finally arranged to meet. She arrived in town late that morning and we spent the day together with yours truly playing tour guide. We ate lunch at a local favorite, saw lemurs at the zoo and went for a walk around the lake. It was a wondrous day, and we talked about everything and nothing, continuing the theme of many of our on-line conversations.

Eventually we wound back up at my place late in the evening, and had a few drinks. We retired to the bedroom, and lay on the bed together, discussing life, the universe and everything. Weight of the world kinda stuff. I don't recall now what I said, but it was mildly amusing, and she laughed. I told her I loved the sound of her laugh. She got very quiet very suddenly, leaned in and kissed me. 

Then I kissed her back. It started very slowly, very softly. As if we were both interested in where this path would lead, but weren't sure we wanted to tread it. Kisses, first fleeting and hesitant, turned passionate and needy. We probed each others lips, afraid to cross a line that wasn't there, and it soon gave way to those great movie kisses—the ones where even in the audience you feel the need to come up for air.

My hands moved from her face, to her neck, to her back. I would alternate guiding and holding, unsure of what I wanted more: The physical closeness of her, or to be acting on the passion. She made the first "move", pulling away just long enough to pull my shirt over my head, sending my glasses flying... She was wearing a white blouse, like a puffy pirate shirt, but not. I fumbled with the drawstrings on the front; finally got them loosed enough to pull it up and over her head.

My hands found their way to her chest, caressing the side of one breast, then the other. She wore a very pretty bra that just barely kept things in place, and trembled beneath my touch, her breath coming in ragged bursts. She looked deep into my eyes, deeper than anyone has ever dared gaze before, with an intensity that scared me. 

I asked if she was okay, did she want to stop. 

God, how I did NOT want to ask that question. 

The last shreds of my sanity were hanging on, hoping their services would not be necessary. She pressed herself against my body—I could feel every curve of her—and whispered in my ear, "If you love me, then love me." 

A line from a book we both loved.

I nuzzled her neck, the beautiful flesh and lines. Her hands went for the clasp of my jeans. I'd never felt more wanted in my life, and like a movie, there was no struggle. She twisted and pulled and they opened obediently. Suddenly her hands were in my pants. I was kissing my way across her shoulder when I felt her hands on me, and the sharp intake of my breath on her skin made her squirm. 

I grasped the strap of her bra and slowly slid it off her shoulder, kissing the trail of it across her flesh. First one, then the other. I did struggle with the clasp, (so much for the movies) but for only a moment. It let loose with a distinct SNIK. The snow white material slowly fell away, and I pulled back to admire her. All I could do was smile, she was so beautiful. So perfect. I told her so, and she blushed, the heat rising in her face.

She rose to her knees, and I slid the crushed gauze material of her skirt down, past her hips revealing more classic lines of beautiful flesh. I have always admired the female form, the sheer nature of it. Looking at her, kneeling naked on my bed was looking at a painting, a sculpture, a goddess made flesh. Every line, every curve, every angle, the light, the texture. It was every beautiful female form rolled into one living, breathing woman.

I moved back in to kiss her, and her nipples grazed lightly against the hairs on my chest. The touch was soft, erotic. I thought I would scream. And then she kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing herself up against me. The pin-touch of her nipples was lost as her breasts closed in, pressing against my chest and so help me it was an even stronger sensation than before. She kissed my neck as she wrapped her lithe form around me, and whispered again in my ear. 

"I want you, Shaun. Take me."

I needed no encouragement, but was desperate to hear those words escape her lips. I lay her gently on the bed, and spent what seemed like hours slowly exploring her body, kissing, touching, tasting. I ran my hands with my fingers splayed out over her body, just barely grazing the skin and raising goose bumps all over her body. I kissed her lips, her chin, her neck, the cleft of her bosom, the swell of each perfect breast. My tongue darted out across her nipples which hardened in delight. I kissed her belly, her hips, the area between thighs and hips, where panties traditionally lay, my favorite place to kiss on a woman.

She moved and shifted position, and I kissed her... there. The warmth, the wet, the sweetness of her. My hands trailed up over her hips while I kissed, and she moaned and made all the right noises in all the right places.

Her hands reached out, grabbed my head, fingers interlocking in my hair as her breath quickened to little machine gun bursts. She pulled me closer into her as she shook with the first spasm of climax, repeating "ooh, ooh, ooh" between breaths.

She collapsed on the bed, exhausted, and pulled me up beside her. We spooned together, dozing lightly with her wrapped in my arms. We talked more as we lay there, my arms around her, her body pressed against mine. We discussed hopes, dreams, and ambitions. We laughed, we sighed, we were content and at peace.

Well, most of me was at peace.

She kept giggling and backing into me, which didn't help. And we started playing around, light wrestling. I rolled her onto her back and knelt between her legs, hovering dangerously close.

The mood turned electric. She looked deep into my eyes again, so deep I thought I would melt beneath her gaze. I questioned her again, this time without saying a word. She responded with non-verbal communication as well. Our eyes never left each other.

I guided myself forward, paused at the first touch of her, and with more silent coaxing, slid inside.

She gasped in surprise? Delight? Shock? I'm not sure. But her eyes told me all I needed to know. We made love. It was sweet, slow, and like her, beautiful. We were linked emotionally, spiritually and physically, our souls open to each other though our eyes.

Our paced quickened then faltered, as if we never wanted the sensations to end and feared the inevitability of what would happen. I caressed her face. "I love you, Molly." She replied in kind, "I love you, Shaun." 

And those words were music. Our rhythmic patter of together, apart sped up again, and I could see in her eyes the response building within. I thrust forward, deep, one last time, and we both cried out in bliss, the explosive climax reached.

We drifted off still entwined and slept righteous sleep, knowing that at that moment, for that moment at least, all was right with the world.



Molly, Alyssa  And Me



There is no sex in this story, if that is what you want I suggest you go elsewhere.

This is a story about an older man and two much younger women, the relationship they form and his ultimate reward. I'm not sure how to categorize this story. I guess its best just to say it's a story.

This is a little different tale than I have written before. I hope you enjoy it. Appreciate the comments, both good and bad. It is the only way a writer knows if his work is worthwhile. On with the story.




The snow storm was getting worse. It was about ten miles to the next town and I began to wonder if I would make it. The Ford F250 I am driving is four wheel drive, but even the big truck was having a hard time staying on the road. 

The snow storm was almost blizzard like and there were short periods of white out. These conditions made visibility minimal at best. I literally couldn't see much more than thirty feet in front of the truck. I had slowed to five mph trying to stay on the road.

As I drove, I thought of why I was here in the middle of a small blizzard.

My name is Patrick Ryan O'Rourke. (Not Pat, Patrick). My wife would kick your butt if you called me Pat. As the name indicates I am of Irish descent. I am 59 years young, well I don't really know about the young part. Young is not how I'm feeling lately. 

At six feet even and 195 pounds, I have a fairly athletic body. I'm no Sean Connery, but I'm not an ogre either. You wouldn't be ashamed to be seen in public with me. My hair is sort of salt and pepper, with more pepper than salt. The beard I wear is just the opposite; it's mostly gray. I go into these details so you, kind reader, know what you have to work with.

I am medically retired from the United States Marine Corp. I was a Marine lifer for twenty years and was mustered out with a medical discharge. I am also retired from the security and surveillance field after another twenty years. I am drawing two pensions and medical disability check. 

A word about my disability pension; I was medically discharged after being wounded in some third world shithole of a country and the retirement was not my choice. 

My retirement rank was as a Gunnery Sergeant E7. I probably would have retired as First Sgt E8 or Master Gunny E9, but I had a bad habit of telling young officers to get their head out of their ass. I kept getting busted down in rank. 

Always made it back to Gunny, but I would again open my big mouth again and miss out on the next promotion. I am currently unemployed. My pensions, disability, and other investment income gives me a pretty much do what I want life style. That's not a bad thing.

My wife Molly and I were married for 35 years. I say were because she was killed in an auto accident a year ago. It was the day after I retired and we were on the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) driving north from San Diego. We were going to take a couple of months to drive up the coast and into Canada and then east across Canada to Quebec. 

We never made it past L.A. A large truck lost control, rammed our car from the rear, and then rolled over us. I was seriously hurt, but Molly was crushed and died at the scene. Still trapped in the wreckage, I was holding her hand when she smiled at me, whispered "I love you" and passed away. The light of my life had just gone out.

I spent about three months in the hospital, had two surgeries on my left leg and one on my left arm. The driver's door of our car had done a lot of damage to that side of my body. The prognosis was good and I eventually regained about 90 per cent usage of both limbs.

Part of the investment income, I mentioned before is the settlement I received from the trucking company. Their driver had been drugged up on speed and he was trying to make up time on his delivery run. 

This cost the company a lot of money, I mean a lot of money. They settled out of court to keep their drugged up driver out of the media. It didn't work; they paid me all that money and I still went public and raised as much hell as I could. Didn't do any good but it made me feel a little better.

When I was released from the hospital, I had to spend three months in rehab, and then several more months getting back to normal. After I regained the almost full, use my left side, I resumed my life. I took some of the money and bought a big Ford pickup. 

My idea was to finish the trip Molly and I had planned; but with a bigger vehicle. I made it from Southern California to Oregon, before I ran out of steam. It wasn't the same without Molly. I enjoyed the country I drove through, but I kept thinking how much she would enjoy this and it took the wind out of my sails.

I decided to suspend the trip and drive home to Arizona. My plan was to head east through Idaho and then south through Utah. It was getting pretty late in the season and the people I was staying with suggested that I retrace my steps and go back south on the PCH [Pacific Coast Hwy.]. 

They were worried about snow in the high country going the route I had chosen. My Ford can make it through anything I told them and took off. I made it to Brian's Head Resort near Cedar City, Utah and ran into a snow storm. This is where I started my tale.

The big Ford must have hit a patch of black ice and it started to skid toward the shoulder of the road. I was going to ride it out when I saw two people in the truck's path. Hitting the gas and turning to wheel as far as possible, I was able to swing the truck around and miss the two figures. 

When the truck stopped, I jumped out to see if they were okay. I wasn't okay; I was shaking like the proverbial leaf in a storm. I yelled to them asking if they were okay. Silence from them both.

Now I had a chance to get a better look at the two people I almost ran over. They both were wrapped up in what looked like blankets. One was taller, about 5 feet 6 I guess. The way the taller one stood and was checking over the other made me think it was a female. The shorter one was about 5 feet 2 and sorta hanging on the taller one.

"I'm sorry; the truck hit some ice and skidded right at you. Are you okay?" Still no answer from either of them. 

"What are you guys doing out here in this storm?" Again not a word.

"Look you can't stay out here, you will freeze. Come get into my truck and I will take you where you need to go."

The smaller one tried to pull away, but the taller of the two stared at me intently. The tall one said "Okay, but no funny business."

They both climbed into my truck, and sat squeezed against the passenger door. I got the truck turned around and head back toward the town I had been trying to get to. I turned the heater on high to help them warm up. They must be freezing being out in that storm, I thought. 

"There's hot chocolate in that thermos if you guys want, it will help you warm up. My name is Patrick O'Rourke by the way."

The taller one grunted thanks and opened the thermos, poured some into the cup and handed it to the other one. The cup of chocolate lasted almost 30 seconds. Another cup was poured and the biggest one pulled back the blanket and the parka hood to drink. My god it was a woman or a girl but the light wasn't good enough to tell her age. The other one unwrapped herself and proved to be a younger girl. 

A little aside here; there is a scene in the movie, "The Magnificent Seven" where Chris, played by Yul Brynner, is asked where he's from. He gestures over his shoulder with his thumb indicating behind him. Then asked where he's going, he points with his forefinger in front of him.

That's what I got when I questioned my riders. No info just gestures, indicating they came from back there and are going that way. Strange I thought. One would think after the close call on the road, they would be talkative and excited. What I got the most was silence.

"Look, I am going south to Arizona, but I can drop you off in the town up ahead. You can stay there until this storm blows over."

"Can we go," the taller one asks.

"Go to the town, sure." I answered.

"No, I mean, can we go to Arizona with you? We won't be any trouble and we have money. We can help pay for the gas and food."

I was stunned. Two strangers, girls at that, wanted to go to Arizona with me. Well, maybe not with me, but away from here anyway. I wondered what was going on. There was something under the surface here and did I want to get involved?

It took another hour to get to the town. I was thinking the entire way about my very quiet guests". I saw a diner that was open and decided I should eat, so I stopped. The girls just sat there as I got out of the truck, taking the thermos with me to refill.

"Come on girls, you can't stay out here. The truck won't offer much shelter without the heater running, so come on into the diner. I'll spring for dinner or supper or whatever it is."

Slowly and cautiously the two got out and followed me into the diner. I slid into one side of a booth and they sat across from me. There was only two other customers in the diner; they looked like truckers sitting out the storm. After a couple of minutes the girls took off their blankets and parkas and I got my first good look at both of them.

The bigger of the two was about 16 I guessed. She wasn't really pretty, but sorta wholesome with the girl next door look. The smaller one was a few years younger. It was obvious they were related, the family resemblance was very strong.

After the waitress had taken our order, I turned back to the girls and said, "Okay, what's the deal ladies? Why were you on the road in this storm and why do you want to go to Arizona with me? And by the way, who are you?"

The older one answered, "This is my sister Alyssa Kelly. We need to get away from here and I thought we could go with you. I have a little money and can help with the gas. I'm a good driver and could help; after we get out of this storm, anyway."

"What is your name, young lady and why away from here? It must be something serious to make you try to run away in this storm."

"My name is Molly Kelly," she answered.

I almost fainted when she told me her name. MOLLY! It seemed too much of a coincidence for her to have the same name as my wife. I must have heard her wrong. "Molly?'

"Yeah, I was named after my grandmother. The reason we need to leave is sort of personal, mister."

"If I'm going to be taking two young girls across state lines, I think I have a right to know why. Even if it is personal; so talk."

Molly told me a sad and horrifying story. She was 16 and Alyssa 13. They were living with their step father, Ralph Henning. Their mother Alice had been killed, in of all things, an auto crash two months ago. 

They had stayed with their step father because they didn't have anywhere else to go. Their mother had a sister Jennifer somewhere, but the girls hadn't seen or heard from her in over two years. 

Ralph had been sexually abusive to Molly for over a month now. No intercourse but he fondled and pawed her almost every day. He watched her dress and bathe then touched her in places that no young girl should be touched. 

Molly felt she could stand it because she and Alyssa needed a home. There were no other relatives and Molly didn't think she could support them. Then things got worse.

Ralph started to pay attention to Alyssa last week. He would stroke her arm or breast or butt when she walked by him and try to catch her changing clothes or in the bath. 

Earlier today, he told Molly she would have to be nice to a couple of guys tonight and he would take care of Alyssa while she was busy. 

Molly knew what he meant and decided no home was better than what they had. So they ran away and that's when I came into the picture. They didn't care where I was going just as long as it wasn't here.

I don't believe in fate or any of that type of stuff, but this scenario really stretched the laws of coincidence. I mean a girl in trouble with the same name as my late wife. 

She and her sister were left alone when their mother was killed in a car crash, just like my wife. I had goose bumps the size of golf balls. I stared at the girls as they ate their dinner. Finally I sighed; I had made up my mind. Fate or coincidence or whatever, these girls needed help. 

Help is what my wife and I had done for thirty years together; it is a hard habit to break. Don't even know if I want to break it. Their situation sounded like something out of a bad movie, but I was going to help them get out of Dodge.

When the girls finished their food, I told them, "Go to the bathroom, wash up, use the toilet, wrap up, and meet me at the truck. I guess you gals are going to see Arizona. I will get some food to go and more hot chocolate while you are gone."

They both looked at me with tears in their eyes and started to babble. "Thank you, we will be a big help" and on and on. I couldn't really understand most of it, they were talking so fast.

"Go on, get going. We aren't going to stop except for gas until we get closer to my home. Don't want this Ralph to track us down. Now git!"

I bought some sandwiches, packaged snacks, filled the thermos and headed for the truck. As I left the diner, I heard one of the truckers ask the waitress if the girls were Ralph's kids. The waitress replied that yes that was Molly and Alyssa. 

I thought, oh shit, we have got to boogie. The girls met me at the Ford; we climbed in and beat feet out of there. I told the girls about the waitress knowing them and that we needed to get as far away as possible as quick as possible. I hoped my skills are up to the speed I was driving in this storm, because snow or no snow we needed to get some miles behind us.

I kept an eye on my rear view mirror for the next three hundred miles, watching for a sign of pursuit. As far I as I could tell no one was after us. Using secondary roads, we continued south on U.S. 89 to Arizona. We took 89A at Sedona to my home in Prescott. 

I don't know if we got enough of a head start that Ralph couldn't catch us or if we were just lucky or some divine intervention kept him off our butts. Don't know don't care. We made it to my house without problems; well I did have to stop more than I wanted to so the girls could use the restroom, but other than that we made good time. You know how women are.

To help pass the time on the drive I learned more about the girls. Their mother, Alice, and Ralph had only been married for two years when she was killed. Molly and Alyssa couldn't understand why their mother had married him to begin with. 

Alice had told them she needed someone to help with the living expenses. She didn't seem to love Ralph, but did like him. At least for the first year, then he became abusive to their mother. 

Ralph was not a nice man. He started to hit Alice and yell at her a lot. He also complained about having to raise the girls. He didn't appear to be too broken up at Alice's death. Maybe because of the insurance money he received.

I told them about my wife and me, our years together and the accident that killed her. Then I explained the trip I was on that brought the girls and me together. Molly thought it was "cool" that she and my wife have the same name. Molly, Alyssa, and I had become friends; at least friends of convenience, if nothing else.

My house is an old hotel, just off Whiskey Row in downtown Prescott. The bottom floor houses an upscale restaurant that leases the space from me. The upper two floors have been converted into two large apartments, one on each floor. My wife and I bought the place at a bankruptcy auction about 20 years ago, when I retired from the Marines. 

The restaurant was thinking of leaving because of the auction. Before the sale we talked to them and made them an offer they couldn't refuse to get them to stay. We froze their rental cost for a period of ten years. That lease paid the mortgage and a lot of the cost of the conversion of the top floors to apartments. 

All and all, the place didn't cost us much more than the down payment. My wife kept one of the apartments for our use and rented out the other. We used the apartment as our base; we traveled a lot with my job in security. 

When Molly died, I quit renting out the top floor apartment; I just didn't want the hassle. After ten years we gave the restaurant the same deal for another ten years. I would continue the same lease rate for as long as the restaurant wanted to. Other than maintenance and utilities, the place cost me nothing and the lease was a good source of income. 

I got Molly and Alyssa settled into the top floor apartment. They had their pick of three bedrooms and two private baths. The girls had been living in a four room shack, with one bathroom. My place was the lap of luxury in comparison. 

After the girls had two days to acclimate to my home and town, I took them shopping. They only had jeans, sweatshirts, heavy cold weather boots, and parkas. The clothes were too heavy and hot for our climate in Prescott. 

Women must be born with the ability to enjoy shopping. These girls weren't women yet, but they had a great time trying different things on and debating which items were best. We spent the better part of the day going to different stores and the girls trying on clothes. 

I had the feeling that this was something new for them. If so, they took to it like ducks to water. For the first time, I saw actual smiles and heard laughter from those two. 

In the end, I spent about five hundred dollars on the girls and had to almost force them to take the things I bought for them. They didn't have anywhere near that kind of money and said they didn't feel right in letting me spend that much. I told them the experience of watching them and their smiles were worth the expense.

The next day I took Molly and Alyssa to a ladies spa at a nearby resort. I had set it up while the girls were shopping yesterday. I went in with them, told them they were getting the works, and I would pick them up in five hours.

I was setting in front of the spa in my truck waiting for the girls to come out. Two very pretty young ladies came out of the door but I didn't pay them any attention. That is until they walked up to my truck and said hello to me. My god, it was Molly and Alyssa. 

They had changed so much that I hadn't recognize them when they came out. All the way home the girls talked about what had been done at the spa and their new clothes. When we got to the house, they both thanked me with a hug. 

Molly and Alyssa were in the kitchen the next morning when I got there. They had fixed breakfast for all of us and were waiting for me. Molly said she wanted to talk to me. I told her go ahead.

"Why are you doing this, Patrick? I mean, you saved us from the storm, fed us, and helped us get away from Ralph."

"You needed someone's help and I was there," I answered.

"Okay, I can maybe see the ride to town and some food, but why the rest of it. You brought us to your home, gave us a place to stay, and now the clothes and spa. Why?"

"It's what my wife and I did our whole life together. We didn't ask why or should we when someone needed our help; we just helped. It's the way we lived and the way we were. I don't see any reason to change because Molly is gone."

"You could have left us at the diner or turned us over to the sheriff instead of taking us with you. It would have been easier for you."

"Yeah I guess so except when I tried to go to sleep. I would have known that the real problem, Ralph, had not been taken care of. Just to ease your fears, I'm not Ralph. I'm not planning on bothering you ladies in that way. I don't molest children."

"We know that much Patrick. You're too nice of a man for anything like that. You are like a big bear, a big teddy bear."

"I have one other reason for helping and it's a little weird, so don't freak out on me. Molly and I never had children, we wanted kids but it didn't happen. If we had, your mother Alice would have been about the right age to be our daughter. That makes you young ladies about the right age to be my granddaughters. That's how I think of you. Like I said, it's weird




Molly, Alyssa  And Me



Molly and Alyssa looked at each other and I saw tears welling up in their eyes. They both turned to me and said, "Thanks Grandpa." The girls grabbed me in a big family type hug and I had a hard time seeing through the tears. I must have gotten something in my eye. 

I have no excuse for what happened soon afterward. The only thing I can say is my ignorance caused a storm to come to my home. 

The girls couldn't just sit around my place, they need to go to school; both because of their education and they needed friends their own age. What I should have done was hired a tutor and home schooled them. Hindsight is 20-20, believe it. 

I contacted Shirley, a family friend. She worked for the school system as a high level administrator. I explained about the girls, where they came from and their story. Shirley agreed to help get them into school without any hoopla and to keep it as quiet as possible. Problem was the principal at the school contacted the girl's former school for their records. He didn't do it to cause trouble; he was trying to help the girls by getting them into the right grades.

The principal at their old school was a fishing buddy of Ralph's. He of course called Ralph and told him what was going on. Now Ralph knew where the girls were. 

I don't believe that Ralph really cared about the girls, except as sex toys. Plus he wanted them at home so he could draw aid from the state on the two motherless children. It was more money for him to piss away and not have to work for it. That's my theory anyway.

The first sign of trouble was about six weeks after the girls started school. They both came home from school all worked up, scared, and almost crying.

"Molly, what is wrong? Why are you guys so upset?

"Nothing Patrick, some boy was teasing us," she lied.

"Bullshit Molly, you are a lot of things but a good liar isn't one of them. What is going on?"

"Alyssa and I saw Ralph going into the school office this afternoon. We are just upset that we will have to go back with him."

"You stepfather was at the school? How did he find you? I need to call Shirley and find out what is going on. You ladies go change and start dinner while I call."

"Shirley, this is Patrick," I said when she answered the phone. "My girls told me they saw their step father at school today. What the hell is going on? I thought you were going to keep this quiet."

"Patrick, I'm so sorry. Mr. Bolton, the principal, contacted their old school for their records. He was just trying to help the girls, but it lead their step father to them. I guess they will have to go back with him until something can be worked out through the courts."

"My girls are not going back with that asshole. I don't care what the courts say. If they go back he will be pimp them out within a week. No damned way. You hear me, no way."

Shirley said, "I will stall him as long as I can. You had better get some legal help. Stay within the law Patrick, don't try your Semper Fi Marine logic on this one."

I laughed, "You know me too well Shirley. Okay, I'll get an attorney and do this the legal way. At least at first, but I told you before, my girls are not going back to that asshole. I don't care what the courts decide; that son of a bitch is not getting his hands on them again, period."

The next day, I told the girls they shouldn't go to school for a few days. At least until I can solve this problem with Ralph. It didn't break their hearts to miss school. I called an attorney, an old friend of mine, and got an appointment for 9:00. 

"Molly, Alyssa, I'm going to see a lawyer so I'll be gone for awhile. Lock up after I leave. You have my cell number so you can call me. The attorney's office is only a few blocks from here; I can be back in less than 5 minutes if you need me. Okay?"

"We'll be okay Patrick. Don't worry. The T.V. works so we'll be okay," Molly said. "We trust you Grandpa." Then she and Alyssa both giggled.

Jake Summers was the attorney I went to see. He was also a retired Marine. Jake had been in Judge Advocate's Office while in the Corps. We had met at one of our Marine company reunions. I walked into the outer office, there was no one there. He yelled from his office to come on in. He rose from his desk and walked to meet me and shook my hand.

"Hi Patrick, how are you?" What can I do for you?"

"Hello Jake, I'm fine." I filled him in on what was happening, my history with the girls, and what I wanted.

"You have no standing legally as far as the girls go. No blood relationship. However, this Ralph has no standing either. This is going to be interesting if nothing else."

"No standing, what the hell? I saved them from a child molesting asshole and I have no standing. What kind of shit is this?"

"Take it easy Patrick. We're not completely unarmed here."

"Are you going to help me Jake?"

"Semper Fi, Patrick. Besides, I haven't tweaked the local courts nose in some time. This is going to be fun."

"I'm not interested in fun; just put a stop to this shit Jake. I'll cover all the costs and your fee; just send me a bill when it's over."

"Don't worry about that; if I work it right the state will have to pay on this one."

My cell went off and I picked it up. It was the manager of the restaurant on the ground floor at my place. He told me there was a strange guy sneaking around in back of the building. The car the guy was in has Utah plates on it. I thanked him, told Jake I had to ditty mao. (Means get going fast). About half way home, my cell rang again; it was Molly. Ralph had climbed the fire escape and was trying to open a window.

"Molly grab Alyssa, get into my bedroom and lock the door. No one short of a swat team can get in there. Don't come out until I tell you to. I'm 3 minutes away, be right there."

I slid the truck to a stop in the front and sprinted up the stairs to my apartment. As I entered my place, I could hear a window break in the dining room. I keep a .45 Colt over the door, in case of a home invasion. I grabbed the Colt put it under my belt in the small of my back and walked into the dining room.

Ralph was crawling through the window into my house. I guess it was him, I had never seen the asshole. 

"Son, you are about to make a bad career move. I suggest you go back the way you came. This is the only warning you'll get," I told him.

"Screw you old man. I'm Ralph Henning and I came to get my daughters. Where are my girls?"

"Two things. First, they are not your daughters or your girls. You never adopted them, so you are not their father."

Ralph got through the window and stood up facing me.

"Second, you are going to be really embarrassed to tell the sheriff that this "old man" kicked your ass. Last warning, it would be in your best interest to leave."

He yelled and started for me, throwing a round house right. I won't go into the details of the altercation here; I will just tell you the results.

It took almost ten seconds and poor old Ralph was finished. He was sitting with his back against the wall to hold himself up. His right shoulder may have been dislocated, his nose was bleeding profusely possibly broken, and his left knee was starting to swell. The "old man" as advertised had kicked his ass. I heard a police car with its siren screaming pull up in front of the building. .

I walked to the door and waited on the sheriff to come up the stairs. Nodding at him, I pointed to the dining room and followed him into the room. 

"What going on Patrick? Molly called me. Who is this guy?" The sheriff, Bob Smalls, asked me.

"Don't know who he is, said he's Ralph Henning. I caught him breaking into my house. I asked him to leave, but he attacked me. I had to defend myself Bob."

"Did you have to beat him so bad?'

" I blocked his first punch and only hit him twice after that. Believe I'm within my rights to defend my home."

"Yeah you are, but the medical bills for him are going to cost the county a lot. Couldn't you have taken it a little easier on him?"

"I did take it easy on him. He's still breathing isn't he? I slowly pulled the Colt out and showed it to Bob. "I could have just shot him, I guess."

The sheriff got Ralph to his feet and led him down to his car. Bob turned and said, "You'll need to come down and sign a complaint this afternoon."

I nodded and went to my bedroom; knocking on the door I said, "You can come out, he's gone."

They rushed over to hug me. "I thought you would be hurt, Grandpa," Alyssa said. "How did you stop him?"

"He fell coming in the window and hurt himself. The sheriff got here before he recovered."

"It's not nice for me to say, but bullshit Patrick," Molly laughed.

Things settled down for a few days. One morning as I was walking to my truck a man approached. He asked, "Patrick O'Rourke?"

"Yeah, what do you want?"

"You have been served," he said. He handed me an envelope and walked away.

It was a summons to appear in the question of custody of Molly and Alyssa. The custody hearing was set for the next day. I had no intention of letting the court take the girls away. I called Jake right away; he was aware of the summons and was prepared for the hearing and told me not to worry. My door bell rang and the sheriff was standing there when I opened it.

"What do you want Bob?'

"I'm sorry Patrick, but I have a court order to pick up Molly and Alyssa and take them to a foster care facility until the custody hearing is over."

"Bob, I don't think I'm going to..............."

"Stop right there. Don't make any threats; that way I don't have to arrest you. Come on Patrick, be smart for once. One on one you can take me, but you can't take the whole department. Please just go along. It will work out for the best."

I stood staring at him and thinking. He was right; nothing good could come of me going all Semper Fi on him. The girls needed me there in court, not in jail. I just nodded at him and went to get the girls.

It was really hard to explain to Molly and Alyssa; it was even harder to get them to go with Bob. I promised them that they would never have to go back to Ralph. I told them it didn't make any difference what the courts decided, they would not go back to that monster. The girls left with the sheriff; I went to my bar and poured a large bourbon. Thinking about it I decided the girls needed me sober. My door bell rang again.

"Did you forget to get my balls, Bob?" I yelled at the door.

There was a woman standing there looking surprised. "Excuse me," she said.

"I'm sorry, thought you were someone else. How may I help you?"

"Are you Patrick O'Rourke," she asked? 

"Yeah, that's me."

"Mr. O'Rourke, I have come a long way to see you. My name is Jennifer Riley." At the blank look on my face she continued, "I am Molly's and Alyssa's aunt. My sister Alice was their mother. I just found out you had them. 

I was in shock. "I thought the girls didn't know where you lived or anything? How did you know they were with me?"

Jennifer answered, "I didn't even know my sister Alice had died until I ran into a mutual friend. My friend said Alice had been alone in the car when it crashed. It reported that she was survived by a husband and two daughters. I couldn't leave the girls with Ralph so I went to their house to bring them home with me. No one was there and I checked around in town. 

The waitress at the diner had written down your license number but didn't give it to anyone as she hates Ralph. It seemed strange to her that Ralph's step daughters would be with a stranger. That license number is how I found you Mr. O'Rourke."

"Come in Mrs. Riley, Molly and Alyssa aren't here. They just left with the sheriff. Let me tell you what has happened."

"Left with the sheriff? Why, what have they done? I need to go to them."

"Please, calm down. They aren't under arrest; they are wards of the court. Come in and let me explain before you go running off in a huff. Give me ten minutes. Please."

She studied my face intently and said, "Okay ten minutes, but then I'm going to get my nieces. No funny business Mr. O'Rourke."

We went to the bar area of my game room and I offered her a drink. 

"White wine would work. Maybe it will help calm my nerves; and it's Miss Riley. Call me Jenny."

I fixed her drink and made myself a weak bourbon and water. Then I told the tale, from nearly running the girls down in the storm, to the diner, and the reason I brought them with me to Arizona. The story took around 30 minutes.

"Molly and Alyssa told me they didn't know where you were or how to contact you. If they had, I would have taken them to you before dragging them across three states. I was trying to look out for two young ladies that needed help Jenny."

Jenny again studied my face intently before replying. "I believe you. You have a kind face and your eyes light up when you mention the girls. It's obvious that you care for them very much."

"I guess I really didn't know how much they had grown on me until Ralph showed up."

"Ralph's here? How did he find them? I have to get them away from that drunken sot. I have to go to the girls now."

"Hold on Jenny the girls are not with Ralph; they are in a foster care facility. There is hearing tomorrow to determine who should have custody of the girls. I have my lawyer working on it and intend to fight to keep them away from Ralph. I made Molly and Alyssa a promise that they would not have to go back to Ralph and I will keep that promise legally if I can but in other ways if I have to. They will not, I repeat will not, have to live with that animal."

"What do you mean, legally or in other ways?"

"If it comes to it, I will load the girls in my truck and take off for parts unknown. Don't believe the law can track me. If I have to I will take them to Canada or Mexico. Doesn't matter, they are not going back to Ralph. Period."

"I know you love those girls, it shows; but why would you give up your home and your life here to protect them?" Jenny asked.

I told Jenny about fate or whatever that brought the girls and me together. Molly and my wife's shared name. How I thought of them as the granddaughters my wife and I never had and reminded her again about my promise to the girls. 

"However, now we have a trump card to play tomorrow," I told Jenny.

"What card? What do you mean?"

"Jenny you're the trump card. You are a blood relative and should have the custody. Much more so than some asshole step-father; more so than an adopted grandfather even. We are going to put a stop to Ralph's plan."

She began to smile then, for the first time since we had met. Then she started to giggle. "I think Ralph has run into more than he knows," she laughed. "He knows some of it. He broke into my house yesterday to get the girls and I had to show him the error of his ways. Don't be surprised at his appearance when you see him tomorrow; he is a little the worse for wear."

Jenny laughed out loud, shaking her head at the idea of Ralph biting off more than he could chew. She and I discuss strategy and decided to keep her presence quiet until the hearing. We would spring her just before the judge would make his ruling.

"Guess I had better find a hotel for the night," she commented to me.

"No need. You can stay here in the girl's apartment. That's the one on the top floor. It was basically just their bedroom and bath. They spent almost every waking hour here in my place. You are welcome to stay over. We can have dinner at the restaurant downstairs and we won't have far to go to get home."

We spent an enjoyable evening at dinner and then had a couple of drinks at my place. Jenny went up to the girl's place about 11:00. 

The next morning I awoke to the smells of breakfast. She had made coffee and breakfast for us. We talked some more about the hearing and our plans for her surprise appearance.

"Patrick I want you to promise me something. No matter how it goes, I want you to promise me you won't do anything to Ralph."

"Why?" I didn't want to make that promise.

"If you do something drastic to him you may end up in jail. I think you could help Molly and Alyssa more if you were not locked away. Please, promise me."

"I will make this promise. If Ralph does nothing to provoke me, if he makes no threats toward you or the girls and if he behaves himself; he will leave my town healthy. If he doesn't behave himself, he will pay a heavy price. That's the best I can do." 

I called my lawyer, Jake, and told him about Jenny. He laughed and said how much fun it was going to be, to pop Ralph's bubble. Then it was nearly time to go. 

We both went to our rooms and dressed for the hearing. I put on a suit and tie for the first time since my retirement party. Jenny came down dressed in a nice dress. We went to the courthouse in my big Ford. I could have taken a car but I had the truck packed and ready to run if the need arose.

The hearing was set for 9:30. When I entered the courtroom at 9:15 I was alone. We were going to surprise everyone with Jenny at the right time, so she waited in the hall. Molly and Alyssa were sitting with a sheriff's matron at a table near the judge's bench. The girls saw me, dodged around the matron, and ran to me. We stood there hugging each other for several minutes. 

Ralph and his attorney came into the room. He saw me and the girls hugging each other and frowned but didn't say anything. My buddy Ralph didn't look too good. His nose must have been broken, it was all bandaged up and he had two black eyes. His right arm was in a sling and he was walking with a decided limb. Looked like someone had kicked his ass.

I sent the girls back to the matron and sat at the table with my lawyer Jake who had just arrived. While waiting for the judge Jake rewrote some notes now that he knew about Jenny. The judge appeared at 9:30 on the dot. 

He opened the hearing by explaining why we were there; as if we didn't know. The hearing was to determine who should have custody of the underage girls Molly and Alyssa Kelly. He went on to say that their mother had died in an auto accident and there was no blood relative available to take responsibility for the girls. 

Ralph Henning, their step-father had petitioned the court for custody as their closest relative. In addition, a Mr. Patrick O'Rourke had petitioned for their custody as a friend of the court.

"Does that about sum it up gentlemen?" You may proceed with your case gentlemen."

Ralph, through his attorney, stated he had raised the girls as his own during his marriage to their mother. After her death he had continued to take care of them as they had no other relatives. The attorney said that one Patrick O'Rourke had persuaded the girls to run away from home. Mr. O'Rourke had crossed state lines with the juveniles and should be held accountable for his actions. Mr. Henning feels the girls should be returned to the loving home he had provided.

Jake, my guy, told the court that the only reason that I had given Molly and Alyssa sanctuary was their report of child molestation by their stepfather. Mr. O'Rourke felt the girls were in danger and did what he could to deliver them to safety. In addition Mr. Grant is an alleged felon. He was arrested for breaking into Mr. O'Rourke's home.

This allegation resulted in more debate. These arguments are not direct quotes; they are just what I remember and there was a lot more. A bunch of whereas and the law dictates, further mores and other legal mumbo jumbo. 

Jake stood and said to the court, "Sir, we do have one witness to call please. The witness has just come to my attention."

This brought an objection from Ralph's attorney.

The judge banged his gavel for order. "Call your witness, Mr. Summers. "We call Miss Jennifer Riley," Jake had the bailiff call out.

The door to the courtroom was opened so hard it hit the wall. It was an accident, but it got the judge's attention and he looked up. 




Molly, Alyssa  And Me



Jenny came striding down the aisle pushed through the little gate and took the stand. She was sworn in.

When Molly and Alyssa saw Jenny, they stood up and tried to run to her. The matron held them back. I motioned for them to stay put.

Jake then asked Jenny to inform the court who she was and what she was doing there.

"My name is Jennifer Riley and I am Molly's and Alyssa's aunt. I ask that I be given custody of my nieces as I am their only blood relation. Let them stay with me until Molly is 18 and then she can make her own decision. Later when Alyssa is 18 she can do likewise."

The judge said, "I hesitate to give them to you as I don't want them to leave the jurisdiction of this court. I wish to keep an eye on the girls until they are 18."

"That won't be a problem sir," Jenny answered him. "I have moved to Prescott and have already established myself. I have rented an apartment on Gurley Street (my house in case you were wondering). In addition, I start as a paralegal for Mr. Summers on Monday. You see I have a local residence and local employment and we are in your jurisdiction."

The judge asked Jake if Jenny was going to work for him. I nudged Jake and he said yes sir. It sort of blindsided Jake about the job, but I would cover the cost of Jenny's salary if necessary. Didn't think I would have to as he needed help in the office.

"It is the order of this court that the custody of Molly and Alyssa Kelly is awarded to Jennifer Riley. Miss Riley will be their legal guardian until each girl attains the age of 18. It is so ordered. Court adjourned.

Molly and Alyssa ran to Jennifer. All three were hugging, crying and trying to talk at the same time. I watched them through my tears; I must have gotten some in my eye again.

Ralph began to rant and rave at the judge, at his lawyer, and at me. I stepped toward him but the sheriff, moved between us. 

"Mr. Henning, I suggest you get in your car and head back to Utah. You have just about worn out you welcome here," Bob told him. "Mr. O'Rourke hasn't signed a complaint against you for breaking into his house. YET. 

I'm going to have a drink with my friend Mr. O'Rourke to celebrate the judge's ruling. It should take about an hour. If you are still here after an hour, I will arrest you. Do you get my meaning?"

Ralph left the courtroom at a run. I guess he decided Arizona didn't agree with him.

I loaded all three of the ladies into my truck and drove home. They helped me unload my get away supplies. I told them to go on up to Molly's and Alyssa's and now Jenny's apartment and have a reunion. 

Early evening found all four of us at the restaurant downstairs for dinner. I ate there a lot for two reasons. The food was very good and I usually didn't have to pay for dinner.

The staff had sort of adopted the girls and always made a big fuss over them. After dinner Molly and Alyssa were tired so they went up to their bedrooms. Jenny stayed at my place for a night cap. 

We talked about the hearing and other things. Among other things I learned that Jenny is a trained legal secretary. Maybe I won't have to front her salary after all. 

I also found out that Alice, the girl's mother, was Jenny's younger sister. Jenny is 47 and is 10 years older than Alice. Around 10:30 she started to go join the girls. She stood took a couple of steps and then came back. Putting her hand behind my neck, she pulled me down and gave me a kiss. 

"Thank you for helping my family. It means a lot to me."

"No thanks necessary. After all they are my adopted granddaughters." I laughed. "Good night Jenny."

After she left, I poured myself a bourbon; I needed it to ease the stress of this day. I thought about Jenny and how brave she was to follow her nieces across three states to find them. She had no idea what kind of man had them, but she came for them anyway. 

I found myself thinking of her as not only a friend; but also as a woman. It was the first time I had thought of another woman in that way since my wife was killed. I was sure my Molly would have approved of Jenny and of the way I was feeling.

The next few weeks slipped by and spring came to our town. It's great time of the year. Almost every weekend Jenny, the girls, and I would go fishing, hiking, camping, or just for drives in the mountains. 

As the days past I began to like Jenny more and more. We all usually ate the evening meal together, mostly at my place or the restaurant below. 

Several times Jenny and I went out together to discuss the girls. These 'dates' made me realize that I was developing feelings for her. I didn't say anything to her because I wanted her to be with me because of her feelings, not out of gratitude. 

Steve, the restaurant manager, almost became competition for Jenny's time. He had asked her out several times, but she always gently turned him down. He asked me one day why Jenny wouldn't go out with him. She seemed to like him a lot and he couldn't understand her refusals. I reluctantly told him I would see what I could find out, in a roundabout way.

A couple of weeks later I was at Jake's office doing some business. Jenny was running an errand and was gone. I mentioned that Jenny had not accepted any invitations for dates from Steve or anyone else. I told Jake I was puzzled. I knew she liked Steve but she kept turning him down. 

"You have got to be the dumbest Gunnery Sgt, I have ever met. There is a reason Jenny turns down every date from anyone. You idiot."

"Why the hell are you insulting me Jake? What reason?"

"I always thought all that fighting and gunfire would scramble your brain. I was right. You big dummy, Jenny is in love with you. That's why she won't go on any dates, she waiting for you to get your head out of your ass."

"Your crazy, we're just friends; because of my helping Molly and Alyssa."

"I bet you a thousand dollars that if you ask her out on a real date, she would jump at the chance; a date to talk about things besides the girls. I will bet you another thousand that she jumps your bones before the month is over."

"You better lay off that firewater Jake; it's rotting your brain. I have to go."

All the way back home I thought about what Jake had said. Could it be true? Did she love me? While in the Corps, we were taught to adapt, adjust, and overcome; maybe I needed to adapt my thinking.

That night the girls were at a sleep over at Sheriff Bob's with his kids. You know it's almost incestuous how close everyone is in a small town; well at least in ours. When Jenny came home and started up to her apartment, I call out to her. I invited her to go to dinner with me; she accepted and said she would be back down in about 45 minutes.

Jenny knocked on my door in 40 minutes and I took her hand and led her down stairs. Walking past the entrance to our restaurant, I guided her to my truck. She looked surprised.

"I thought we were going to dinner," she said.

"We are, but to a special place. Jenny I want this to be a real 'date' for us; I don't want it to be just a routine meal at this place and don't want to talk about Molly and Alyssa. If you don't want to go on a real date with me, it's okay; but now is the time to say so."

She looked at me for a minute, gave me a smile and said, "Where are we going?"

The next day I wrote Jake a check for a thousand dollars.

That officially started our courtship. We still took Molly and Alyssa down stairs to eat, on the weekend adventures, and on some of the drives. However, we made time for just the two of us too. Romantic evenings spent getting to know each other better, dancing, and snuggling on my balcony. I wrote Jake another check for a thousand dollars before the month was out.

Three months after our first official date, as close as I can remember it, we called the girls to a meeting in my game room. They came into the room a little hesitantly, not knowing what was going on. Jenny and I were already seated at the large table.

"Ladies I need to talk to you about your future here. Jenny has decided she wants to adopt you both. She loves you and it would make things easier for all of you. How do you feel about her being your mother?"

After getting a nod from Alyssa, Molly said, "That would be great. We love you too, Jenny."

"There is one other thing to discuss tonight. I am going to have to resign as your grandfather when the adoption goes through."

Molly and Alyssa looked at me and tears began to form. "Why Patrick" What have we done?" Molly asked.

"Don't be mean Patrick, tell them," Jenny ordered me.

"Jenny and I are getting married and I can't be your grandfather anymore; I'm going to be your father. Jenny and I are going to adopt you after we are married. Is that okay with you guys?"

Then the floods came. There were tears all over the place from three females. I watched through my own tears, must have gotten something in my eyes again.

Three years have passed and life is good. Molly and Alyssa still live in the top floor apartment. Molly is going to college here in Prescott and Alyssa is going to high school and making all the boy's life hell. 

I am very happy; maybe I have found peace after losing my Molly. It sounds morbid, but Jenny went with me to Molly's grave. I sort of introduced them and told Molly all about Jenny. Jenny wasn't freaked out about it and seemed to understand why I needed to do it. Jenny and I visit Molly at her grave once a month or so. 

All and all, I think I got a fantastic reward for helping two young ladies in a snow storm.

As one of my favorite English authors says Life goes on.



Molly & Ash Party



This is a work of fiction though my partner says she wishes it wasn’t and all names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

We met up with our friends the other week and Ash the wife had been invited to perform for a bachelor party.

Molly my partner is rather a shy person and not too experienced in things sexual but has always  been quite willing to try new things. After a great deal of persuasion and some arm-twisting she was coaxed into doing the party with Ash our friends wife. She had never been involved with a woman before nor had she ever had sex with anyone else but me since we teamed up as a couple. We decided she was to be dressed as a bride and Ash as the groom. 

Ash comes round to our place late afternoon to prepare for the evening. We invite her into our bedroom and together we slowly strip Molly - what a lovely sight to see her lovely body slowly revealed. First we remove her dress revealing her bra-encased breasts and her pantyhose enclosed panties,covering her delightful enticing cunt. Next we remove the pantyhose and then slowly slide her panties down her legs,very slowly and sensuously. I do like doing this for her, sliding my hands down her superb legs, feeling how smooth and sexy they are. She is now standing with only her bra on. What a beautiful sight! I let Ash trim her pussy hair into a nice heart shape. My next act is to move behind her and unclip her bra, making sure that the straps slide slowly off her shoulders so I can eventually cup her two twin peaks from behind. How I love the feel of her titties with nipples slowly erecting, bringing themselves to attention, expecting to be fondled or sucked. Today there is unfortunately no time for these pleasures. We have to get to the club for the party. Ash produces a sexy purple thong for Molly to put on as a start to being dressed as a bride. Molly’s lovely pussy is now covered but still quite visible as the thong is very flimsy and quite see-thru. Next to be donned are the hold-up stockings in a pastel shade of lilac. I allow her to finish off for comfort after I have rolled them up each of her legs. A dark blue garter is added to her left thigh for show. A pair of very high-heeled stiletto shoes finishes off the bottom half of the ensemble. Molly now looks almost irresistible. Topless and wearing these brilliant hold-ups. I find it very hard to resist throwing her onto the bed and ravishing her, but I must desist. The next item to be donned is a specially made basque with a zip down the front and cut outs where the titties should be. Sensational it is - especially on her!!! I take great delight in putting bright red lipstick on her nipples to make them stand out even more than they usually do. Finally the dress itself, a lovely flowing white well fitted wedding dress topped off with veil which we remove whilst travelling to the venue. Ash now gets herself dressed as a groom. Lovely white shirt tailored trousers, vest but NO underwear. When the jacket is on her she looks the part. With a carnation in her buttonhole we are ready to go. Oh how nice it would be to stay and party with just the three of us but the temptation has to be resisted. The die has been cast, we must be off. 

On arrival at the club we are shown into a little dressing room for our final preparation of Molly and Ash and we are told they will be called at the appropriate time for their act. In the dressing room we find a glass of champagne for each of us. The girls drink theirs down quite quickly to give them a buzz to help with the acts coming up. I refill their glasses and the second glass slips down smoothly. They are now in a very mellow state and looking forward to the performance. The time arrives and Molly and Ash are shown to the arena for their performance. It is a very intimate arena, quite small with a raised stage in the centre and comfortable seats surrounding the raised portion. The seats are within touching distance and are all occupied by horny men,especially the groom to be.

The music starts. The wedding march has appropriately been chosen and they enter to tumultuous applause, cheering and wolf whistles. Two bridesmaids who have joined accompany them from another dressing room. The room name for them is a complete misnomer as they are completely naked. One, a very large breasted coloured girl with large hooped nipple rings. The other a small slim small-breasted blonde with rings thru her lower lips and clitoris. They all take a bow to more cheers and wolf whistles and then the maids melt off into the audience to provide "comfort" for the men whilst Molly and Ash perform. 

The music now changes and they start their performance by dancing a waltz together. During the waltz Ash starts unbuttoning Molly’s dress (I forgot to mention that it buttoned down the back)one button at a time. Sensuously the dress slips down,they have to stop the dancing as it is getting in the way of their feet. Molly lets it fall in a pool at her feet and Ash bends down to remove it as Molly steps out of it. A great gasp followed by a loud cheer greets the sight of Molly's prominent lipstick covered nipples and the see thru thong. The dance is resumed and Ash removes her jacket and vest.  As they continue the waltz Molly starts undoing the buttons on Ash's shirt. As more and more buttons are undone the audience gradually become aware that the groom has breasts (remember Ash didn’t wear a bra). Another gasp and cheer goes up from the ever more aroused audience. Ash's shirt is finally completely unbuttoned and now removed. She is topless!  On the next circuit the zip on Molly's bustier is pulled down an inch at a time until it is completely undone and the bustier is removed. Molly is now also topless. A few final circuits of them dancing tit to tit are made, getting them both as aroused as the audience. 

The music stops and a sort of mattress is brought onto the stage. Ash removes Molly’s thong and Molly removes Ash’s trousers, shoes and socks making her stark naked and all Molly has on is her stockings, garter and stiletto heeled shoes. They both lie on the mattress and Molly now removes her shoes. Ash slides the garter off Molly’s leg and throws it to the prospective groom in the audience. She now slides her hand up Molly’s legs and continues up her thighs until she reaches her extremely wet cunt. Molly is very aroused, as is Ash, hence the very wet cunt. Ash caresses Molly’s lower lips for a while and then moves further upward to reach her aching breasts. Molly utters a soft moan as Ash begins to caress them one at a time. She moves closer and her mouth envelops one of Molly’s nipples. It becomes so aroused, standing up like a pencil eraser. Ash spends quite a while playing with this nipple before moving on to the other one, continuing to caress Molly’s other tit with her hands at the same time. Now it is the turn of the other nipple. Molly can hardly stand the tension building up inside her. Having set Molly’s titties into full arousal Ash eventually moves back down Molly’s body and soon reaches the divide between her legs. One of Ash’s fingers is inserted into Molly’s waiting cunt. She finds Molly’s clit and strokes it tenderly. Molly’s arousal increases in leaps and bounds. How long can she survive before her first orgasm. She is almost there when Ash removes her fingers only to start on Molly’s ass. She slips first one then two of her well-lubricated fingers into Molly’s ass and proceeds to fuck her with them. Pain quickly turns to pleasure and Molly is approaching orgasm again when Ash cruelly removes them, lies down herself and gestures for Molly to give her similar treatment. 

Molly takes the hint and starts by caressing Ash’s legs and thighs on the way up to her throbbing wet cunt. She inserts one, two, three fingers into Ash with no trouble, Ash is very wet and slippery, well lubricated to accept the fingers. Molly proceeds to finger fuck Ash, raising her arousal as hers had been earlier. Ash is almost there when they both notice me approaching from the wings. What have I in my hands? It is a large double dildo for both of them. Ash takes it from me and inserts it into Molly’s dripping cunt before putting the other end into her equally dripping cunt. They are now joined together with this large double dildo, one end in each cunt. The audience goes wild again. They are being given the show of their lives. Here are Molly and Ash facing each other,legs slightly overlapping, pushing this lovely large object into each other’s squelchy aroused cunt. Something has to give. It does. By an almost a million to one chance they both cum simultaneously. The impact is so great they both just about lose consciousness. HEAVEN!!!! When they have both recovered Ash removes the dildo from her cunt and stuffs her end into Molly’s ass, much to Molly's surprise and pleasure. Ash fucks Molly with it in both holes until she cummmmmmsssss again whereupon Ash removes it completely and throws it into the audience for their pleasure. They now hug each other and share a long sensuous kiss. Both are rubbing each other’s breasts at the same time. They think this is the end of the show.......... little do they know that it is actually only the start..........The M.C. has many more plans for both of them and the night is still young.

The M.C. comes up to Molly and brings the prosective groom,(his name is Brett and he is 6ft5ins well proportioned with well-defined musculature and what is more he is very handsome)and his prospective best man, James, onto the stage and introduces them to her. She can see that both men have undone their zippers and both are sporting large appendages sticking out from their respective clothing. Instead of the expected handshake Brett takes Molly into a clinch, kisses her very strongly and attempts to insert his tongue into her mouth. She is so aroused that she welcomes it and reciprocates, sticking her tongue into his mouth at the same time. Ash is getting the same treatment from James and in addition to the sexy kissing both men are rubbing their cocks against Molly and Ash’s soft slimy wet cunts respectively. Just rubbing up and down for the moment, mingling their pre-cum with the sexy feminine juices. At the end of the introductions Brett and James take both women by the hand to the bar in the corner. More champagne for all. After another couple of glasses each Molly and Ash are really buzzing and ready for anything. 

Brett takes Molly back to his seat in the auditorium and it turns out to be more of a couch than a seat, certainly there is room for both he and Molly upon it. He now asks Molly to strip him so she will be on equal terms as regards clothing. She starts with his jacket and continues with his vest, revealing his white ruffle fronted shirt which she now proceeds to unbutton one button at a time until the front is completely gaping open. She removes the shirt and gives a quick kiss to each of his nipples. Next in line are the shoes and socks so she can pull down the unzipped trousers together with his boxers. These two garments are removed together by her with a flourish and he is now more naked than she.(Remember she still has her stockings on). He sits down and pulls Molly down onto his lap facing him so that he may play with her nipples whilst fucking her. She sinks down onto his large prick that has no difficulty in sliding straight into her awaiting cunt. She is so aroused that it goes in right up to his pubes despite its huge size - the last time she saw anything approaching the size of his prick was when she had spotted a donkey in a field whilst out walking. What bliss!  She is filled with a fantastically beautiful weapon, which now proceeds to fuck her as she has never been fucked before. She is very aroused from her encounter with Ash so it is no surprise to her that with a cunt full of meat and her nipples being licked and titties lightly sexily caressed her orgasm is very soon achieved. She shudders to a massive climax, which causes Brett to stiffen and pour all his pent up juice into the very depths of her cunt. Ash meanwhile has been subjected to very much the same treatment and the whole crowd hears the moans from both women in quick succession.

Molly is now passed along to the next man who has stripped in anticipation and was watching intently as Brett fucked her. He sits Molly on his lap facing away from him and unlike Brett immediately inserts his slightly less large prick into her anal aperture. Similar to Brett's entry though she is so well prepared by the dildo so he has no problem in going into her ass right up to his pubes with very little resistance. As he starts fucking Molly, Ash comes over and lies at her feet so she can feed from Brett's sperm which is now starting to slowly ooze out of Molly’s wide open ravaged cunt. The sight of Ash eating Molly is met with more huge cheers and wolf whistles. She sucks up the sperm and now rises to her knees and embraces Molly. How nice for Molly to feel Ash’s tits against hers again. Ash moves to kiss Molly and when their lips meet and part Molly finds Ash is pushing a share of Brett's sperm into her mouth. Molly swallows it down with relish and her arousal becomes more intense - has she ever been on such a high for so long? The man currently fucking her ass has obviously seen all this happening before his eyes and as a result he does not take long before he cums into the depths of Molly’s bowels. She has now had sperm in all three of her holes. 

Molly is passed again to the next person in line and he prefers to have her facing him whilst fucking her. This time whilst being fucked in the cunt she feels someone come up behind her and insert his prick into her ass. Superb thrills for her - double penetration, what more lovely surprises can she find this magical evening. The time seems to stand still but all good things must come to an end and the two men eventually cum into her two orifices filling her with yet more sperm. The passing on continues for three more pairs and by the end of all these exchanges she is full to overflowing in her two nether holes. Is this the end for the night? 

Molly and Ash have now serviced all the men in the small theatre. They are now taken up onto the stage again and are now grabbed by two men who have come from off-stage. An X shaped piece of apparatus equipped with sort of handcuffs for hands and feet is now brought onto the stage. Molly and Ash are dragged over to the apparatus and their hands and feet fastened such that their legs are well apart and their hands are above their heads and also well apart. They are now in a very vulnerable position and in no way able to defend themselves against anything that may now occur. Containers are placed beneath both to catch the cum that is now flowing freely from their nether holes. The groom to be is now brought back onto the stage and re-introduced to Molly who now wonders what is going to happen next - it will not be long before she finds out. His best man James is also re-introduced and takes up his stance in a similar position in front of Ash. 

Before Molly has completed her musings Brett has moved closer to her and given her left breast a hard slap. She has hardly any time to react before he repeats the action on her right breast Ash is receiving similar treatment from James. Screams from both women ring out around the auditorium. Whack! Whack! Another hard slap on each tit for each of them. Their lovely breasts are turning from a sexy white to an angry looking red. More screams from both. "Whack! Whack! Yet more slaps. Brett now steps in and grabs Molly’s nipples - one in each hand - and starts to pull. This elicits yet more screams but he appears heartless and continues pulling. It feels to Molly as though he is pulling her nipples off. The pain is obviously excruciating but he still continues until she faints from the severity of the pain. Whilst she remains unconscious he fastens nipple clamps to her with a chain linking them and a large weight attached to the chain. Unseen by Molly, Ash has also suffered the same fate and they are both sort of hanging there with this large weight pulling down on their nipples. Molly regains consciousness and discovers what has been done to her. Soon further indignities will be perpetrated upon their persons. Brett returns with two very large items in his hands, one a model of an extra large size penis and the second a model of a bear’s penis. The extra large human model is rammed into Molly’s drained slimy cunt and the bear’s penis slowly slid into her ass. Ash is subjected to the same treatment and they are both being fucked artificially with these inhuman instruments of sexual delight. Just before Molly reaches yet another climax a blindfold is placed over her eyes and after she has exploded in yet another huge cummmmm she is taken down from the cross and laid on the mattress to await what turns out to be her final experience of the evening.

Obviously unseen by her, a small bathtub is brought onto the stage, the contents of which she is about to experience shortly. Her hands are tied behind her back and she is carried over to the bathtub and slowly lowered into it. She can never have felt anything like this when she has bathed in the past. The bathtub has been filled with..............human sperm!!!!!!! It has been warmed to just below body temperature so when she is lowered into it she feels it to be on the cold side. She is now being bathed in more cum than she has probably encountered in her whole life. She finds herself fully immersed from head to toe and if she has not closed her mouth she will soon do so to prevent choking on it. The audience is by now delirious, they have never in their lives seen anything like this before. She is left in the bath for several minutes before being lifted out, now completely smothered in cooling slimy sperm. It is all in her hair both head and pubic as well as covering her whole body. Ash now receives the same treatment and when she is removed both women are placed together for one last girl-girl encounter. After giving them a few minutes to comfort and caress each other and to enjoy this new experience wallowing together in huge amounts of male sperm Brett and James force them apart,lie them down on the mattress and proceed to give them their final fuckings of the whole evenings performance. They slide about together kissing and cuddling whilst the men give them their final climax of the show. They finally stagger to their feet to huge applause, cheers and wolf whistles and are shown finally to the showers to be able to clean themselves up before being allowed to dress and then escorted to their transport home with purses containing a large number of high denomination currency. They are physically and mentally exhausted but both agree the experience has been worth every minute and both of them say they would do it again anytime!     



Molly and Ashleigh



"Yeah, suck my cock, slut... god that feels so good..."

Ashleigh smiled around the cock of the boy thrusting in and out of her mouth, sucking at it a bit harder. She was lying on her back in the middle of a group of men, some who she knew, some who she didn't. Her best friend had just turned twenty one and of course threw a party, complete with alcohol, illicit drugs, and an endless supply of sex.

Ashleigh had a cock in each of her hands, and she stroked and pumped them to the best of her ability, spreading their pre-cum over the lengths of the shafts. The greedy boys were reaching for her tits, squeezing the mounds of flesh in their hands, pinching and twisting her nipples until they were dark with abuse. Her legs were spread open and she had a dick shoved in each of her holes, two boys pounding at her dripping slit and her gaping asshole. She didn't know how many other boys stood off in the shadows, stroking themselves, waiting for their turn. There were other girls at the party, other whores they could have banged, other mouths to fuck. But Ashleigh was the best of them. And they knew it.

The boy who was pounding her pussy began to increase his pace, driving into her as hard as he could, and she arched her back at the feeling. "Yeah, fuck that sweet cunt, spray your jizz deep inside of her!" The voice came from somewhere to her right. Above her, the guy that was fucking her mouth began to moan loudly, grabbing her face with his hands and thrusting in and out of her mouth frantically. "Yeah, you like that, bitch?" she heard him say. "You like it when I fuck your face like this?" She moaned enthusiastically, sending vibrations up his dick, bringing the boy closer and closer to release. A mess of saliva and pre-cum dribbled out the sides of her lips, down her cheeks and her chin. He was going to cum soon. She wanted him to cum on her tongue, wanted him to shoot his sweet sperm straight down her throat. She swirled the tip of her tongue around his head, sucking as hard as she could, until there was no more air left in her mouth.

There were moans on either side of her, and she felt something wet and sticky land on her chest, followed by rough hands spreading the cum across her tits. She took her hand off of the spent cock and latched onto her aching clit, rubbing the hood, bringing herself to the edge. The cocks in her ass and her pussy began to spasm, and then several pulses of hot liquid shot into both of her holes. The boy in her mouth was bucking against her face, and she arched her back, pressing on her clit as hard as she could, and then she came, seconds before him, a hot jet of sticky cum shooting into her mouth, sliding down her throat, dripping out the sides of the mouth that was still wrapped around his pulsating cock. She moaned loudly, riding the waves of her own orgasm as they shot through her. The boy pulled slowly out of her mouth, allowing her to lick the last drops of cum off the tip of his dick, before he stepped away, spent.

Ashleigh smiled and licked her lips seductively, lapping up the last remnants of the boy's cum. Then she looked around suggestively.

"Who's next?"



Molly was sitting on the sofa in the living room, zoning out to the television. Her stepdaughter Ashleigh had stayed out late again. Molly tried to police the girl's actions, to establish some kind of order in the house, but Ashleigh had grown ever more rebellious since her father left.

Molly's first marriage had ended in a flurry of accusations and tears, and in her growing need for companionship and someone to take away the pain, she began serial dating. It was during this time that she met David. He was sweet, caring, and sensitive, and understood the pain that her ex-husband had left her with; it was the same pain his own ex-wife had inflicted upon him. They clung to each other out of desperation, inseparable from the beginning. David's visits to her house soon became nights slept over, and within weeks he had practically moved in. Six months later they were married.

David had a daughter from his own previous marriage; Ashleigh was nineteen when they met, and she was not happy to have Molly around. She was already rather edgy at the time, strutting around town with other loose cannons on the fringes of society, getting drunk and high in strangers' basements. Molly suspected now that she had done it for the attention; the divorce of her parents had driven her close to the edge. And Molly's presence had not helped the situation. David would bring her to Molly's house when he could, preferring she stay there rather than pass out in the bed of someone he didn't know. Ashleigh resisted as much as she could; her dislike of Molly was visible, and Molly, having no experience with wayward daughters, loathed the girl with an equal fervor. 

David's attempts to care for his daughter were poor, as much as he felt he should be doing so; and Molly, caring nothing for the girl, ignored Ashleigh's behaviour, reasoning that it was her choice to ruin her life. Besides, she and David were both wrapped up in their own heartache and the love they thought they felt for each other, and did not pay much attention to Ashleigh's spiraling out of control anyway; and she was pushed over the edge without either of them noticing. That is, until their own marriage started falling apart. The two were never compatible, not even from the start, their only connection being a comparable need to nurse the wounds of their previous marriages and to not be alone. But two years later, they both fell into disillusionment, each exaggerating the other's flaws and fighting at every chance they could. Coupled with the stress of Ashleigh's defiant activities, their flimsy marriage was pushed past the breaking point. Eventually David decided he could take no more, of either Molly or his own wayward daughter, who he had no idea how to control, and he left the both of them for a pretty blonde with blue eyes and voluptuous tits, and no children to speak of.

Ashleigh was left alone with her stepmother.

To say their relationship was strained would be a gross understatement. The twenty year old refused to listen to Molly, always taunting her with claims of, "You're not even my real mother!" She left the house at all times of the day and night and returned – or didn't – whenever she so pleased. She had barely made it through community college the previous year, and had given up and dropped out once her father left. She resented Molly for being the reason her father left her, and treated the woman a little better than she would a pile of shit.

Molly, herself, was no better. She never much liked the little brat, especially since Ashleigh had been trying to get rid of her since she met David. She could not believe it when he left and didn't take her with him – having to live alone with the girl just added insult to injury.

She heard the lock click on the front door and jumped up, striding furiously into the foyer. Her stepdaughter stumbled over the threshold, swaying slightly and reeking of alcohol and sweat and something else foul. She slammed the door behind her, falling back onto it and raising her head. Her dirty blonde hair hung lank and unruly about her face; red lipstick was smeared across one of her cheeks, and remnants of black makeup faded into dark circles around her eyes. Molly stood in front of her, arms crossed over her chest, scowling at the pathetic excuse for a girl. Ashleigh scoffed, snarled, "The fuck are you looking at?" and began making her way clumsily up the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going young lady?" Molly asked in a stern voice. Ashleigh didn't respond.

"Come back down here this instant!"

"Go to hell," was Ashleigh's slurred reply. She reached the landing and turned left down the hallway.

Molly took three deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, and followed her stepdaughter up the stairs. The door to the bathroom was ajar, and she could hear retching noises coming from inside. She peeked in the doorway as she walked past and saw Ashleigh with her head resting on the toilet bowl, eyes half open. Molly shook her head in disgust, closed the door, and retreated to her room.



The next evening found Molly sitting upstairs on Ashleigh's bed, this time with a belt in her hands.

Ashleigh had gone out again. She didn't bother to sneak, even though Molly told her that morning she was expressly forbidden to leave the house. She just strolled right out the front door like the little bitch that she was. After last night, Molly decided that she was sick and tired of dealing with her behaviour, and that Ashleigh was going to have to be disciplined.

The front door opened, but Molly didn't move, instead waiting for Ashleigh to make her way upstairs to her room. After a few minutes the door opened and Ashleigh fell across the threshold. When she saw Molly sitting on her bed her eyes narrowed, but then they widened considerably once she saw what Molly held in her hands.

"Where the hell have you been?" Molly said in a measured voice.

Ashleigh didn't respond; she was too busy eyeing the belt in Molly's hands. 

"Where. Have. You. Been?" Molly's voice was low and dangerous. Ashleigh shifted on her feet, brought her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Out," she managed to say.

"Out where?"

Suddenly the fire came back into the girl's eyes. "It's none of your fucking business!" she spat. 

That's it, Molly thought. Something snapped inside of her. She jumped up from the bed and started towards Ashleigh, who fell back against the door, eyes wide with disbelief. Molly grabbed her by the arm and began dragging her across the room. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?! Let go of me!" But Molly refused to relinquish her vice-like grip, pulling the girl to the bed and throwing her down face first on the mattress.

"Some balls you got there, huh?" She said, climbing on top of the girl and doing her best to pin her down. "I'm fucking sick of you and your disobedience." Ashleigh was putting up a fight beneath her, but Molly sat on top of her back, effectively stopping her movements. She reached down for the edge of the girl's miniskirt and pulled it up, revealing her bare ass.

"Not wearing any panties, huh? You've been out whoring around, haven't you." Molly wasn't asking; she knew what her slut stepdaughter was up to. She reached for the belt and folded it in half, raising it up high.

"You're going to listen to me whether you like it or not."

And with that, she brought the belt down hard on the girl's right ass cheek. A loud smack! resounded throughout the room. Ashleigh yelped and jumped beneath her, squirming to get away, but Molly wasn't letting up. She raised her hand and brought the belt down hard, this time on her left cheek. Again and again, Molly brought the leather down on Ashleigh, who continued to cry out in pain beneath her.

By the time she was finished, Ashleigh's skin was smarting; thick, fat red welts covered her flesh as the blood rose to the agitated skin. She was trembling underneath her stepmother, the only noises she made pitiful whimpers emanating from her throat. Molly was breathing heavily. She was staring down at Ashleigh's abused bottom, and she felt something stirring between her legs. She wanted to touch it. Tentatively she reached down, placing her palms flush against the girl's ass. She squeezed her flesh, rubbing her hands over the reddened mounds, as if to soothe the pain away. Suddenly she noticed the wetness in her panties, and she felt a heat rise to her face. She hadn't been aroused by the act of spanking her stepdaughter... had she?

Without a word she climbed off of the bed and made her way to the door, leaving Ashleigh alone and whimpering in her room.

She was still wet, and every time she pictured the red swellings on Ashleigh's ass she felt another jolt of arousal shoot through her pussy. In the dark hallway she closed her eyes and allowed herself to relive what she had just done; the sound of leather hitting flesh, the yelps and whimpers of the trembling girl beneath her, the red flush that had spread over every surface of her plump, juicy ass... Molly moaned, a low groan escaping from her throat. She was clutching the wall for support – her cunt was on fire. That's it, I can't take it anymore, I need to cum...

Molly pushed herself up off of the wall and all but ran to her room, closing the door behind her and sinking down onto the floor. Before she even touched the ground her hand was already shoved deep inside her pants, probing into her wet slit and rubbing vigorously at her clit. She's a filthy little slut, and she deserves to be spanked... An endless string of moans escaped her throat. Her eyes were closed, but she could see her fantasy clearly: her hands running over Ashleigh's smooth, soft flesh, kneading and groping at her pretty white mounds; and then Molly raised her hand up high, and brought it down, hard, on Ashleigh's cheek, and the girl squirmed beneath her, crying, Please, Mommy, stop! It hurts...! but she kept going, smack!, spanking her naughty little girl, because the filthy slut needed to be punished; smack!, and her skin was red and agitated, and Molly leaned down and stuck out her tongue and ran it over the bruised flesh, soothing the pain with her soft, wet tongue...

"Oh god, fuck yes!"

Her orgasm rocked her body; she pumped her fingers in and out of her dripping cunt, the palm of her hand grinding against her clit, waves of pleasure spreading outwards from her clenching pussy. She bucked against her hand, shuddering from the intensity, falling against the door as her climax crested and began to fade away.

Her head rested upon her shoulder, and her chest rose and fell with every shaky breath she took. She thought for a moment about the image that had brought her to orgasm, of her tongue running against Ashleigh's rosy flesh...

Another twinge of arousal caused her clit to throb. Ashleigh could do with a few more punishments...



Ashleigh did not leave her room the next day. Molly woke up early and cooked breakfast, did some laundry, and cleaned up around the house; not once did she see her stepdaughter flouncing around as if she owned the place. It seemed as though Molly had scared her up enough the night before, and the girl had stayed confined to her room out of fear of what she might do next. That didn't stop Molly from fantasizing about her, however. It didn't stop her from imagining the feel of her hands on Ashleigh's smooth bottom, the way her flesh bounced as Molly smacked her again and again, the blood-red flush on her pretty white skin...

Her panties were soaking wet. They had been all day long; she couldn't go more than a few minutes without feeling another twinge of her pussy, her juices dripping out of her. It was starting to get dark outside, and Molly thought she had waited long enough. With a look of determination on her face, she made her way to her stepdaughter's room.

She pushed the door open and immediately her breath caught in her throat; Ashleigh was lying face down on the bed, in nothing but a small tank top and pink panties, her sweet mounds rising up from the mattress. She was doing something on her phone, but when the door opened she looked up, and her eyes widened with fear at the sight of Molly, who stepped into the room.

"Hello, Ashleigh."

The girl had moved to sit up, as if to make sure her ass was as far away from Molly's reach as possible. Unfazed, Molly continued to walk towards her, sitting on the edge of the bed, hands folded in her lap.

"Ashleigh I want to talk to you about something."

Ashleigh averted her eyes and mumbled, "What?"

Molly sighed lightly and continued. "Ashleigh, you're a filthy little whore." The girl jerked her head towards her stepmother, eyes shooting daggers at the older woman. "You disobey me, ignore me, and undermine my authority. You strut around town, whoring around and doing god knows what else. And I've had enough of you and your behaviour. So it's time you learn your lesson."

There was a fire burning in Ashleigh's eyes. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Crazy bitch! Who gave you permission to discipline me? You're not even my real mother!"

Molly had anticipated her defiance. She moved quickly across the bed, Ashleigh's eyes regaining the fear at her sudden movement. Within seconds she had her hand tangled in the girl's hair, the strands wrapped tightly around her fist, and she pulled, hard, dragging the girl off of the bed and onto the floor. She stood, looking down at Ashleigh's curled up form, hands clutching at her head, and she spat, "I will not tolerate this behaviour!" The girl was rocking slightly, whimpering in pain.

Molly sat down on the bed. "Get up." Ashleigh did not hesitate to follow her orders. She stood up on shaky legs and stumbled over to where Molly sat. Molly looked her up and down, raking her eyes over Ashleigh's form. She could see why she liked to whore herself around; she had a fit body, with full breasts that sat up high on her chest and curves that accentuated her frame. Molly's eyes lingered over the small triangle of cloth that dipped into her crotch, and could only imagine the pretty pink pussy that lay underneath it. And that ass...

"Take your panties off."

Ashleigh's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?" she asked shakily.

"Panties OFF," Molly repeated, her voice stern and dangerous. Ashleigh moved her arms slowly, grasping at the edges of her briefs, sliding them down her thighs. Molly, growing impatient, grabbed the girl roughly and pulled her closer, yanking the cotton down past her knees and throwing her over her lap.

"I don't have time for this," she growled, and, ignoring Ashleigh's pleas to stop, raised her hand and brought it down roughly on Ashleigh's flesh.

Smack!

The girl cried out beneath her, and the sound rang in Molly's ears, sending a jolt of pleasure down to her groin. A quite visible red handprint began to surface on Ashleigh's cheek; Molly ran the palm of her hand over the marking, soothing the agitated skin. She lifted her hand and brought it down again, this time on the same spot, the blood rising furiously to the surface, Ashleigh shrieking beneath her. Again and again she spanked the girl, rubbing her palm over the skin after each hit.

"You've been a naughty little girl, haven't you?" Molly said. "You've been a filthy little whore... letting those boys shove their cocks into you... sucking them hard until they cum all down your throat... what would your Daddy say, if he knew what you were doing?" She was taunting the girl, punctuating her sentences with more strikes of her palm.

Somewhere in all of this, Ashleigh's cries had stopped seeming so painful, and a twinge of pleasure seemed to color the sounds escaping her throat... Molly's pussy was dripping wet, and she wondered if Ashleigh's was as well. She rubbed her palm against the girl's skin, moving her hand lower and lower until she began to approach the heat between the girl's legs. She stuck out two fingers and ran them over the girl's slit, her fingers becoming coated with Ashleigh's juices.

"You like this, don't you, you filthy slut?" Molly asked, rubbing her fingers against Ashleigh's wet pussy. The girl was grinding slowly against her, soft moans escaping her throat. When she did not respond, Molly took her fingers off the girl's pussy, bringing her palm down hard against her cheek.

"Answer me!"

"Yes," was Ashleigh's answer, the word escaping her throat in the midst of a breathy moan. Molly put her fingers on the girl's clit, pressing down hard. Ashleigh squirmed beneath her.

"Let's get one thing straight," Molly said, running her other hand up and down Ashleigh's back, and over her two mounds of flesh. "Your father left you. He left you with me. You are living in my house, and from now on, under my rules. For all intents and purposes, I am your mother. You will refer to me as such. Until I think you have learned your lesson, you will refer to me as 'Mommy' and do as I say. Do you understand me?"




Molly and Ashleigh



"Yes," Ashleigh breathed. Molly grabbed her clit with two fingers and pinched it, hard. Ashleigh cried out beneath her, not expecting the sudden pain.

"Yes, what?" Molly growled.

"Yes... Mommy," Ashleigh managed to say.

"That's it..." A devilish grin began to spread across Molly's face. She was loving the power she had over this girl. After months of the little brat doing whatever she pleased, Molly was finally gaining the upper hand. Who knew that all it took was a good spanking to get a little obedience?

Molly instructed Ashleigh to get down on the floor on all fours, and the girl obeyed. Molly joined her on the ground, standing on her knees behind the girl, and shoved her fingers deep into Ashleigh's cunt. Ashleigh gasped as she arched her back, raising her butt up in the air. Molly stared hungrily at the tantalizing rosy color of her skin, and began slapping her palm against the girl, deepening the colour. High-pitched squeals escaped Ashleigh's throat with each strike, her juices seeping out of her and drenching Molly's fingers.

"Oh, yes, Mommy... spank me... I've been such a naughty little girl..."

Molly could feel the girl's pussy clenching around her fingers, and she knew she was close to cumming. Ashleigh was bucking back against her fingers, moaning with each strike of Molly's palm against her skin. Molly pumped her fingers in and out of Ashleigh's cunt, shoving them deep inside of her; she placed her thumb against the girl's clit, grinding it against the nub as hard as she could. Ashleigh didn't last much longer; she dropped her head to the floor and cried out as her orgasm shook her, shoving her cunt back onto Molly's fingers, her clit throbbing beneath the pad of Molly's thumb. As she regained her breathing, Molly slid her fingers out of her pussy. Her juices oozed out of her dripping cunt, trickling down the insides of her thighs.

While Ashleigh's climax died down, Molly was still very aroused, her pussy on fire and throbbing in her now soaking panties. She was close to the edge, and could very easily grind herself against the palm of her hand and cum within a few seconds; but she wanted something else. She wanted to feel Ashleigh's smooth skin sliding beneath her cunt.

Molly wasted no time in pushing her pants off of her legs; the scent of her desire hit her as she exposed herself. She quickly climbed on top of Ashleigh and pressed her soaking slit against the girl's ass. She ground her clit hard against the crevice, eyes rolling in the back of her head at the feeling of the smooth skin sliding beneath her. Molly was breathing heavily, and she leaned down, pressing herself against the girl's back. She brought her hand up to Ashleigh's face and shoved her fingers in the girl's mouth, coating them with Ashleigh's saliva, before reaching back and pressing them into her seething cunt, fucking herself as she rode her stepdaughter.

And then she came: her pussy clenched around her fingers and she squeezed her legs together as her climax exploded inside of her, a rush of pleasure shooting through her with each buck of her hips. She continued to hump against Ashleigh as she rode it out, until the feeling on her clit ebbed into a dull throb.

Molly collapsed on top of Ashleigh, who still had not moved beneath her, her chest rising and falling as she worked to regain her breath. After a moment, she rolled off of the girl and sat up, reaching out to run her hand along the length of Ashleigh's body.

"I think that's enough punishment for you for one night," she said, slapping her palm lightly against the girl's skin. "But you're going to have to be disciplined a lot more to make up for what you've done. We're gonna make sure you learn your lesson."

And with that, Molly stood up, grabbed her clothes, and turned to leave the room, leaving Ashleigh alone on the floor.



Molly & Dan Confess



"Why the hell not," I said as I toweled myself dry.

"Oh, baby. Are you sure?" Molly asked from in the shower. 

I could see the outline of her gorgeous body through the shower curtain as she had her arms up and back arched with her hands reaching over her head to ring out her long hair, her firm 34D breasts pushed up and out.

I shrugged and hung the towel on a rack then headed into the adjacent bedroom as I heard the shower water go off. I plopped down on the bed and considered what we were talking about. Swinging. An open marriage. There was certainly some surge of jealousy at the idea of my wife with other men, but it was overcome by imagining just how hot it would be, along with being able to fuck other women.

Molly came out of the bathroom while still toweling off, and I marveled for the zillionth at how damn gorgeous she is. At 26 years old, Molly still had the hot juicy body she had back in high school when we first met, and her addiction to aerobics over the last few years had given her a firm athletic look. Soft blonde hair, bright blue eyes set in an adorable cheeky face with pouty lips. Her body was some little package at 5'3 and 120 pounds with a narrow waist, big juicy tits, and a perfect bubble butt topping sleek muscular thighs. God, I loved looking at her. She caught me looking and smiled, then tossed the towel aside and got into bed on her side facing me.

"I think it would be hot," she said as she ran a hand along my thigh.

"So do I," I was being agreeable, but the truth is that I was afraid that we might be opening Pandora's Box. The idea scared and thrilled me.

Molly leaned forward to kiss my lips gently as her hand circled my hardening penis. Our lips came together softly for a long moment, then Molly pulled back and looked into my eyes. Her stroking had my cock fully erect. "Dan, we have to be honest," she said. "I have to tell you something. Please don't be mad."

My heart leaped as I knew what it had to be. My voice trembled. "Go on," I said.

Her voice was low. A whisper. "I cheated on you once."

I should've been angry. But one look at her soft beautiful face, seeing the fear there, melted me. God I love her. I let her off the hook. "Baby," I said, "I did too."

The fear left Molly's face and for a moment I was afraid it would be replaced by anger. But I was happy to see instead a look of amusement come to her face. Her hand still pumped my hard dick. She rolled over a bit to lay a thigh over mine and her other hand went down to my balls and she traced fingers through my pubes.

"Tell me yours," Molly said.

I hesitated, then figured fuck it and blurted the story out. It was at a New Years Eve party a few years back and I had gone outside in the night to catch a smoke by the garage when I was joined by one of Molly's friends, a thin brunette named Lisa. We were both a bit drunk and started kissing and groping, then Lisa took out my cock and jerked it as she squatted down and sucked me while I leaned back against the garage wall.

Molly jacked my cock with firmer strokes and fingered my testicles as I continued on with my story. 

Lisa ran her tongue over the head before pushing her lips around it and sucking up and down on my man meat. She was good, but not as good as Molly. Lisa used both her hands to yank the shaft as she slobbered over my cock, her head bobbing back and forth. I punched my hips forward to fuck into her hot mouth, close to losing control, then pulled back so that my wet cock popped out of Lisa's hungry mouth.

Molly suddenly swung herself up and straddled my thighs as she jerked my throbbing cock, making it slick with pre-cum fluids that slid over her fist. "Keep talking," she said as she lowered herself and guided my penis into her slick pussy.

I wanted to fuck Lisa. I took her by the hands and helped her stand, then I turned her to the garage wall and pressed to her back, reaching under her arms to grope her tits through her blouse. Lisa moaned and arched back to me, pressing her butt against my dick. I reached down with one hand while holding a tit in the other, and lifted the back of her skirt and slid my hand between her thighs to cup her panty covered pussy mound. Lisa shuddered and her panties were soaked as I fingered the crotch aside and slipped the finger into her hot little quim. Lisa bucked her bottom upward, urging me on. She was ready.

Molly rode my cock slowly, her hands on my chest, as I told the story. Her blue eyes were filled with excitement. I reached out and palmed her tits and erect nipples.

I pulled my finger out of Lisa and guided my cock forward. The brunette stoood on her tippy-toes to give me better access as I slid my dick into her. She was tight but sopping wet and my ten inches of cock was buried to the balls in one smooth stroke. I began to fuck her slowly, moving my hands to her hips, then harder and harder. Lisa's hands went up the wall and she pushed back with her bottom as she bent forward at the waist. In the night air in an alley way behind a house, I fucked Lisa hard and deep. 


"Ohhh, Danny," Molly hissed. She was leaning back now, grinding her hips to slide her sopping cunt up and down my cock, and she wet a finger with her tongue then put it down to her clit. "Did she cum," Molly asked. "Did that slut cum on your cock, Danny?"


"Yeah, she came," I answered, a bit sharply. "She came a lot. Then I fucking came too, fucking her hard, blasting cum inside of her."

"OOHHHHH, YESSS!," Molly went fucking crazy, her orgasms taking her like a string of firecrackers going off.. Her whole body convulsed as she humped my dick and fingered her clit, and I could feel her hot hole gush warm juices over my cock and down my balls. Her body shut down suddenly and she fell on top of me, her hips still working up and down to fuck me even as she came. I helped out by thrusting up with my hips as I wrapped my arms around her and held her close.

After a moment, Molly sat up again and smiled down at my face. "You are a bad bay," she said. "But I've been bad too."

"Tell me," I said.

Molly grinned, then listed her pussy off my cock and she slid down the bed to lay between my legs. She stroked my cock with both hands and ran the mushroom head over her cheeks and lips. 

"Remember when I worked at that diner?" she started. I remembered how hot she looked in her waitress outfit. "Well, one night a bunch of us stopped for drinks after the night shift. There was this guy Eric, a cook, who was always firting with me."

Molly licked my cock a bit before continuing on. "He was so young. Nineteen, and cute as hell. Baby, it made me so hot that he was turned on by me. Being a bit drunk didn't help. So he and I danced a few times, and things got hotter with each dance. Then we had a last slow dance and it was so damn hot. He had his leg between mine and I could feel him on my clit. God, it was making me crazy. Then he grabbed my butt and pulled me onto his leg as he swung his hips slowly, and I fucking came right there."

I grunted as Molly slowly slid my cock head into her moist mouth, her eyes on my face. She sucked my cock slowly, working her lips down the shaft as she took more and more in. Her mouth was like warm velvet gripping my penis. Looking down, I saw that she had a hand busy between her thighs. Molly sucked me for a hot minute, then pulled her mouth off with a wet plop, and her hand smoothly stroked saliva up and down the rigid cock shaft.

"Baby, I went to his place," Molly whispered. "We went right to the couch and started making out. He was so young and horny. It was like being a teenager again. He mauled my tits and almost came in his pants when I unzipped him. I would've sucked him, but I didn't want him to cum. So I just rolled over on my back and let him fuck me. He was like a jack rabbit, fucking me hard and fast for about a minute until he came."

"Did you cum?" I asked.

"Yes, when he did," Molly answered. "Well, the first time."

"First time?"

Molly nodded, then swooped her head down to gobble my cock. I moaned and reached down to grab her hair as she suddenly sucked me with intense passion. Her blond head bobbed up and down, and I yelped with ecstasy as I felt the tip of my cock push into her throat. My hips bounced on the bed as my hot wife deep throated my ten-inch cock, her cheeks bulging and collapsing, drooling saliva over my balls. Nobody sucked cock like Molly.

She pulled her mouth off me again and pumped my wet cock with her hand. "I sucked him hard, Danny. I made Eric hard by giving him the best blowjob of his life. It was easy, he wasn't nearly as big as you. I teased him with my tongue and jacked him off real slow, then I sucked him all the way down. Then when he was good and hard, I rolled over and let him fuck me doggy style. He fucked me really hard again, but lasted a lot longer. He made me cum a lot!"

My hips were moving wildly as Molly looked at my face and her soft fist jacked my cock harder and faster. Her other hand was busy between her thighs. 

"Danny?" she said softly. I moaned as I looked into her beautiful eyes. "He put it in my ass, Danny. It felt so fucking good, baby. I had to feel him in my ass, so I begged him and he did it. He fucked my ass."

"Ohhh, Molly!" I moaned, my eyes on her sexy face as she pumped my cock with her fist and rubbed the head against her lips and cheeks. "Arggggghhhhhh!" My cock erupted suddenly, my whole body going taut with bolts of orgasm that shot through me. Streaks of juicy cum shot out into Molly's face as she opened her mouth and milked more out with her pumping fist. Stream after hot stream splattered against her cheeks and lips and open mouth, and she took it like a porn star, using her fingers on her clit to make herself cum as I drenched her face with cum juice. 

As I came down off my orgasm high, I was struck by how beautiful Molly looked with my cum dripping off her cheeks and lips as she licked at my subsiding cock. She saw me looking and smiled. "You know what?" she asked.

"What?"

"I really didn't let him fuck my ass." Molly giggled. "I just thought that might turn you on. But he did fuck my pussy for a long time."

I laughed at my little minx of a wife and reached for her to come closer. Molly slid up the bed to snuggle to me as I kissed her wet lips and cheeks, and she put out her tongue so I could lick and suckle on it for a moment.

"Molly, my girl," I said. "Next time, you make sure to let Eric fuck your ass. Then tell me all about it."

Molly laughed and we held each other tight. It was a new beginning.



Molly and Friends Ch. 01



I used to think I of myself as "lucky." I mean, when the car hit mine, I could have been killed. I wasn't, though the hours I should have spent watching my only daughter, Molly, graduate from school, I lay sedated in a hospital bed. What follows is the true story about what happened after. Whether it's real, or whether I'm still in a coma and dreaming this whole thing up... Hell, I stopped worrying about that a long time ago.

My wife left us ten years ago, but she also lost the privilege of watching Molly grow into an amazing young woman. Polite, popular, near the top of her class, softball pitcher, and with a figure to match Angela's. In short, every father's dream. Three days after graduation came Molly's birthday. That, at least, I was awake for.

The hospital discharged me that morning, rolling the mass of bandages and casts that was me to the entrance in a wheelchair. It didn't look like the same entrance I came through but, thinking back on it, I was strapped to a board. This time, rather than being greeted by a scalpel, an ecstatic Molly bounced out of her Jeep and up to me.

"Oh Daddy, I came as soon as they called. I would have been here last night except I was getting the house ready."

She gave me an awkwardly gentle hug, which amounted to little more than pressing my nose into her cleavage. I closed my eyes instinctively, and breathed in a mixture of vanilla and brown sugar. Then she withdrew and the pain returned in one hideous torrent.

"Ow," I struggled out.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Daddy!" Molly collapsed on her knees next to the hospital chair. Her eyes came level with mine, and her purple contacts were awash with her concern. They looked strange even on a good day.

The doctor, surgeon, whatever, cleared her throat. "Miss Roarke, that's probably his vicodin wearing off." She tore a prescription off her pad and handed it to my daughter. "Fill that, and keep him in bed for at least three days. My number's at the top. Call me if his stitches come loose."

Molly's face went severe. "How will I know?"

I could practically hear the woman roll her eyes in her tone. Molly sometimes came off as stupid just for asking questions other people might not think of. She genuinely wanted to know, so that she wouldn't freak out at the first false alarm symptom. Hell, she'd read through Grey's Anatomy while she was away at camp one summer. As a counselor, of course.

"He'll be bleeding all over the sheets. Also, call me if his temperature spikes. We'll need to bring him back for more observation..."

She began to trail off into medical jargon which I'll spare you from since, to be honest, I was in too much pain to pay attention to any of it. The next thing I knew, my chair was in motion and two pairs of hands—I refuse to this day to believe they were Molly and the Doctor—lifted me into the Jeep's leather embrace. "The Cherry-Red Wrangler" was her sixteenth birthday present, and her efforts kept it in as great a condition as the day she picked it out. Like I said, a father's dream.

The pain must have made me pass out even before she had my seatbelt across my chest. I felt her breasts brush my thigh, but soon realized they belonged to Molly's friend Nivea. About her name, well, don't ask. I went to college with her mother, and she was always a little weird. Rather than her given name, Nivea preferred to be called Ginger. It's what was on her softball jersey, after all.

"Relax, Molly's Dad," she scolded. She refused to call me Jim since I refused to call her Ginger. We'd never grown out of it, what can I say?

"Dad, she's got you."

The thought crossed my mind to wonder how many pieces of me were missing if a single eighteen-year-old girl could lift my body. And yet, I saw and felt all my limbs. Must have been all that blood I lost.

Nivea put me in a wheelchair, a rental by the creak of it, and Molly crossed around from the other side of the Jeep juggling two sacks of groceries and her keys. "Shit," she said suddenly. "I forgot the prescription."

"Get it tomorrow," I groaned, "I'll sleep until then." 

"My poor Daddy, you slept all the way home, didn't you? Well, I've got something from when I tore my shoulder last season. That should do for now."

"Molly!" hissed Nivea. I couldn't see her face, but Molly's reaction went from confused to understanding to frightened in less than a second.

"Just get him into the guest room, the bathroom will be closer than the one upstairs. I'm going back to the store."

A twinge began on the left side of my lower back and soon encompassed the rest of my torso. I gritted my teeth through it, but forced out some agony-induced words. "Pills. Give. Now."

My daughter nearly dropped the groceries on her rush to unlock the door. She and Nivea whispered in hushed tones, as girls often do, but all I could pick up were things like, "Don't worry about it." 

They got me settled on the bed and, once my head and heart were aligned, a taste of numbness returned to the general area of my body. As the two girls began to outright argue, I began to wonder if I was, in fact, already dead. Sorry ladies, but at least fists are quieter.

"Molly," I growled, stretching out the name into two long syllables. Both girls went silent, suddenly remembering their current meal ticket was in pain. 

"Fine," said Nivea, "just go get them. I'll get a glass of water and some more pillows, then if you want me to head to the store I will."

My daughter hugged her friend in apology and they were off and running. Through the wall, I heard Molly bound up the stairs to her bedroom. From somewhere else came the hiss of running water. Good, both my ears still worked. If I weren't in so much pain, I probably would have cared what their argument was about.

I just lay there instead. The ceiling of our guest room is decorated with little blue fleur-de-lis, and Molly had been kind enough to leave the light off. The drapes were closed, so the only light came from the hallway. She'd already setup an iHome for me, and the local radio station was on at a low volume. There was a chair near the bed with a tattered paperback sitting on it, and a stack of blankets stood next to it on the floor. She planned on spending a lot of time in here, then.

As the two girls returned, they giggled about some shared joke. I didn't think this was the time for giggling, but I always liked when the sound filled my home. That thought suddenly reminded me of a hazy request, lost in the pre-accident cloud. Then the words echoed in my head, as clear as when Molly had said them the week before.

"Can I have the girls over for the weekend after Graduation? We're going to do a LOST marathon!"

Shit. She had plans. And Nivea had shown up early to help clean and get the house ready for eight rambunctious eighteen year olds who'd just graduated.

Granted, the injured card trumps the burden card, I don't care who you are, but I still felt guilty along with just plain dead. I didn't want my adult daughter setting her friends aside to feed me pills and watch me sleep. So I told her so. Or tried to, anyway.

Molly wasn't having any of it. "If you don't mind listening to crazy smoke monsters and a bunch of frightened girls, Daddy, I'd rather be here with you and do both."

"Well, they are my DVDs," I said. Still coherent enough to bite back. I'm sure the Doctor would have said that's a good sign.

"Here, take these."

I opened my mouth and Molly dropped three pills onto my tongue, raking her fingertips across it to make sure they all came off. Nivea came in just after, leaning over me from across the bed and offering me water. 

Perhaps I should pause here and say there's another reason I enjoy the sound of giggling in my house. Girls like Nivea and Molly are rare, and my daughter is friends with six others who were on their way. Don't get the wrong idea when I say these girls play softball and could out-chess Bobby Fisher. Like I said, I'm lucky.

Her tits swung down as she leaned forward, held in by only her T-shirt. Her strawberry hair fell long and straight over her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled in the near-darkness. If she wasn't half my age, I probably would have tried to move my hands and claim accident. Fact being fact, I sipped at the water with my eyes glued to the view.

I swallowed the pills, choked a little, and closed my eyes as I settled my head back against the pillow.

"Do you need anything... else, Daddy?" asked Molly.

"This'll do for now."

I might have slept for ten minutes or ten hours, I had no idea. All I knew when I woke up was that my cock had woken up already. And that the only thing between it and the world was a blanket. Coincidence? I dared a glance down to confirm the tent was noticeable, and only had one word for this situation.

"Fuck."

A form stirred next to me and realized I'd cursed a little louder than intended. Nivea wiped her eyes and leaned closer to the bed, her elbows on top of her knees.

"Guess I fell asleep on watch, eh, Molly's D..." She paused, or rather, her voice ran away for a second. "Oh, my god."

I followed the direction of her gaze... to the lump in my blankets. Before I could even apologize, she pinched the edge of the blanket and lifted it about ten inches. Then ten more. I could see her eyes widening every time the view got better.

"Jesus, Jim..."

It had been a long time since a woman used both of those names in my presence. Still, though, this was Nivea. It felt like my own daughter was staring at my dick. Awkwardness, embarrassment, and pain don't go well together, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't also a little turned on. My cock twitched as if to inform me that I couldn't possibly be more turned on, at the moment.

I glanced back at Nivea... No, Ginger. I owed it to her, since she'd called me Jim. I guess I expected her to be more disgusted by the bruises and swelling from my injures than curious about my hard-on. As I looked at her, I actually couldn't tell which was on her face.

"I told Molly the pills would do this," she said, shaking her head.

It took me a moment to process the words, but even less time to say, "What?"

"Well, they do something ...similar ...to us, and, well..." Ginger bit her bottom lip, fidgeting with her free hand, but she didn't lower the blanket. The cold air felt pretty good, but this was my daughter's friend. Anything that might happen wouldn't be right, and I was still in far too much pain for any type of exertion—pills or no pills.

"Ginger..." I cleared my throat and snapped Ginger back to reality.

"Oh," she said, started. "I'm... I'm sorry." Ginger dropped the blanket and left the room in a hurry. When she didn't come back right away, I sighed and tried to relax. I say tried, because I couldn't get the thought of what the pills did to her and Molly out of my mind. If I thought I'd survive it, I would have moved one of my hands to quell the erection. Eventually, I fell asleep again.

I woke to voices coming from the kitchen. The entire room was bathed in darkness, so it was sometime that night. I strained to hear, but it was hard making out the voices from the television.

"Wow, you SAW it?" one asked. Probably Janie, my daughter's raven-haired friend. Shortstop for the team, and pale as porcelain. A month prior, when Molly threw her a birthday party, I'd accidentally walked in on her changing to swim, but hadn't seen anything.

"Yeah, totally," replied Ginger.

There was a period of stunned silence.

"How big is it?" Janie again.

"Huge."

"You didn't see it," said Molly.

"Have YOU ever seen it, Moll?" asked another—Laura the Blonde.

Another pause where only the television made a sound.

"I bet you have," said Liona, Laura's twin sister.

Ginger egged on the momentum. "Yeah, come on, tell! Tell!" 

"Just once," said my daughter. My heart just about jumped out of my chest. "A couple weeks ago, I came home from school early. He was in his room, masturbating. Probably thinking about Mom."

Holy shit! She saw that?

"I didn't watch for long. Had to get ready to go see Eric."

"That bastard," said Laura.

I didn't know Molly had broken up with her long-time boyfriend, but if he was a bastard in their books then he was in mine, too.

"I want to see it," said Liona.

"Me too," her twin put in.

Ginger giggled. "Hell, I want to see it AGAIN."

"You guys, my dad is not a toy. He's really hurt."

I managed a smile for my daughter's protective pride. My cock twitched again, once to remind me it was still there and awake, and once to punish me for hoping they wouldn't come to check on me for a while longer.

"I know, Moll, and I want to help him feel better." Ginger stressed the last word. It was impossible to misunderstand her intentions.

Soon I heard whispering footsteps on the hardwood in the hall. My heart skipped a beat as I realized the entire gaggle of eight were migrating into the room. They encircled the bed, by the sound of it, and I had no choice but to shut my eyes and pretend to sleep.

"I can't see anything," said Laura.

"He'll wake up if I turn the light on," replied Molly. I couldn't believe she volunteered to be a part of this. "Grab a couple of candles from the kitchen, and the matches."

Soon I heard the telltale pop, and noticed a glow on the other side of my eyelids. I kept still and breathed deep, mimicking sleep as best I knew how. It wasn't easy, with eight ridiculously hot girls all focused on me.

I tried not to twitch as someone, Ginger I assume, began to pull the blanket down from my chest. The fabric slid down and down until once again the chill air made my stomach and crotch tingle. Without the weight of the blanket, my cock became a flagpole. I'm not miraculously endowed by any means, but I get the job done.

"Jesus, it IS huge..." marveled Liona.

"Told you," Ginger said. "Now watch this."

I felt her weight shift the bed as she knelt beside me. She wiggled a bit, probably tying her hair up behind her head, then I felt a hand on my thigh. Ginger was leaning over, balancing herself on me.

"He's going to wake up," warned Molly.

"Let him." And with that, her lips closed around the head of my cock.

There's a reason men love blowjobs. It's not the same as sex, where there's a mountain of pressure on your cock from all sides. A mouth is hollow compared to a pussy, and when a girl knows how to use her tongue, a blowjob can send us to the fucking moon. Ginger slid her lips up and down slowly, and it was all I could do not to moan.

She let the head loose with a small pop, sucking her saliva off it, and wrapped her hand around my shaft to jerk it a few times. "Who wants to be next?" she asked.

"Me, me, me," said Liona. "I never got to thank him properly for changing my brakes."

A second, smaller mouth slid over my cock with just as much enthusiasm as Ginger. When the head bumped the back of her throat, Liona gagged. I figured she would cough and give up, but then she did something amazing. She swallowed my cock.

"That is SO sexy," I heard my daughter say.

Liona moaned around my dick, deepthroating for all she was worth. Then, long before I was ready for it to be, her turn was over.

"God, this is making me so hot, you guys." Janie's voice was a little hesitant, but the lust in her words was clear and unmistakable.

A little hum of agreement went up around the group. They were all horny and, as far as they were concerned, mine was the only dick for miles. Just the way I like it.

"You sure you're not weirded out by this?" Laura asked.

"No," Molly answered.

"Do you want to go next, then?" Ginger's voice practically dripped with a dare. She knew exactly how my daughter would respond. I, on the other hand, couldn't let it happen.

My eyes snapped open. All thoughts of protest disappeared as I saw the naked silhouettes of eight young goddesses in a circle around me. The redhaired one still knelt on the bed, her hand gripping me gently. One blonde stood at my feet, leaned forward but further back from where she had sucked me. And my daughter, my sweet Molly, pinching one tit with a finger sliding in and out of her pussy.

"He's awake!" announced Ginger. "Welcome back to reality, Jim."

None of the other girls moved or made a sound. They waited to see how I would react.

"Molly," I said breathlessly, "this is..."

"Shhh," she put a quieting finger against my lips. It smelled of pussy, my own daughter's pussy. 

I shushed.

"Let us do this for you, Daddy. You do so much for us."

When her lips closed around my cock, I'm pretty sure I went into orbit. I came. Over and over again, I shot cum into my daughter's mouth after she'd barely even started. Loyal even in cocksucking, Molly lowered her lips further and caught it all, swallowing repeatedly. Evidently this wasn't her first time.

Once she was done, Molly wiped her lips to make sure she got it all, and licked her fingers. "Mmm."

"No fair," said Laura, "I didn't even get a turn."

"Me either," Janie put in, just as upset.

"Girls, girls," said Ginger, the biggest instigator of them all. "We have all weekend."



Molly and Friends Ch. 02



I woke to the rambunctious sounds of Saturday Morning Cartoons. It seemed that, sometime during the night, the girls—hopefully more than one of them—had moved the television into the guest room. Molly and the others, however, were nowhere to be found. 

My limbs ached, as expected, and my tongue felt more like a pumice stone, but neither of these bothered me as much as what I believed happened the previous night. Was it a drug-induced hallucination? A fantastic dream brought on by trauma and strange medication?

There was only one way to find out.

"Molly!" The word came out in more of a croak, but it got the point across.

At first, only silence responded to my urgent plea for assistance. Well, silence and the Road Runner making his trademark exit right before something large and solid smashed the coyote into a fillet. Then I heard giggles, and it seemed that last night's escapades had happened after all.

The girls, one after another and each more disheveled than the last, filed into the guest room with Molly at the head. They said nothing, but merely went to work on an obviously rehearsed routine. Laura changed the channel to music videos and the working girls got a little more bounce in their step. Hard to believe, but since many were wearing only their bras, underwear, or some of my old t-shirts, it was difficult not to see.

Molly sat at the edge of the bed and fed me some water through a straw, a sparkle in her eyes that I didn't recall being there before. I heard the blender chugging away in the kitchen and hoped that breakfast would come before my stomach realized I needed it. My daughter's silence began to bother me a bit as she peeled back the blanket, but it was only to check my stitches.

"How are you feeling today, Daddy?" she finally asked.

What a loaded question.

I tried to push past the mind-numbing migraine that crept in along with the sunlight, and said, "Pain. Need pills."

"I have them right here." I heard a bottle shake, but were they the right pills, or the boner-inducing troublemakers from the night before? She smiled and put a palm on my forehead. "No fever, and your stitches are still intact. Looks like we won't need to call Doctor Andrea again."

"Again?" I heard myself say. I could barely feel my toes, and it was a wonder I could hear anything over the singalong version of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun."

"I called her last night just to make sure you'd be okay for some, you know, exertion."

The muscles in my back tensed up. Did she really ask a medical professional for permission to give her father a blow job? Of course not. Logic forced my panic into submission. Molly was much smarter than that. 

"I told her you had some trouble making your way to the bathroom, but she said none of those 'vital' systems should cause any undue risk. She offered to look in on you today, after she finishes her rounds."

Great. I wondered what the Bitch Doctor would say if she walked in on me and eight wanton girls vying for the honor of blowing me next. Whatever she said, it would probably be to a policeman rather than to me.

I declined to ask exactly how the girls would handle my bathroom needs. For the moment, it wasn't a pressing issue, and no matter the details it was a grim thought. I preferred to return to thoughts of the night before, and of politely asking the agony to come back later.

I grunted some sort of word, attempting to say, "Whatever."

"You need to take these with food." Molly produced two more pills. I honestly didn't care which kind they were, so long as they worked. "Sheila, is that smoothie ready yet?" my daughter called toward the kitchen.

A stunning blonde wearing only a pair of black panties turned into the hallway and approached us. She held a glass aloft and it might as well have been ambrosia, but I couldn't take my eyes off her tits. Sheila, the team's catcher, had a few extra pounds on her, but they were all in the right places.

"Sorry," she sing-songed in soprano, a reminder she was also a choir star, "I couldn't find the strawberries after 'someone' put them away last night."

"Ginger..." muttered Molly. "I'll be cleaning chocolate out of my carpet for a week, I swear."

Something in her tone made my cock twitch. Luckily the blanket ran interference and neither of the girls noticed. Against my better judgment, I almost asked Sheila to put something on. Almost. The television continued its clanks and zooms, but no one was watching.

I swallowed smoothie as best I could, but it was like pouring concrete. Concrete that tasted like berries and everything else good in the universe. My lips were swollen and sore, and I didn't want to imagine what the airbag had done to the rest of my face. I thanked my lucky stars for Lasik.

The pills made their way in, too, and before I knew it my breakfast was delightfully chilling my insides. "There you go," said Molly, pulling the blanket up over my chest. "Have a nap and we'll come back to check on you in a bit."

Then, rather than kissing my forehead, she leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. Somehow, it didn't hurt at all.

I woke to the sounds of Jack, Kate, and Sawyer in the midst of one of their discussions, and a few pips and giggles between the girls. All eight sat or stood in the room, now, with Molly again on the bed at my side. Between her legs I saw Ginger, on the floor, and Laura and Liona between them and the television. On the other side sat Janie in Sheila's arms, and the other pair of sisters (these ones not twins), Abby and Bella. The latter was actually nineteen, though she'd been held back a grade for reasons kept between her and her permanent record.

Eight high school graduated, legal-aged foxes; all in various stages of undress. They sat with rapt attention on the screen until Hurley delivered one of his trademark lines.

"4, 8, 15..." 

Before he'd gotten to the fourth number, the television noise was drowned out with squeals. Then each of the girls took a shot and Ginger rose to refill their gathered glasses held directly over my feet. When she turned and met my eyes, I blinked.

"Looks like Daddy's awake," said the smoldering redhead. She wore a black tee I'd bought at a Motley Crue concert, tied in a knot below her tits to show off her fantastic abs and belly ring. And, of course, her green satin panties trimmed in black lace.

Molly's hand crossed my field of vision as she grasped the rapidly tenting blanket. "Why yes, yes he is."

Great, I thought. Not only were the girls all here, they were all drunk. On a different day I might have lectured them about the dangers of underage drinking and making bad choices while intoxicated. I held back for two reasons.

One, if I had my way, none of them would be driving anywhere. Hell, they weren't going to leave the room as long as I had a say. And two, well, they were all graduated adults now; far be it from me to infringe upon their freedom to decide which whims they'd act on.

LOST continued, but suddenly all eyes were on me.

"I want first dibs this time," said Janie, licking her lips. Her black hair was already pulled back in a pony tail, and her stretched hairline made her Japanese features even more pronounced.

"He needs a bath, first," Molly replied, brushing her fingertips along my stomach. She traced the path of hair that grew down the center and slid her fingers around my cock. "I'm afraid I made a little mess last night."

"Bullshit, Moll," Janie protested. "I called it, and it's not like I've never tasted your spit before."

Molly playfully threw a spare pillow at her.

"Girls, girls," said Ginger between laughs. "We all want our turns and we'll all get them."

The others all leaned in, somewhat wobbly, toward the ringleader as she straightened and capped the booze she no doubt raided from my liquor cabinet. They all gave a single, solemn nod.

"All for one, one for all," they said in unison. I'd never quite heard that expression used in this way, before, but I had no complains. Dumas probably wouldn't, either.

Ginger smiled down at me. "Now, Molly, you know the code: Janie called first dibs. Laura, Sheila, Abby, and Bella can fight over who goes after me, because I'm taking seconds as soon as Janie's done."

Another pillow sailed through the air. "That's not fair!"

"I'll make it up to you," said the redhead. Then she winked at my daughter.

And all this before noon.

Janie stripped out of her tank top and boy shorts and knelt on the bed next to me. "Since I get to go first, I want to take my time," she whispered to me. The others all got comfortable while they watched, and I saw a few hands slip beneath where I could see—some of them probing pussies that didn't belong to them.

"Mister Roarke... Jim..." She seemed nervous, but her heaving breaths did wonders for what she lacked in the chest area. "I've been thinking about that day... last month..."

I couldn't move, but if I could, I would have pulled her down to kiss me right then. Luckily, Janie had other plans.

"Before I... well, god, this is hard to say out loud...."

"Say it," the others urged.

"Will you, um, suck on my tits?"

Not a question I generally get asked a lot. But, hey, who am I to deny a girl what she wants. When I nodded, Janie smiled like I'd just handed her a million dollars.

She leaned across me and lowered one nipple toward my mouth. Even before it got there, I moved my tongue up to meet it and elicited a gasp from her. I took the nipple gently between my teeth and flicked my tongue across it, then abandoned all my senses and my mouth as wide as I dared. I sucked her small tit, raking my tongue all the way across it over and over, while Janie shuddered and sighed. She started using Japanese words and, in that tone, it only served to turn me on all the more.

"Moto..." she cried. "Motooooo." At some point, I thought I'd ask her what that meant.

Then I felt a mouth close around my cock. Normally, I wouldn't immediately know (or care!) who it belonged to, but I'd gotten a really good sense last night of the three different styles the girls used. This was one of those, I believed. As the lips slid further and further down, agonizingly slow, my money was on Ginger.

Janie's sighs quickened as the blowjob made my mouth work even harder, until suddenly she cried out in a long, high note and I saw her head fall forward. I groaned, her orgasm turning me on even more. Ginger had just reached the base of my shaft and began the slow trek back up when my Japanese goddess realized what was going on.

"You cheating bitch," said Janie, but there was no venom in the words. "Fine, two can play that game."

As she shifted position, I got another great view of my daughter pleasuring herself. Molly was in the folding chair with her feet against the edge of the bed. Leaned back, she had two fingers sliding in and out of her shaved pussy and as idly twisting a nipple with her other hand. The look on her face was one of pure ecstasy, and her gaze moved back and forth between what I was doing to her friend and what Ginger was doing to me.

Janie's knees settled on either side of my head and I got my first real view of a young Japanese pussy. Hairless and pink, the skin around it was just as pale as the rest of her porcelain body, meaning she never tanned—unlike most of the others. Ginger always had a summer glow, even in December, and Molly had occasionally joined her topless by the pool. I always stayed inside with my scotch, thought I admit I'd sneaked a few peeks here and there.

Without any preamble, Janie lowered her sex onto my face and again I met it with my tongue before my mouth. She was already soaked, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't taste better than my smoothie that morning. Sweet and exotic, it was like she'd lathered her pussy with chai in advance of having it eaten. I licked the outer lips up one side and down the other while she moaned and bucked above me, then I plunged my tongue into her opening as deep as it would go.

"Oh god!" she screamed, coating my face in her juices.

The tip of my cock slid reluctantly from Ginger's mouth, but it didn't remain cold and lonely for long. Judging by the sudden muffling of Janie's squeals, she had taken over to complete the sixty-nine position. Up and down her head bobbed as I sucked on her pussy lips, drinking every drop I could elicit from the girl. Her delicate fingers wrapped around the base and began jerking me while she swirled her tongue around the head, and suddenly I couldn't take any more.

I moaned into Janie's pussy as she squeezed every ounce of cum from my cock. Over and over I spurted into her mouth, but she just moaned louder and kept sucking, like Molly had the night before. I heard some of the other girls join in the chorus of moans, Sheila loudest among them, as they brought themselves to climax, while I swallowed another stream of honey from Janie's quivering cunt.

My head sank into the pillow as I panted and Janie carefully disentangled herself from me. Her pale skin looked even more beautiful with a sheen of sweat on it, and she kept her eyes on me as she found a seat nearby. Despite the absence of my tongue, she still continued to make small hums of pleasure as her eyelids fluttered. 

"Well?" asked Ginger. "Is he any good?"

They all burst out laughing, and the redhead poured another round of shots while I recovered. I used the few moments of peace to wonder how Molly and I had gone from a solid parent-child relationship to wild incestuous orgy in less than twenty-four hours. I was fully convinced this was happening, now, and not a product of whatever pain pills she'd given me. Not that the desire in her eyes wasn't proof enough, but it was still new enough to be curious about.

When I looked back toward Janie, all I could see was Mrs. Tanaka. I'd known her mother for many years, gone to PTA meetings with her, sat next to her at softball games, even fixed her sink a few times while her husband was away on business. The guilt must have shown on my face.

"Why so sad, Daddy?" asked Molly, as I blinked a tear out of the corner of my eye.

All eight of them turned their concerned looks toward me and, at that moment, all I saw was how furious their parents would be over this indiscretion. John and Andrea Hughes, the parents of the twins, had welcomed me into their home dozens of times for movie nights. The Jones', Ginger's parents, let me chaperone the girls at their place for sleepovers when they went on their twice-a-year Mediterranean cruises. But, mostly, I remembered how pleasant and friendly Mrs. Tanaka was every time we saw each other. 

"How can I ever look your mom in the eye again, Janie? I'm afraid to even meet her at the grocery store, now."

The girls all bit their lower lips in a strangely erotic and synchronized manner, and shared a knowing glance. I felt a little sheepish for having such worries while eight girls crowded for my cock, but it seemed to agree for the moment and lay flaccid against my leg.

"Mister Roarke, my mom's been after you for ages," whispered Janie.

I failed to hide my surprise. "But... your father... he..."

"He's always in Tokyo, and she's known for years he's been getting some on the side. I could call her over right now, if you want. She'd be more than happy to look after you but..."

"But," Molly put in, "we'd all have to leave."

I gave it a few seconds of consideration. "Some other time, perhaps."

The dour mood now passed, the girls breathed a sigh of relief and then all began talking at once. It took a minute to realize they were arguing about who would go next, and about who would be first to actually fuck me. Again, my cock agreed with the direction of the conversation and, happy to be getting more action than it had seen in years, twitched wholeheartedly back to attention.

"Jesus, Dad!" giggled Molly.

Laura reached out a tentative hand and touched its hardness. "I've never seen one get hard again this soon." She turned to Ginger. "Am I dreaming?"

The redhead grinned again. "No, but I bet he thinks he is."

"If I am, don't wake me up," I said, miming sleep.

Now, I don't care what they say in science textbooks about hair color, but it sure as hell matters when it comes to blowjob technique. When Laura began to use her tongue rather than her lips, the amount of skill she showed reminded me more of Liona than the others. She licked the front, up and down, then the sides the same way, like it was some kind of fleshy popsicle. Only when my cock was fully soaked with her saliva did she close her lips around it and begin to suck.

Like Liona, she had a smaller mouth, but she hadn't learned the same deepthroat technique as her twin. When the head bumped against her throat, she gagged and soldiered on. My fingers, came to life, clutching at the sheets as the amazing blonde hoovered her way up and down on my dick, her messy curls bouncing in time.

I opened my eyes when I felt weight press down on either side of the bed and found two girls positioned over my hands. The sisters, Abby and Bella, had both shucked the last of their clothes and were running their hands over their breasts. Both had dirty blonde hair but, while Bella wore it long and braided, Abby chose to cut it short so it framed her face. 

"Daddy," they said in unison, "will you use your fingers on us?"

Seriously, who was I to say no?

As I slid my middle fingers into her friends, I saw Molly back in her watching spot doing the same to herself. The sisters bucked and moaned, their eyes locked on each other while Laura alternated between sucking and licking. Soon I even heard Janie begin to moan and caught a glimpse of Ginger's head between her legs on the floor. That was just too much. My hips moved of their own accord, fucking Laura's mouth as I roared through another orgasm.

My heartbeat pounded in my chest as Abby and Bella's cries reached a crescendo. As my cock slipped out from between Laura's hungry lips, my daughter smiled and blew me a kiss. 

I blacked out.



Molly and Friends Ch. 03



I vaguely recall waking to be given more pills and another smoothie, though I couldn't even tell you what the flavor was or even which girl fed it to me. Let that be a nugget of truth to all you women out there: even getting a blow job takes some effort. Though, admittedly, not much. Multiply "not much" by three and you have some effort.

But then, I suppose you could divide that by eight. Well, fuck math for the moment.

Why my eyelids fluttered against brightness again, I heard voices talking over me. One sounded incredibly unhappy, while the other was timid and overtly nervous.

"Miss Roarke, when I offered to come over, I was not expecting to find that his stitches would come loose. I'm a little disappointed, and more than a little curious about how this happened."

"I told you," said my daughter to the Doctor, "the bathroom, I..."

"Miss Roarke!" Doctor Andrea's tone was scathing. "This room practically reeks of sex, and I'm not a complete dolt. Your seven friends may be swimming, now, but I'm fairly certain they haven't been in the pool all day."

I had to do something, otherwise I'd end up on the 6 o'clock news... again.

"Doctor... how, um, nice to see you again." I stressed the word to let her know exactly now 'nice' it really was. I opened my eyes fully to see Molly fidgeting, wearing little more than a bikini and a silk Kimono-type-robe she'd received from Janie last Christmas. Doctor Andrea, on the other hand, looked far different than I remembered.

Maybe it was the lack of the immaculate smock. Who knows.

A statuesque woman; I was certain that if I could stand she'd be even a few inches taller than me. Well-built across the shoulders and hips, a nice pair of C-cups strained the navy fabric of her button-up shirt. Her black pencil skirt showed off amazing calves—dancer's calves, I like to call them—and she wore heels no doctor worth her salt would don for a day's work. Worse, she didn't look a day over thirty-five. In a totally, completely, absurdly different situation, I might have made a pass at her.

"Well, Mister Roarke, welcome back to the land of the living. Do you have any comment on the 'treatment' your daughter has so far subjected you to?"

I groaned as the meds did their thing, and the pain slowly seeped its way back into oblivion. Of course, that meant the side effects would return shortly. I had to get rid of this doctor, and fast.

"It's my fault," I muttered. "With all these girls around, I got... well... and I decided I didn't have anything else to do, so I..."

Doctor Andrea peeled her glasses off her face and raised an eyebrow. "You what, exactly?"

Fuck, she was really going to make me say it. "I... masturbated. That's how she found me and, I kind of... jumped... in surprise."

Look, it's one thing to admit that you masturbate. I'd be happy to tell any woman that to her face, except probably my mother—god rest her soul. Telling a quickly concocted lie that your daughter had walked in on you while you were jerking off... that's something totally different. Not to mention, this doctor was a Grade A Bitch.

Andrea peered around the room and sniffed a few times. "A likely story, I suppose. If the room smelled more of man sweat than it did of pussy, I'd even be inclined to believe you."

Molly choked. Hell, I choked. Did the doctor just say what I think she did?

"Yours isn't the first case of pain paralysis I've seen, Mister Roarke. We have nurses for this kind of thing. Your daughter should have just called me and I would have sent someone over. I can't have my patients dying just because they feel the need to jerk off."

My head spun. Did she really just imply the hospital employs quasi-prostitutes? Not that I needed more available tail running around the house, but, of course, my dick betrayed my true thoughts on the subject. It sprung to attention and I... well, I prayed that if there was justice in the world I would have a blanket over me.

Of course, I didn't. The doctor was mending my stitches, so my cock ended up pointing right at her from about two feet away. And the day had started out so well.

"Oh... oh my... Mister Roarke..."

Doctor Andrea flushed and retreated a step, her work apparently done. Oddly, the presence of my daughter in the room served to calm her down a little. She spotted the pill bottle on the nightstand and turned to Molly. "Young lady, have you been giving him the pills I prescribed?"

My daughter looked away and shook her head.

Looking closer at the label, Doctor Andrea pursed her lips in obvious disapproval. "Oh, THESE things. Good lord, one might think you actually want your father to be in this condition..." She trailed off, finally putting two and two together. "Oh my," she said again.

"It's not what you think," I said meekly, hopefully heading her mind off before she actually did think it.

"This is... rather unorthodox." Doctor Andrea apparently had a talent for understatement, herself. "Miss Roarke, am I to understand that you... You...?"

"That I what?" Molly said coyly.

After using the words she had before, I chuffed a laugh that the doctor was now at a complete loss for them.

"You... sucked your father's dick?" she finally choked out.

"Well, Ginger did it first. Then Liona, then me." She counted on her fingers as she went. "Then Janie sixty-nined him. Well, I guess Ginger again before that, then Laura, then me again."

"I don't remember that last one," I muttered to myself.

"Hush," said my daughter as she winked, "you were asleep."

The doctor's blinking eyes went wide and she sunk down into the same chair Molly used to get herself off next to me. "Wow," she breathed. "Well, it's no wonder your stitches came loose. They were probably weakened by getting in and out of the car, then to be... well, assaulted by some wild teenagers..."

"Oh, come on, Doc," whispered Molly, taking a step toward her and the chair. She slid her hands over Andrea's shoulders as she stood next to the doctor. "I saw you staring at it. Why don't you have a go?"

Doctor Andrea looked like her tail had been caught in a mousetrap. I had nothing to say about this development, for fear that my input would shatter the fragile trance my daughter had this woman in. Besides, even bitches can give good blowjobs. Molly's mother was proof of that.

"I... I couldn't..."

"Oh, come on, you said the only reason you could come over was because your boyfriend stood you up. I think you look hot, Doctor Andrea, and it's pretty obvious my dad agrees. Why don't you get yourself a little action?"

As she talked, Molly's hands rubbed little circles on the doctor's shoulders. I watched her loosen up, turning to putty in the young woman's hands. When Doctor Andrea licked her lips, I knew the deal had been sealed. 

Maybe she wasn't such a bitch after all.

Doctor Andrea leaned forward, a look of need in her eyes as she met mine. She placed one palm on the bed while the other reached for my erection. Then, at the last second, she hesitated. "I could get in serious trouble for this."

Molly closed the door and leaned back against it. "Not if we keep it our little secret."

This seemed to satisfy the once-bitchy doctor. She leaned back to a vertical position and began undoing the buttons on her shirt. She got to three before I saw the black bra underneath, then a second pair of hands snaked their way around her to take over. 

"Let me handle this," said Molly, brushing her naked tits against Andrea's back. The doctor adopted surprise again, for a moment, then seemed to decide just to go with it. Her head leaned back and my daughter met it, pushing her tongue into Andrea's mouth as she cupped the doctor's tits.

Andrea moaned into Molly's mouth, then buttons went flying as her shirt tore open. Soon I was feeling a little left out as my daughter and my doctor sucked face and groped each other at my bedside. My cock practically hurt, it was so hard, but I couldn't move enough to do anything about it. So, instead, I cleared my throat.

"Ahem."

Andrea had stars in her eyes as Molly pulled away. "You have a patient to serve," my daughter whispered in her ear. Without another word, the doctor leaned forward and slid her mouth over my dick.

Forget everything I said about blowjobs. Nothing compares to receiving one from a woman who's forgotten more about your anatomy than you'll ever learn. Not even prostitutes can compete with that level of skill, and I grinned at the thought of whatever schmuck had lamely passed up a chance at this today.

Molly wasn't one to be left out, either, however. She peeled the zipper down the back of Andrea's skirt and slid it over the generously round globes of her ass. The black thong she wore looked soaked from my vantage, and Andrea was more than happy to lift her knees in turn when my daughter pulled that off, too.

I had never actually seen my daughter eat pussy before, but it was a sight I could get used to. There's a wholly different method to licking a woman who's bent over as opposed to one on her back, and Molly dove in without a second's pause. Andrea's moans vibrated my cock as her mouth slid up and down, and her body undulated as Molly's tongue stroked against her labia.

Despite her attention being completely wrapped up in eating this woman's pussy, Molly reached out and grasped my hand. She threaded her fingers in mine and I smiled at her. Even now, she was thinking only of me.

I never imagined my daughter was even bi-curious, but it was obvious what the girls were really doing during those slumber parties. Molly was a pro. She darted her tongue up and down, settling on Andrea's clit, and even probed her rosebud. The doctor squealed, lifting her mouth from my cock for a moment to express her desire for Molly to continue what she was doing. Then she leaned a bit forward and took one of my balls in her mouth.

"Lover, why don't you shift and let my Daddy have a taste, and I'll come help you."

When neither of us complained, Andrea did as she was bid but kept up her licking and sucking. I don't know how I held out for so long, and for the moment it wasn't an issue. I buried my face between Andrea's thighs and tasted a mature pussy. Sweat, perfume, musk; a beautiful symphony of silky delight greeted my tongue. Andrea kept herself trimmed but not bare, and the patch of carpet matched the drapes. When I began fucking my tongue in and out of her, she lifted her mouth off my cock to let out a single, long moan.

Molly took over immediately, sucking my shaft all the way into her generous mouth. She'd moved to the foot of the bed, where Liona was the night before. The way her tongue slid against the underside of my cock sent me into space all over again, and soon my head was shaking back and forth as I groaned inside Andrea's pussy.

"Miss, ohhhh, Miss Roarke... God... Your father is amazing..."

I felt Andrea's hard nipples drag gently against the skin of my stomach until Molly reached up to up her breasts. My cock slid from her mouth and I heard the two of them kissing. I leaned my head back down to watch, but could only catch a glimpse of their dueling tongues beyond Andrea's wonderfully hanging tits.

"Mmmm," moaned Molly. "Why don't you finish him off?"

How polite of her.

Andrea moaned right back in response. "I need his cock inside me."

Molly giggled. "I'm fairly certain he wouldn't object."

The bed shifted back and forth as Andrea moved, spun, and lowered her pussy toward my waiting cock. She faced me, but kept her hands on the bed rather than putting pressure on my wounds. I appreciated that, though I probably wouldn't have cared much either way.

I felt Molly's hand guiding my cock and almost lost it then and there. Of all the sexy sights I imagined to see in my lifetime, my hot daughter feeding my cock into another woman's pussy would probably place in the top three. Once inside Andrea, I stayed still as best I could to avoid pulling on my stitches. She was fine with that, and continued to lower herself until her pussy had swallowed me to the hilt.

"Oh god..." she moaned. "So good..."

Again, Molly took her place behind Andrea and cupped her tits while they kissed. Andrea rocked her hips up and down, lost in the moment, humming her way through the pleasure while one hand moved behind to find Molly's pussy. Then it was my daughter's turn to moan.

"Miss... Miss Roarke..."

"Please, call me Molly."

"Molly... This is so hot, I can't believe I'm doing this."

Molly smiled, and kissed her gently on the lips. Andrea paused her motion, reveling in the feeling of having my cock all the way inside her. I was reveling a bit, myself. Both women were shiny with sweat and saliva, and everything seemed complete. Andrea, it seemed, disagreed.

"Would you... Molly, can I... Watch your father eat your pussy while I fuck him?"

The question shocked us both, but I had learned to roll with whatever this weekend threw at me. Molly, more than enthused by the request, tittered, "Absolutely!" 

For the third time that day, an eager and wet pussy was lowered to my mouth. Despite the occasional musings to the contrary, the truth is that no man could ever get sick of this. I welcomed my daughter's taste, savored it, and only when she began moaning did I feel Andrea's hips begin to move again.

"Oh, that is soooo sexy," the doctor groaned, sliding her pussy up and down on me. "Suck on my tits you sweet little girl, that's right..."

Can I just say I love it when a woman talks dirty during sex? I didn't see it happen, but the image in my mind was enough to put me over the edge. My hips thrust up, ramming Andrea's pussy while she screamed again and again. My daughter joined the party, coating my lips and chin in her sweet juices and squealing with delight. Her moans were muffled by the nipple in her mouth, but they were just as loud as Andrea's.

The doctor slid herself off me and laid on her side next to me. Molly simply leaned all the way forward and took my softening cock into her mouth, sucking up the mess of juices on it. My god, the sensation of entering that mouth so soon after cumming in Andrea's pussy, it's indescribable. I was pretty sure my cock spasmed out a few extra jolts of juice for Molly's benefit, and I kept up the licking until I heard my daughter scream again.

Still, she wasn't finished. Molly lifted herself off of me and settled between Andrea's legs, cleaning up my cum that had leaked out onto her leg and into the crack of her ass. Soon both of the doctor's hands were pushing my daughter's head into her crotch and her hips were bucking against Molly's face. 

"Ohhhhhgodohgodohgodohgod... cumming!!!"

When Molly's face came away from Andrea's pussy it was soaked with juices. She crawled up on the other side of me, her thin form fitting just fine into the bed's only unoccupied space, and kissed me full on the lips. Now, if it had been another man's cum, that would be one thing, but tasting the mixture of my daughter, my doctor, and myself, not to mention on my daughter's lips; that was just a turn-on.

I was still orbiting Planet Earth, and kissing Molly, when I felt the weight shift on the other side of the bed. When we finally broke apart, Andrea was leaned over, digging around the bedside for her panties. The sight of her pussy and ass made me wish I could reach out for it, but all I could do was make a pouty whining noise. My cock wouldn't even back me up on this one, so Molly and I just enjoyed the view.

Before long, Andrea was dressed and working to fix her hair in the guest room's tiny mirror. Molly slid up behind her and began to nibble her neck. I could tell she enjoyed it, but Andrea did her best to push the girl away.

"You two... damn, I'm sorry but I've got to go."

"No worries," said Molly in between nibbles. "You will come back, though, won't you?"

Andrea half-turned her head to glance at my cock. "As soon as I can," she purred.

"Good." Molly grinned. "I definitely think my friends would like to meet you next time, instead of just watch."

My eyes went wide and I looked toward the window to the back yard, where the pool sat. Seven heads disappeared as soon as I looked over, and I heard giggling through the window.

"Sounds like fun," said the doctor. "I can be back later tonight."

The kissed, a bit longer than one would expect for a short goodbye. Andrea's hands roamed over Molly's still-naked breasts, but she forced herself to stop and said she'd never leave at this rate. My daughter said that was okay with her, but walked my doctor to the door.

As the other seven girls bounded in from the back yard, I heard the front door open and close.

"No fair, Daddy," said Ginger with one of her trademark grins. "We hadn't even decided which one of us would fuck you first."

All of the girls looked crestfallen, and Liona poked at my cock with a curious finger. "It will come back, won't it?" she asked.

I sighed. "Don't you girls ever eat food?"

Molly and the girls ordered pizza, which I thought was the cruelest possible torture imaginable since the smell was enough to give me a food boner. I had yet another smoothie, since apparently the only thing my still-healing jaw could handle eating was pussy. After dinner, the girls settled in for more LOST while Molly told them about Doctor Andrea.

As she relayed the story of our impromptu threesome, and of exactly how dirty the doctor was, I could see Ginger and a few of the others reaching down to cup their mounds while they listened. All I could think of was, "She'll be back."

I still didn't know whether I'd survive these injuries, but, if there's a better way to die, I challenge you to find it. 



Molly and Her Daddy



Molly James had just returned to her hometown after a long vacation. She and a few friends had spent the week lying on the shore of Wallowa Lake, tanning and drinking. The drive from Eastern Oregon had been a long eight hours and everyone was tired and ready to get home. 

Finally, the Honda Civic pulled up in front of her house. Molly gathered her belongings from inside the car while her friend Matt popped the trunk and grabbed her other bags. "I'll help you in, if you want," Matt offered. 

"Oh, no thanks. I can manage," Molly said with a smile. 

"I had a great time, you know. The other night." Matt blushed after he said these words. They hadn't spoken about Tuesday night since it happened. 

"Me too. This isn't really the place though. I'll call you later, k?" She didn't want to talk about this in front of their friends and thankfully, Matt seemed happy that she was planning on calling. Molly kissed him on the cheek, and headed to the porch of her parent's home. She was so excited to finally be home. It's hard to sleep when you're not in your own bed and Molly had really missed her dad. She hoped he had been okay while she was away. 

She watched until the car had driven out of sight and unlocked the front door. As she headed upstairs, she thought about "the other night" Matt had referred to. Molly had had a few too many cocktails, Matt had been the only one awake with her, and she wanted him. She wished she didn't, but she did. Cocktails can do that to a girl. Molly had always enjoyed sex and being in control, and sleeping with Matt was no different. She had straddled his lap for a make out session, unbuttoned his pants for a blow job, and then bent over the arm of the couch while he fucked her. Now, in the light of day, with a clear head, she regretted all of this. Matt and Molly had never had any chemistry together. Since elementary school, he always been a little in love with her, but she could only see him as a friend. Obviously she didn't only see him as a friend now, which really confused her. She would call him later and straighten everything out- they would just go back to being friends. 

Once in her room, she tossed her bags onto the floor and pulled out her toiletries. Shampoo and soap in hand, she headed to her bathroom to shower. She felt she really needed a shower at home, to wash away that "great outdoors" feeling. Molly turned the warm water on, pulled her white t-shirt off and unhooked her lacey white bra. She turned in the mirror to admire her new tan. She had even been daring enough to lay topless, so her 32B breasts were also a golden brown. Her whole body had that "sun kissed" look. 

Molly finished undressing and stepped into the shower. She stood in the gentle spray and helped wet her hair thoroughly by sliding her hands through it. She poured some shampoo into her hands and began washing her long, dark brown mane. While she rinsed, she thought of Matt. She had a lot of fun with him on the trip. Maybe the sexual tension had been building all of these years. She thought maybe they would give dating a try. She finished washing her body and stepped out of the shower. 

Once out, Molly dried herself with a fluffy white towel. She placed her right leg on the lid of the toilet and dried from her toes all the way up her toned calf and thigh. She did the same with her left leg and then wrapped the towel around her back. She rubbed the towel from side to side to dry her buttocks and her back then dried her flat stomach and breasts. Since she was home alone in the middle of the afternoon on a Thursday, she wrapped her hair in her towel and headed to her bedroom, naked. 

Molly wasn't alone though. Her Dad, Eric, had come home early to see her when she arrived from her trip. Eric had car pooled with another family in the neighborhood, since his car was in the shop. He had asked if his buddy could drop him off early. Molly was unaware of the special love he felt for his daughter. She had probably never noticed the way he watched her, especially since she had gone through puberty. Molly had grown from a chubby awkward kid into a very sexy young woman. 

Eric tried to stop the erection that had formed in his slacks, without success. Sitting in his office, he had a direct view from his doorway into Molly's room, without her really noticing him. He had seen her walk out of the bathroom, stark naked with nothing but a towel on her head. Now, Molly stood in her room, seeming to look through her closet for clothes to wear. She seemed to change her mind and to his delight, she bent over to dig through one of her unpacked bags. He could admire her naked, full behind and tight legs without reproach. Eric could just imagine walking in behind her, unbuttoning his pants, sliding his cock inside her..... Before he could continue with his fantasy, Molly picked up the bag she had been looking through and took it to her dresser. This allowed Eric to view and admire her profile. Molly's breasts were so delectable. With their golden color from her days spent on the beach, he wanted them in his hands more than ever. Molly must've been looking for her hairbrush, because she pulled the towel from her head and began brushing her hair. Watching her made him want her so badly.

For a few years now, Eric and Molly's mother, Jamie, had not had a good marriage. There had been multiple affairs by both parties, but the couple stayed together. They hadn't had sex together in three years, barely spoke to each other, and he was very lonely. Especially the week Molly had been gone. Not only did want her to be his lover, she was his best friend. They did everything together and she helped combat the despair. Suddenly, Eric felt sad and decided to go into Molly's room to talk to her. He felt guilty for staring at her with lust in his heart. 

Eric left his office and headed to Molly's room. She was going through the drawers of her dresser, probably looking for panties. "Hi Molly," Eric smiled. 

"Oh, hi, Daddy. Are you okay?" Molly looked concerned, but wrapped her towel around her body as she asked him. She had never been too modest.

Suddenly, he realized he had tears in his eyes. "I'm fine, I just missed you." 

"I missed you too, but I'm home now. Come and sit down. Did you and Mom have another fight?" Molly sat on the edge of her bed. 

"Oh, no. Nothing like that. It's just lonely around here when you're gone." Eric said, honestly. 

"I know, Daddy. I'm sorry." Molly leaned in and kissed her dad on the cheek. 

Eric couldn't help himself. He reached his hand out to touch her exposed thigh and caught her retreating mouth with his. She fought the kiss for a moment, but when he felt her lips part for his tongue, he couldn't believe this woman he had raised. Her soft lips were like silk against his own. She leaned into him and he pulled her closer. They kissed hard and more feverishly, Eric couldn't get enough of his little girl. 

Molly couldn't believe she was kissing her father. She was disgusted at first, but he was such a good kisser, she couldn't pull her lips away from his. When his tongue slid inside her mouth to touch her own, she could feel the excitement in her stomach and the moisture forming between her legs. She slid her arms around his neck and kissed him harder, sliding her own tongue into his mouth to tease him. He groaned when she did this and she became more excited.

Suddenly, she wanted him so badly. Molly took the reins and straddled her daddy's lap. "Mmmmm...." Molly moaned as his hands slid inside her towel. He seemed afraid to pull it away, so she did it for him. She dropped the towel to the floor and brought one of her father's hands to her breast. 

"It's okay, Daddy. I want you to touch me." Eric hesitated even after her words, but once his hand was on her breast, he seemed like a fire had been lit under him. He lowered his head to take her nipple into his mouth and Molly leaned back in ecstasy. Molly squeezed her thighs tighter around her father's muscular legs and this brought her closer to his bulging erection. She began to grind her hips against him and he groaned. 

"Do you like that?" Molly asked, playfully. 

"Oh yes, very much" She forced his head back to her chest and his mouth back to her nipple. He licked each one in turn and then sucked them into his mouth to the delighted moans of Molly. 

While Eric was suckling Molly's breasts, Molly ran her hands through his salt and pepper colored hair. The thickness of it felt good between her fingers. She began unbuttoning his oxford to feel more of him. Molly kissed his neck and inhaled the smell of him. Her dad had always smelled like home, like a safe haven to her. Now, he still had that "home smell," but with it mingled a certain rugged manliness. Molly continued unbuttoning his shirt and kissing down his chest. She suddenly wanted him naked too. Molly stood and kissed her father as she did. 

"Are you starting to regret this, honey?" Eric asked, fearfully. 

Instead of answering him, Molly helped him remove his shirt. She knelt in front of him on the floor and unbuttoned his black slacks. With the sound of the zipper, Eric groaned. Molly's green eyes met her father's matching ones, and she smiled. Opening his pants and parting his plaid boxers, his hard cock met her gaze. Molly couldn't help but lick her lips. She leaned in and slid her tongue over the head of his cock, then slid one of her feminine hands along the shaft of his manhood. 

Eric thought he was going to cum right then and there. His little girl was kneeling in front of him, licking and touching his cock. It felt so good he almost couldn't control himself. He wanted to force her head down, feel her take him into her mouth and watch her suck his cock. To his delight, Molly seemed to know what he wanted. She began to take his cock into her mouth and suck it just how he liked it. He put his hands on her head and pulled her dark brown hair gently. He moaned with each suck. 

"Oh, Molly." 

Suddenly, she wanted him inside her. She stood up and pulled him with her. "I want you to fuck me." With this, Molly pulled his slacks and boxers down. She turned around, placed her hands on her bed and parted her legs. 

"Fuck me. Please." Molly begged. She reached around to tug him by his hip, "Now. Slide inside me." 

Eric couldn't believe how forward and controlling his daughter was. It was quite a turn on. He had always had to be the agressor in his past relationships. 

Obligingly, Eric placed his cock at her opening and penetrated her in one thrust. Her pussy was so wet and tight that he didn't think this would last long. He slowly began to move inside her and Molly moaned with each movement. 

"Oh, Daddy. Mmmmmm... Harder." 

He held onto her hips and began moving faster and harder. He could hear his balls rubbing against her pussy and he loved it.

"Fuck me, Daddy." Molly yelled. With this, she reached down between her legs to touch her clit. 

Eric obeyed, squeezed her hips tighter and began fucking her harder. His cock moved feverishly inside her. He did all he could to fuck her until she came around his cock. He pulled her harder against him, moving inside her deeper. Suddenly, he felt her tighten and convulse around his cock. Her screams of orgasm pushed him over the edge. He thrust inside her one more time and felt his own orgasm. With a groan of pleasure, he came inside his daughter.

Both of them were so exhausted after their orgasms, they chose to lay down on the bed. In the afterglow of such intoxicating sex, they tried to catch their breath.

"I'm sorry, Molly. That shouldn't have happened." Eric was suddenly feeling horrible about himself and what they had just done. Instead of holding his daughter, the woman he had just made love to, Eric stood and left her room. 

TO BE CONTINUED



Molly and Her Daddy Ch. 02



Molly lay in her queen size bed, under the snowy white comforter. She felt mildly lonely and a little empty, now that her father had gone. Although she understood his regret and guilt, she was an adult and had been a willing participant in their incestuous activities. She stretched her legs and arms and yawned, trying to get comfortable in her bed. The more she thought about her dad, the angrier she got. Molly was angry that she had just made love to her father and he had abandoned her. She wasn't really a one-night-stand kind of girl. So, Molly decided to do what any woman scorned would do- make her man jealous. 

Satisfied with her plan, she rolled over and pulled her comforter up to her shoulders for a nap. The long car ride paired with a couple of hours of vigorous sex had worn her out. 

Eric stood in the shower, thinking of what he had just done with his daughter. He had slept with her. For God's sake, he hadn't even used a condom. He had just cum inside his 20 year old daughter without even using a condom. What if she got pregnant? What would they do? Everyone would know they had had sex. 

On the other hand, he hadn't had sex that good in years. Eric didn't even think the first time he slept with Jamie, Molly's mother, that the sex had been that hot. Molly had been determined, dominant, and sexy with him. He hadn't had to be the aggressor; she had done that for him. And he had loved it. 

Suddenly, Eric realized he had another erection. He had been thinking about having sex with Molly and he was hard again; achingly hard. Was masturbating about fucking his daughter as bad as actually doing it? No. He decided to relieve himself and gripped his cock with his right hand. Thinking of Molly's body, her mouth, her lips, and her skin had hardened his cock. He pictured all of the things he still wanted to do with her. He thought of laying on his king size bed in the master bedroom, his daughter straddling his hips. He thought of being inside her, watching her breasts lightly bounce with the movements of her hips. Thinking about cumming inside her had brought him to the edge and thinking about her orgasm pushed him over. He softly stroked his cock as he came against the shower wall with a grunt, wishing he was cumming inside Molly instead. 

Molly awoke a couple of hours later, feeling rested and refreshed. She stood and stretched and realized she was still naked. After using the restroom, she slipped on a pair of pink panties, comfy grey plaid pajama pants, and a pink camisole. She brushed her hair and checked her reflection in the mirror. If she was going downstairs to see her father, she wanted to be the center of all of his attention. 

Downstairs, Molly's parents were both seated at the kitchen table, having take-out Chinese food. Eric looked up her, and she swore she saw a red tint to his face. He smiled and it caused the sudden blush to fade slightly. Molly smiled at her dad, feeling light hearted and hungry. So what if he's embarrassed? She wasn't. 

"Hi, guys," she greeted. 

"Hi, honey. Give me a kiss." Her mom ordered with a smile. 

Molly obeyed and bent over to kiss her mother on her cheek. As she did so, she knew her dad was staring at her cleavage. She met his eyes and winked. This caused him even more embarrassment and he awkwardly cleared his throat and reached for the fried rice. 

Molly grabbed a plate and served herself some sesame chicken, chicken with broccoli, and fried rice. She took a seat opposite her parents and began eating. 

"So how was your trip?" her mom asked, eagerly.

"Oh it was great. We ended up only having two bedrooms, and of course, Jenna and Michael wanted to share. I bunked with Matt." 

"Matthew Larson? How is he doing? I didn't realize he went with you kids. He's always been so in love with you. And what a nice boy!" Jamie exclaimed. 

What a nice boy, indeed, Molly thought. She wondered how her mother would feel if she knew Matt Larson had fucked Molly only days ago. She especially wondered how her father would feel. "He's good. We kind of caught up. I haven't really seen him since we graduated. He's working at his dad's car place and going to school. He's leaning towards engineering, I guess." 

"Wow, good for him. Isn't that good, dear?" Jamie asked Eric. 

"Mmmhmm... that's great. That's a great major. It'll take him places." He answered. Eric's eyes met Molly's and he smiled a rather sad smile. Molly returned his smile and took another bite. 

"What did you guys do?" Jamie wanted details about the trip. 

"Oh, not a lot of exciting stuff. We went boating, tanned a lot, and went swimming a lot. We also drank a lot." Molly laughed and thought of all the cocktails everyone had made. 

"Ah well, that's what vacations are for." Jamie said with a smile. 

The rest of the dinner conversation consisted of small talk about the weather, the great spring rolls, and the neighbor's new car. Molly's parents rarely talked about anything of substance. If you didn't know them, you would assume they were strangers. 

Molly helped cleaned up the dinner mess while her mother made coffee. 

"Do you have plans tonight?" Jamie asked. 

"Umm... I'm supposed to call Matt and so I think we might go out." Molly answered as she rinsed the plates and loaded them into the dishwasher. 

"That sounds fun." Jamie poured two cups of black coffee for her and Eric and sat at the table. 

Eric hadn't said much the whole meal, but he piped up when he heard Molly would be going out. "Well, where are you going?" 

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe to the Peacock." The Peacock was a popular dance club in town. Molly and her friends enjoyed it immensely. 

"Oh." Eric answered. 

Molly knew he was trying to avoid playing the overprotective father and on top of that, he seemed to be getting slightly jealous. Good, she thought. She finished the dishes and headed upstairs. 

In her bedroom, she dumped her travel bags out. Her cell phone landed on the floor and beeped with two missed calls. She scrolled down the list and saw that Matt had called, both times. She couldn't help but smile. She was starting to like him. 

Molly entered her code and listened to the messages. 

"Hi Molly, it's Matt. Uh.. Matt Larson. I know you said you'd call, but everyone was going out for a bite, and I was wondering if I could pick you up. It's about 7 now, so give me a call." 

"End of message. To erase this message, press..." Molly interrupted the recording with the push of the seven key and listened to the next message. 

"Hi Moll, it's Matt again. It's about 8 now and we're thinking about going dancing. Give me a call when you have time. I'd... uh... I'd love to see you." 

She smiled at the butterflies his voice caused. She was developing a crush on Matt Larson from elementary school. Who would've guessed? 

Molly dialed his number and waited for him to answer. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi Matt, it's Molly." 

"Molly! Hey! Want me to come get you? We're headed to the Peacock soon." 

"Sure, I need to change and get ready. I showered earlier, so it shouldn't take long. Can you give me like 15 minutes and head over?" 

"Sure, sure. I'll be over in a bit. We'll just meet everyone else there." 

"Sounds great. Thanks, Matt." 

"Uh huh, see you soon." He said. 

"Hey Matt?" 

"Yeah?" 

"I'd love to see you too." Molly said, and waited for his answer with a smile on her face. 

"Good, I'll be there in a few minutes." He said, sounding relieved. 

"Bye." 

"Bye, Molly." 

Molly hung up the phone and grabbed her make-up bag. She applied her foundation, powder, blush, and mascara quickly. She also sprayed a little perfume on her pulse points before heading to her closet to pick out an outfit. 

Molly was feeling pretty good about herself, so she grabbed a black miniskirt and pulled it over her legs and hips. She hooked a strapless bra around her breasts and reached for her blue halter top. Checking her outfit in the floor length mirror, she realized she had a panty line. Sighing, Molly pulled her panties down and slipped on a black thong. 

She was so excited to go to the Peacock. They hadn't been in awhile, and she was in a party mood. Especially since she had just been fucked and abandoned by her own father. She hoped that leaving the house with another man would drive him crazy with jealousy.

Molly was interrupted by her ringing cell phone. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey, I'm outside." 

"Okay, I'll be down in a sec. Bye!" 

"Okay, bye!" 

She grabbed her purse, tossed her cell phone in and ran down the stairs. Her parents were in the living room, watching a re-run of an old sitcom. 

"I'm headed out." She hugged and kissed her mom and then her dad. While she leaned over her father, she pressed her breasts a little firmer into his chest than she should have and quickly kissed his neck instead of his cheek. "I love you, Daddy," she said softly. 

"Bye!" She yelled as she headed out the door. 

Eric sat on the couch, watching an ancient episode of Green Acres while his little girl climbed into Mathew Larson's jeep. She was dressed to impress, even wearing a very revealing halter top and knee length black boots. She must really like him, he thought. Maybe she was just trying to pretend nothing happened between them. Eric didn't know, but these thoughts worried him. He decided to wait up for her so that they could talk things through. 

At the Peacock, Matt never left Molly's side. He kept his arm around her the entire night. Molly wasn't sure how she felt about his sudden possessiveness, but it was vaguely comforting. It was nice to belong to someone so kind. 

Matt was her only dance partner. Usually, she floated around the dance floor, dancing with strangers and friends. She wouldn't have guessed Matt was a dancer, but he was. He kept up with her easily and really had some nice moves. On the faster songs, Matt pulled her close while she grinded her hips and ran her hands through her hair. To Molly, dancing had always seemed like fucking with your clothes on. It was so erotic and sexy that she usually ended up making out with someone against the back wall. Tonight was no different. 

A few hours into the evening and multiple songs later, Molly found herself pressed up against her favorite wall, holding on to Matt and kissing him with an open mouth. He held on to her hips and tilted his head opposite hers; moved his tongue in sync with hers. He's a good kisser, Molly thought. Kissing Matt without any alcohol in her system was just as passionate as it was that night at the cabin. They definitely had chemistry. 

Matt broke the passion and deep breathing to ask, "Should we get out of here? It's getting late." 

"Sure," she answered. 

Once in the car, Molly leaned over to kiss Matt's neck. He started the engine and tilted his head away from her mouth, to allow for better access. She smiled once he started breathing heavily again, and leaned back against her own seat. She reached for her seat belt, while Matt buckled his. He looked over at her, smiled, and shifted into drive. She returned his smile and slid her hand down her neck to her chest. She bit her lower lip and dipped her finger between her cleavage. 

"You're so beautiful," Matt said. He glanced at her as they stopped at a stop sign. He leaned towards her for a kiss, and then returned his focus to the road. 

In Molly's driveway, Matt parked and leaned against the seat. He sighed heavily and said, "I really like you, Molly. I would really like to give this a try." 

She smiled at him and said, "I've been thinking the same thing. I'd really like to see you more." She was as surprised as Matt seemed to be at her words. Being with Matt had caused a lot of feelings to arise and she wanted to see where this would lead. 

"Really?" He seemed incredulous. 

"Yes." Molly said, determined to make him believe her. She leaned over to him and kissed him softly on the lips. The softness of this kiss led to another hot and heavy make out session. Eventually, Molly ended up sitting on Matt's lap, grinding her hips against his. Her hands were in his hair, and his hands were on her hips. The jeep was filled with muffled moans and heavy breathing as the two continued to kiss. 

They were suddenly interrupted by the opening of the driver side door. They both turned to see Molly's dad, Eric, standing on the pavement. 

"Daddy?" Molly asked, confused. Matt pulled Molly's skirt down and cleared his throat. 

"Hi, Mr. James." He said quickly, trying to avoid touching Molly anywhere scandalous. 

"Get out of this car, Molly Alexandra James." Molly didn't know whether or not she was pissed or thrilled. "This is completely unacceptable and unladylike. Mathew, I'm ashamed that you would take advantage of my daughter in public like this. Please go home. You can talk to Molly tomorrow." 

Molly grabbed her purse and tried to gracefully climb off of Matt and out of the car. Eric caught her forearm when she stumbled and Matt's hand ended up at the small of her back, trying to support her. Here she was, with her skirt bunched up around her hips, her hair a mess, making out with her boyfriend, and being supported by these two men who loved her in much the same way. She straightened her clothes and leaned in to kiss Matt on the cheek. "I'll call you tomorrow. Bye." 

"Okay, bye. Goodbye, Mr. James." 

"Goodbye, Mathew." 

Molly led the way into the house and her father followed. She headed into the living room and sat down on the couch. 

"Daddy, I'm sorry you had to see that. You're right; I shouldn't have been doing that in the driveway." 

"You shouldn't have been doing anything with that boy. We slept together today, Molly. Doesn't that mean anything to you?" 

"Yes, but it obviously didn't mean anything to you." Suddenly, Molly's eyes welled up with tears and she started to cry. Her daddy leaving her earlier had really hurt her. 

Eric took a seat next to his daughter and wiped her tears away with his thumb. "Don't cry, baby. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I was just very confused and felt very guilty. It meant the world to me. You're so beautiful and amazing and I love you." 

"Thank you. Apology accepted, I guess." Molly sniffled and looked up at her dad. 

"Good, I really am sorry. It drove me crazy to know you were out with Matt, wearing this." 

"Did it?" Molly played dumb. 

"Hell, yes. You're my little girl." Eric's jaw tightened as he said this. Obviously, he was thinking about Molly's make out session with Matt. 

"I just want to pretend that you've only been with me like that." Eric said, suddenly. 

"Okay, Daddy. We can do that. As long as you promise to never leave me like that again." Molly said, and leaned back on the couch. She spread her legs, causing her black skirt to bunch up around her hips again. 

From Eric's position on the couch, he could see her black thong, wet with her lust for Matt. Instead of feeling a rush of rage and jealously, he just felt a rush of passion for his little girl. His cock was instantly hard at the view in front of him. Molly ran her slim fingers down her chest to her breasts, then down to her tummy. She slowly lifted her halter top to reveal her smooth stomach and cute belly button. She reached around behind her neck to unhook the top, letting the thin fabric fall to reveal her breasts. Molly's nipples were hard and she slid her finger around each one, biting her lower lip, tantalizing her father. 

Eric eagerly watched the peep show his daughter was putting on for him. He wondered how far she would go. 

Molly's right hand slid down to her thigh, then up to her wet panties. She lifted her hips up to pull her thong off. The wet panties were tossed through the air, landing on the floor at Eric's feet. Her fingers found her wetness and he watched as one slim finger slipped inside her entrance. She tossed her head back and moaned, "Oh Daddy." 

Eric was torn; he wanted to watch his little girl masturbate, but he was aching to be inside her. His wife was asleep upstairs, dead to the world. She would never hear them making love. Suddenly, his decision was made. As Molly continued to touch herself, Eric stood and pulled his pajamas and boxers down. 

Molly licked her lips as she saw her father's cock spring into view. It was such a perfect size; not too small to be obnoxious and not too large to hurt. It had felt so good when he was inside her earlier.

"Mmm... Daddy. I want your cock inside me." Molly scooted lower on the couch so that her head was laying flat and spread her legs wider. Her father lay on top of her, settling himself between her welcoming legs. Molly could feel his erection pressing against her opening; feel it pressing gently against her wetness. She clung to him and kissed his face and neck, while he did the same to her. Their gasps and heavy breathing filled the room while Molly started to arch up against her father's hips. Her frantic movements were driving Eric crazy; he had to enter her. 

Eric slowly guided his cock inside his little girl. Molly moaned loudly as he entered her. Her grip tightened around his neck as he started to move. His cock filled her and she loved his hips pressing against hers. She spread her legs wider and dug her nails into his back. 

"Oh Daddy." 

He moved harder and faster inside her; their movements causing the couch to rub against the wall, making a scratching noise against it. Molly's moans of ecstasy quickly concealed it and Eric continued his deep movements. She clung to him and let out a deep moan as she began to climax. Her pussy tightened around his cock and he continued to thrust harder into her. He wanted to be inside his little girl for as long as possible. 

"Oh Daddy, I love how you feel inside me. Make me cum again." She whispered, breathing heavily. 

Eric rose to his knees, lifted Molly's legs to shoulder level, and continued to move inside her. Her moans instantly changed with their position. Molly suddenly felt like her father was much deeper inside her, and his movements caused Molly's second orgasm. This, coupled with her breasts bouncing gently with his movements helped push Eric to the edge of orgasm. Eric increased his pace and pressed his hips into Molly's, fucking her harder to help himself cum. Eric came inside his daughter for the second time in twenty four hours. 

"Oh, Molly. I love you." 

"I love you too, Daddy." 

Neither one of them knew where this was going, but they didn't really care. They loved each other, as father and child, and man and woman.



Molly and Her Daddy Ch. 03



One Month Later

Since the first time Molly had been intimate with her father, they had been nearly inseparable. Somehow, they had managed to avoid detection by Molly's mother, Jamie. Molly assumed it was just because her mother was so unhappy with her marriage and so busy working on her next book that she didn't venture out of her office very often. For the past couple of days, Jamie had been in California visiting her parents. The trip was under the guise of a long needed vacation, but Molly knew that her mother's upcoming book was set in the state. She figured it was more about research that family. 

Eric and Molly had taken full advantage of her mother's absence. Molly had been sleeping in the bed her parents shared together and this morning was no different. She opened her eyes groggily and rolled to cuddle up against her father's chest. He was also just opening his eyes from sleep. They had made love late into the evening, but Molly was still intrigued by his morning erection. She slid her hand under the sheet to grasp his hardening cock between her fingers. She smiled at his sleepy groan. 

"Daddy, I want..." 

Before she knew what he was about, he had rolled on top of her to settle himself between her welcoming thighs. In one smooth stroke, he entered her. "This?" 

She moaned against his neck and wrapped her arms around him, bringing him closer to her. She reveled in the feel of his strong chest pressing against her soft breasts. As he started to move inside her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and began kissing his neck. 

Eric quickened his pace; he was in no mood to go slow and Molly didn't want him to. She wanted him to make her cum, to feel him cum inside her. She loved holding onto him during his orgasm, feeling his release and tightening around him. Before she realized what was happening, she began to feel the waves of her orgasm hit her. She moaned against his ear and begged him to cum inside her. Eric was happy to oblige. He pulled her tighter against him and thrust inside her one last time. She held him close while he recovered. 

"Oh, Molly, you will be the death of me. I'm getting too old to make love to you every hour of every day." 

"You've done just fine, daddy. Keep up the good work." She pulled his mouth close to hers for a slow, gentle kiss. "You better get moving. You need to get to work." 

Eric knew she was right and reluctantly climbed out of bed. "Want to shower with me?" He smiled mischievously, knowing she would take him up on his offer. 

They spent the next half hour washing each other gently and making love against the shower wall. By the time they were out and dried off, Eric would have to rush to get to the office. He kissed Molly goodbye at the door and she watched as he drove away.  

As Molly made her breakfast, she thought of the changes in her life over the past 30 days. She never thought she would be playing house with her own father. They had always been extremely close, but this was on a whole new level. Though she was thoroughly enjoying herself, she was pretty sure she was playing with fire. Would she end up getting burned? 

Though Molly loved her father and was by no means ashamed of their physical relationship, she had also become romantic with her childhood friend, Matt. Mathew had already told her how much he cared for her and she knew he would be happy if she moved in with him. He had also made it clear that he was being monogamous and only had eyes for her. She never would've thought it possible, but she knew she was falling in love with him. He was such a sweet, gentle man. He was always careful to keep her by his side and she couldn't help but feel safe with him. When they made love, she only had eyes for him and loved feeling like she belonged to him and only him.

Her father also thought she belonged to him and only him. He had no idea how close her and Matt had become and would be furious if he knew they were sleeping together. Though they were enjoying themselves, she wasn't foolish enough to believe they had a future together. 

It was all very confusing and by the time she had finished her bagel, Molly had an excruciating headache. Her love triangle debacle was interrupted by the sound of her cell. She read the display and smiled: Matt. 

"Good morning." 

"Good morning, sunshine. How'd you sleep?" Despite her best efforts, she blushed when he asked the question. She hadn't done much sleeping and couldn't help feeling like she was being unfaithful to both of the men in her lives. 

"Good. How about you?" 

"I would've slept better if I had you to keep me company. All night long." Molly knew where this was going immediately. He had really been pushing the issue of moving in together. Not only was she still trying to sort out her feelings, but they had only been dating for a month. 

"You know how I feel about this. I would love to live with you, but I can't leave Daddy. We haven't been together for very long and he really wouldn't approve." 

"Yeah, yeah. Especially after that night in the car... he probably will never forget what you looked like when he dragged you off my lap." Matt laughed at the mental image. 

Molly smiled and tried to suppress a laugh and act offended, but she failed miserably. Matt was talking about the night they realized they wanted to explore their relationship. They had been drinking and dancing and ended up making out in Matt's car. They had been interrupted by her jealous father and she had been rudely ripped off her boyfriend's lap. They were at the point where it was funny, but it hadn't been that night. 

"I doubt it. He still fumes when I mention your name." 

Matt sobered quickly. "Are you ever going to tell him about you and me?" 

Molly regretted her statement immediately. Their had been a lot of tension between her and Matt lately over this exact topic. "I will. Soon." 

"When?" 

She guessed she needed some pushing. It was about time. Her mother would be home from her trip soon anyway. Her sexual relationship with her father had to end soon. Didn't it? 

"This week. I'll make dinner and have you over to spend some time with Daddy. Mom loves you already. She doesn't have any problem with you, no matter what he says. She thinks you're a perfect gentleman and that Daddy's trying to frame you." 

"At least someone's on my side. That sounds great, beautiful. What night?" 

"Let's do it tomorrow night. I have all of the ingredients for homemade pizza."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow night. Do you want me to bring anything?" 

"Nope. Just come on your best behavior." 

"I'm always on my best behavior, Ms. James." 

"Right, Mr. Grabby Hands. I'll talk to you later." 

"Okay, I love you." 

"Bye." 

Did Matt just tell her he loved her? No, he couldn't have. It was just a slip. He couldn't possibly mean it. She was happy with him, but she knew she didn't really deserve him, much less his love. She was betraying him daily by sharing her body with her father. She tried to put the thought out of her mind and concentrate on her day. She had a lot planned; her mother had made a list of chores and she wanted to finish them quickly so she could enjoy her time with Matt and her dad. 

While Molly spent the day cleaning out the refrigerator, mopping the bathrooms, and changing the sheets on all of the beds, Eric sat at his desk daydreaming. He was thinking about the steamy shower he had shared with Molly that morning. Just as he thought of pressing her into the blue tile and sliding inside her, his phone rang. His boss barked an order for him to get out on the lot to meet with a young couple interested in a minivan. He stood, adjusted himself, and headed outside. He couldn't wait to be home with Molly. 

When Molly heard her father's car pull up, she couldn't suppress the butterflies in her stomach. Something about him made her heartbeat quicken. She had made lasagna for dinner and knew he would be thrilled. She sat the casserole dish on the table and went to grab the garlic bread. She was just putting the bread into a basket when Eric entered the kitchen. 

"Mmm... hi, honey. It smells wonderful." He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the side of neck in greeting. 

"Thanks, Daddy. Are you hungry?" 

"Famished. First we'll eat dinner, then I'll show you how hungry I am." He whispered this promise against the side of her neck. The huskiness in his voice made her a little breathless. 

"Mind your manners. Wash your hands and come sit down." 

Eric did as he was told and loosened his tie on the way to the table. Molly had already cut him a portion of the lasagna and had placed a slice of bread on his plate. He grabbed a fork and dug in. 

"What'd you do today, baby?" Eric asked as he buttered his slice of bread. 

"Oh, nothing exciting. Just finished up the list mom wanted me to do. I do have something to talk to you about." 

"Alright, shoot." Though he was listening, Molly could tell he was more interested in his dinner than her important announcement. She wondered how he would react to her news. 

"We're going to be having a dinner guest tomorrow." 

"Oh?" 

"Mathew Larson." His demeanor instantly changed and she could see his emotions flit across his face before he calmed down: anger, jealously, sadness. She ached for him and reached out to touch his hand. 

"What do you think about that, Daddy?" She asked, searching for the answer in his eyes. She knew he was hurt, but she wasn't sure why exactly. 

"I'm not sure what to think. I just want to keep you for myself. You're serious about him?" 

"I think so. We really care for each other, Daddy. I don't know how long you and I can go on like this. Mom will be home soon and I just feel like, maybe it's time to stop now."

"No. We will figure out a way to be together. You may have your relationship with this boy, but you will always be mine." He was furious now. She could see the muscle in his cheek ticking, flinching with each of his words. 

Anger immediately took over. She couldn't stop herself. Being told what to do was so patronizing of him. She was not his property and wasn't about to be ordered around. 

"I won't let you tell me what to do. I'm only telling you this so you'll have time to adjust to the idea of spending an evening with Matt. I want you to give him a chance, to see how much he cares for me. He's a good man and I'm lucky to know him." 

"What exactly are you trying to tell me? Are you in love with him?" 

"I don't know, Daddy. I just know that there is the possibility of a future with him. There is no possibility of a future with you. We can never be together. I cannot have your children. I cannot be your wife. We can only share our bodies in the privacy of your bedroom." Molly felt so guilty, but knew she had to tell him the truth. She owed it to him. 

"I see." Eric would never admit it, but he knew that she was right. 

They finished their dinner in silence, each thinking about their own situation. Molly cleared the table while her father headed for his office. She knew without asking that he would be there for the rest of the evening, nursing a bottle of scotch. 

As Molly stripped her clothes off and pulled a pink chemise over her head, her cell rang. She reached for it was grateful to read Matt's name. 

"Hi."

"Hey, beautiful. Are we still on for dinner?" 

"I think so. Daddy's not very happy, but he'll be polite." 

"I want you to know how much I appreciate it. I want him to give us his blessing." Matt said earnestly. 

"I didn't know you cared so much about what he thought." 

"Oh, I don't. But I know you do." Matt laughed when he said this, but she knew her father's approval was more important to him than he let on. It must hurt to be disliked for no reason. 

"Thank you." She meant the words. 

"You're welcome. I can't wait to see you tomorrow." 

"Me too. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight." 

"Goodnight, beautiful." 

As she lay in her father's bed, she thought of the two men who each had half of her heart. She fell asleep wishing someone would fix the big mess she had gotten herself into. 

Eric spent several hours stewing about his daughter and her new boyfriend. Would Matt take care of her? He just didn't see how he could let her go. After awhile, he began to need her. He needed her to hold him, take him inside her, to love him. He went to her for what he thought might be the last time. 

Molly didn't resist as her father pulled her close to him. He stripped her of her soft chemise and tossed it on the floor. She was still groggy with sleep, but she wrapped her arms around him and held him close. He kissed her mouth slowly, softly, and then more hungrily as she began to respond to him. 

"Oh, Daddy." 

He moved his mouth down to her neck, then lower, to her breasts. He slowly took one of her pert nipples into his mouth. She arched her back beneath him, tightened her hold around his neck, and silently begged him for more. He kissed his way down her flat stomach while he slid his hand between her legs. She spread her thighs for him and he pressed his fingers against her wet opening. She was so hot for him, so ready, but he wanted to taste her. 

Her hands were in his hair, forcing him down lower. She spread her legs wider as he obliged her. His placed gentle kisses on her soft lips, tasting her wetness. She groaned as he dipped his tongue inside her, slid it up to tease her clit, and then back down again. 

"Slide your fingers inside me. Please, Daddy." 

He did as she asked and slid two fingers deep inside her. She tightened around him as he began to stroke her. He suckled her clit into his mouth, swirled his tongue against her, and moved deeper and harder inside her. He almost entered her when he felt her orgasm nearing, but fought the urge. She arched her hips against his mouth, held him to her, and shook with the fierceness of the pleasure he forced on her. 

While she recovered, he continued to slowly slide his tongue against her. He loved the taste of her. After her orgasm, she was so wet; it nearly killed him not to slide his throbbing cock inside her. 

"Daddy, I want you inside me. Cum inside me, Daddy." 

He wanted the same thing. Eric rolled over onto his back and pulled her on top of him. He hadn't watched her straddle him in days. Suddenly, he had the overwhelming urge to watch his cock slide inside her, to watch her move her hips against him. Molly understood his need and straddled his hips. She gripped his cock between her soft fingers and guided him to her opening. She was so wet against the tip of his cock, he groaned with the need to be inside her. 

"Please." It was Eric begging this time. 

Molly gave in and took him inside her. The feeling of him filling her up and the look of pleasure on his face was so erotic. She couldn't take it so slow; she had to move and couldn't wait for him to cum inside her. 

Eric held her hips and helped set the pace. He thrust upwards as Molly's hips met his own. Their pace was hot, feverish, and passionate. He loved watching as his cock disappeared inside her again, loved looking at the place where they were connected. He forced Molly's hips down again and again, harder and harder, until he could feel her orgasm beginning. She arched her back, gripped his hands, and moved her hips harder against him. He could feel her tighten around him, with her own pleasure. As he watched her orgasm, he thrust his hips upward, filling her as fully as possible, and spilled his seed inside her. 

She laid against his chest, her father's cock still throbbing inside her. She was so content, she could barely breathe. Both of their heartbeats began to slow and Eric lazily rubbed his daughter's back. 

Neither knew what would happen tomorrow, but for now, it was enough to share their bodies, to be lovers, and to be together. 

TO BE CONTINUED...



Molly and Her Sisters



[Note: Thanks to Curious2c--this story was inspired by, though it's quite different from, his story "Triple Trouble".]

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I suppose you might think I was a complete idiot—the blindest, most stupid of husbands. But the thing is.... 

Well, first, hindsight is always 20-20. But beyond that, like most happily married men, I loved and trusted my wife. I had absolutely no idea that the woman I had loved and cherished for eight years, with whom I had shared so many intimacies and so many happy memories, was a selfish monster. Or, more accurately, one of a matched set of three selfish monsters.

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Molly's two sisters were a fact of my life, pretty much from the first time she and I ever dated. I'd never even met an identical triplet before, and it was both alarming and quite cool to see three look-alikes—make that three gorgeous look-alikes—when I went to Molly's apartment to pick her up. 

We'd met at a grocery store when she asked me to reach up to the top shelf for some herbal tea she couldn't get to. Molly is only 5'2", curvy and voluptuous, with jet-black hair she wears short around her ears. I'm a bit over 6' so I was a natural person to ask for help. I didn't find out until our fourth date that she'd seen me in the produce aisle, thought I was cute, and waited patiently near the herbal tea until I came along so she could ask for help.

That was pretty flattering, I can tell you! And what made it even better is that when she told me, she was lying naked in my arms and we'd just finished making love for the first time.

Our first couple of dates had been really wonderful—we went to dinner and talked until nearly 11 pm, we took a walk in the park and fed the ducks, we went to a rather lame chick-flick and held hands throughout the whole thing. Pretty corny, right? But I was smitten, enchanted, transfixed.

Molly was by a long shot the most beautiful girl I'd ever dated—sexy in a wholesome, girl-next-door kind of way, with a smile that could melt the heart of an IRS auditor. After I'd fetched the tea for her, she chatted with me amiably, allowing me to think that I was picking HER up. And I was absolutely thrilled when I headed to the check-out line with a dinner date for the following Friday.

She'd said something vague about having sisters, but I wasn't prepared for three beautiful Mollys when one of them opened the door and said, "hi, you must be Scott."

I was tongue-tied. "Uh, you, you're, um, not Molly?"

She laughed, as charmingly as Molly had during our conversation in the grocery store, and said, "no, I'm Hannah. Molly and Amy and I are triplets—didn't she mention us?"

"Yes, I guess she did—but somehow I didn't hear anything about 'identical'."

Hannah laughed again. "Molly does that sometimes—just a little fun at your expense. I'll go get her—come on in."

There was yet another Molly in the living room, but of course this one was Amy. They all had the same haircuts, the same figures and the same dazzling smiles, so I didn't have a chance of knowing who was who until Molly came out of one of the bedrooms and said, "hi, Scott. Would you like a nice cup of herbal tea?"

During that first dinner date we talked about everything under the sun, but a lot of time was spent on Molly's life as a triplet. I was fascinated, and wanted to know all about what it was like. Did she enjoy seeing herself in two other faces all the time? Were they closer than most siblings—could they almost read one anothers' minds, the way identical twins are supposed to be able to do? Did they ever switch identities to fool people?

"I don't know if we read each others' minds, exactly," Molly told me, "but we are very close. I feel like I can almost always tell what Amy or Hannah is thinking, and they often do the same thing—like answering a question I haven't gotten around to asking yet, for instance. We've always been that way.

"As for fooling other people--" she stopped, and grinned at me—"I guess we've done a little of that sort of thing. You noticed that we all wear our hair the same way?"

I nodded, and she went on.

"As little girls we loved to fool people—our elementary school teachers, relatives, even our parents! They couldn't tell us apart either, amazingly enough. It was lots of fun, especially when Amy or Hannah got in trouble and wanted to avoid the spanking. 'No, Dad, I'm not Amy, I'm Molly!' "

She grinned. "You can pretty much imagine how it went. Probably drove Mom and Dad crazy.

"Then in junior high we all wanted to be different. For a while it really bugged us that people constantly mixed us up. So we wore our hair differently, and made sure to take different classes, do different activities. Like I was on the yearbook staff, Amy wrote for the newspaper, and Hannah played field hockey.

"But after a few years, we missed being interchangeable, so we went back to being look-alikes. Once in a while I'd take a chem test for Amy, or Hannah would give an oral presentation for me. It helped us all a bit with our grades, you know?" She grinned at me.

"And there was one time when Brad Hendricks asked Amy out on a date, our junior year. She was crazy about him, and when she got the flu the morning of their date she was beside herself. She cried and moaned, said he'd never ask her out again if she canceled the date. In the end, she talked me into being her for one night. It wasn't hard, because it was their first date and they didn't know each other very well anyway.

"Starting with date #2 Amy took over again, and they went out for almost a year. She never told him I'd been her stand-in!"

Years later, of course, I remembered that story with a great deal of bitterness. But as I said, at the time I was sitting across the table from a beautiful, funny, charming girl. I was already crazy about her. And the fact that she seemed to like me too was unbelievable—like a miracle.

The three girls had split up for college, and enjoyed aspects of being apart. But they also missed one another, and so all three had moved back to Cincinnati after graduation. They found a big apartment to share, and that's where I went to pick up Molly for our date—where I met her sisters for the first time.

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So—we can fast-forward eight years. Molly and I dated, we fell in love, and after two years we got married. I considered myself the luckiest man on planet Earth. I had a job in a graphic design firm, and since I had more computer experience than the older guys who ran the place I was a valuable commodity, so I was making good money. We could easily afford a nice three-bedroom house in Oakley Square, just a few miles from our jobs downtown.

And I guess you won't be surprised to learn who our neighbors were. Three years after Molly's and my wedding, Amy had married a tall, rather dull guy named Ted, who worked in financial services. He was perfectly friendly, just not very interesting. Anyway, they lived right next to us, at the end of a little dead-end street called Ferdinand Place.

Amy and Ted's yard backed up to the back yard of a house on Oakpark Place—and guess who lived there? Sorry, you don't get any points, because it was too easy. Hannah, of course, with her husband Arnold. Arnie was the complete opposite of Ted. He was a few years older than we were, a short, funny guy who owned several bowling alleys in the Cincinnati area. He smoked cigars—until Hannah browbeat him to quit—told amusing, frequently off-color jokes, and was terrific company. They'd gotten married a few months before Amy and Ted.

It was no surprise to any of the three husbands that our wives insisted on living so close together. There was a way in which they were almost like Siamese triplets, attached at the hip. Ted and Arnie and I were all used to the way they finished one another's sentences, or seemed to have the same ideas at the same time.

We also adjusted to their need to get together every night—and I mean virtually EVERY NIGHT—to chat for a while before bed. They'd meet in one of our three kitchens, around 9:30 or 10, and visit for a bit, then each one would head home to her husband.

Even after eight years of being with Molly, I could never tell with complete confidence which triplet was which, and Ted and Arnie confessed that they had the same problem. We all got very good at noticing what clothes each wife was wearing, or who had on a particular necklace or set of earrings. When we had Christmas with Pam and Donald, their parents, it was clear that they had as much trouble telling their daughters apart as we did.

This is not to say that their personalities were all the same. Amy was a little stiff, a little more prissy and conservative than her two sisters. Hannah, on the other hand, was the wild one—she drank a bit more, told a few more dirty jokes, and would certainly have been voted "most likely to dance topless on a bar" of the three sisters, though I don't think she actually ever did that. My Molly was in between, and I thought she was perfect: sweeter and more outgoing than Amy, but more level-headed than Hannah.

So it wasn't that you didn't notice differences among the sisters when we were all spending time together. Rather it was that you couldn't tell by sight or by voice which was which. Another way of saying it is, when they wanted to fool you, you didn't stand a chance.

Because none of us had kids yet, vacations were easy to plan. As you might have guessed, Molly and her sisters demanded that we vacation together as a six-some. So we took two weeks each summer and went somewhere fun: Las Vegas, or a beach resort in North Carolina, or Italy one year. We were a pretty compatible group, so the husbands didn't object.

But in return I insisted on a week away each year with just Molly—time for her and me alone, no Amy, no Hannah, no brothers. At first this was a genuine bone of contention, and there were some heated arguments and frosty silences. It took several go-rounds before Molly understood that I was dead serious. In fact it took three years before things came to a head.

"I love your sisters, and I have fun with Arnie and Ted—but I want some time for just us. Is that so hard to understand? That's my deal—you get the two week trip with all of us each year, and I get the one week with you alone."

I must have given some version of that speech about ten times. But it wasn't until the day before our Italy trip, when Molly came home from work and saw that I hadn't even begun my packing, that she gave in. Boy, was that an argument! But I said flatly that unless she agreed to a week away with me, I was staying home. She and the other two couples could go off to Italy without me.

There was more than an hour of yelling—none of it by me—and maybe twenty phone calls to Amy and Hannah. Both sisters came over to help Molly beat me down, but I wasn't yielding. They were happy to explain to me, over and over, how selfish and short-sighted I was being, and how no loving husband would be so inflexible. Etc.

In the end, Molly agreed to my demand, and off to Italy we went. But it was pretty cold between us for several days, and her sisters joined her in making sure I knew I was in the doghouse. If it hadn't been for the support of Arnie and Ted—who were secretly delighted that I'd won, as it meant they'd get the same deals from their wives—I might have given up and flown home early.

But by about the fifth day, the romance and beauty of Florence had softened Molly up, and the rest of the trip was terrific. As was our week alone at Sanibel Island the next winter. After that, each year featured two wonderful weeks with Molly's sisters, and one wonderful week without.

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So what's the problem? It all sounds pretty terrific, right? And it was. The problem came when we started trying to have kids.

Molly and I knew we'd have them someday, but we'd been enjoying life as a couple (or as a couple glued to two other couples) too much to be in a hurry. But when she and her sisters turned 30 (I was 32), the biological clock started chiming. She stopped taking the pill, and within a couple of months Molly and I were on a baby-making mission.

Not that I objected, either to the goal or the process of getting there. I had always loved sex with my beautiful, delicious wife. Our sex life was most often intimate and tender rather than rough and wild. We had our usual three or four favorite positions, and the nights we spent extra time on being playful or inventive grew less and less frequent over the years, as I imagine happens with most married couples. Oral sex was almost always part of our love-making, as Molly really enjoyed the way I went down on her.

Once in a while Molly would surprise me—she'd come to bed very horny and be much more aggressive, and we'd fuck strenuously a couple of times in an evening. On a birthday or our anniversary we always had champagne, and that invariably got her extra fired-up. But for the most part it was more gentle and loving, and that was fine with me.

One night after she'd just ravished me I joked with her about it, and found that it didn't go over well at all. It was a Saturday, and when I got back from the grocery store with the stuff for dinner I heard her calling me from the bedroom—where I found her lying naked on her tummy on the bed, holding a bottle of massage oil.

"I'm a little tense today, cowboy," she murmured. "You think you could help me out here?"

It was fantastic! I gave her back and legs a thorough work-out, while she moaned contentedly, then I turned her over and worked on her, first with my fingers and then for much longer with my lips and tongue until she had come three times. Then we fucked, hard, until I shot ecstatically into her. We lay together dreamily for awhile.

Molly went off to the kitchen and brought us back a snack—dinner seemed to be off the agenda—and before long we were rolling around again. She gave me a world-class blowjob, stopping just before I shot into her mouth, and then she rode me like a wild woman, coming a couple more times before I came again.

When we were catching our breath, smiling at each other, I said, "wow—that was something, Molly." Then I pretended to think hard.

"Or wait! Maybe you're not Molly—did I just get very lucky with Amy or Hannah tonight? I'm not sure Molly has ever been that worked-up!"

She couldn't have failed to know I was kidding—but instead of a chuckle or an answering wise-crack I got a cold stare.

"Scott, that is not funny! How could you think that I would ever do something like that? Do you really think I would ever share you with my sisters?"

As she glared angrily at me, I could feel the temperature in the room drop about ten degrees.

"Molly, I'm sorry," I said. "I was just kidding, honey." I reached to take her in my arms, but she rolled away from me and stood up.

"I'm going to shower," she said, still clearly angry with me, and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the lock click behind her.

I got the cold shoulder for the rest of the night and most of the next day. Molly seemed determined to send the message that some things were just not to be joked about. Finally at dinner on Sunday I apologized again, reiterating that it had just been a harmless joke, and she seemed to relax a bit. 

She let me spoon up behind her in bed that night and I sighed to myself in relief. I didn't like having Molly angry at me, and I made a mental note never to joke about sister-switching again.

It seemed funny, though, her being so sensitive about it. On our very first date she'd told me the story about taking Amy's place on a date with a high-school boy. And I remembered a time a few weeks before our wedding when the subject had come up again.

Molly and I were disagreeing about something trivial, like which hotel we should stay at for our honeymoon in Curacao. I gave in to her, of course—but during our mock-argument I suggested that if she didn't want me, perhaps I'd marry one of her sisters.

At that time she'd joked right back at me. "I don't think they'd take you, baby. Both Amy and Hannah are very light sleepers, and I've told them you snore sometimes. That would be a deal-breaker. Better stick with me!"

"Rats!" I responded. "Okay then, if I can't have Amy or Hannah I guess I'll marry you after all." And that was the end of that. So I didn't understand at all why, several years later, she got so extremely pissed when I made essentially the same joke.

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In any event, and as I've said, it was baby-making, or rather our attempt at baby-making, that brought my life tumbling down around my head.

We'd been trying—and having fun at it!—for about ten months. I'd heard of lots of couples who took a year or two to get pregnant, so I wasn't at all worried. But Molly was increasingly concerned about our lack of success, and she insisted I go to our doctor to get checked out.

So I did. I had the fun of sitting in a little room with some porn mags and jerking off into a cup, and then I waited for the phone call a few days later.

It came on a Friday while I was at work. I closed my office door and spoke for a couple of minutes to Dr. Rendell.

"Well, Scott, you've got nothing to worry about," he said. "Your sperm count is a bit lower than normal—it's about 70% of the average for men in their 30s—but that's no big deal. Your sperm are healthy and strong, there just aren't quite as many of them. You and Molly should have no trouble conceiving, but it may take you a little longer than with some couples."

That was good news! And I looked forward to getting home and reassuring Molly. But for some reason it slipped my mind—at dinner we got into a long conversation about Cincinnati city politics, of all things, and I forgot to bring it up.

The subject didn't come back to me until nearly 11. The sisters' regular get-together happened to be in our kitchen that night, and I'd watched some basketball on TV and then gone up to bed. I frequently went to sleep before Molly came up.

But as I was nearly drifting off I remember the news about my sperm count, and I felt I should tell Molly right away. So I grabbed my bathrobe and headed downstairs, thinking I'd interrupt the conversation in the kitchen just long enough to tell Molly we had nothing to worry about.

As I moved through the living room towards the kitchen I heard a burst of exuberant laughter from the three sisters through the closed swinging door. I smiled to myself, reflecting for the hundredth time on how much they enjoyed one another's company; and instead of heading right into the kitchen I stopped for a moment to eavesdrop on their conversation.

It was totally innocent, I swear. I just couldn't help being curious what they were having so much fun talking about—I hadn't the faintest idea of what I was about to hear.

Voice #1: "Well if he isn't the best, why do you keep wanting to switch with me all the time?"

Voice #2, giggling: "I didn't say Arnie wasn't the best—I just said that he couldn't eat pussy the way Scott does."

Voice #3 (or still #2? I couldn't tell): "Besides, you greedy cow, you still get Arnie more nights each week than either of us—"

"Plus weekends!" another voice interrupted.

"So you should hardly be complaining about your situation." (more laughter)

I stood there in utter shock. To say "I couldn't believe what I was hearing" is to understate it—I was beyond disbelief. Switching? Having sex with each other's husbands?

I sat quietly down on a chair, tried to recover my senses, and tuned back into the conversation.

"...nearly a year, and I just don't think Scott is going to be able to get the job done." (That had to be Molly, I thought.)

"So you're going with Plan B?"

"Yeah, if his sperm count doesn't come back okay. He was tested about a week ago, so we should hear any time."




Molly and Her Sisters



"How are we going to work it?"

"No problem—I'll just spend a few nights with Ted when I'm most fertile. It's a little boring only being with Scott every night, anyway. And at the end of my cycle, when I'm safe, I want a couple of nights with Arnie."

"No way, Moll, it's not foolproof. You don't get Arnie again until you're knocked up!" (laughter)

It was still too soon for my shock to turn into anger. I tried as hard as I could not to believe the only conclusion I could reach from what I'd heard: that Molly intended to let Ted get her pregnant!

I realized that Ted and I looked quite a lot alike, though he was 3-4 inches taller. We had the same hair and eye color, and the same overall body type, unlike Arnie who was shorter and heavier.

I sat, motionless, horrified, on the chair in the dark living room, confronting the sudden end of my happy marriage. I could barely think—and then I realized the coffee-klatsch in the kitchen was breaking up. I quietly retreated to the bedroom, where I hopped back in bed and lay still.

As stunned as I was, I knew that I could never confront Molly without doing some thinking first. For that matter, who knew which sister would be coming up to sleep with me?! So I calmed my breathing, and when one of the girls slid into bed a few minutes later, she assumed I was already asleep.

I felt a gentle kiss on my cheek, and her soft voice said, "love you, baby", the way Molly so often did last thing before we went to sleep. It was all I could do not to jump up and yell at her. "Oh do you, you cheating whore? Then how do you explain fucking my two brothers?"

But I lay still, controlling my breathing. Waiting for her to fall asleep. Planning.

****************

Within a few minutes I could hear Molly's—or whoever's—breathing get slow and regular. But I waited a full hour, to be absolutely sure she was sleeping, before I got out of bed.

I thought about how they could have pulled it off, and realized right away that it wouldn't have been tough at all. If they were switching husbands for sex alone, they would have changed clothes during their evening get-togethers. They all worked part-time, as co-managers of an interior design shop, so none of them left their houses in the morning before Arnie, Ted and I. Switching back in the morning would have been easy.

The only difficulty might have been weekends. Either we got to sleep with our own wives on weekends, I figured, or they arranged to make the switch sometime later in the day. But it still would have been possible, since the six of us had a barbecue or a brunch or some kind of get-together nearly every weekend—and if not, a quick trip "to my sister's house to pick up a catalogue she's got for me" or some similar pretext would have worked just as well.

No, figuring out the "how" wasn't difficult. It was the "why" that baffled me.

You might think that we husbands should have been able to tell the difference. I mean, can't you tell your own wife apart from another woman, for Chrissakes? But here's the thing: we had no reason to be suspicious! We had no doubts, or at least I had previously had no doubts, about the identity of the woman in my bed.

And there was something else, I realized. Early in our marriage Molly and I had loved to lie in bed at night, just talking. Either before, after, or instead of sex. We talked about our relationship, our future plans, work, our families—everything under the sun.

But that had changed. I don't know quite when, but several years earlier Molly had begun to discourage late-night conversations. She would come into the bedroom after her get-togethers with her sisters and we'd just go to bed. We might have sex or we might not—but any conversations I tried to start were greeted with, "I'm real tired, honey. Could we talk about it tomorrow?"

In fact, for years now all our important conversations, all our sharing about our days or plans for the future, were at dinner-time or earlier in the evening, never late at night in bed. This must have been a conscious strategy—since the women were switching partners, the less talking that went on the less likely that a wife might be caught not knowing something she should, or failing to remember something from the past.

******

When I was certain "Molly" was asleep I crept into the study, found the ink pad that we use for the deposit stamp on our checking accounts, and got some of the indelible black ink on my finger-tip. Then, returning to the bedroom, I gently made a small mark on her back, on the right side about midway between her shoulder blade and her shoulder. It was no bigger than a pencil eraser—and she would never notice it unless she were carefully examining her back in the mirror.

I went into the bathroom and used soap and warm water on my finger. As I had thought, the ink remained—even hard scrubbing only removed some of it. I worked on it for a while with a pumice stone, until what was left was faint enough that no one would be likely to see it.

Climbing back into bed, I smiled grimly to myself as I contemplated my next move. The worst of the shock had worn off, and I was deeply angry. If what I had understood from the women's conversation was accurate, Molly had betrayed me: thoroughly and systematically, perhaps for years. She and her sisters had put themselves and their common bond ahead of the duty to love and be faithful that they all owed to their husbands.

I felt used; tricked; humiliated. I tried to imagine a way all this could be made right—but I didn't see one.

****************

On Saturday we had a barbecue in the afternoon at Ted's house. I waited for a moment when the women were inside, presumably getting the food ready. Ted was fussing with the grill, and I asked Arnie if he felt like taking a quick walk around the block. He was always a little worried about his weight, so he was happy to get a bit of exercise.

When we were a safe distance from the house I said, "Arnie, if you don't mind I'd like to talk about something personal for a couple of minutes—is that okay?"

"Sure Scott, what's up?"

"Well, first, let's agree that this will be only between us, all right? I don't want Molly or Hannah—or Amy and Ted either, for that matter—to know we had this conversation. So if anybody asks what we were talking about on our walk, let's just say I was feeling you out about next summer's trip, getting your ideas about whether we might go to Greece."

Arnie seemed pleased by the cloak-and-dagger; he grinned and said, "my lips will be sealed."

"It's a little embarrassing, but I wanted to ask about, well, your and Hannah's, uh, sex life. Molly and I make love about once or twice a week, and I frequently wish it could be more. I just wondered whether her sisters were the same."

Arnie clapped a hand on my back heartily and said with a laugh, "afraid you're getting the short end of the stick then, pal! Hannah and I do it every night, pretty much. I guess we miss an occasional night when she has her period, or one of us is really worn out, but other than that it's as regular as clockwork."

He saw the look on my face and chuckled. "Picked the wrong sister, didn't you? Well, how could you have known? Or any of us, for that matter. I guess I just got lucky!"

Keeping a disappointed look on my face, to hide the rage I was feeling, I said, "I guess you did, Arnie. Tell me: has it always been like that? I mean, since the beginning of your marriage?"

He reflected. "Pretty much. Hannah and I have this routine, I guess you'd call it—a little game we play. You know how the girls have their get-togethers in somebody's kitchen, most nights?"

I nodded, and he went on. 

"I'm usually in bed, reading or watching TV by the time she gets back. And when she comes into the bedroom she gets this look in her eye and she always says the same thing, in a sexy voice: 'well, big boy, how do you want me tonight?' And I suggest something—you know, cowgirl, or maybe warming up with a backrub or a blow-job—and then we do it.

"Or once in a while she'll come in and say, 'hey, big boy, how about doggie-style?' But almost always it's the exact same line: 'how do you want me tonight?' I know it sounds silly, but as long as I'm getting laid I have no complaints!" He laughed heartily, and I tried to join him.

"One more question," I said. "It used to be that Molly and I would talk a lot in bed, about ourselves, our relationship, that sort of stuff. But in recent years the bedroom has been pretty much only for sex and sleep—we never really just talk any more. Is Hannah like that too?"

"Pretty much. Those 'meaningful', relationship type of conversations we seem to save for other times of day. Doesn't matter much to me, I have to say. But I guess it's pretty much like with you and Molly," he laughed a little, "the bedroom's for fucking, then for falling asleep afterwards."

As we walked back to the house Arnie chattered away, mostly about the Bengals (his one great love apart from Hannah) and I tried to say, "yeah" and "I know" and "really?" at the appropriate moments. But my mind was miles away. In some really cold, dark, desolate place. Getting very, very angry.

****************

I managed to get through the afternoon and evening without blowing my top, although people seemed to notice I was a little withdrawn. I was determined to keep it together for one more day, so I took "Molly" out for Indian food, her favorite, after we left Ted and Amy's, and I tried to be a cheerful companion all evening.

At around 10 "Molly" spent a little time at Amy's with her sisters, as usual, and when she returned and we were getting ready for bed I made a point of coming up behind her, gently rubbing her neck and shoulders, and looking for the ink mark. It wasn't there!

Okay, that's it, I thought. You fucking whore! Whoever you are, it's time for you and your sisters to feel the heat.

"Honey," I said, "how is that scratch on your leg? Let me take a look."

Whichever sister it was, she stiffened a little. "The scratch?" she said carefully.

"Yeah—from yesterday after dinner, when you bumped into the door of the dishwasher," I said, bending down to look at her legs.

"Oh—that!" she said, a bit too casually. "It's fine—it didn't even leave a mark!"

"Yeah, you're right," I replied, looking closely. "I can't see any trace of it. That's great! It really looked nasty at the time."

I straightened up, and I could see her practically sigh in relief. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, chuckling to myself. There never had been any scratch—and her reaction only confirmed that whichever sister was in my bedroom tonight was not the one who had been there the night before.

A few minutes later I was lying in bed, waiting for her when she emerged from the bathroom.

"Hey, honey," I said, "let's end tonight the way we did last night—that was fantastic!"

"What you mean, sweetheart?" she replied, looking more than a little wary.

"Don't you remember? You came up from downstairs with this gleam in your eye, and said something like, 'so, big boy, how do you want me tonight?' It was so hot! And I said, 'gee, a blow-job might be nice,' and then you pushed me back on the bed and sucked me and licked me and teased me till I was going crazy, then you climbed on top and rode me like a wild woman. God, it was fantastic! You don't remember this?"

For a moment "Molly" looked utterly stunned. Then she got a pained look on her face, and I could see her thinking fast. "Of course I do, honey—I'm just not sure I'm up for something so energetic again tonight."

"Okay," I said, "let's be slow and gentle instead, if you like. But say those things you said to me last night, all right?" 

She slid into bed and immediately embraced me, pulling me close so I couldn't see her face.

"Of course, baby," she murmured. "I'll say whatever you want—I just love turning you on! Which were the things you especially liked?"

I grinned to myself. You're not getting off the hook that easy! "Oh, you know, all of them. What you said while we were doing it."

There was silence from her, as we stroked and caressed each other. I was turned-on in no time, despite how angry I was; but, surprise surprise, "Molly" seemed to be having a tougher time getting into the mood. My usual stroking, licking of her nipples and so on wasn't getting her wet at all.

I pulled back to look at her. "Everything all right, honey?" I asked innocently. "You seem not to be quite with me tonight."

Holding my gaze she said, "sorry, Scott. I guess I'm just a little tired, and my stomach is bothering me—must have been the spicy food. Let's go ahead and make love, but please don't expect me to be wild and crazy again tonight, okay?"

I smiled lovingly and said, "of course, Molly. Let's just do it missionary, nice and gentle. We can save all your hot words for another night."

She kissed me, looking relieved, and I climbed on top of her as she spread her legs. What followed was an utterly ordinary, routinely pleasant married-people fuck. Just like I'd had on countless previous occasions with my wife Molly—or at least I had always thought it was my wife Molly.

****************

Sunday was the day it would hit the fan. The three couples had a date for brunch downtown at Trentino's, a place we all liked, and then we'd head back to Arnie and Hannah's. The men would watch the Bengals game, and the sisters would talk and laugh together all afternoon, as happy as can be.

I kept "Molly" in my sights all morning, making sure she didn't call either of her sisters ahead of time. I figured she was well and truly pissed, thinking that my Friday bed-partner (whoever it was) hadn't adequately briefed her either about the scratch on her leg or the wild sex with me (neither of which had happened, of course).

When we were all seated at Trentino's and the waiter had taken the drink order, it wasn't ten seconds before "Molly" looked meaningfully at one of her sisters and said, "Hannah, I need to powder my nose. Can you keep me company?"

And off they went, "Molly" looking angry and grim, "Hannah" slightly bewildered.

It was several minutes before they returned. This time they looked alike: pale and worried. They fidgeted with their drinks and kept losing track of the conversation. Both of them tried as hard as they could not to look at me, but I could see the tense glances whenever I seemed not to be looking at them.

As I anticipated, "Molly" must have accused "Hannah" of not letting her know what she and I had done the previous night. "Hannah" had told her no such things happened. And the two of them had started to be worried—very worried.

Only "Amy" seemed unaffected at first, chattering away happily to her sisters and to us. But after a few minutes she picked up on the mood—she didn't know what was up, but it was crystal clear that something was wrong.

When we'd finished our eggs Benedicts and our salmon omelettes and our Belgian waffles, she said to "Hannah" with elaborate casualness, "Han, one of my contacts is really bothering me—can you come take a look?"

And when the two of them returned a few minutes later, there were three pale and tense-looking sisters at the table, none of them looking at me or doing very well at participating in our conversation.

Their nervousness and misery persisted all afternoon, to my immense pleasure. While Ted and Arnie and I enjoyed watching the Bengals win one for a change (over the Browns, who were even more woeful this year than the home team), the girls huddled at the far end of the house. We didn't hear a word from them for three hours, and when it was time to leave neither of my two sisters could look me in the eye as we hugged goodbye.

And it was a quiet dinner at our house, even though I reveled in putting on a cheerful façade, telling "Molly" amusing little stories about colleagues at work or talking about our vacation plans for the upcoming year. She could barely manage to smile, or to offer one-word replies at the appropriate moments. I could tell she was terrified.

All evening, while we cleaned up the kitchen and watched TV, I pretended that everything was fine, while I watched "Molly" watch me with fear and dread in her eyes. Around 9:15 she said, "honey, I'm going to go over to Hannah's for a little while, okay?" 

"Sure, babe. While you're gone I'll probably pack up my things and put them in my car. Of course, the furniture and stuff I'll need a truck for, so I'll do that later in the week."

The color disappeared from her face. "Scott, what do...what are you talking about? Why do you need to pack up your things?"

Casually I said, "because I'm leaving, of course. You don't expect me to keep living in the house with a lying, cheating whore, do you?"

She gasped, and stared at me. "Honey, I don't...I don't, understand what...."

I just watched her, and her words trailed off. Of course she understood, and she didn't know how to finish the sentence.

"See ya when you get back," I said, and turned away towards the stairs.

"No, Scott, wait!" she cried out, her voice trembling, but I ignored her and went off to pack. I figured her first step would be to call her sisters, and I was right. No more than three minutes later "Molly" appeared at the bedroom door and said, "honey, Amy and Hannah are here. Could you come down and talk with us?"

She looked terrible—her cheeks were stained with tears and her make-up had run. She looked deeply frightened and unhappy, and for a moment, just a brief one, I even felt bad for her.

"Yeah," I replied, turning away, "I'll be down in a minute."

I made a quick stop in the den for my digital voice-recorder, a little one about the size of a cigarette pack that I used for dictating notes sometimes in the car. I set it to record and slipped it into my pocket.

When I got to the kitchen the three women were already sitting at the table, looking tense and miserable. I sat down, looked from one to the other, and said, "so?"

There was a long silence. None of them wanted to begin. Finally "Molly" said, "Scott, you know how much I love you, right?"

"I'm sorry," I said coolly, "which sister are you?"

"I'm Molly," she cried, "your wife!"

"Oh, really? Hold still a minute please."

I went around behind her and checked her back—no black mark. I checked the other two sisters, and there it was on one of them. They watched me uncomprehendingly.

I sat down again. "Okay," I said. "For the sake of argument let's say you're Molly. Then where were you sleeping on Friday night when your sister here" (and I pointed to the one with the mark on her back) "was in bed with me?"

They all stared at me.

"Take your time," I said, "I'm in no hurry. I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for why at least two, if not three, of you spent the night in my bed over the past three nights."

A long silence. "Molly" began to cry, while the other two just looked grim.

I made as if to get up. "I've got packing to do," I said.

"No, wait!" "Molly" said quickly. "I'll explain, I will! Only...only, please, Scott—please give me a chance to make you understand."

I considered yelling at her that it was a bit too late for explanations, but I realized that I actually wanted to hear what she'd say—what sort of twisted rationalization the three of them could offer for what they'd been doing. And, for that matter, whether they'd tell me the truth.

I waited, but "Molly" was crying too hard to speak. One of her sisters began instead.

"It was...just a silly game, Scott. It started as kidding, and...I don't know, it, took on a life of its own."

"And you are...?"

"Hannah. Listen, it was just teasing, kidding around, you know? About a month ago. We were joking about each other's husbands, you know, what we love about you, what we don't love so much—and we started to talk about sex.




Molly and Her Sisters



"And somehow we got the idea of, of...trying each of you out. You know, switching. I guess it must sound like a pretty bad idea now—but we were just teasing each other, challenging each other, like 'you're too chicken to do it', and then...well, after a couple of weeks it got more serious."

Molly and Amy were watching Hannah now. She went on.

"Anyway, Friday night was the night. We switched clothes when we met here in the kitchen, and went off to each other's houses. Amy was with you, I was with Ted, and Molly was with Arnie. Then Saturday we switched back at the barbecue.

"It was stupid, Scott—we all realize that now! And you must be really furious; but please give Molly a chance to make it up to you. She loves you so much! Just look at how miserable she is." She pointed at her sister, who was crying steadily.

"So," I said, "Amy was with me, while Molly was with Arnie?" They all nodded.

I turned to Amy. "So how was it, Amy? How did sex with me compare to sex with good ol' Ted?"

Amy looked stupified. "I don't...it was...I don't know, Scott. It was great, actually."

"Yeah? Great? Please refresh my memory—how did we do it? What happened, exactly?"

Amy couldn't meet my eye. "I...I don't actually, uh, remember, it was..."

"Just two nights ago, the first time in your married life you swap husbands with one of your sisters, and you can't remember what we did? What, have you got early Alzheimer's or something?"

I turned back to Hannah. "Nice try, Hannah, but your story is total bullshit. Yes, it was Amy in my bed on Friday night, because I put a black ink mark on her back after she fell asleep and it's still there, but we didn't have sex at all.

"And I wish you hadn't tried to insult my intelligence, on top of everything else you three cunts have done, by trying to lie to me about this being the first time. You think I don't know that you three have voted Arnie the best fuck?" 

They gasped, but I ignored them and went on. "You think I don't know that he's getting laid seven nights a week by one of the three of you, while I'm getting it less than twice a week? I get the consolation prize, though, don't I—I get to lick your pussies for you when you feel like it!"

I stopped, to see how they'd take it. Molly was sobbing almost hysterically, while her sisters just looked grim. I was running out of patience, but I wanted them to confess the truth.

"You get one more try," I said. "One more try to tell me the truth. And this time I want to hear it from Molly. How long have you been fucking each other's husbands?"

She looked at me, red-eyed, imploring, and I waited. The room was silent.

Finally she looked away from me, down at the table. "For years. Since just after Hannah and Arnie's wedding."

More silence. I waited.

Hannah spoke up. "It wasn't her fault, Scott. Amy and I insisted."

"But it was only once in a while, Scott!" Molly insisted. "Like, a couple of times a year."

"Okay," I said, "so then what?"

No one wanted to answer me. "So it gradually got more frequent?"

"Yes," Amy said reluctantly.

"So the three of you have been sharing the three husbands regularly—like a little round-robin? Is that right, Molly?" She nodded, miserably.

"And when did it turn into seven nights a week of pussy for Arnie, and an occasional mercy fuck for me?"

She wouldn't answer me, or look at me.

"How many of Arnie's seven nights were with you each week, Molly?"

"One or two," she murmured.

"Just wonderful," I said. I'd heard about all I could stand, and there was no reason to listen to any more.

"It was just...just sex, honey," she said, looking at me imploringly. "It had nothing to do with love—nothing to do with the way I love you, the way we love each other."

"Oh? And nothing to do with getting pregnant either, I suppose?"

She gasped, and her sisters looked alarmed.

"Scott, what are you...?"

"You think I don't know, my dear devoted wife, that you were going to get yourself knocked up by Ted, since you didn't think I could do the job?"

She shrieked, "no, Scott!" and got up, coming around the table to hug me.

I stood up and shoved her away from me, and she stumbled against the refrigerator.

"You bitch—don't you EVER touch me again! You've betrayed me in just about every way it's possible to betray a husband, with the help of your two fucking slut sisters. Now the three of you can share Arnie and Ted—unless you decide to add a new guy to your stable when you need your cunts eaten!"

And before they could answer I had slammed through the swinging door and was out of the kitchen.

****************

I grabbed my suitcase and headed out the front door without seeing them again, though I could hear the crying in the kitchen. I spent an angry, sleepless night in a room at the Hyatt, and in the morning I took the day off work and went to see my attorney, then to the bank. And I arranged to meet Arnie and Ted for lunch—I made it sound urgent enough that Ted cancelled a meeting he had scheduled.

We sat in a booth at a diner and ordered sandwiches, then I wasted no further time.

"Guys, I don't know if you're going to believe this, but our wives have been cheating on us. More specifically, they've been bed-hopping with the three of us. It appears it's been going on for years now."

Arnie was completely shocked—but to my surprise, Ted only nodded and said, "I had an idea something like that was going on. I didn't want to believe it, but..."

We both gaped at him. "What made you suspect?" I said.

"There were just too many times when Amy forgot something—when she didn't recall a conversation from earlier in the day, or the night before. I wasn't sure, of course, and I wasn't going to make an accusation before I had hard evidence.

"So I've been keeping some notes about things she's forgotten. I figured when I had something a little more conclusive, I would talk to the two of you guys.

"Anyway, how did you find out?" he asked.

I told them about the conversation I'd overheard, then about the trick with the ink mark. Ted looked thoughtful, while Arnie kept saying, "incredible—fucking incredible!"

When I'd finished he said, "are you SURE, Scott? I mean, this is so nuts!"

I said, "here's a recording of the conversation I had with the three of them last night," and I played the tape without further comment.

When it was done we looked at one another, grimly; and then began to talk seriously. Both Arnie and Ted called their offices and said they wouldn't be in that afternoon.

I said I was divorcing Molly—no way back, I said. They weren't yet sure what they would do. We talked for a couple of hours, and I was aware that, ironically, I'd never felt closer to my two brothers. They were both really great guys, and I was going to miss them. 

****************

I found an apartment I liked, came back with a truck and took a few pieces of our furniture, and moved into it. I got the rest of my clothes and things out of the house by the end of the week. Molly had been calling me repeatedly, at work and on my cell. I told the office assistant to refuse her calls, and arranged for a new cell number. Keeping my apartment phone number unlisted turned out to be a good idea, too.

And I filed for divorce and made plans to get on with my life. On Thursday I had a really weird conversation with Barbara, one of my friends from work. I guess everyone in the office could see I was distracted and angry, but she finally asked me about it.

I pretty much told her the whole story, and her face showed a mix of surprise, sympathy, and a kind of twisted pleasure. That pissed me off, and I said so.

"I'm sorry, Scott!" she said. "I'm certainly not happy about what they did to you.

"It's just that..." She looked a little embarrassed. "It's just that, well, I always had the idea that you and I might...y'know, make a good couple."

I stared at her. Barbara was not only a good person, generous and fun—she was also tall and very pretty. I'd always been vaguely aware of how attractive she was, but I was so in love with Molly I really hadn't thought about it much.

Now, suddenly, it seemed to be worth thinking about. She and I talked a while longer. We left it all up in the air, but Barbara could see I was thinking about her in a whole new way.

********

Through my attorney, Molly begged and pleaded to see me, to have a chance to explain. I was sure there wasn't a damn thing she could say to me that would make the slightest difference, but I met with her anyway. And I was right.

We were in my attorney's conference room, alone—about six weeks after I moved out. I was sitting and waiting when she came in, looking sad but still very beautiful. I waited for her to sit.

"So, Molly," I said, "how have you been? Has Ted gotten you pregnant yet?"

She flushed. "No Scott—I'm not having sex with Ted, or with anyone. And I'm not going to get pregnant with anyone but you."

"You know," I said, "the night I overheard you in the kitchen, I was on my way in to tell you that Dr. Randall said my sperm count was fine. A little low, but plenty strong enough to make babies. There would have been no need to rely on Ted's help.

"On the other hand, you were fucking him and Arnie regularly anyway, so I guess it doesn't make much difference either way."

She was already near tears. "Please, Scott—can you let me explain? Can you let me say how sorry I am, how awful I feel?"

"Do you think you feel worse than I do, Molly?" She looked at me sadly, and shook her head.

"Okay," I said, with a sigh. "Go ahead. But do me a favor—don't tell me how much you love me. Don't tell me that what you did had nothing to do with you and me. Just don't, all right?"

"But Scott, it DIDN'T have anything to do with you and me! It was, I don't know, just a crazy thing that Hannah and Amy and I did. That we'd always done, ever since high school. Our little game, not meant to hurt anyone."

"You did this with all your boyfriends?"

"Pretty much—with everyone that any of us dated for any length of time. We've always been so close, and it...and I guess it, I don't know, made us closer. We shared everything—clothes, gossip, friends, even boyfriends."

I sat still and let her go on. What the hell, I was learning something.

"When you and I got married I figured it would stop—and it did, for several years."

"Wait a minute," I said. "Were your sisters fucking me while you and I were dating?"

She blushed. "Yes—two or three times. I didn't really want to, especially once it got serious between us—but we'd always shared in the past and they were pretty insistent."

"Well," I said sarcastically, "I guess I must have passed the test, because you didn't dump me."

She didn't say anything. 

"Molly, you just don't get it, do you? You played me for a fool, just so you and your sisters could have your fun. You fucked Arnie instead of me—for years!—because he was better in bed than I was. Have you even begun to think through how that makes me feel? What the hell is so great about him, anyway?

"No, wait, don't answer that—I don't want to hear it!"

Her lip was trembling. "Scott, I know, it was...awful. But, you know, you got to have sex with all three of us."

"But I didn't know it! You moron, haven't you figured that out yet?! 

"Even if we had talked about swapping around—which I never would have agreed to, but never mind that—if we had decided to do that, I would have had the pleasure and excitement of sex with other women. But I didn't know they weren't you, Molly—to me it was always you. Not someone new and exciting. Just the woman I loved, more than anything."

I was getting more and more exasperated. How could she have so little understanding of what she and her sisters had done?

"Listen," I said, "it's simple. I was your husband. You were supposed to put me ahead of anyone else—our relationship was supposed to come before your relationships with anyone else. And it didn't.

"You put Hannah and Amy before me. You put screwing Arnie before me. You were going to let Ted get you pregnant without a word to me, for Chrissakes!

"And now you can have them. But you won't have me."

I'd really had enough. I got up to leave the room.

Sobbing, she said, "but baby, I don't want them! I don't want my sisters, I want you!"

"Well," I said, "isn't that sweet? After all these years, you've decided to choose me over your sisters. But now you don't get to choose—I do. And I choose to be without the woman who's been lying to me and cheating on me, who's made a complete fool of me for years. Have a nice life."

She buried her face in her hands, crying loudly, but made no attempt to stop me as I headed out the door.

****************

After that conversation it suddenly felt like it would be easier to move on. Barbara and I started dating, and after the third date I discovered that there were other women in the world besides Molly (or her sisters) whom I could enjoy having sex with.

Barbara was energetic and appreciative, and our first night in her bed turned into a whole weekend. It was hot and it was fun—and whether it would lead to anything serious I had no idea. But it sure as hell made me feel better about myself. 

We're still seeing each other—and having sex a lot—but taking it slow. Barbara is smart enough to understand how jumbled up things are for me right now, and she's not putting any pressure on me, which I appreciate.

Arnie decided not to throw Hannah out—not so surprising, I guess. He was the girls' first choice in bed, after all, and the revelations about what they'd been up to weren't nearly as devastating to him as they were to Ted and me. But he did make Hannah grow her hair long, so she could never again switch with her sisters without him knowing.

He told her if she ever fucked around on him again—with me, Ted, or anyone else—she'd be out on her ear without a penny. And he said he wouldn't mind continuing to fuck Amy or Molly once in a while—but when HE felt like it, not on their schedule. Arnie told me Hannah looked pretty pissed-off when he said that, but she kept her mouth shut.

"She knows she's on pretty thin ice right now," he said to me with a grin.

Ted found a way to give Amy the most pain of all, though he didn't do it deliberately. He lined up a really good job in Chicago and told Amy he was moving up there in three weeks.

"You can move up there with me, and we'll find a counselor and try to fix our marriage," he said to her. "Or you can stay in Cincinnati with your sisters. You choose."

Now Amy is in agony. She can't let go of Ted, but she can't live without being around her sisters, either. Too damn bad, if you ask me. Fuck her—fuck all three of them.



Molly and James



Molly parked her car in the driveway of a modest house in a nice suburban development. The houses were mostly brick with nicely manicured lawns on half-acre lots typical of most modern developments. She had never been to James' house before. Molly had been seeing James for about a month. She met him through a friend at work. He was very different from the guys Molly usually dated. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. He had an uncanny knack for seeming to know what she was thinking and there was something mysterious about him. They had been out a few times for dinner, drinks and movies – typical dates. She enjoyed his company and he made her laugh. He was a little over 6 foot tall with wavy black hair and a face that was maybe a bit too angular to call handsome. He kept himself in shape and he worked for a computer-consulting firm. A good job was always a plus in this environment. She was secretly hoping things would develop further.

Molly was meeting him at his house after work and then they were going to meet some friends from her work for dinner and drinks. His house was closer to the bar so she was going to leave her car there while he drove. She parked her car behind his black Jaguar. The garage door was open and James was moving around in the back. The garage was very clean with things hung neatly on the walls or in shelving. The floor was painted a light grey and looked very clean for a garage. James was moving around a strange looking wooden platform making some adjustments to things. 

"Hi, Molly." He said coming over to give her a quick, friendly hug. " I wasn't expecting you so soon."

"I got off work a bit early. What's that you're working on?"

"Oh, this." James hesitated "It's for a friend. It's kind of complicated to explain, so lets just say its part of a bet."

"Sounds mysterious." Molly laughed, "Do you have somewhere I can change out of these work clothes?"

"I'm sorry. How rude of me. Come on in." James waved her inside the garage door that led to a mudroom off a modern looking kitchen. The kitchen was at least a little messy so apparently James wasn't a complete neat freak. 

"There is a bathroom right there on the left, and there is a guest room down at the end of the hall there that will probably give you a bit more room to get changed." James pointed down the hall to a door that was half open on the right. Molly walked down the hall, swaying her hips a bit more just for fun and to see if she could get a reaction. She glanced over her shoulder and saw James glance away. He had been watching her she smiled to herself. 

Molly closed the door, took off her work clothes and changed in to a pair of tight fitting jeans and a white silk button down shirt. She was about 5'5" with full breasts and more curves than she would like, but they seemed to get guys attention. She had clear, pale skin with shoulder length, dark hair, somewhere between brown and black, and bright blue eyes. She always thought her face was pretty. She freshened up her makeup, slipped on a pair of low platform heels and checked herself in the mirror. She unbuttoned one more button on her shirt to show a hint of cleavage, then folded her clothes back into her bag and went out to find James. 

He was back in the garage still puttering around the platform. He was also wearing jeans and a dark green, button-down shirt. He had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and she could see the muscle definition in his arms. He looked up when she came through the open door from the mudroom, giving her an admiring up and down glance before saying "You look great."

"Thanks. Ok, so what is the deal with this thing that has all your attention?"

"It's not that easy to explain. My friend Dave sort of dragged me into this bet, saying that I could devise something where he could secure his girlfriend Dawn with just this string." He held up some innocuous looking white string. "I'm not sure how the conversation started, but it has been an ongoing thing back and forth between them for a while now, and Dave's been bugging me, so I decided to do it. It's finished now – I think."

"Seems like a strange bet. Why would someone bet that?" Molly asked innocently. 

"You would have to know them." James replied smiling.

"Why don't you try it out on me?" She asked playfully. James got a strange look on his face.

"That's probably not a good idea." He replied nervously.

"Oh come on. We have time. What's the worst that could happen? I don't think this thing will work." Molly challenged, now wanting to know more about this platform. 

'What's the worst that could happen?' James thought to himself. She will run out of her screaming and never want to see me again. Then again, if things work out, it would open up all sorts of possibilities. 

"OK. If you insist. But remember, whatever happens, you asked for it. Slip your shoes off and climb up on your hands and knees, head this way." He helped her up on the platform. It was a rectangular piece of wood roughly 2' x 4', that had some padding over the top. There was a wooden post on the backside that came straight up about 3' with a metal pipe sticking out over the platform. The platform was on some type of roller that made it tilt back and forth like a seesaw. It tilted forward as Molly climbed on so that most of her weight seemed to be on her hands. The pipe was about a foot over her back. 

"Now hold still for just a couple of seconds while I secure the string." He gathered her hair in a loose ponytail and looped some of the string around her hair, pulling it tightly and tying it off. The string was a heavy-duty kite string, so although it looked thin, it was actually quite strong and would not break easily. He took both ends of the cord and looped it over the pipe. He threaded the ends through a tensioner and then looped another piece of cord through a large, smooth, polished hook he placed through the belt loop on Molly's jeans and tied that to the tensioner as well. He pulled the cord through the tensioner pulling on Molly's hair and her jeans so that her head and shoulders were pulled back. Molly shifted a bit to get more comfortable. 

"Ooh, that tickles." She squirmed as he looped the thin cord around each of her big toes. Her head was still bent back and was starting to get a little uncomfortable. She was still confident that there was no way he was going to be able to tie her down to this platform with that string as she could just roll to the side and sit up at this point. It seemed like James was going to lose his bet. 

James had taken each cord and passed it through an in line tensioner under the platform and now had made little slipknots in the end of each one. He was going to have to be quick with this next part before Molly could free herself. There would be no going back after the next step. He took up another inch of slack with her hair bending her head back a little more.

"Ouch. That hurts. Can you loosen that a . . . Stop! Oh my god what do you think you're doing?"

James had moved around to the front of the platform and brought the two cords up through small pulleys on the front of the platform. Molly was straining to see what he was doing while she was talking and he very calmly reached into her shirt and bra, pulling her right breast out and looping the slip knot over her very erect nipple, and then quickly doing the same for the left breast. Molly reflexively tried to reach up with her hands to stop him but when she took her hands from the platform, it put all her weight on her hair and neck. It hurt and she felt like she was falling so she put her hands back down to steady herself. This gave James the time to tighten the tensioners under the platform, taking up all the slack in the cord and pulling on Molly's nipples. 

"Owwwww. James, what the hell do you think you're doing? Let me up. This isn't funny." Molly was beyond shocked at this point and was now actively struggling to get free. 

"I thought you said there was no way I could tie you down to this platform using that hook and the string. I'm done, you can get up now." James smiled as he circled the platform. The bulge in his pants was growing. Molly looked incredibly hot; her head was bent back with her hair secured over a pipe to the hook that was looped though her belt loop on her jeans. Her breasts were out of her shirt and bra and were pulled downward by her nipples attached to the cord that ran under the platform and was then secured around the big toe of each of her bare feet. 

She tried to move her feet to get to be able to stand but when she did the cord pulled painfully on her nipples. When she tried to move her hands to her breasts to release the twine it put more pressure on her hair and neck and she couldn't see to get the twine off. James saw that she might eventually be successful with this strategy so he looped another piece of twine around the thumbs of each of her hands and then around one of the pulleys on the front of the platform. Now she couldn't get her hands to her breasts. 

Molly couldn't believe what had just happened. She was shocked that James had just calmly manhandled her breasts and she was frustrated that she could not get loose. Everything she did put pressure on her nipples, which were burning. On top of that, she found herself incredibly aroused by her predicament, and she was embarrassed that James might notice.

"Ok. You win. I give up. I can't get loose." Molly said quickly hoping to end this and redeem whatever modesty she might have left.

"Oh. I think you're giving up much too soon." James said as he walked around behind her. Molly's ass looked great with her jeans stretched tight as she leaned forward. Molly was so wet that she was starting to develop a wet spot between her legs, a fact that did not go unnoticed. James decided that he was going to satisfy Molly's curiosity once and for all. After all, there was no going back now. He tickled the soles of her feet with his fingers as he walked around her, taking in her beauty. She squirmed and gasped when she curled her toes and it pulled more on her nipples. 

"To get the full effect, you really should be naked. That was how it was intended to be used." James said as he came back towards Molly's head.

"No way, mmmpff." Molly started to protest before James took advantage of her opening her mouth to insert a ball gag. He looped it around the back of her head and fastened it securely. Her eyes went wide open as she felt him start to unbutton her blouse. She struggled in vain, every move tugging more on her sore nipples. He reached up and unsnapped her bra, letting her breasts hang free. This took some of the pressure off her nipples for just a minute, but he tightened the cords quickly to take up the extra slack. He stroked the sides of Molly's breasts softly, causing her to squirm and suck in her breath sharply around the ball gag. 

Molly was torn. She was absolutely mortified that James was disrobing her and had her tied down to the table in such a compromising position. At the same time, she was incredibly turned on. Her pussy was soaked; she could feel her lips rubbing together under her jeans. The pain in her nipples had given way to a warm, burning sensation throughout her breasts that was moving down to her stomach and lower. She was trying to figure out how she was going to get loose and figured she would have her chance when he tried to take off her pants. 

James grabbed one of her hands and removed the cord from her thumb. He held her hand firmly as she struggled, no match for his strength in the position she was in. He brought it back behind her and slid her blouse and her bra over the arm. He did the same with the other arm and then retied her thumbs together behind her back. Now all of her weight was on her hair. She had to tighten her core muscles to help hold herself up to take pressure off her hair and her nipples. 

James was enjoying unwrapping Molly. Her pale skin was starting to sweat as she struggled with her position. Her breathing was heavier and her skin was getting flushed. He was gaining an appreciation for how beautiful she was. He realized that getting Molly's pants off was going to be a challenge as well. He needed a distraction. So he walked over to the wall and brought back a small cane. 

"Have you ever been caned, Molly?" He asked innocently as he held it in front of her. She shook her head no and he saw some fear in her eyes as the realization of what he was asking sunk in. He brought the cane down on her covered ass firmly –causing her to jump, pulling on her hair and nipples. She screamed around the gag as he struck her ass a few more times. She quickly figured out she had to brace herself and hold as still as possible to minimize the pain. It really didn't hurt that bad through her jeans, it was more the surprise.

She was breathing heavier, her nostrils flaring, her body sweating now with the exertion. James unexpectedly brought the cane down firmly on one bare sole and then the other. The was a second delay before a searing pain shot up her legs and she jerked both feet hard, pulling hard on her nipples. Tears were flowing freely now as she couldn't believe how much the soles of her feet hurt. Her mind was not focusing and she blindly obeyed when James told her to hold still. She felt the pressure let off her hair and neck and she slumped forward, relieving the pressure on her nipples. Her hands were still tied behind her so she struggled to figure out how to hold herself up and not collapse on her face since she was leaning forward. 

James had reached around and undone the button and zipper to her jeans. He took the hook out of her belt loop and then pulled her jeans and her panties down to mid-thigh. Molly couldn't stand because the cord still held her nipples and she struggled ineffectively. James grabbed the hook with his left hand and then dipped two fingers into Molly's soaking snatch, bringing some of her natural fluids up to cover her little rosebud. She struggled harder when he quickly slid a finger into her ass lubricating it quickly in preparation for the hook. He then slid the blunt end of the hook into her ass and tensioned the cord attached to her hair. Molly tried to scream around the gag at the new invasion. She had never had anything in her ass before and it hurt a little, but not as much as she thought. Now not only was her hair being pulled on but her ass was being pulled and stretched at the same time forcing her to arch her back uncomfortably.

As Molly struggled to adjust to her new situation, James took advantage and untied her toes, allowing him to continue to slide her jeans off her legs. He only freed one nipple at a time so she couldn't really stop him. He then took her arms from behind her back and put them back on the platform in front of her. She was now resigned to James seeing her naked and bound. She was not really thinking at this point, her body was just reacting. The magnitude of what was happening overwhelmed her. She used her arms to finally take pressure off her hair, nipples and ass. Her body was shaking with the exertion. She was incredibly turned on. He smacked her bare ass hard on each side making her jerk and move. Her juices were now dripping down the insides of her thighs. She had adjusted to something being in her ass and surprisingly that was starting to feel good as well. She couldn't believe she was getting so turned on by being stripped and tied to a platform like this. She had gotten past the humiliation quickly and now was getting turned on by the idea of being so naughty. She felt her juices dripping down the insides of her thighs. She was covered in a sheen of sweat, and her breathing was labored. Her nipples were on fire, the initial pain had been replacing by a burning sensation that seemed to shoot directly to her pussy. Even though she was naked, her body felt warm. She found herself having a hard time focusing with all the new sensations. She couldn't move without feeling a tug on her nipples or the hook in her ass. 

She heard a buzzing noise behind her, but she couldn't turn to see what James was doing next. She felt something push between her legs and then felt what must be a vibrator slide between her thighs and held right at the entrance to her pussy. If he would just push it a little farther to her clit, she knew she would explode. She tried squeezing her thighs together and arching her back more to bring her clit in contact with the vibe, but it pulled back just out of reach. James started slapping her ass, alternating between each cheek. It started soft and didn't really hurt, but each one made her involuntarily clench a bit, squeezing the hook in her ass and tightening her thighs around the vibe. He was slowly increasing the pressure of the slaps and she felt her ass begin to burn. She was so close to cumming. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. It felt like James was really spanking her hard now, but she barely felt it. Then her world exploded.

James pulled hard on the cords on her nipples, stretching them painfully and then pulling them off altogether. Molly screamed around the ball gag as a searing pain shot through her nipples bringing her quickly back into focus. She started to reach for her breasts with her hands to soothe them when the vibrator slid forward and pressed hard on her clit. Her body convulsed as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced crashed over her body. Her thighs clamped together, her stomach muscles rippled and she felt herself arch back even a little bit more. Waves of pleasure spread out from her clit. Twenty seconds seemed like two hours and then the vibe slid out from between her thighs. Her body slumped forward on to her hands and knees. She was still shaking. She was drooling around the gag and her legs were soaked. A small part of her brain was worried she had peed herself, but she couldn't really do much about it now. 

James slid a couple of large pillows under her stomach and loosened her hair allowing her to slump forward. He was stroking the sides of her breasts and she realized he was talking to her.

"I realize that was a lot more than what you were expecting, but you seemed to enjoy it so much I didn't want to stop. I hope you will eventually forgive me." 

Molly was absently moving her head up and down in a "yes" motion. James loosened and removed the ball gag. "Do you want me to fuck you Molly?" He said as he pulled it out of her mouth. 

"Yes" Was that her voice. Molly couldn't believe what she was agreeing to, but her body was aching so much and she just wanted something inside her. She did want things to progress with James, but she had never in a million years imagined this. 

"Ask nicely Molly. Where are your manners?" James said as he struck a light blow with the cane to the side of Molly's breast. Molly flinched, but didn't cry out.

"Please fuck me, sir." She added the last because it seemed right. Molly's mind was swirling. She couldn't believe how incredibly turned on she was and she felt like she would cum again the minute he filled her. 

"Since you asked so nice," James smiled as he watched Molly give in to the moment. "But first, you have to get me ready." The next thing Molly knew James's hard cock was sliding into her mouth. He was a little bigger than what she was used to, but she didn't have any trouble taking about half of him into her mouth right from the start. She sucked and used her tongue and tried to do everything she could to return some of the pleasure he had just given her. He grew thicker in her mouth and she felt him grab the back of her head and pull her forward. He got about ¾ of the way in before she started to gag a little. He held her there for a few seconds and she felt her eyes water and her nostrils flare as she tried to breathe around him. 




Molly and Jess



My heart groans as I attempt to write this, but I know the story needs to be told. I know I need to reach deep within myself and find the courage to tell it. It all started when I carried out my childhood dream – to be a camp counselor. I applied to a YMCA camp when I was 18 years old and made the High Ropes staff. I could not be happier. As my senior year in high school came to a close, jitterbugs entered my stomach. A lot of old-timers would not be returning and I had no idea who would make or well even break the staff that summer.

I went in with an incredibly open mind that summer and well fucking nervous. I was to be a lifeguard regardless of the fact that I did not want to. The administration wanted all the people they could get to be lifeguards. Our training was condensed into one week compared to most people who learn within a few months time; on top of that, we life guarded a lake. This just made me all the more nervous. Nevertheless, I continued with training and passed both the written and physical test. Over the course of the summer, many counselors dabbed in alcohol while I refused to stoop down to that level. I was there to serve the campers, not to serve my needs.

Yet no matter how hard I tried to be the "ideal" counselor, something always got to me. After lifeguard training week, the week for all counselors to be trained arrived. New people arrived. That is when I met Molly. She was sitting far across the room from me, wearing some sort of pink college shirt. Her blonde hair was pulled back. I immediately noticed her nose ring. She seemed relaxed and a little withdrawn. Who was this girl?

I eventually started talking to her. She was from Ohio and totally had an accent! I, being young and well foolish, made fun of her in a good way and even told her I liked her accent. Ha! I asked her thousands of questions and even offered to help her with her luggage. I think I was a little too enthusiastic to meet her and well she definitely noticed that. Months later, she told me her first impression of me was that I was "incredibly annoying." Ha! 

I do not blame her, but for some reason I could not process my thoughts, emotions, etc. On the first night, when we were all in the cabin, we were all talking about our bodies and what we liked/didn't....that kind of "girl talk," when it was Molly's turn. She said, "Yeah, I can't stand my dimples, but for some reason every one likes them." 

Other side conversations were going on between everyone when I responded, "Why don't you like them? They're cute. I like them!" 

Molly simply looked at me and at first did not react. Finally she did, with "Well, I don't like lesbians, so..." The whole room got quite on "lesbian." My face turned red and I focused my eyes and attention on something more interesting. What was going on? Why did I feel guilty? What the fuck did I just say that was bad? Finally, the subject got changed and I was left to wallow in my own feelings.

My first challenge hit me fast and hard. We were doing a water drill - our very first one in fact. A water drill is when most of the counselors go to an assigned area of the lake and search for a missing child. It is required and is pretty important. I've never been a good swimmer, but ironically I was assigned to the deep end. My stomach was nervous and I had not even gotten in the water yet. 

The deep end of the lake can be anywhere from twelve feet deep or more. It gets deeper as you go – sometimes nearly eighteen feet deep. I'm of an average height, but nevertheless. . .have weak lungs. I was doing great the first five minutes of the drill, staying on pace with my line, pushing all the way down to the bottom of the water, scooping up the dirt on the bottom, three times, and feeling for anything mysterious. (In water drills, we used a filled milk jug as "the child."). After about another five minutes of resting, I was next in line.

This time, I replaced a person who was farther out away from the dock; thus, it was deeper. I sucked in some air, went down when told, swam down with all my might, reaching my hands down for dirt. I didn't feel anything! I only felt water. I was running out of breath! I tried to swim farther down. . .kicking, pushing, fighting, thinking of a dead child, when I rose to the surface, gasping for air. My line had already moved...I was totally out of sync. 

Another counselor's eyes found mine when I blurted out, "I can't reach the bottom." 

A muscular short man dove in immediately and replaced me. I quickly swam away from the line and found my way to the dock. I sat on the dock crestfallen. Words filled my head, "Pussy! I can't even reach the bottom! I'm so fat! I'm a LOSER!" 

After the water drill ended, I had wandered to my cabin, found my bed, and cried, cried away. My friends tried to comfort me, but there was nothing they could really do. One good friend, Jess tried to explain, "Jackie, when you're in that situation, the adrenaline is going to kick in and you'll do it no matter what you think. Trust me, I experienced this kind of situation very recently." She bent over my bed, and whispered into my ear, "You have to trust me." At the time, I didn't understand what she meant about adrenaline, but now I have a better understanding. The next day, I switched over to the shallow-team in fear of reaching failure.

The training week came to an end fast and preparation was the key. Campers would be coming for their first week of summer at our camp! They were dying to get in and have fun! We had to be ready. We counselors were excited to find out who our "co" or co-worker would be that week. Every week, one junior and senior counselor are paired in a cabin. Each cabin has about 10 campers on average.

I secretly wanted Molly or Jess to be my "co," but I tried to abolish these feelings and be content with whoever I got. I was paired up with Stephanie. I was not entirely excited as she reminded me of a loud, obnoxious counselor. I kept my head up high and smiled regardless. For the week after, I was paired up with Stephanie as well. We proved to be a good team. She listened to me and I listened to her. At times, she could be moody and well overly sarcastic, but I tried to ignore her. 

I was apart of the "Campfire Committee." We would be putting on our first campfire!! Molly, several guys, and other girls were apart of this committee as well. For the beginning weeks, Molly and I had drifted from training week and well did not talk much. That all stopped when one of the guys suggested the third week on opening day, "Hey Jackie, why don't you and Molly do the Opening Campfire this week? The other guys and I have duties when it comes to setting up the fire and horses. It would be awesome if you could."

I was psyched and nervous all at once! "Good idea! I will totally ask Molly and see if she's cool with it. Thank you!" I left smiling.

When I finally did ask Molly, she was excited too. I did not even expect her to be excited, but she was! This was a chance for me to get away from my many campers and to spend time with her! After dinner that day, we went down to the "drama closet" and hand-picked many of the amazing clothes Goodwill had so graciously provided at one time or another. These outfits were bizarre and random!

During Opening Campfire, counselors perform dozens of different skits. As part of the "Campfire Committee," our job is to introduce them – be the Masters of Ceremonies. Sometimes it was challenging to find a connection, while other times it was really easy. Well, Molly and I did a kick-ass job our first time. We had chemistry together and we didn't even know it! 

We did scenarios from acting like old ladies – to country hickish gals – to her being a woman and I, a man. She was totally flexible, funny, and crazy like me! At one point, I remember wearing incredibly tight pink shorts on stage! The kids loved that one!! 

After our first night, we were asked to perform at all other Opening Campfires the rest of the summer! We were incredibly honored and delighted! This made my week so much! Random kids would come up and congratulate us! Even the counselors loved our acts. I could not have been happier. 

What I loved most about those Opening Campfires was spending time with Molly. This is when our friendship finally developed. We would gather our crazy outfits, walk or sometimes drive a golf cart down to the campfire ring which was about a half-mile away from the general area of camp. We had to leave early to get prepared. This was our time to talk, to get to know each other, and to share what was on our minds. 

The campfires were always at dusk and sometimes later. This was the time when I was probably really happy - being out in the woods, with the sounds of crickets or frogs croaking, talking to the one and only Molly. So, you think by this time I would have acknowledged the fact that I had feelings for Molly? I totally did! Yes! But I could not accept the feelings I had or well even the fact that I even had feelings for a girl.

Some of the "new staff" the administration hired were incredibly religious...putting much emphasis on the Bible. At the beginning of the summer, they became aggravated when we sang religious camp songs! How dare we! They eventually got comfortable with this radical practice...Ha. Kids cannot live without songs! Anyway, I think they won by integrating the never-ending praying policy. Before breakfast, the kids easily prayed like five times. That's enough to make you hungry! Anyway, these signals were enough to know what they thought about homosexuals.

Living along the "Bible Belt" did not help me either. I had a lot going on in the summer – take care of the kids, High Ropes activities, cleaning, dish duty, and well care for myself as well. I did not have a whole lot of time to assess this part of myself or even begin to comprehend it. All these feelings just kind of lived on in me and I kept going – kind of putting them off to deal with at another time. I think, subconsciously, I knew it was neither the time nor the place (especially around such people) to begin to comprehend what I was going through.

Molly started to date an international camp counselor from England that worked with us. He was smart, sweet, kind of reserved, and well a soccer player. What more could she want? He even had a similar name to mine – Jack. I'm Jackie. How much more aggravating could this get?! I already knew where she stood on the subject of homosexuals. I found that out on the first day!!

Did Molly ever notice my feelings for her? I wonder. I don't think she ever did. Yet, she still wasn't afraid to cross boundaries sometimes. One time, I was in the bathhouse, taking this gigantic crap...like I had way too may sausages that morning or something. 

Anyway, the bathhouse is really nice, with separate stalls and curtains that act as doors. Well, I finally got done taking my gigantic crap, when I came out . . . and all of a sudden, this person jumps out of another stall a couple down and yells, "Boo!" It was Molly! My heart ran twice its normal pace. I cussed and covered my mouth even.

I asked her, "Damn, how long were you in there?"

She responded, "Long enough to know you took a big fucking shit."

I laughed really hard and shook my head. "You're evil sometimes."

She just smiled and laughed.

I confessed, "Wow, I feel incredibly embarrassed now. You know I take big shits." My face was actually red. That's when Molly just smothered me in one of her amazing hugs. Molly is a full-time swimmer, with long graceful legs and powerful arms. She has bulging shoulders that she hates to admit bulge! She liked to pretend that she was incredibly feminine – which she could be when she dressed up and put on makeup. At the same time, she totally had a masculine side and I digged it! She could not stand when I encouraged this side of her....ha, I realized that fast.

I remember at one point in Molly's life when she was having worries about her boyfriend. She confessed them to me first, because she told me she had not told anybody. I was honored and impressed. On one of our nightly walks over to the campfire ring, she told me that she wasn't sure where things were going towards the end of the summer. I didn't know what to tell Molly...I just listened and well tried to be there all I could. She knew my experience in relationships was incredibly limited.

During another time at camp, all the counselors were talking about boys, boys, boys. I noticed that Molly totally left the conversation and well isolated herself on the other side of the lodge. I didn't know whether to go or not. I knew she wanted to be alone, but I didn't want her to feel miserable, alone.

I followed her steps to where she was. She was sitting on a chair, on the porch, knees pulled up with her chin resting on her knees. Tears were slowly flowing out of her eyes. I stammered, "Hey Molly. Look I know you are going through a lot right know, but I want you to know I care about you and well that I love you." I could tell she didn't want to be bothered, because she was distracted and in her own world I took off my main shirt...I had a shirt on underneath, and gave it to her to wipe her tears.

After about five minutes, she returned the shirt to me and said, "Thank you." And I really meant what I said, but she had no idea to what degree I really loved her. 

At the end of the summer, I realized how innocent I really was. Half of the girls that I worked with were no longer virgins, Molly included. Life had a different meaning to them than it did to me. I was the virgin, inexperienced, and well, basically clueless when it came to my sexual orientation. 

Believe it or not, I suffered more when it came to Molly. On the weekends, when the campers were gone, we counselors get careless and well lazy. We don't knock, we cuss more, and we mess around a bit – more so than some others. At one point, I remember walking right into Molly's cabin while she was dressing. I honestly did not even know she was dressing, straight up. When my eyes unexpectedly fell upon her, all I could do was stare and drool. Her tanned body exemplified C breasts pushed up by an amazing black lace Victoria Secret bra and paired with lacy black boy's shorts. All of her was muscle – from thighs to back to arms. I was amazed by her beauty. Molly's blonde curly ringlets stood out along with her green dashing eyes.

Upon waking out of my reverie, I finally would apologize, "Molly, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to walk in. I didn't know you were dressing." I felt more than guilty.I would even go as far to walk around and step out of the cabin sometimes.

That's when Molly would respond, "Jackie, you're fine. Seriously, you're fine. I really don't care." That's when I would reenter or retrace my steps and guiltily observe her again. And yes, this accident happened more than once that summer.

Molly and I had similar interests. I enjoy learning about health and love staying active. Molly, as you know, was on a swimming team and participated in other sports as well. On the lake, I always used the rope ladder to swing off of or tried to go on these rings and to get to the farthest one. Each activity involved lots of arm power, in turn using my shoulders. Well, it more or less abused my shoulders, because apparently my family has bad shoulders; my shoulders weren't really built then either. 

My shoulder got so bad to the point where it hurt to move it or even sleep on it sometimes. That's when Molly would offer me advice. She would absolutely stress that I shouldn't do these water activities and that I should ice it for fifteen minutes on and off once or twice daily. Sometimes, I forgot to take care of myself and she would yell the hell out of me. I loved it when she watched over like that with me! Like her little baby!

This brings me to a particular incident. Well, I think I became paranoid at some point in the summer and was basically scared that people (especially those biblical worshippers) would figure out that I had homosexual feelings. I remember being in the counselor's lounge just relaxing and getting ready to lifeguard when some other counselors came in. It was getting to be the end of the summer, so we were pretty much lax.

Molly was there, changing. She had stripped down out of her clothes to change into her swimsuit. It was easier for the swim instructors to leave their swimsuits there, rather than to hike up to the cabins and change so often. Somehow, she managed to change with just her towel; so, apparently she had gotten really good at it. 

I didn't know any of this though; thus, you can imagine my reaction! I was like, "Eeeeww! Why are you changing in here? Gosh Molly!" I was giving her crap, when really I didn't mind.

I guess she got pretty annoyed and amused. So, I went to lay down on the couch that way I could give her privacy and well be respectful. More counselors had arrived in the lounge by this time and were just sitting on the other couches. Molly decided to pull one of her "cross-the-line" tricks. As far as I knew, she was naked underneath the towel. She climbed on top of my swimsuit-clad body, straddled my stomach-area, and put her weight down on me. Thus, I thought her actual pussy was on top of me! I was laughing, smiling, and trying to act disgusted all at once!

But no...turns out she did have underwear or at least her swimsuit donned on that part of her. Nonetheless, everyone started laughing at me, including Molly! I felt embarrassed, but really elated too. One funny counselor remarked, "OOoooo, Jackie really enjoyed that!" He was being sarcastic, but I think he could kind of tell to a degree. I couldn't help but laugh.

My heart beat for another that summer as well. Jess and I were co-counselors one week. (The majority of the time, I co-counseled with Steph.) I loved co-counseling with Jes! She is organized, proactive, on time, caring, and well very loving. She is perhaps one of the most loving people I have met today. I found that we made great co's – I the more outgoing, crazy, social counselor as she is the more nuturing, loving, maternal counselor. She even agreed that we did make a kick-ass pair. 

Unfortunately, the administration disagreed. By the end of the summer, I grew so sick of working side-by-side with Stephanie, I requested to be switched with Jess! This may sound like a simple request, but it was big for me! Remember that first water drill challenge? This is yet another. Stephanie had grown so bitter and I guess just worn-out and cranky that summer that she had begun to bring it out on her campers. She would reply incredibly sarcastically and wittingly back that the campers believed her.

On her night-off, the campers professed their undying hate for her, to me. Little eleven and twelve year olds!! They begged me to talk to her and inform them how they felt. I ended up going to the Head Girl Counselor and informing her face-to-face. I felt horrible and like a bad friend, but I knew it had to be done. Stephanie lightened up as the weekend went on, but I could tell she was inevitably pissed at me. We didn't talk for about a week. I learned later that parents had even called and complained about her behavior.

Well, I made my request to be switched, but it was denied. I had to survive with good ol' Stephanie another week. She really had gotten more positive and less sarcastic, but it was more that I could not take it. I had endured so much already, but so many of my simple wishes were denied. I needed a positive friend, someone to compliment me and see the good in me. Stephanie and I had lost that friendship we had at the beginning of the summer and didn't make the pair we had originally made... There was a point in time when I found my good friend, Jess and confessed something utterly fragile to her. It felt right to tell her. I was pretty much depressed that week and felt really alone. 




Molly and Jess



She asked me, "What's wrong Jackie?"

I told her how I felt. I told her I felt alone and that my life's past made it worse.

She asked, "Why?"

I told her the story about my father and how he committed suicide. I was only twelve. I cried unrelentingly in front of her. No masks. Jess and I were sitting up on top of a picnic table and she hugged me at this moment. She even started to cry as well. We were holding each other and crying! I held the hug longer...amidst all the emotion, I felt incredibly turned on. 

She had bigger breasts than I. This was the first time I had really noticed how nice it was to hug another woman and feel your breasts really rub up against each other. Ironic in itself, that I felt this now...in a way, it almost made sense, because this moment brought us so much closer together spiritually. Jess broke the hug.

Jess told me a story. She said, "Remember when I came late to training camp? I was on crutches?"

I racked my brain for the memory. "Yes, I do."

"Jackie, I was late because I was in a horrible situation several days before. I was with my step mom and she's an alcoholic first of all. She's been struggling a lot. Well, she's been depressed as well. It came down to the point where my step mom was going to hang herself. It took every muscle in my body, every ounce of adrenaline and energy to stop her Jackie. It came down to the last second. I was really afraid she was going to succeed. She didn't Jackie. I saved my step mom. In the process, I sprained my ankle, but that doesn't even matter to me. That's why I was late to camp."

My mouth hung open. I was shocked. That's why she told me adrenaline would kick in! Jess's maturity level was deeper than I thought. She and I had been through similar situations. She had been dealing with grief and pain ever since she got here. In fact, she still came to camp after that. The strength she possessed! Wow!

Needless to say, my feelings deepened for Jess by the end of the summer. Jess had a boyfriend just as Molly did. Jess had a long-time boyfriend who I pretty much considered an ass, but she didn't know that. On Jess's and my night off, we decided to hang out – alone, which was just odd, because usually counselors got out in packs. We went to McDonald's while Jess got a bite to eat. I wasn't that hungry. Jess and I shared good conversation.

I was a little nervous, but I didn't really know why. Jess's boyfriend was supposed to meet her in the parking lot. He wasn't sure if he could make it or not. For some reason, I really didn't want him to make it that night. Well, he made it all right. My mood declined considerably at this moment in time.

Jess being so loving and in-tune to things, noticed it immediately. She inquired while in the car, "Are you all right Jackie? You seem unhappy."

I shrugged, "No, no, no...I'm fine, just a little tired you now." I gave off a yawn which seemed to be almost real. I guess Jess bought it. I found out later that summer...that Jess was disgusted by lesbians as well. I had mentioned that Stephanie had sent me this letter that was a little way out there and that she could have the hots for me. I seriously thought she had a crush on me. I daringly proposed the idea to them, to see what they would say. The idea did freak me out, because I could not even stand to be friends with Stephanie. Jess just laughed. She didn't understand lesbian nature.

Anyway, that night in the parking lot, Jess ended up leaving with her boyfriend. I hardly spoke a word when he arrived. I saw them together. I saw reality. It broke my heart and I still had yet to understand why. I knew she and I were good friends, but did I really like her that much? The answer was totally yes. 

I saw Jess in her undergarments as well – dressed in a sports bra mostly, when I would accidentally run into the cabin at the wrong time. She looked amazing! Jess ran track and cross country in high school. She was shorter than I, but sexy in every way. Her dark brown eyes and dark brown hair, tan skin. Every part of her was defined. 

Jess and I grew apart as the summer wore on. She had her own duties and I had my own. We worked on opposite sides of camp and well we just did not see each other much. She realized this as well and it killed the shit out of me.

Before I ever went to camp, I thought I would never come home. I only live about an hour's drive from the camp. Well, I came home a shit load. There are two reasons for that. One, being that I developed allergies and mistook it for an actual sickness; so, I longed for the comforts of home and Mom. Ha. Second, I wanted to get away. I wanted to escape from reality and have a portal to forget it all. It hurt too much. 

What about all that desire and lust? I never realized it till later or even admitted it to myself, but I definitely masturbated thinking about these two girls. When I would go home at night, my hand found my pussy, with images of either Molly or Jess...whoever I particularly crushed on at the moment. I basically gave into the desire, without really knowing the desire. It makes sense if you think about it more. The fingers did the thinking...ha.

Throughout the summer, I was treated like crap by the administration. I've already given the example of my co-counselor. That was enough emotional damage for me. The administration felt that I was the best match to compliment her (because I am the most positive one, just not about myself...ha) out of all the junior female camp counselors. Even though this should have boosted me up, it knocked me down. I felt that this was a detriment to my soul. They knew I was suffering. They had seen me cry various times out of the summer. It didn't matter if I felt miserable...I still had to carry though.

To give you an example of how exhausted I was. On the last day of every week when the campers left, the counselors do a lot of general labor. We would clean the bathrooms, the dining hall, cabins, empty trash, clean the lodge, pick up trash on the grounds, etc. If the work was done sloppily or not even done, we would be held over extra long that night! Trust me, we were all ready to get out there and do our thing to relax, because we would get emotionally and mentally exhausted from being at camp so often.

Well, some people just decide to talk and not participate! I couldn't change their mind, but I would work harder and faster to get the work done on time. After the work is done, we would all have a staff meeting. Dan, the Camp Director, would usually share a few words about the week in general. In this particular staff meeting, he chose to talk about a scholarship for at least twenty minutes....twenty minutes I stress! He talked about the history, the importance of it, who was eligible, and stressed why it was so imperative that we nominate someone. 

I did not really get the details down, but I tried to pay attention. I found myself feeling dizzy and extremely exhausted. I was sitting in one position primarily for that length of time. When he finally finished, I attempted to stand up, and you would not believe what happened! I literally tripped and almost fainted! It was extremely weird, because that has only happened to me once – after I gave blood. 

The attention I got was crazy. Counselors were checking on me – making sure I was okay. That is when Molly came to check on me! :-)! My heart could only beat faster in response. She brought me a water, told me to sit down, and relax...to breathe, to get oxygen in my brain. She told me she could even drive me home, but I told her I would be fine and wouldn't expect her to give up her night to do that. I did end up driving home and made it safely. That is what one week did to me.

Anyway, I was supposed to stay there ten weeks. I never made it that last week, one of the most important weeks of all – for terminally ill children. I wanted to stay there so bad, to get the full experience! To better myself! My last day of camp was a mixed bag and let me tell you about it...

The morning started out great. I had dish duty and well then I was informed that I was life guarding for the swim tests. So, with no time to kill, I hurried my ass to my cabin, changed, and made it down there. There were already four counselors out there ready to go. They didn't need me and I not only hurried, but changed for nothing! What a waste of time! I left angry...and it was obvious from my pace and facial expressions.

Upon getting to my cabin, I cried. That whole summer that's all I did – overachieve. Go beyond. Give 110%! Now, I could no longer give 110%!! I had given my soul to this place and this is what I get back? Yes, I cared for my campers and peers. I have many memories with them that I will never forget!! They as well! I had been negating a lot of my own needs all summer...to be selfless, to help others and I had gone too far. Tears just ran out of my eyes. I was succumbing finally. Erica, a decent friend of mine, just sat there staring at me and just said, "I know. I really know."

She had my attention. "What?" I said with impatience.

"You like her."

"Who?"

"Jess."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She really did know, but I wasn't going to give in. Erica was known to not be trusted. She was a severe alcoholic in my opinion and loved to get attention. Things could go worse – if I confessed. Besides, I had really liked Molly at the time, not Jess. 

Nevertheless, she knew of how much work I had put in and we talked for awhile about my aggravation with camp, how the administration had treated me, and my weariness. 

She suggested, "Jackie, you need to tell the administration how you feel. You need to go straight to Dan and ask to go home."

"But I can't do that –.."

"Jackie, I knew you would react this way..."

Dan was walking towards us. "But Erica.."

Dan asked Erica if she had seen one of the counselors.

Erica said, "No, but I know Jackie needs to talk to you later. It's really important"

My jaw dropped as my eyes got bigger. 

Dan could see the tears in my eyes. He said, 

"Okay, I'll make sure to talk to you later Jackie when I get some things done."

About an hour later, while I was working hard at the High Ropes Course, Dan found me and asked if I would take a moment to talk to him. The High Ropes Course was already busy, and I felt guilty just for taking a moment to talk to him. If I left for the week, they were going to be swamped even more. They would need me! Could I really leave? Leave Molly and Jess?

Dan and I sat on that bench for maybe a total of five minutes talking. He asked me simple questions like "What's wrong?" 

I told him simply that I did not feel appreciated and that I was worn out considerably. When I told this all to him, I felt incredibly vulnerable and just let the tears flow from my eyes. I felt embarrassed to begin concerning my predicament; now, even more, with all the tears in front of strangers, my peers, and my very own boss. He was more than willing to let me go, because of my condition. Ironically, he automatically assumed I would be working next year. I did not know how to reply, but just decided to let him believe that then upset him with more unsettling news. I did not plan on coming back after the way they treated me. Ha!

Word transferred around quick that that would be my last day on camp. I was already packing my items up. When Molly found out, she completely did her freakish hillbilly scream and hugged me. All I could do was laugh. We would be performing our very last Opening Campfire that night. We did our thing by gathering up the costumes, and introducing the crazy skits. Many people enjoyed it as expected. After that, we put up the costumes, but decided to go for a little golf ride into the woods! Well, I should say that Molly was the instigator in this. 

She drove up and down steep hills, crossed unknown paths, and took me to the open horse field. We screamed, hollered, and laughed dozens of times. I could not forget the depressing day I had more easily. All worries left my little soul. At one point in our journey, Molly ran dead end into a cornfield (the corn had grown pretty darn high). She apparently lost all her worries as well when she rode straight into the cornfield before she stopped about quarter of the way and said, "Do you think I should have gone around?"

We were wearing trash bags to prevent us from getting ticks and other parasites. I laughed out loud as I looked behind me. A large path of corn had been damaged in the process! Was this farmer going to be mad! The field was not owned by camp. 

"Shit Molly! We're going to get in trouble!"

"Shhh Jackie! Don't say anything. This is our little secret."

I couldn't help but laugh more as Molly put the cart into reverse and got the fuck out of there. As it was getting dark, we ended our journey and put the golf cart back up. My car was already packed, when I was about ready to leave. Molly asked, "You're going to say good bye to everyone aren't you?"

I looked at her, raised my eyebrows and said, 

"Should I? I mean, I don't want to bother people."

"Jackie, people are going to miss you!"

"Oh, Okay. I guess I will." After all the stress, I honestly really had not thought about saying goodbyes. 

Molly volunteered, "I'll go around with you as you say your goodbyes." 

I didn't know quite what to say, but I certainly couldn't reject the kind offer. For the next twenty minutes or so, I said all my little goodbyes to everyone that I could find around camp. I wasn't crying yet, but I had a feeling I would be. Once I said my goodbyes, I realized that Molly was still with me and I had yet to say goodbye to her.

She climbed in my car with me and asked to be dropped off at her boyfriend's cabin. I could not refuse. Upon stopping at our designation, Molly started, "I hate saying goodbyes. You have meant so much to me recently. Thank you so much. You are so awesome and so caring. I love you so much girl." Tears had already started falling out of her eyes. Tears swam out of mine as well. This was the second time I was crying today. Molly reached over the middle console to hug me. 

I hugged her back and replied, "I love you Molly and will miss you."

I don't know who was the first to let go, but one of us did as the other did as well. We laughed at the awkwardness of the situation when Molly finally did leave. "Bye," was all I could get out of my throat.

I turned the car around and headed home. That drive was one hell of a drive home for me. Part of me just wanted to turn back and stay to finish off the summer. I wanted to be honest, but I knew I wasn't prepared for that. I knew that I had a lot to think about and a lot to discover about myself.

Looking back after a year, I learned, felt, experienced, and dealt with so much that summer. It's taken me a whole year to process that summer, because it was so intense (look how long this story is...ha!). I know I could have dealt with the situations I was in a thousand times better, but that's the point of being young -to make mistakes, to learn more about yourself, to learn how to deal...and try again. 

I learned most importantly that feelings will always be there. You can't change how you feel! You can try to work as hard as you want and to block out as much as you want, but you never can rid yourself of feelings. 

Homosexuality is so beautiful in its own way that many people miss the beauty of it. My perspective has changed drastically after a year. Now when I see pictures of women holding each other, kissing, etc., I am amazed and in awe not only by their inner and outer beauty, but also by the amazing strong love they share! I can see the love in their eyes when I look at such a picture! Right now, I can only dream of having companionship in my future days! Thank you for reading this rather different story!