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A New Dawn Ch. 06

By: chunks



I woke up in pain. I didn't open my eyes or try to move, I just listened and felt. I was laying on my back on a mattress and pillow which were covered in fresh smelling linens. There were voices in the distance, and while I couldn't tell what they were saying the tone of the conversations didn't sound threatening. I figured nobody was going to come in shooting if I moved around a little. I opened my eyes and glanced around.

I was in a private room in a hospital. I had a tube in my arm from an IV bottle that was dripping something into my body and I was wired for pulse and oxygen level monitoring. I was nude but covered by a sheet. I lifted the sheet to check: no urinary catheter. I pulled the IV tube out and pressed down on the hole in my arm and pushed myself out of bed and walked to the bathroom to check myself out.

I had a bandage on my chest and another on my head. I pulled the first one off: gunshot wound. A small angry hole right next to another, older puckered little scar. I turned around and looked at my back: no exit wound, so they had dug it out. Hopefully. I moved my left arm around to see how bad it would be: it hurt, but it worked.

I pulled the bandage off my head. Something, probably another bullet, had grazed a glancing blow across the side of my forehead and left a bloody little trail a ways into my hairline. I supposed I was lucky. On the other hand most of the pain was in my head so I didn't exactly feel super about it.

I put water on a washcloth and washed the little bit of blood away, then rinsed it again and ran it over my face to try and clear out some of the cobwebs. I used the toilet and then went to the room's small closet and felt through pants pockets until I found a wallet, then took it to the bed and sat down and stared at it. 

That's how the nurse found me.

"What are you doing out of bed?" she said. She was young and pretty and dressed in scrubs and looked and sounded competent and confident. "If you need to use the bathroom you need to call me. Now lay back down and let me get that IV reinserted."

"No."

"You're not going to give me any trouble, are you?"

"No, but I'm not going back to bed. I appreciate that you're just doing your job, but I'm getting dressed and getting out of here."

"You can't leave," she said. "Your doctor isn't here to release you, but I can tell you that if she were here she'd say that you need at least another day of observation."

"Then I'm leaving AMA," I said. I stood up and walked to my closet.

"You're not getting dressed."

"I am unless you want me to walk out of here naked."

She stared at me and fretted a bit, then said, "Okay. Just please wait here for a few minutes while I find one of the women who's been sitting with you. I think she went down to the cafeteria. Please get back in bed and cover yourself up and I'll bring her back here and maybe she can talk some sense into you, okay?"

I wanted to get out but I didn't have any idea where to go, and maybe these women would, so I said "Okay," and she helped me back into my bed and covered me with a sheet.

"I'll be back as soon as I can," she said, and left.

It didn't take long. My nurse walked back in towing a gorgeous young girl. On its own, some part of my mind started observing and recording facts: about 5'4", blond-haired, blue-eyed, expensive clothes and purse, designer shoes, no obvious weapons - although something could be in the purse. She ran to the bed.

"Johnny, you're awake, thank God!" She took my hand and leaned down to kiss me. That autorecord part of my mind observed that her kiss was long and lingering - a lover's kiss.

"Yes, I'm awake," I said. "Are you going to help me get out of here?"

"Dawn and I were talking about that," the nurse said. "She agrees that you should stay here at least until the doctor can look at you."

"And when would that be?"

"Well... sometime tomorrow morning, I'm afraid."

I pushed the sheet off of me and got out of bed again, headed for the closet.

"Nope," I said. "I'm leaving. I'll sign whatever you want me to sign, but I've got to get out of here right now."

"Johnny, why do you have to leave?" Dawn said. "Where do you have to go?"

I looked at her. "Honestly, Sweetie, I have no fucking clue."

She looked at me, then looked at the nurse. "I'm taking him home with me," she said. "I'll get him dressed and we'll take care of your paperwork." She looked at me again. "Johnny, are you okay with just coming home with me?"

"It depends," I said. "Who are you?"

---

The nurse left, saying that she was going to call my doctor.

When Dawn had recovered from her shock she pushed me back onto the bed. "Stay," she said. She handed me her purse, then handed me the wallet I had been looking at just a bit ago.

"What?" I said.

"Look at your driver's license, and look at mine."

There was a crapload of stuff in her purse. What is it with women, anyway? I found her wallet and opened it up and looked back and forth between the licenses.

"We live together?" I said.

She sat down next to me and put her arm around me.

"Johnny, I'm your niece. Don't you remember me?"

I stared at her face, willing the memories to come forward. Nothing. Then I realized something.

"Shit," I said, and tried to move back under the sheet. She just held onto me.

"What? Johnny, what's wrong?"

I stood up and moved away from her. "If what you say is true, 'niece' and 'naked uncle' don't really go well together."

That made her laugh. Hard.

"Johnny, there's a lot I have to tell you. But for now let's just say that it's okay if I see your body. I see it all the time, and I love it. I love you."

That's the point at which a candy striper chose to enter my room. She stopped and stared at my body and turned bright red. I stepped behind Dawn.

"Sorry," I said.

"It happens," she said. "I'll come back later." She backed out and pulled the door closed.

"Well that was awkward," I said.

"Happens all the time," Dawn said.

"What?"

"You're a nudist, Johnny. You're naked more often than you're clothed. You wind up flashing people all the time."

"That's bizarre, and no I'm not," I said. "She was just a little girl. She doesn't need to see that shit."

"She was 15 or 16," Dawn said. "I can guarantee you that she's seen it before." She looked into my eyes. "Johnny, I want you to wait for the doctor to see you. I need you to wait here for her to try and figure out what's wrong with you." She moved her fingers gently over my head wound. "What do you remember?"

I stared at her, wondering whether to trust her. She seemed honest and caring, and empathetic. But then again this could all be some sort of orchestrated setup, that little part of my mind told me. Orchestrated by who, though - and why?

I breathed deeply and told her. I didn't have any objective reason to trust her, but for some damned reason I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"I don't remember anything. I don't know who you are." I paused. Breathed again. "I don't know who I am."

Her tears were immediate and she hugged me. "Oh Johnny, I'm so sorry. I'll take care of you. You're going to remember. Baby, you'll be okay." 

I registered her use of "Baby" and added it to the earlier lover's kiss and her easy acceptance of my nudity.

"Dawn, I need to ask you a question. Will you please answer me honestly?"

She looked at me and her expression was surprise and maybe even shock. "Of course, Johnny. I always do."

"Do we have sex?"

She stared at me. "Yes. How did you figure it out?"

"I'm a trained detective," I said. Then paused, not knowing where the hell that came from. "I'm actually not sure what that means," I said.

Dawn just laughed and hugged me again. "You're going to be okay, baby," she said. It's going to come back to you."

---

The doctor came an hour or so later. I expected her to be pissed about being called in when she wasn't scheduled to do hospital rounds, but she wasn't. She was cheerful and happy and apparently not all that worried about the fact that I had no idea who in the fuck I was.

"Retrograde amnesia," she said as she examined my head. "It will usually only mess up your memories for a little while. You'll get better, I promise."

"What caused it?" I said.

The doctor cocked her head and gazed at me. "Well, I could be wrong but my best guess is that there's a pretty good chance the bullet to the head did it," she said. 

"I want to get out of here," I said.

"I can't stop you," she said. "I think you should stay here for another day or two, but honestly I don't think going home should be a problem if you have people there who can care for you."

"He does," Dawn said. "The care will be constant."

"Okay then," the doctor said. "I'm going to sign your release form, but not until you get your chest wound bandaged again. I'll send in the nurse." 

Something occurred to me. "Who's paying for my care? Do I have insurance?"

The doctor put her hands on my chest, gently. "Don't worry. The City of Los Angeles is taking care of you."

"Why?"

She looked at Dawn. "He doesn't know?"

"He woke up just before you came. He doesn't remember anything."

The doctor looked at me for a long time. Then looked at Dawn. 

"There's a woman in 417 that I think Mr. Rand should meet."

Dawn said, "I'd like that. If he's up to it."

I looked at them both. "What are you talking about?"

Dawn said, "Trust me."

And suddenly, I did.

---

Dawn and the doctor helped me get into a stupid hospital smock and I walked with them down the hall to room 417. The doctor went in first and made sure the woman was ready to receive visitors, then beckoned us in. There was a man in police uniform sitting next to her bed. Dawn helped me into a chair on the other side of the bed.

The woman on the bed looked pale and drawn. She burst into tears when she saw me.

The officer said, "Oh, fuck," and ran his hand across his face.

"Oh my God," I said. "Please tell me I didn't do this to her."

The woman just cried harder.

"Johnny, you saved her life," the doctor said.

"I'm so fucking sorry," the cop said. "I don't know what to do."

"What the hell happened?" I said.

The woman in bed explained it. She was a cop. She had pulled a car over on a beach road in Santa Monica and had radioed for backup. The two guys had initially been compliant. Then a want had sounded over her radio and they had heard it. When she went back to her unit they followed her and shot her.

She said that as best the LAPD could figure out the crime scene I had taken out the shooter with my car, then jumped out and beaten the shit out of his partner. According to her I'd grabbed the shooter's gun and then had attended to her, using her radio to call in "Officer down" and then had stripped off her shirt and vest.

"'There's blood'," she said. "That's what you said. That you were just trying to figure out where it's coming from. Then you pulled up my bra and found a wound in my breast. You went digging into it and it hurt, but then you said, "It's still in here. It's not deep. You're okay. I promise that you're okay."

And then the next unit showed up. I had a handgun and I was standing over a prone police officer. They did what they did.

"I screamed at them," she said. "I couldn't stop it from happening. You saved my life and we did that to you." She was sobbing. I put my arms around her and held her.

"So our first date didn't work out so well," I said. "I'm up for another try."

She laughed. "My husband might have a problem with that," she said, and motioned towards the back of the room where a man in a suit sat in a chair watching us.

"I don't have any problem with that at all," he said. He was crying, too. "I'll buy all the rounds."

The male cop got up and made to leave the room. I stopped him.

"She needs you," I said.

He stared at me. "I shot you," he said. "You saved her life and I shot you. You're a great cop, were a great cop until you retired, and you stopped on the road and fucking saved her life and I shot you."

"Don't beat yourself up," I said. "You thought I was the perp. I was in civvies. I would have done the same thing in your shoes."

He ran his hands over his face again. "How can you be so forgiving?"

"Like I said: it's what I would have done to save her."

I forced the cop's hand into mine and shook it. 

"You said I was a cop?"

"Yes," he said. His face kind of scrunched up and he backed away a bit. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know who I am. I can't remember anything."

He slumped back down into the chair and rubbed his hands over his face again. "Oh, fuck me. Son of a bitch."

---

Dawn took me home to a home I didn't know. There were two other beautiful women waiting for us. My brain took them in as we pulled up. 5'7", brunette hair, fair skin, green eyes. 4'11", dark skin - Asian, and maybe African - and dark brown eyes. The taller girl was smiling, but it looked plastered on. The shorter girl was crying.

"Okay, ladies" I said as I got out of the car. "I'm fine. I'm going to heal up fine. But right now, I don't know who you are. I suppose introductions are in order. Apparently my name is John Rand."

They ran to me and hugged me, and Dawn hugged me from behind.

"Welcome home, Johnny," she said.

---

They had dinner on the table all ready for me but I had no appetite. They were all upset that I wouldn't eat and tried to encourage me to. I just drank water. I wanted to know who the other two women were but my chest was throbbing and I was too tired to start that conversation. I might have fallen asleep at the table. The next thing I remembered was the three of them helping me up the stairs and into a bedroom.

The bed was huge. I mean really large. Maybe double the size of a regular king bed. The girls all started to undress me.

"Wait," I said, backing away.

They just looked at me.

"I have to... Um... Where's the bathroom?"

"I'll take him," Dawn said. She led me to a door off the bedroom and opened it and we walked into an oversized bathroom. She led me to the toilet, as if I couldn't find it myself.

On the other hand, there was a lot I couldn't remember. Maybe she thought I wouldn't remember toilets. 

I balked when she started to take off my pants.

"Thanks, but I can do this," I said.

She looked at me with a hurt expression. "Okay," she said, and walked out and shut the door.

I took care of business and flushed and washed my hands. That's when I noticed the stuff on the counter. A mix of guy stuff and girl stuff. I poked through the medicine cabinet and the drawers and it seemed that, if this was truly my house, I was sharing this bathroom with at least one woman.

"Dawn?" I said.

She opened the door. 

"Yes, Johnny?"

"I really need to brush my teeth. Which one of these is mine?"

She handed me a toothbrush and I put some toothpaste on it and she watched me brush. When I was done I rinsed the toothbrush and handed it back to her and she put it away. She watched me staring at my Asian face in the mirror.

"It will come back to you," she said. "It will all come back to you."

"Sure," I said, feeling lost. "Have you noticed that your Uncle doesn't look anything at all like you?"

She laughed. "Yes. Your father was mostly Dutch. He married a Hispanic woman and they had your brother, who came out looking mostly Hispanic. Your brother married a white woman and they had me. Meanwhile your father's first wife left him and he took up with a younger Japanese girl, and..."

"And... me," I said. "So you really are my niece."

"Let's not dwell on that for now," she said, and led me back to the bed. The other two women were already in it. I backed away. Dawn sat me down on a sofa.

"Johnny, we all love you and just want to take care of you," she said. "Please let us."

I looked at her. I was dead tired and I felt reasonably certain that she wasn't planning to kill me in my sleep.

"Okay," I said.

She led me to the bed and sat me down on it. Then, as I watched, she stripped off her clothes. Her nude body was the perfect complement to her gorgeous face: she was extremely fit and perfectly tanned, with no tan lines. Her breasts were not large but were the right size for her slim body and were beautifully shaped, capped with small circles of pinkish-brown and small, hard nipples. Her little waist flared out into womanly hips which became long, toned legs that went all the way to the floor. Her mons was hairless. 

"Fuck," I said. "You're beautiful."

She blushed. "Thanks," she said. "And this is weird." 

"What's weird?"

"You've seen me naked a million times, but you're reacting like this is the first time."

"For me, this is the first time," I said.

She reached down and pulled off my boxer shorts and suddenly I was as naked as she was. She gently pushed me down and back into the bed and up against the little woman, who immediately wrapped her arms around me and held on tight. The feel of her nipples against my back told me that she was nude as well. I turned to face her as Dawn crawled into bed behind me. She'd left the light on.

"I'm Jay," the small woman said.

"And I'm Mary Beth," said the woman behind her. She sat up and the sheet fell to her waist. She was more voluptuous than either Dawn or Jay, with fuller, more rounded breasts. "We're going to take turns spooning with you tonight," she said.

I guess my brain was working on 'slow' tonight because it took this long to hit me.

"We're all lovers? Together? We all share this bed?"

"Yup," said Mary Beth. "We had it custom made for us."

"So I have orgy sex with three women every night, and I have incestuous sex with my niece?"

Mary Beth frowned. "No orgy sex. Orgy sex is when you fuck whatever random person happens to be under you. We all love each other and so we make love with each other, in all kinds of combinations. And yes, you also have a loving, sexual relationship with your niece. Which she initiated, by the way."

"I didn't mean to be a dick," I said. "But this all comes as something of a shock to me."

"Knock, knock," said a voice at the bedroom door. I looked up to see a tall woman who was beginning to shed her clothes.

"Hi, Cyndi!" Jay said.

I looked at Dawn, who sighed. "There's more you need to know," she said.

---

I woke up late the next morning. Only Dawn was in bed with me, and she was softly snoring. I was spooned behind her and my hand was cupping her breast.

I'd woken up often during the night as four women moved in their sleep all around me, and occasionally switched places to be closer to me. I figured I was living every guys dream, but between the gunshot wound and the weirdness of them knowing me and me not knowing them, I seemed to be out of commission for sex. Nevertheless I played with Dawn's breast a little while she slept. It felt good.

I pushed out of bed slowly so as not to wake Dawn. After the bathroom I went exploring. The house was fairly large but not extravagantly so, and tastefully decorated. There was a second bathroom in the hallway and four bedrooms total upstairs: "our" bedroom, another one with a bed (guest room?) and two offices with fold-out sofas. John Rand's name was all over the paperwork in one of the offices. I walked down the stairs.

It was a convention around the large dining room table. Jay and Mary Beth and Cyndi were there, still nude. Cyndi was sitting next to a nondescript man in a gray three-piece suit. A slightly shaggy looking man in his 50's was holding hands with a classically beautiful redhead. A younger man, short and thin and whippy, sat next to them with a cute woman on his lap, her hands around his neck. Another taller man in shorts and sandals sat holding hands with a stunning blonde.

"Johnny!!"

A young girl came out of the kitchen heading for me at a dead run. All I could think to do was try and cover my nudity.


A New Dawn Ch. 06



"Careful!" said Three-Piece. The girl slowed down, but wrapped her arms around me.

"Johnny, you're okay," she said. I felt her hot tears on my chest and I wrapped her arms around her.

"The jury is still out on that, but I'm alive," I said. I looked up at the people in the room. "I'm sorry, but I have no idea who any of you are, and I'm sorry that I wandered down here without getting dressed."

The girl's hands dropped to my ass, and Cyndi chuckled.

"Laura," she said.

"Okay," the girl said. She wiped the tears from her face and backed away from me.

"This is the quintessential Johnny Rand," the blonde said. "Naked, gorgeous, and shot." She stood up and walked over to me. I kept one eye on the young guy she'd been sitting with. She traced the wound on my head, then placed her hand softly on the bandage on my chest.

"Hello, Hero," she said, and brushed her lips against mine. "My name is Tina," she said. Then she walked back and sat down and held hands with the guy.

I pulled a chair from the table and sat down. "I'm afraid you all have me at a disadvantage," I said. "I'm just starting to get used to this household. Can you start by telling me who you are and why you're here?"

For the next half hour or so I got a crash course in who Johnny Rand was, what he'd done in the past, and what he was doing now. 

"So I'm rich?" I said.

"And getting richer every day," Richard Morrison said. "Although I've taken a strong cash position lately. I'm seeing signs of a major correction..."

I held up my hand, and he stopped.

"And I work for the chief of police of the LAPD?"

"Not exactly," Jen Magellas said. "You're in business for yourself. Sometimes the chief might throw you a case to work, a case that the police and the DA and the courts can't handle. But he hasn't yet."

Everyone had introduced themselves except the shaggy older man.

"Who might you be?" I said.

"I'm the Saturday guy," he said.

"What?"

"We share your women," he said, taking a toothpick to his teeth. "I get them on Saturdays."

I stared at him. His lips were quivering like he was holding in a laugh. Georgia punched him on the arm, hard, and he lost it and started laughing.

"Geez, Meyer," I heard from behind me. I turned around. Dawn was leaning up against the doorframe in all her nude glory, smiling at him.

"Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying," Meyer said. He stood up and walked around the table towards me. I reflexively went into some sort of guard position which came from I don't know where, and he stopped short.

"Johnny, he's your best friend," Mary Beth said. "He's family. He's just fucking with you."

I looked at her, and she looked back at me. I relaxed. Meyer came forward and knelt down beside me. He put his hand on my shoulder.

"You gave us a scare, kid," he said. "It's good to see you up and around. You might want to put some clothes on, though, because nobody needs to see that shit."

"Fuckin' A," said Buddy Magellas.

"Do the ladies get a vote, too?" said Jen.

It was too much. I pushed back from the table. "I feel dizzy," I said. I tried to stand up and I heard people move their chairs and move towards me but the roaring drowned that out and then the darkness came and I never felt my head hit the floor.

When I woke up, there was a slightly chubby dark-skinned woman sitting on the bed next to me with a stethoscope pressed against my chest. She was wearing blue jeans and a tank top that said "Gay Pride". She smiled at me. I knew her.

"How do you feel?" she said.

I thought about that.

"I remember," I said. "I remember everything. I even remember how it felt not to remember." I paused. "You're the doctor from the hospital. I didn't know doctors made house calls anymore."

She smiled again. "I'm being paid handsomely for it," she said. "But I think I would have done it for free for you, after what you did." She stood up.

"You're going to be fine," she said. "Your chest wound is healing nicely, and your head wound was just a scratch - although the shock to your brain stole your memories for a while. But if you're past that, you have no worries. Just be sure to finish the antibiotics we gave you."

"Thanks," I said. She smiled again and walked out.

Dawn came in immediately. She was dressed in a white sleeveless top and a short yellow skirt.

"That skirt really makes your tan pop, I said."

She looked at me. "Johnny?"

I held my arms out to her. "I'm back," I said.

She ran to me.

---

Five days later. I was well taken care of and healing nicely and shouldn't have had a care in the world. And yet...

Those times when you simply can't fall asleep are kind of like the times that you're icky sick: they make you realize how you've been taking good sleep or general wellness for granted. The first day that you're well again, you can literally taste the air and the possibilities of life dangle brightly before you. The second day you're well, you're back to taking it all for granted.

I was lying naked on the smaller living room sofa. I idly looked at the glass of rye whiskey in my hand and admitted to myself that it likely wasn't going to put me to sleep. I'd tried the whiskey, reading a book, stretching and meditating... all for naught. It was pushing 3:00 AM and I was both awesomely tired and awesomely wide awake. My chest was throbbing a little, but not enough to take a pain med. Luckily, I had little that I was obligated to do tomorrow. Later today, I corrected myself.

Weird thoughts were running loose in the back of my head. I'd been living for nearly a year with three women: my blonde teenaged niece and soulmate Dawn, my best friend and lover Mary Beth, and my tiny little Afro-Asian beauty Jay. We were incredibly happy and shared ourselves with each other every day, bringing each other as much pleasure as possible. We were rich beyond my wildest dreams and beyond my ability to decide what to do with the money. We had good and trusted friends. I had a noble purpose in life, enforcing justice at the behest of the chief of police of Los Angeles. Life was full and rewarding.

I had survived yet another encounter with lead projectiles. My faculties were intact. I was loved. And yet it was pushing 3:00 AM and I couldn't sleep. I guess I was being introspective, examining memories that just this morning had been beyond my grasp.

I searched my mind for the problem. Mary Beth and I had lived as neighbors for years and had become good friends, and maybe more than that, but her avowed lesbianism had kept me from attempting to take our relationship any further. Until Dawn had come back into my life, that is. I had been pretty heavily involved in my niece's life for years, essentially helping my brother to raise her, and had watched her transform from a loving girl into a beautiful young woman. Although I had lusted after her, and later had admitted to myself that I was actually in love with her, I had maintained the role of the friendly, loving uncle - even though I had to help her through some intimate situations that her father either couldn't bring himself to handle, or wasn't available to handle.

Her father had been a money launderer for a major drug cartel. His violent death brought Dawn and I together, first as supportive family, then as lovers. Shortly after that, Mary Beth became our lover as well. Then shortly after that, Jay joined us in our bed. We'd all been living together as a loving family for nearly a year now. It was pretty much the best fantasy a 32 year-old guy could have, right?

Right?

"Johnny." 

I looked up. A very nude Dawn walked around from behind the sofa and stood in front of me. For the thousandth time I marveled at how perfect her little teenage body was. I knew how every part of her body felt and how I felt inside her when we were making love. Yet all I wanted to do now was feel my hands on her body again. 

"What are you doing up? Come to bed, baby." She held out her hand for me. 

"I tried that," I said. "Didn't work. Something's keeping me awake."

"What?"

"I don't know. I can't latch onto it. Something."

"Come to bed and I'll help you fall asleep," Dawn said, and I took her hand and stood up and followed her to the bedroom. We laid down in the huge bed next to Jay and Mary Beth who were both happily residing in dreamland. Dawn pulled my hands onto her breasts and pushed her butt back into my crotch and we spooned like the lovers we were. I gently squeezed her boobs and she moaned softly and happily.

"Go to sleep, Johnny," she said, nestling back further into me. "Go to sleep, baby."

Lost in her body and her warmth and her love for me, I was out like a light within moments.

---

"Johnny, wake up," Dawn whispered.

"What?" I said. 

"The power's out and I want to go to the gym but I can't open the garage door."

I stupidly looked across Jay's and Mary Beth's sleeping bodies at the alarm clock, which of course was blank. "What time is it?"

"6:30."

Wow, way past the time I usually woke up. Retirement was making me soft. Or maybe it was the fact I'd only been asleep for three hours or so. Or maybe the it was the chest wound. 

"Alright," I said. "Lemme pee. I'll meet you down there."

Instead Dawn followed me into the bathroom and held my cock while I peed. I remembered that she had wanted to do this last night but I had banished her from the bathroom, and I felt bad about that. She had decided that this was great sport ever since she'd seen our neighbor Cyndi Morrison doing it to me. She made lazy figure eights in the bowl until I was done, then lovingly squeezed out the last drops and shook me off and flushed. By the time she was done with me I was hard. We didn't always fool around when that happened because there are other things in life, and because we knew we'd always be able to find time for each other later.

We walked downstairs and into the garage and while Dawn got into her BMW 3-series convertible I unlatched the garage door opener, grabbed the bottom of the door, and lifted - wincing a little at the pain in my chest. The door rolled up smoothly and I held it for Dawn as she started to back up but then hit the brakes. I looked to the street. Two women in light workout clothes were standing in the sidewalk in the middle of our driveway, mouths open, staring at me.

"Oh, my," the older one said.

"Morning," I said. 

"Morning," they said.

"I didn't think anyone would be out at this hour," I said.

"He's harmless, I swear," Dawn said over her shoulder. "The power is out."

"We know," said the older woman.

"You certainly know how to get a girl's heart started in the morning," said the younger woman. "Thanks for not putting anything on."

"This is my usual state around here and it didn't really occur to me," I said. I looked down at myself. I was still about half hard. "I'm sorry if I've offended you."

"We'll let it go this time," the older woman said. "Umm... if the power's still out tomorrow, what time will you be opening the garage door? We'll time our walk accordingly."

Dawn laughed. The ladies waved goodbye and walked away. Dawn waved goodbye to me too as she backed out into the street. I carefully lowered the garage door, then paused to look at the cars.

We had too many of them. There kind of had to be at least one for each of us and we also needed the occasional special-purpose vehicle. Our lot had plenty of unused land and I'd paid a contractor to expand the garage to accommodate eight automobiles. With Dawn's car gone there were still four in the garage: my Crown Vic, which I refused to get rid of; Mary Beth's VW Beetle; Jay's BMW SUV; and my latest toy and daily driver, a black Cadillac CTS-V sedan. It had come stock with 556 horsepower but I'd immediately tossed the powertrain warranty and shipped it to Lingenfelter for tuning and they'd gotten it up to something over 800 rear wheel horsepower and a ton of torque. Then I'd taken it to a body shop friend and now it also had an easy-to-access hidden compartment that held a small armory. I had concealed carry permits courtesy of the LAPD chief of police and the heads of various Southern California law enforcement agencies that he held sway with. So did Buddy and Meyer and Jen and Georgia.

Realistically I could be driving anything at this point. I had a stupid amount of money between the competent investing that Richard Morrison had done with the cash that Dawn had given me a year ago and the "Stupidly Aggressive Tactical Action Fund" that I had told Morrison to go crazy with and which he had very quickly somehow turned into close to three hundred million dollars. Which was now the operating fund for Rand and Associates. Which I owned. 

Dawn, Mary Beth, and I had had a serious money talk with Jay. It had taken a while but we had beaten down her resistance and the result was us giving her enough money that she'd never have to work another day in her life. So she sold her limo but bought an SUV because she still enjoyed driving us all around. It had a cooler in the back that could store champagne for the passengers the way her limo had. Strictly illegal in this type of vehicle, of course, and I was worried that one day we all might get caught at it, but we hadn't so far. It probably helped that we drank it out of coffee travel mugs. I had given up my Barefoot Bubbly and we now stocked somewhat more expensive champagne. Not the most expensive stuff out there, though: we'd learned through experimentation that there was really no direct link between price and quality, and that some of the stuff the experts extolled the virtues of simply wasn't to our liking. We settled on the varieties that we liked the best and paid the price required to have them. The learning process was fun.

I could be driving a Bugatti Veyron, I thought, and tried to picture it. Couldn't see it. I had grown up poor, at least in the beginning, and hadn't gotten used to being a bazillionaire yet. I probably never would. At least not in that way. There was just so much money, and it came so quickly, that it didn't seem real to me yet. The CTS-V was the nicest thing I'd ever owned other than this Malibu house, which I really just had part ownership of along with Dawn and Mary Beth, and now Jay. I might think about leasing a different car every once in a while, though; the business could absorb the cost and there were tax advantages. I had my eye on the Jaguar F-Type R. But part of me rebelled against driving a car that I couldn't get all three of my women into.

I showered and dressed and kissed Mary Beth and Jay as they slept. I walked the short distance to Richard Morrison's house and let myself in and turned off the alarm. He and Cyndi and their daughter Laura were on a junket to Disney World and I'd agreed to keep an eye on their house. Today my idea of keeping an eye on their house involved taking my clothes back off and grabbing a beach towel and hitting the pool. My doctor probably would have disapproved my being in the water, but I was slathering on the triple antibiotic goo on a regular basis and taking the oral antibiotics and figured I was mostly immune to invasion. I swam laps until I thought I had probably burned off as many calories as I would have had I done my usual morning workout, then pushed myself out of the pool and dried off and spread out my towel on a lounger and lay down and dived into the latest Jessie Stone novel and let the early morning sun go to work on my body.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been laying there when I heard a gasp from behind the screen door. I sat up. There were two attractive women standing there looking at me. One held a carrier filled with cleaning supplies.

"Should we call the police?" the young one said.

I barely stopped myself from saying "I am the police." Because I wasn't anymore. Instead I said, "Good morning. And I'm sorry."

"Who are you?" the older one said.

"My name is John Rand," I said. "I'm housesitting for Richard and Cyndi." I paused. "Who managed to not tell me that they have a maid service."

"Do you have any proof?" the older one said.

I thought about it. "Absolutely none," I said. "Except that I was able to turn off the alarm."

She thought about that. Then: "What's their daughter's name?"

Pretty smart. "Laura."

"What does he do for a living?"

"Investment fund manager."

"Where are they now?"

"Disney World."

She thought for a minute. "Okay," she said. "I'm still going to call Richard to confirm, but for now I trust you. I'm Christine and this is my daughter Melanie. We're going to be here cleaning for the next few hours."

"I'll put something on," I said.

"No, you just enjoy the sun. And we'll enjoy your butt." And they walked away to get started cleaning. 

This was quickly turning into John Rand Shows His Goodies To Everyone Day. I'm a nudist, which is normally not at all sexual, but I readily admit that being naked in and of itself can easily turn sexual, and also admit that I get a thrill when women get a thrill out of seeing my nude body. I don't try to make it happen but when you're naked a lot it happens kind of naturally, like today. More recently I'd also discovered that I like to have sex while other women watch. Given my living arrangements over the last year it actually felt strange now to have sex when there weren't at least a couple of other women involved. So if the maids were okay with seeing me naked, I was too. I settled down with my book.

It was maybe an hour later when Christine came through the back door, sat down on the lounger next to me, lit a cigarette, and stared at my cock. As always, the attention made it start to get hard.

"Smoke break," she said.

"You should give those up," I said.

"I've never heard that one before," she said, and took another drag. "They're the only things that keep me sane," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"This job," she said. "My life. My husband divorced me. We didn't have money. He doesn't pay alimony. I don't have any real skills and this job is the best I could do and it pays shit. The company I work for takes most of the money and pays us an hourly wage." She took another drag on her cigarette and blew it out slowly. "The Morrisons are good people," she said. "But every week we come here and I get to compare how they live to how we live. It's hard, you know, to need the job that reinforces how the decisions in your life have all been stupid ones."

She crushed her cigarette and stood up. "Sorry to unload on you," she said. "I'm gonna get back to work now."

"Wait," I said. "Sit down, please."

She looked at me for a moment and then sat down.

"Can I borrow your phone?"

She looked at me some more, then reached into her pocket and handed over her cell phone. I looked at the display and pressed redial. It rang, then Richard Morrison's voice came on the line. 

"Hi Christine," he said. "Did Rand try to molest you girls after all?"

"No, he didn't," I said. "But that doesn't mean he isn't thinking about it."

"Hi Johnny," he said. "How are things at the homestead?"

"Copacetic," I said. "I have a question for you."

"Shoot."

"How happy are you with your maid service?"

Christine's eyebrows shot up.

"Happy as all get-out," he said. "They always show up on time. The house is in impeccable shape when they leave. Nothing's ever broken or missing. And, umm..."

"What?" I said.

"Ah... well, we once managed to leave some embarrassing... items... out in the open in our bedroom on the day they came. That information never became public and they never talked with us about it. And... they cleaned them."

"Good deal," I said. "How's Florida?"

"We're having a blast," he said. "We ditched Disney World, though, and we've spent the last two days at Universal Studios. Better rides. What? Hang on, Johnny."

A pause, then: "Hello lover boy," Cyndi said. "Are you naked?" 




A New Dawn Ch. 06



I heard a faint "Mom!" in the background.

"Yes," I said. "On your patio."

"And is Christine there?"

"Yes," I said.

"Hand the phone to her."

I did. Christine said, "Hello," then listened. And looked at my cock. And laughed.

"Yes, it is," she said. "Very."

Knowing they were talking about it, my cock started to get hard again.

Christine listened some more and then looked back down at my cock, which had risen fully to the occasion. "Yes, fuck, it is... How could you know that?" She looked around as if to find hidden cameras. Then she laughed again. "And Richard is okay with that? Wow. We lead very different lives."

I motioned for the phone. "Cyndi, please put Richard back on."

Richard said, "I'm here."

"I'm going to make a personnel addition if it's okay with you," I said.

"It's your company," he said. And at that moment I realized for the first time in a meaningful way that it was true. Rand and Associates had been sort of just a name and a money funnel. But I was about to make it real.

"Thanks," I said. "And enjoy the vacation. Over and out." I clicked 'End'. Then called Thomas Barker. 

"Barker," he said.

"Find a maid yet?" I said.

"No, not yet. I actually haven't started looking."

"What if I said I've got the perfect ones?"

Silence. Then: "Are they ugly?" Which had been Juana's condition, but I'm pretty sure she'd been joking at the time.

I looked Christine over. Like her daughter she was quite attractive, if a little beaten down by life. 

"No, not so much. But Morrison says they're top notch and I'm sitting here naked on his patio and they're both okay with it. I think they have the right stuff. I'm going to use them."

"Fine by me, I trust your judgment. Whatever you want to pay them. We'll finish the deal over a beer."

"Done," I said. We chatted about our girls for a while, then hung up.

Christine was staring at me.

"Here's the deal," I said. "Quit your job. You'll clean Richard's house, my house, and the house of another friend - which is a really fucking big house, by the way - every week. And every week you'll also clean the small offices of Rand and Associates, once I get around to leasing them. We'll pay you..." I pulled a number out of my ass. "Seventy-five thousand dollars a year."

Her eyes got huge.

"A couple of caveats. My house and my friend's house are nudist zones. You'll have to be okay with that."

"Not a problem," she said.

"How old is your daughter?"

"Excuse me?"

"Trust me," I said. "You're also most likely going to see some sex happening."

"Ah. She's twenty," Christine said. "We can take it."

"There might be a couple more houses added later," I said, thinking of Meyer and Buddy. "In which case you can renegotiate and maybe hire on more staff."

We talked about logistics. She only had the Morrison's house to clean today so she agreed they would come over to my place afterwards, clean it, and sign a contract. My plan was to pay her for a year in advance so she'd feel confident about quitting her shitty job.

"Listen," she said. "You could get three big houses and a small office cleaned once a week for maybe twenty-five, thirty grand a year. Why are you doing this?" 

"Because I can," I said.

-----

We shook hands and I jumped in the pool and hopped back out again and dried off and got dressed and walked back to my place. It was empty. I once again shucked my clothes and went into the backyard and dived into the pool and cooled down, then got out and lay down on a lounger. The sun started doing its usual work on my body as I made my way through Jessie Stone's exploits. He was back on the booze but he seemed to be handling it okay. Reading his description of how that first Scotch of the day tastes made me want a drink. I looked at my watch: 10:20 AM. I sighed and kept reading.

Maybe a couple of hours later I looked up as the screen slider opened. An attractive, slightly plump woman, maybe mid-40's, walked through the door, concentrating on not spilling from a platter that held a pitcher of iced tea and a glass filled with ice cubes. She made it through the door and looked up at me and stopped dead in her tracks.

"Hello," I said.

She stared at my body for a good ten seconds, then turned around and walked back into my house.

"What have we here?" I said. I figured there was a pretty good chance that she wasn't here to rob us.

A few minutes later Mary Beth walked out onto the patio, dressed in tight white shorts and a white crop top, looking beautiful.

"We're being invaded," I said.

"That was my mother," she said.

"She didn't seem happy to meet me."

"She was embarrassed," Mary Beth said as she sat down next to me.

"I'll put something on and go apologize," I said, starting to get up.

"No, Johnny," she said. "Mom has to get used to you being naked. To all of us being naked."

"I'll bite," I said. "Why does she have to get used to that?"

"Because," Mary Beth said. "I sort of invited her to stay with us for a while."

I just looked at her.

"I'm sorry," she said. "You know she lost her job a while back. Now she's pretty much run out of money. She won't let me give her any, but she will let me give her a room."

I said nothing.

"I'm sorry. Please don't be angry, Johnny..."

"I am a little angry," I said. "That you didn't tell me sooner. We have lots of rooms. Of course your mom is welcome here."

She looked down and said, "Thank you." I lifted her chin back up and when her eyes were level with mine I kissed her, a good kiss, tongues lashing, hands roaming, cock rising. I had just managed to divest Mary Beth of her top when her mom decided to make her second attempt to storm the patio. We stopped kissing as her mom sat the platter of iced tea on the table. She took a couple of steps back and stared at my erection. Ack.

Mary Beth pulled her top back over her tits. "Mom, this is Johnny. Johnny, my Mom."

I moved the pitcher, picked up the platter, and used it to cover my lap. "Pleased to meet you, ma'am," I said. "Please pardon me if I don't stand. I'm afraid we haven't gotten started on quite the right note."

That brought just a hint of a smile to her lips. "Call me Cara," she said. "I'm pleased to meet you too, Johnny. My Mary Beth has told me so much about you. I'm sorry, I was just a little bit shocked before. I haven't seen a naked man since my husband passed. Much less a hard..." She blushed a little.

"Yeah, sorry about that," I said.

"Oh no," she said. "It's your home, your patio. And I'm certainly not going to complain about my Mary Beth having sex with a man."

"Mom!"

"Not that there's anything wrong with being a lesbian," Cara said. "But I want grandchildren. I'll go back inside now and you can continue having sex with her."

"Kill me now," Mary Beth said.

"Please stay," I said. "I'll go find something to put on and we can all chat."

Cara sat down next to Mary Beth. "Fine then," she said. "But don't go putting on clothes on my account. Mary Beth has told me everything about your lifestyle here. I've got to get used to it if I'm to be here for a little while."

I looked at Mary Beth. "Everything?"

"Almost everything," she said.

Ah. So Cara didn't know about Jay. Or didn't know about Dawn. Or didn't know that Dawn was my niece. Or all three of these. This would be interesting.

"So... is it okay if I put the platter back on the table? I'm kind of freezing my goodies off here."

Cara made a point of looking me straight in the eyes as she said, "Yes, of course." I kept eye contact with her as I sat the platter onto the table. She kept it up for five seconds, then her eyes flicked down to my crotch. And lingered there. As usual, the attention made my cock start to grow again. Cara said, "Oh, my."

Mary Beth snickered.

"Okay, it doesn't happen very often, but I'm getting embarrassed here," I said. "Either you two ladies get naked or I'm putting some pants on."

Mary Beth looked at me, then at her mom, then at me again, then stripped off her crop top and wiggled out of her shorts. Her gorgeous little body beckoned to me, and my cock got harder.

"Mary Beth!" Cara said.

"Yes?"

"Well... nothing, I suppose," Cara said. Her gaze alternated between her nude daughter and my cock, which was now standing up and demanding attention. Mary Beth was looking at it longingly.

I took a deep breath. "I apologize, and I'm going to try to focus on making this damned thing go back down," I said.

"Oh, no," Cara said. "It's beautiful. Don't make it go down."

"Mom!"

"What?"

"I don't know, but shit, Mom!"

"Well, isn't it beautiful?"

"Fine. Yes, it is. Now... are you going to get naked?"

Cara's hand flew to her mouth. "What?"

"Johnny said he's embarrassed and either he gets dressed or we get naked. So..."

Cara looked at us, her mouth hanging open. "I couldn't," she said.

"Why, Mom?"

"Because... I just couldn't!"

"I've seen you naked, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"Are you afraid Johnny will rape you?"

"Of course not," Cara said.

"So you're afraid of him seeing your body."

"I'm not afraid," Cara said. "I just wasn't raised that way."

"Listen," I said.

"Hush," Mary Beth said. I hushed.

Silence. Then, Cara said, "I would. But I'm ashamed."

"Of what?" I said.

"Of my body. You are a gorgeous hunk of man, all tan and muscles and hard cock." She blushed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that." 

"It's true, though," Mary Beth said.

"And my daughter is gorgeous, too. I'm ashamed to be next to you two."

I stood up, keenly aware that this put my erection approximately at Cara's mouth level. I took one of her hands and she stood up, too.

"Allow me the privilege?" I said.

Cara closed her eyes. "Okay," she said after a while.

I looked at Mary Beth, who just looked back at me. Then I slowly unbuttoned Cara's blouse, ready to stop if she said to. She didn't say anything, though; she just stood with her eyes squeezed shut. The blouse came off revealing a lacy white bra and a surprisingly firm tummy. I had been wrong in my initial assessment: Cara wasn't plump, she was voluptuous. With curves in all the right places. I moved a little closer to access the rear zipper on her pants, and accidently brought my cock in contact with her hand. She gasped.

"Sorry," I said, scootching back as her pants fell to the ground.

"It's okay," she said, and moved towards me until my erection once again touched her hand.

Mary Beth snickered again. "This could get complicated," she said.

"This is totally non-sexual," I said, as I removed Cara's bra. Her magnificent large breasts spilled out and stood proudly in the sun. Cara moaned and her hand wrapped around my cock.

"So I see," Mary Beth said.

I froze. "Cara, you are beautiful. But I'm your daughter's boyfriend."

"I don't mind," Mary Beth said.

"You're not helping," I said.

"I'm just playing," Cara said, her eyes still closed. Her hand hadn't moved.

I bent at the knees and moved my hands down to remove her pants and panties. My eyes took in her large, firm breasts and hard nipples as I descended. She bent with me and kept her hand on my erection as I lowered her panties to the ground. Unlike my girls, who were bald down there, Cara had a well-trimmed patch of red that matched the hair on her head. Mary Beth was, as far as I knew, a natural brunette. I'd have to ask her about that.

Cara stepped out of her pants as I stood back up and she stood with me, still holding my cock in her hand, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Okay," I said. "Now you're naked. And you are beautiful. You have nothing to be ashamed of, okay?"

Silence. Then she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Thank you. And... I'm a little ashamed that I'm holding your cock in my hand. It was kind of involuntary."

But she didn't let go.

"That's okay. Think of it as an ice breaker. Like this," I said, and I reached forward and cupped one of her tits, and she gasped.

"Oh, that feels good," she said, and stroked my cock. "It's been so long."

I looked at Mary Beth. She was giving me, "Come on, get on with it" sign language, like she wanted me to have sex with her mother.

If I did anything wrong in the next few minutes, it might cause a lot of grief for a number of people. I stepped forward and hugged Cara hard. Her hand was still wrapped around my cock, which was now sandwiched between us. I stroked her back and kissed her neck and she let go of me and then wrapped her arms around me and started to cry. Big time. Big, wracking sobs. I just held onto her as she let it all go. Mary Beth stood up and moved in to hug us both.

"I'm... so... sorry," Cara said.

"Nothing to apologize for," I said. 

"I don't know what got into me. It's been a long time since I've been able to feel a man. And there you were. I'm so sorry, Mary Beth."

"It's no problem, Mom," Mary Beth said. "Feel him as much as you want. Johnny's body is one of the perks of living here."

Cara stared at her, then back at me, tears running down her face. She sniffled. "I'm actually pretty conservative," she said. She looked down at herself. "Although you wouldn't know it by looking at me right now." She sat down, which once again put her at eye level with my hard cock. She stared at it.

"I'm now in the mood for something stronger than iced tea," I said. "The pool bar is open. Would you ladies like some champagne?"

"Johnny, could you make us mojitos?" Mary Beth said.

"Coming right up, ma'am." I walked to the garden and grabbed a bunch of mint, then went to the kitchen. I put the mint into a pitcher and muddled it with fresh lime, then added sugar and more lime and muddled it again. I put in a lot of ice and a lot of white rum and some club soda and stirred gently, sampled it, added a little more sugar, then carried the pitcher and three glasses out to the pool. Somewhere during the process, my cock had retreated to semi-erect.

"Mojitos, ladies, as requested," I said with a flourish.

"Goody!" said Mary Beth as I poured.

"I don't usually drink this early, or at all for that matter," Cara said. "But I'm Irish and I'm naked, so what the hell." I poured her a glass and she took a sip and her eyes opened wide, and she took a larger sip. "This is delicious," she said. She lay back on the lounger and looked at the pool and took another sip. "I could get used to this," she said.

"That's the plan," I said. I poured myself a mojito and sat down.

She looked at me. "I could get used to the nude cabana boy service, too." She closed her eyes and wriggled a little. "It feels good to be naked in the sun," she said. "I've never done this. I can't quite believe I'm doing it now."

"I've done it all my life," I said. "It never gets old." I looked at her pale body. "You're gonna need some sunscreen pretty soon, though."

I reached over to hold Mary Beth's hand and the three of us lay there, sipping our drinks and watching the little waterfall pour into the pool.

"I don't want to impose," Cara said.

"If I knew you better I'd say 'Shut up,'" I said. "But since we've just met I'll say that you're family, and you're welcome to stay as long as you want." I sighed. "But there are things you need to know."

"What things?"

"Well... what has Mary Beth told you?"

"That you were a cop," she said. "A detective, a good one. That she loves you, and that you're good to her and loyal to her."

I cringed a little at that, knowing that a discussion about Dawn and Jay was coming.

"And that somehow, you both came into a lot of money."

"Yes, some of which we're going to give to you," I said.

"No. I've already told Mary Beth that I'm not going to take her money. I'm not going to take yours, either."

"You kind of can't stop me," I said. "Like you said, I'm a detective. It won't take much effort to detect your routing number and account number and deposit a bunch of money into it."

"You wouldn't dare," she said.

"You obviously don't know me," I said. "I dare a lot of things." I sipped my drink. "Besides, and you have to believe me here, I can give you enough money for you to live on for the rest of your life and it won't even sting me, not even a little bit. I'm still amazed that that's true, but it is."

She stared at me.

"You're family," I said. "And you're down on your luck. Even if you were okay, I'd have eventually gotten around to making sure that you were well taken care of. That's what family is supposed to be."

She didn't say anything.

"And you can stay here with us for as long as you want, or as long as you can put up with me," I said.

"What do you mean, put up with you?"

I sighed and looked at Mary Beth. "How much does she know?" I said.

"Not much. Just that we're together."

I sighed again and then told Cara about how Mary Beth and I had met and had gotten to know each other. About how Dawn had come to live with me. About the morning that Mary Beth and I first had sex.

"Wait, I'm confused," Cara said. "Mary Beth was having sex with your niece?"

"That's right." 

"And you were there?"

"Yes."

I watched her make the connection. "You had sex with your niece."

"Have," I said. "I have sex with my niece. We're in love. And she lives here."

"Jesus Christ," she said. She looked at Mary Beth. "I thought he was in love with you, child."

"I am," I said. "Hopelessly."

Cara looked back at me. "This isn't how it's done," she said. "This isn't how it works."

"It works fine for us, Mom," Mary Beth said. "Remember, I'm a lesbian. I love Johnny and I love fucking him but aside from him I'm only attracted to women. And Dawn drives me crazy."

Cara was silent for a while. Then: "This is going to take some getting used to," she said.

A very naked Jay walked through the patio door and stopped, looking at Cara.

"There's actually more you need to know," Mary Beth said.

-----

A couple of hours after that, Cara was a little drunk and having a fine old time. I'd rubbed suntan lotion on her back and, at Mary Beth's urging, on her legs and her fine ass. Now she'd flipped over again and enough time had gone by for me to grab the bottle of lotion and hand it to Cara. She handed it right back. 

"Do me, cabana boy," she said. Her voice slurred just a little.

I looked at Mary Beth and she just shrugged. So I shrugged back and opened the bottle and started on Cara's legs. I didn't try to be careful so when I did the insides of her thighs my hands moved right up against her pussy and she gasped. I poured more lotion onto my hands and worked it into Cara's hips and mound, and she closed her eyes and moaned. Then onwards to her tummy, then all over her big breasts. Cara's eyes flew open when I gave her nipples a tweak before moving on to her shoulders and arms. By this time my cock was raging. She looked at it, then at Mary Beth.

"I've come a long way in a short time," she said. "This morning I would have said that I'd never even get naked in front of a strange man."

"Johnny isn't actually all that strange," Jay said.

"You know what I mean. Now I'm not just naked, the strange man has his hands all over me and I'm horny as hell."

"Do you want Johnny to make you cum, Mom?"

Cara looked at her and was silent for a long time. 

"Actually..."

"What, Mom?"

Cara took a big swig of mojito and put down the glass. "God help me, I'm naked and drunk and horny and I'm in an incest zone. I..."

"Just say it, Mom."

"I want you to make me cum, if you're willing to."

Mary Beth sat back in her chair. Her mouth formed a surprised "O".

"I want to know what your lesbian sex feels like. Can you do that, even though I'm your mom?"

"I will if you can't," Jay said.

Mary Beth thought a moment, then stood up and bent down and kissed her mother, a soft, passionate kiss. "My pleasure, Mom," she said, and caressed her mother's breast and took a nipple into her mouth. Then turned away and spat. "Eeww," she said. "Suntan lotion."




A New Dawn Ch. 06



"Wait," I said. I hopped up and went into the bathroom and wet a washcloth and went back out and carefully washed Cara's tits, belly, and mound. Then stood back. Mary Beth sucked her mom's nipple back into her mouth and Cara groaned.

"It's going to be fun having a houseguest," Jay said.

Mary Beth nursed at her mother's breasts for a time while Cara moaned and murmured, "I love you, baby." Then Mary Beth kissed her way down her mother's belly and Cara's breathing quickened and she spread her legs and moaned as Mary Beth licked her outer lips and then plunged her long, talented tongue into her mother's pussy. Cara's hands were tangled in Mary Beth's hair. My cock was raging. Cara's eyes flew open and she looked at me.

"I guess I'm not as conservative as I thought. I can't believe I'm doing this with my daughter," she said. "I can't believe I'm doing this while you watch. I can't... oh, my God," she said as Jay latched onto a nipple.

"Welcome to our home," I said. "No house rules, pretty much anything goes." Mary Beth's ass was up in the air as she sucked on her mother's clit and I was reminded of the first time I took her as she went down on Dawn. I stood behind her and lined my cock up and plunged into her and she lifted up and yelled just like she had when I'd first taken her a year ago, then went back down on her mother like the trooper she is. Cara watched me as I started fucking her daughter from behind.

"So strange," Cara said. "So strange. But so good." She pulled her daughter's head into her pussy. "I'm going to cum, baby."

I held Mary Beth's hips and pounded into her and in no time at all she began that keening wail that I loved and she lifted up off of her mother's pussy and began to make "Unh, unh, unh" noises and her body went rigid and her pussy clenched and she came, moaning softly. Her mother stroked her hair and looked into her daughter's face as Mary Beth moaned out her pleasure.

"Johnny, umm... your maids are here," Dawn said from the patio door. I looked up and saw her smirking at me while Christine and Melanie stood next to her, mouths open. I stopped thrusting into Mary Beth.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi there," Christine said. "We came over to do the house thing."

"I'm sorry about this," I said.

"No, it's alright. You said this would happen."

"Yeah, but I thought it would happen at my friend's house," I said.

"No matter, you warned us. We'll start cleaning, okay?"

"Okay."

"Mom," Melanie said. "Can I... umm... stay here for a few minutes?"

Christine looked at her daughter. "For a few minutes," she said. "I don't want to be doing all the work myself here."

"Okay."

Christine turned and walked away. Dawn said to Melanie, "Let's go outside. If you want to watch, you should be closer to the action." They walked through the door together and Dawn started stripping off her workout clothes.

Mary Beth stood up and turned around and kissed me deeply, then pushed me towards her mother. My cock was like an iron staff. Cara stared at it, then looked up at me. "Please?" she said.

"You bet," I said. I climbed onto the lounger and pushed her legs up over my shoulders and sank down into her and she grunted as I started thrusting.

"Mom, meet Dawn," Mary Beth said as Dawn sucked the nipple that Jay wasn't tonguing into her mouth, and Cara groaned.

"'Mom'? Oh my God," said Melanie.

Cara felt very good, very tight, as I sank my cock into her again and again. She grunted "Unh, unh, unh" each time I thrust into her, just like her daughter did. 

"I know I kept Mary Beth from making you cum," I said. "I'm going to remedy that right now." I reached down and started working her clit as I pounded into her, and she started thrashing around on the lounger.

"Oh God, oh God, oh... JOHNNY!"

When Mary Beth's mom came, she came hard. She sunk her nails into my ass and bucked up and down, making the lounger hop across the patio. Her face was scrunched up and she let out a strangled "Nhaaaahh!" yell.

"Fuck," Melanie said.

As Cara came down from her climax I gently pushed Jay and Mary Beth away and cupped Cara's tits in my hands and leaned down and kissed her. She kissed me back. I pushed back up.

"Welcome home, Cara," I said.

And she grabbed me and held me close and started crying again. 

-----

Jay and Dawn took Melanie inside to find her mother. Mary Beth and I held hands with her mother and she broke down and told us just how hard her life had become after losing her job. That was bad enough, but spending down her savings while she looked for work was worse. By the time she'd asked Mary Beth for help she'd been on the verge of being evicted from her apartment.

"This is stupid," I said, which earned me sharp looks from both women. "We have a magic wand, Cara. Please let us wave it for you and make all of your money problems go away."

Cara looked at me. "I'm just not wired that way. I was taught that one goes forth and makes their way in life and earns what they have."

"Were you by any chance also taught that if you could help someone in need, you should do so?"

"No fair," she said quietly.

"He's right, Mom," Mary Beth said. "But I know you so I'm not going to push you. Meanwhile, stay with us for as long as you like."

Cara squeezed Mary Beth's hand, then reached over and caressed my cheek.

"Thank you both," she said.

"It's a privilege to have you stay with us," I said, and stood up. I hadn't cum so my cock was still hard. Both women looked at it but I ignored that and reached for Cara's hand and pulled her up to a sitting position, then up onto her feet.

"Let us show you just what a privilege we think it is," I said. Over her shoulder I mouthed to Mary Beth, "Shower," and she nodded and stood up. We walked Cara upstairs and past Melanie, into the master bedroom past Christine, and then into the master bathroom. I fired up the huge shower and watched the digital temperature readout until it said, "Perfect," then hustled both of the beautiful naked ladies into the stall and under the multiple shower heads.

Cara arched her back and lifted her arms and twirled around and said, "Oh, Lord."

"Get used to it, Mom," Mary Beth said.

I soaped up a couple of loofas, handed one to Mary Beth, and we started scrubbing her mother from head to toe. I was tasked with Cara's back and I did a damned fine job of it. When I got to her ass I scrubbed her cheeks with the loofa and then went down the back of both legs. Then I got a little greedy. I dumped the loofa and put some body wash on my hand and slipped it into Cara's ass crack and started rubbing my middle finger across her little hole. 

"Unnnh... What are you doing, Johnny?" Cara said.

"Just washing you my lady," I said, and slid my middle finger deep into her ass.

"Oh, fuck," Cara sighed.

"What ARE you doing, Johnny?" Mary Beth said from the other side of Cara.

"Finger in ass," I said.

"Ah. Okay, tongue on clit," she said, and started in on her mom. It took maybe a whole thirty seconds before the Cara fireworks went off. She cried out and turned towards the wall and slapped both hands onto it and rode out the storm. Perfect position. I pulled my finger out of her ass lined up behind her and pushed myself fully into her pussy just as she was coming down from her high. Cara cried out as I grabbed her tits and slammed into her as fast and as hard as I could. 

"I'm going to cum," I said, and Cara moaned.

"I can still get pregnant," she said. Which meant that I couldn't cum in her. It was hard to do because she felt so good but I managed to pull out in time, only to have Mary Beth's talented mouth surround me and apply suction and motion as Cara watched. It only took about ten seconds until I was yelling out my orgasm as Mary Beth sucked it all down.

"That was fun to watch, but I'm not going to get grandchildren that way," Cara said, giving Mary Beth a case of the giggles and turning her usually sensitive post-orgasm mouth denouement into a full-on cock assault. I pulled my now hyper-sensitive erection away from her and slumped to the shower floor to recover.

**********

Later, the five of us were dressed and in the kitchen working on lunch. Well, I was working on lunch. Dawn, Mary Beth, Jay, and Cara were sitting at the booth watching as I seared Chilean sea bass in multiple pans. The porcini risotto was already done and sitting on the stove on 'low'. I pulled the arugula salad out of the fridge and tossed it with olive oil and aged balsamic. Dawn pulled out plates and set the table as Jay called the maids to lunch. The sea bass hit the table just as Jay, Melanie, and Christine came in. I went back for the risotto and salad, placed it on the table, and they all sat down. I walked around the table pouring a nice Petite Syrah.

"We're all red wine drinkers here and we aren't slaves to the 'white wine with fish' thing," I said. "If you guys can't stand the combination, I can probably dig up a Riesling..."

Melanie and Cara sipped the wine and nodded their approval. Christine was just staring at the food.

"We could smell it cooking," she said. "It was driving me crazy. I had no idea we'd get to eat it." She looked at me. "You made this?"

"It was fascinating to watch," Cara said. "I've never been around a man who could cook. He didn't use recipes. He just cooked, starting with fileting the fish."

"Johnny does most of the cooking around here," Dawn said. "He likes to cook. And we like to eat what he cooks. We wash the dishes. It's a good arrangement."

I held up my glass. "To new friends," I said. We all clinked glasses. Then we tucked into the lunch.

"Oh my God," Melanie said. "This is fucking awesome!"

"Language," Christine said.

"Sorry, Mom."

Christine took a bite of the sea bass and looked at me. "But she's right. It fucking is."

"Thanks," I said. It was pretty good. I'm a steak and potatoes guy at heart, but I was surrounded by ladies who loved fish and we had a Malibu connection that could deliver it fresh on demand. The sea bass was pretty good. And I had turned into a sucker for any kind of risotto. All in all it was a good compromise.

"Thank you for inviting us to eat with you," Christine said.

"Everyone has to eat," I said.

"Yeah," she said. "But usually not with 'the help'."

I reached across the table and took her hand. She stared at me.

"You're not 'the help'," I said. "You're people. And now you're our friends. You're maids because that's what you were doing when I met you. If you don't want to be doing that, we can talk about what you do want to be doing."

Christine looked down at the table. Still holding my hand.

"I'm 40," she said. "And my degree is in criminology. Fat lot of good it's going to do me now."

Dawn spit out her wine. Mary Beth and Jay started laughing. Christine looked as if she were ready to jump over the table to choke them.

"What?" she said.

Dawn recovered first. "Johnny is a cop," she said.

"Was a cop," I said.

"Oh, yeah," Dawn said. "Johnny is a rich fucker who now only reports to the chief of the LAPD."

"Language," Melanie said.

---

When Christine and Melanie finished cleaning the house we sat down and went over the contract that Thomas Barker's lawyer had quickly drawn up. It was short and straightforward: Christine would be working for me and in that capacity would also clean house for Thomas and for Richard and Cyndi Morrison, and would clean the offices of Rand and Associates at a location to be specified at a future time with a square footage not to exceed blah, blah, blah. In return she and her daughter would be paid $75,000 per year plus medical coverage and other benefits. The contract was year-to-year but was easy for either party to pull out of.

When we were done Christine picked up a pen and then put it back down again.

"Not enough money?" I said.

She shook her head. "It's not that. This is too good to be true. I'm trying to understand it all. Just this morning we were looking at a stranger's cock and wondering whether to call the police."

Melanie snickered.

"Now the stranger is offering us a ticket out of our shitty job. Doesn't seem real."

I pulled the year-in-advance check out of my shirt pocket and handed it to her. She stared at it for a moment, then looked back up at me.

"It's real," I said. "First year in advance so that you'll feel comfortable leaving your current job. But if you run off with it I'm coming over to your place to pee in your pool."

Christine smiled. "That would be fun to watch," she said. "Since we live in an apartment complex."

She put the check down and picked up the pen, then put it back down again. Melanie nudged her.

"Sign it, Mom!" she whispered. "Before it goes away."

"It's not going away," I said. "What's up, Christine?"

She didn't make eye contact as she said, "Will we have to... Are you going to want us to..."

Ah. "Clean house in the nude? Have wild sex with me? Swing from the trees?"

She nodded.

"No. You'll just have to let me feel you both up every other week. Over the bottoms but under the shirts."

They both gaped at me. I stared right back at them. Melanie caught on first.

"Very funny," she said. "It'd totally be worth it, though."

"I live with three women," I said. "Four now, actually. We're very hedonistic and there's a lot of nudity and a lot of sex and lately there are also visitors who come over and sometimes get naked and sometimes have sex. But it's all very consensual, and that's the way I like it. No rules, but also no pressure. I don't expect anything of you ladies other than a clean house, until you decide you don't want to do that anymore, in which case we can discuss what your options are. Meanwhile if you want to clean in the buff, or join us by the pool, you're free to do so. But if you want to stay clothed and hide your eyes, you're free to do that as well."

Melanie looked at me. "It might be fun to clean in the nude," she said. "Cooler, anyway."

Christine looked at her daughter, then picked up the pen and signed the contract.

"You are going to corrupt us both," she said. "I can see it coming."

"Only with your consent," I said.

---

Later, the girls got Cara settled into a guest bedroom while I showered and thought about how to make her feel okay about accepting some money. I decided not to push too hard for now because she would be well taken care of for as long as she stayed with us. 

Later that evening, Meyer and I met at the Pacific Dining Club to eat medium rare steak and drink Johnny Walker Blue and play catch up. In the days since the Morrison kidnapping our crime fighting activities had been limited to lazing in the Southern California sun, making love to our loved ones, eating too much good food and drinking too much good booze. Part of me enjoyed the lazing, but another part of me was missing the thrill of the chase and the fight.

We stayed for a couple of stories too many and maybe one too many shots of Scotch. On the way home I concentrated hard on the road and drove slowly enough to be safe but not so slow as to attract attention. It wouldn't do to get pulled over by a brother officer while in this condition. I wasn't drunk, but I wasn't entirely sober either.

I made it home only to find a car in my way in the driveway, a gray late model M5. Barker? I parked at the curb and made my way inside. Nobody downstairs. I went out on the patio: nobody in the pool or the jacuzzi. I went back inside and up the stairs.

Six beautiful naked women were waiting for me in the big bedroom. Dawn and Tina were on the loveseat playing with each other; Mary Beth, Jay, Juana, and Esmeralda were lying tummy down on the oversized bed. I didn't realize that my mouth was hanging open until Tina walked over and touched my chin to close it. She chuckled, grabbed my hands and put them onto her breasts, and kissed me.

It was a really, really good kiss. In spite of myself I squeezed her breasts a little and played with her nipples while she tried to get her tongue into my throat. I came to my senses and pushed her gently back and touched her cheek.

"I can't have sex with you, Tina," I said. 

"I know," she said. "I'm not here for that. I'm here to watch and help."

"Help? Help with what?"

Dawn giggled and walked over to me. She put my hands back on Tina's breasts and then leaned in to kiss me. I couldn't help it: I played with Tina's breasts again. Sorry, Thomas. She moaned and put her hand on the back of my head. If we weren't careful she'd be pulling me down to lick her nipples pretty soon. I pushed back a little again.

"It's Ass Night, Johnny," Dawn said.

"Ass Night?"

"Ass Night," she said.

"I'm a little drunk," I said. "I don't think I have 'Ass Night' on my calendar. Can you explain it to me?"

Dawn giggled again and Tina giggled with her. "We're a little drunk, too," Dawn said. She put on a formal expression and pulled herself up to her full, shoeless, naked height.

"Ass Night, the traditional taking of the proffered asses of all willing young lovelies. C'mon, Ass Night, dummy!"

I looked at the four women on the bed, face down, asses up. "Oh my God," I said. My cock started to rise to the occasion.

"Now you're getting it," Tina said.

It would be Esmeralda's first anal. And Mary Beth's. And Jay's. Juana I wasn't sure about.

"Are you guys all sure about this?" I said.

"We're sure," said Mary Beth. "Jay and I are sick and tired of watching Dawn have so much fun when you take her ass. Esmeralda wants you to be her first there, too."

"Juana?" I said.

She looked up at me. "Perhaps surprisingly, this will be my first time also," she said. "Esmeralda thought it would be appropriate if my first time was with you... as her true first time was. I agreed."

During all the discussion, Tina and Dawn were busily pulling off my clothes. I was soon as naked as the women were. Tina promptly dropped to her knees and sucked me into her mouth. 

"Tina, no..." I groaned.

She pulled off for a moment. "Not having sex with you," she said. "Just helping you get ready for Ass Night." She went back to work.

"But I'm already hard as granite," I said.

She pulled off me again long enough to say, "Shut up." Then she took all of me down into her throat. I moaned, and pushed back. She looked up at me.

"You keep that up any longer, there won't be any Ass Night," I said. She smiled at me and got to her feet.

"We can't have that," she said. She grabbed my cock and gave it a couple of pulls. "He's ready," she said. 

"We noticed," Mary Beth said. "C'mon, stud."

"Wait," I said. "If this is going to be enjoyable, you need to be... in the mood."

"In the mood?" Jay said.

"Umm... rev'd up," I said.

"We are," Esmeralda said, staring at my cock.

"Played with... licked," I said.

"We started without you, Johnny," Dawn said.

"Ahh... lube," I said.

"Done," Juana said.

"So I just..."

"Please start with Esmeralda," Juana said. "We have agreed that this is appropriate."

I stared at Esmeralda's tiny little ass, now squirming around on the bed. "Yes please, Johnny," she said. "Now."

Fuck. I looked at Dawn, Mary Beth, and Jay, and got back green lights. I gently laid myself down on top of Esmeralda and kissed her as I reached underneath her with both hands, one cupping a breast while the other cupped her mound and found her little button. She moaned into my mouth as I gently rubbed her clit. I moved the other hand from her breast to her little virgin hole. I pressed my thumb against it and she gasped as it entered her easily. They weren't lying; Esmeralda's ass was lubed up nicely. I moved my rock hard cock into position, then surprised her by slipping it deep into her pussy. She gasped again as I moved inside of her. She was very wet and very hot and very tight, and it felt wonderful. But after a just few strokes I pulled out and repositioned myself. She moaned in dismay, and I squeezed her little breasts and whispered into her ear.




A New Dawn Ch. 06



"If anything hurts, tell me and I'll stop," I said. "If anything feels uncomfortable in any way for you, tell me and I'll stop. If you just want me to stop for any reason, tell me and I'll stop."

She turned to face me as best she could. She was smiling. "Shut up," she said. "Shut up and fuck me."

So I did. I knew from experience that she got off on ass play so I had high hopes that this would be great for her. I reached down again and started rubbing her clit as I pressed the head of my cock against her tight little ring and pushed until the head popped through and she immediately came, yelling, thrashing around on the bed, bumping into Mary Beth.

"Goddamn," Mary Beth said.

I pushed again. She was slippery but her ass was still incredibly tight. Still playing with her clit, I slowly worked my way in until half my cock was buried in her and she came again, yelling.

Behind me, Tina said, "Wow, she really likes it up the ass."

"Yep," Dawn said. "You?"

"I have no idea," Tina said.

"Ass Night 2," Dawn said.

I pushed the rest of my cock into Esmeralda and she fucking came again, hard, screaming out my name. Next to me, Mary Beth was watching her with an expression that mixed lust with fear. I put my mouth next to Esmeralda's ear.

"Remember our first time, when I said it could be strong for you because another person was doing it or it could be strong for you because you like ass play?"

Her only answer was ragged breathing and a nod. Sweat was forming on her face.

"It's the ass," I said.

She made the effort to look up at me. "No, really? You think?" she said.

I laughed and started thrusting hard and after a while Esmeralda tensed and screamed out her pleasure again, yelling my name. Then she went limp. Juana was looking at her in amazement. I stopped moving and reached under her and cupped her breasts and pulled her into me and kissed her neck.

"Johnny," she gasped into the pillow. "Thank you."

"No, thank you," I said, and kissed her again. "It was my honor."

"You cum?" she said.

"No," I said.

"Sorry," she said. "But as far as Ass Night goes, it's a good thing. My mom is next."

"There's an order?"

She blushed under me. "I got to go first, everyone decided that. The others played rock, paper, scissors."

Tina came to us with soap and washcloths. I kissed Esmeralda's neck again and hugged her tightly, then slowly pulled away and flopped onto my back. Tina moved in and cleaned me carefully and lovingly. 

"You're good to go, Champ," she said.

"Oh my God," Juana said softly.

I looked at her voluptuous body, then at Dawn and Tina, then at the other lovely naked bodies on our oversized custom bed. I thought about how in the course of a year I had gone from living alone and having virtually no sex at all to being drained daily by my three lovelies, and then to also having access to some of Barker's women. Hell, I knew that I could have access to all of his women, but to do so I'd have to give up my exclusivity with Dawn. Which I wasn't prepared to do. At least not yet. And Thomas wasn't ready to give me Tina. 

"Juana?" I said.

"I am ready for you, Johnny" she said. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her hands were fists. 

"No you're not, my dear," I said.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. I bent down and kissed her. She put her arms around me and pulled me down onto her and kissed me back, passionately. 

"Johnny, I think... I think I could love you, if we had the opportunity," she whispered. "And I want to do this with you. I want to do this. But I am afraid."

As we kissed I lined up my cock and pushed it into her warm slick pussy. She groaned into my mouth and pushed up to meet my thrusts.

"Then we won't," I said. 

"So thick," she gasped. And as I slammed into her, she came hard. I was pretty good, I knew, but not that good. They really had primed each other.

When she could breathe again she said, "We will do this, please. I fanaticize about how it will feel. I want to know. And I want it to be you. Please."

I had a fantasy of my own. "Esmeralda?"

"Yes, Johnny."

"It might be easier for your mom if she were... being stimulated... when it happens for her."

Esmeralda stared at me for a moment, then smiled. She turned on the bed until her head was near her mother's mound. "Why not?" she said, and moved in and grabbed Juana's ass and began to lick her pussy.

"Wait... mija... no... oh... dios mio..." Juana's hands went to the back of Esmeralda's head, stroking her hair as her daughter licked her clit. I waited until I felt Juana start to come, and as she did I pushed myself into her ass in one full strong thrust and she screamed out her pleasure. Esmeralda continued eating her mother as I pushed repeatedly into Juana's ass until finally she screamed again and her body went rigid and she bucked a few times and then went totally limp.

"Uh-oh," Esmeralda said, pulling back from her mother. "She's passed out again."

I pulled out of Juana and turned her and checked her vitals, then held her to me. "She's fine," I said. I stroked her back and her ass and kissed her face and her neck until she came back to us.

She looked up at me and smiled. "Johnny," she said. 

"Hi there."

"That was fucking amazing."

"Mom!" Esmeralda said.

Juana turned to her. "Well, it fucking was. Am I not using this term correctly?"

Esmeralda started laughing. "Yes, you fucking are, Mom. I just haven't fucking heard you say it before."

Juana turned to me and hugged me. "Johnny, once again I have failed to give you pleasure. I am so sorry."

I pushed her back and kissed her and caressed her cheek until she opened her eyes and looked into mine.

"Juana. It's a gift every time I get to see your body. A greater gift when I can touch it. And you've given yourself to me and trusted me with you. And you've trusted me with your daughter. How much more pleasure do you think you need to give me?"

"I need you to cum inside me," she said.

"I need that, too," Esmeralda said.

"Jay, Dawn, and I are going to Sonoma this weekend for a girls' getaway," Mary Beth said. "I'd really appreciate it if you two would come over and fuck Johnny until he's limp and raw. Just to keep him on the straight and narrow."

"We will do this favor for you," Juana said.

Tina was cleaning me again. My cock was rock hard. "Fuck this," she said. "I need to fuck you. I need you."

I sat up and held Tina's face in my hands. "Do you love your brother?"

She stared at me. "Yes," she said.

"Then go home," I said. "It would kill him a little if you and I had sex. I know how he feels. You don't want to do that to him. We have a big liberal fuckfest lifestyle going here, but in the midst of it there is this reality: you can't be with me, and Dawn can't be with him. I won't apologize for it. It just is what it is."

She looked down and breathed deeply. "I know," she said. "I'll stay and just help."

"If you're done agonizing, there's somebody over here who needs to be buttfucked," Mary Beth said sweetly. But her voice was a little unsteady. I moved over next to her and just held her.

"I love you," I said as I gently rubbed her ass. "This has got to be something you want. Otherwise there's no point in doing it."

"I do want to," Mary Beth said. "I do. Mostly because I don't want stupid Dawn to have all the ass fun."

Stupid Dawn stuck her tongue out at Mary Beth, who stuck her longer tongue back out at Dawn. Dawn walked over to the bed, leaned down, and kissed Mary Beth passionately. As they kissed I slid the middle finger of my right hand deep into Mary Beth's asshole. We'd played like this before. Mary Beth groaned into Dawn's mouth. 

"You'll love it," Dawn said. "Or you won't. But at least you'll know."

I continued fingering Mary Beth's ass as I straddled her legs and positioned myself and sank my hard cock deep into her pussy and as usual she yelled a little at the intrusion. Something told me that she should be on the verge of orgasm before I took her ass, so as the other ladies watched us I started pounding her pussy hard while using my finger in the same rhythm in her slick ass. This was usually the easiest position in which to get Mary Beth off, pounding her from behind, probably because my cock rubbed hard against her g-spot this way. When she had been making her "I'm gonna cum" noises for a while I pulled out of her pussy and sank into her ass all in one go as I reached around her to rub her clit. I sank balls deep as she screamed out her orgasm. I grabbed her breasts and played with her nipples as I began to pound her ass in earnest.

"What do you think, sweetie?" Dawn said.

"Oh... my... God... so... full..."

"Do you like it?"

"It's weird, but... yeah!"

"You like that it's dirty?"

Mary Beth actually blushed as I pounder her. "Yes," she whispered. "And... there are more nerve endings there than I expected."

To my right, Jay was on her side watching my cock sink, reappear, sink, reappear. Her mouth was in a little "o" shape. I couldn't tell whether she was turned on or worried about being next.

Time for another Mary Beth orgasm, I thought. If I'd been in her pussy she probably would have come twice by now. My right hand left her breast and once again found her clitoris.

"Oh, shit," Mary Beth said. "Oh, shit, oh God..." 

The yelling wasn't quite a Dawn scream, but it was much louder than the usual Mary Beth wail. Her body was covered in a light sweat. I brought her down gently and stopped moving inside her. I kissed her back.

"Sweetie?" I said.

She just moaned into the pillow. I slowly pulled out of her and turned her onto her side and spooned her, gently rubbing her breasts and her belly and her legs. At this point I couldn't tell how she felt.

"Mary Beth?"

She spun around and kissed me. "We are so doing that again," she said. "We may never do it the other way again."

"Hey, let's not go crazy..."

"I have never cum that hard," Mary Beth said. "Or felt that weird and nasty and full and awesome and loved and played with."

"I know, right?" said Esmeralda.

"Told you," Dawn said.

Tina did the cleaning. Dawn brought us all water. Jay looked at me nervously.

"I'm a little scared," she said.

"Then we won't do it," I said. Jay is tiny, under five feet tall, and quite lean. All of her parts are correspondingly tiny. Her breasts are small handfuls that she used to be self-conscious about, but after almost a year together she understood that they, and the rest of her body, totally turned me on. Made me drool, actually. If she'd been taller she'd have been supermodel material. Her pussy was the tightest I'd ever been in; I had to work it slowly and push and push and push to get in every time we made love. Her asshole might simply be too small to accommodate sex. I said as much.

She reached down and stroked my hard cock. "I want to try, but you're so thick."

I thought about it. "Let's start by finding out if it even matters."

"What?"

"Let me demonstrate." I pushed her back over onto her tummy, then kissed all over her back, then licked and kissed my way down to her ass cheeks. This we had done before, and she moaned her appreciation. Then I did something that I don't think we had done before. Occasionally when I ate Jay's pussy, my long licks would include her anus. But this time I just spread her ass cheeks and dived in on her asshole and licked with abandon.

"Wha... Johnny..."

My left hand went under her to play with her breasts and my right hand found her bare mound. I pushed a finger into her pussy. Christ, even my finger was a tight fit in there. I did my best to push my tongue as far into her ass as I could. Now thumb in pussy and fingers on clit. Other hand rolling nipples. Tongue on asshole, moving fast.

"Johnny I'm gonna..." 

I pulled my hand off Jay's breast and pushed my middle finger all the way into her ass. She exploded off the bed.

"Houston, we have liftoff," Tina said.

I shoved my cock into Jay's tight pussy and continued ramming my finger into her ass as she bucked around all over the bed. I realized I had licked away most of the lube they'd placed before I'd arrived.

"More lube?" I said as Jay screamed out her pleasure.

Dawn ran to the bureau and came back with a little plastic squeeze bottle. I pressed it against Jay's asshole and squeezed half the bottle into her, then pulled out of her pussy and pressed against her anus and pushed, and pushed a little harder, and she screamed as I popped through her ring of muscle and started to sink into her depths. I kept up the action on her clit and her nipples.

Jay thrashed like a small animal who'd been impaled on a trap. "FUCK!! FUCK, STOP!!"

Horrified, I stopped moving.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry Jay." I started to pull out.

"Fucking STOP!!"

I fucking stopped.

"Just hold right there for a minute."

I held. I didn't move a muscle. I had hurt a woman I dearly loved. I was an asshole. I couldn't wait to pull out of her and apologize.

"Okay, push," she said. "Just a little."

What? "Are you sure?"

"Yes." She reached back and felt my cock, her fingers sliding over the part of it that was still not in her ass. Which was most of it.

"Oh, fuck," she said. "Johnny, if I can't get all of you in me, will you be angry?"

Oh my God. 

"Jay, I love you. Dearly. I love all the love we've ever made, in all the ways we've made it. If we stop this now, and never try this again, I will love you madly until the end of my days." I prepared to pull out of her and prove that none of this ass stuff mattered. She felt that and her hand whipped around and landed on my ass and held me down.

"Right answer," she said. "Push. Carefully. Slowly."

I pushed. Carefully and slowly. 

Tina and Dawn were on either side of Jay, murmuring encouragement. Mary Beth was rubbing Jay's back. I was concentrating on slowly sinking six inches of cock into my lover's ass.

"Stop," Jay said. I stopped.

"Back out a little."

I pulled back.

"In. Farther."

I did. I was holding her hips and resisting the urge to just sink my cock all the way into her. 

"Okay, pull back out a little and then push all the way in if you can. But please, be gentle."

"Always."

I pulled back and moved my hands onto her little breasts and lay down on her body and she gasped as I slowly pushed myself all the way into her. It felt as though I were buried in a warm, wet vise that had been crafted to fit my penis exactly - but somebody had screwed up and the vise was three sizes too small. Incredibly, it was even tighter than when I was buried deeply in her pussy - she was so tight around me that I felt I might cum if either of us moved at all.

"Baby Jay," I said.

"Johnny," she panted.

"How you doin'?"

She chuckled. "How YOU doin'?"

"I'm gonna cum pretty soon."

"Then cum."

"How does this feel for you?"

She was quiet for a while. Then: "Honestly? I don't think this is my cup of tea. But it's also not a problem for me. I can do this for you whenever you need me to."

Ah. I pulled back out of her slowly and carefully. Tina and Dawn were quick on scene for the soapy cleanup.

"You never 'have to do this for me' Jay. There's no 'have to' in love-making. I love you and want to do what makes you feel good. You make me feel wonderful when we make love. I don't need more than what we do."

She was silent for a while. "This isn't fair, but..."

"What?"

She looked at the other girls and blushed. "I, umm..."

"Just say it, baby."

"God... Okay. I loved it when you were licking me there."

"You mean when I was tonguing your asshole?"

"Really?" she said. "We have to get that specific?"

"Well, I have to be sure that I know what you want if we're going to do it again and again and again and again..."

Jay reached out and grabbed me and pulled me on top of her and I sank slowly into her tight little pussy and she grabbed my ass and pulled me deep.

"You are the sweetest man," she said as she humped up into me. "I am so, so lucky to have stumbled onto you."

"You're right about the lucky part. You're wrong about who was blessed by it."

She wrapped her arms and legs around me and held me tightly as I slammed hard into my tiny little lover. My body was dripping sweat onto her dark skin. I was hard enough to cut diamonds. My need was fierce.

Jay was staring up into my eyes. Even as her desire was building, she was urging me to complete mine. 

"Cum for me, Johnny. Cum in me. Please cum hard for me, lover."

And I did. Excruciatingly hard. The activities of the evening, the long slow buildups and come-downs had set me up for a lip-numbing orgasm. Jay held me tight as I yelled and unloaded into her.

"Yeah, baby," she whispered into my ear as I came. "I love you."

I pushed even deeper into Jay as I spurted into her core. "I love you. So much," I gasped.

I realized that Jay hadn't cum. As soon as I was able to move I pulled out of her and slid down her body until my tongue hovered over her pussy. 

"Johnny, you don't have to..."

I wasn't a fan of tasting my own semen but I was a serious fan of making Jay cum so yeah, I did have to. I focused on her clit and thankfully most of my stuff stayed inside her pussy. But I would have swallowed all of it if that's what I had to do to get her off. I reached up and rolled a nipple while I reached behind and played with her asshole and I licked her and licked her some more and she finally went nutzo again and yelled and tried to buck me off.

"Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!! Johnny, fuck, shit!!"

"Articulate," Mary Beth said.

"I understood every word," Tina said.

I lifted my head up a little. My face was dripping with Jay's juices, and maybe mine. I looked at Dawn, then at Mary Beth.

"Girls?" 

"Oh, shit no!" Jay said as she rolled into a fetal ball. Dawn and Mary Beth both giggled and dove onto Jay and stretched her out and opened her up and descended onto her pussy.

"NO!! I can't, I fucking... Oh, God, help me... AAAAAHHH!!" Jay went rigid and screamed and I was a little afraid that she would have a stroke.

But she didn't. 

Ass Night was officially over.

---

My internal alarm clock tried to wake me at 5:00 AM but I slapped the virtual snooze button and immediately fell back asleep.

"Johnny," Dawn whispered in my ear. "Johnny?"

"Power out again?"

"No. The chief is on the phone."

I dragged myself up and got my feet onto the floor and walked to the first available phone.

"Yes, sir."

"You don't work for me anymore, son. Call me Robert."

"No, sir."

He sighed. "I suppose you wouldn't be as effective as I need you to be if you weren't recalcitrant. Very well." There was a long pause.

"Sir?"

"I believe I'm at a point where I need the services of Rand & Associates, Johnny."

I looked at the clock - 6:14 AM. This couldn't be good: either something had just happened that was so extreme that he felt he had to call right away, or he'd been up all night waiting for a semi-decent hour to call.

"I've been up all night," he said. "Something bad is happening in my department."

"Tell me," I said.

He told me. Evidence had been disappearing, leading to the inability to prosecute perpetrators who had been caught dead to rights. Senior officers were botching cases by admitting that they hadn't Miranda'd their prisoners. Stakeouts were being blown for no identifiable reason. The litany went on.

"It's like my officers are being persuaded to fuck up cases," he said.

"Can you correlate to a particular perp, or syndicate, or..."

"No. It appears to be random."

"Do you think they're doing it for money?"

"I don't know, Johnny."

"Internal Affairs could probably find out."

"I don't trust IA right now," he said.

"Nobody trusts IA," I said. I thought for a moment. "How can we investigate the department? We're not on the inside anymore. We don't have access to anything. Something like this... we'd have to use friendships and contacts and maybe grind on some people who could be turned by senior cops... which we no longer are."