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Daughter of Frigg Ch. 01

By: Pinkender



Chapter 1

Unexpected Consequences 

I met my husband in Washington State July 1999; he was a very attractive young man. I say young now, but we were both young, him 23 and I was 18. He was taller than me but just under 6' while I am 5'6". He has strawberry blond hair and green eyes, and broad across the shoulders and knew how to dress. 

To describe myself, I have kinky curly brown hair I just cut into a boy short style having had butt-cheek length hair for years and tired of dealing with it. I have piercing blue eyes an elven face with a sharp jaw and turned up nose. I am a 34 B-cup, I used to be large C's when puberty first hit but my breasts shrank as I started lifting weights in high school. I have a 24" waist and 38" hips with what some call a bubble butt. My thighs are thick and strong each being 22". All of this though was hidden under a formless ankle length dress I had bought for myself on my mother and I's seasonal trip to central Washington. Still, it was I that Owen looked at and talked to and smiled at.

That's his name, Owen, and mine is Megan.

We dated long distance from August to December before he brought me up to visit his folks in Montana. It was beautiful, snow everywhere, rustic country living, we spent most of our time cuddling on the love seat by a wood burning stove. We made out in the office, but he was a gentleman and didn't even try to feel me up the whole time. I was sort of disappointed, but also proud of him for respecting me. I had never had a man do that for me, even those that should have - like family.

I stayed for a week then he took me home.

A week later I came home from work; I have no car so I walked ten miles to work and back, fumbling with the keys I let myself in.

"Hey Sis how was work," Ethan slurred drunkenly.

"Fine - what are you doing here," I asked, knowing he didn't have a key.

"Ah, mom let me in before she left for work," He answered.

"Ethan, are you drunk?" I ask seeing his sloppy clothes, sweaty body and glazed over eyes.

"No, high - yea, but not drunk," Ethan answered with a too high cackle for his 6'2", 210 lb. frame.

"Ethan, you know how mom feels about drugs. You know how I feel about it. You need to leave my house now," I commanded; I can feel the knot of confrontation in my belly, he knew better than to bring his shit into our home, Moms and mine. They, my brothers, had been on the streets since mom kicked them out for drinking and drugging. Mom may have let him hang out after she left but I knew it would be contingent on sobriety.

"Look Megan, I love ya but Mom let me in and said I could stay, so go to hell."

"I pay half the rent, this is my house too, and I told you to leave -- now," I said in my sternest voice, "or I am calling the police."

"Fuck you Megan! I got nowhere to go and you'd just kick me out because of a little Coke!" He screamed in my face before continuing, "Fuck you! You'll call the police! Fuck you! You know I am on probation, calling the police now would send me straight to county or state jail!"

Wiping spittle off my face I looked him straight in the eyes, "You should have thought of that before snorting Coke in the house. Leave -- now!" I yelled.

Moving over to pick up the phone I reached the receiver as he yanked the base out of the wall jack and threw it at me. It hit me in the side of the head sending me reeling and he was on me, throwing punches at my stomach and head. I brought my arms up to fend off the blows of his initial attack and when he slowed I lashed back with scratching and biting and even a few body blows before he tackled me and rained down more body blows onto me. 

When he tired, it was over and he got up crying in his rage and shame for just beating the crap out of his sister and ran out of the house. I lay there and cried. There wasn't a part of my upper body that didn't hurt.

Getting up I found the pieces of the phone and plugged it back in and called Mom. I told her I wanted to call the police on Ethan but she bullied me into not doing it. When she got home she yelled and ranted at me for confronting Ethan as if it were my fault. It was more than I could stand and I left to go to my best friend's house. It was two days before I had the courage to call Owen and tell him what had happened. 

The phone call didn't go quite the way I expected, his last words being, "I'll be there in 8 hours." The next morning we all woke up to see his car in the drive way. He had slept in his car rather than knock at 2 or 3 in the morning when he had arrived. I had never been so happy to see anyone in my life. He introduced his sister Samantha to everyone as I got my stuff together. By midmorning we were off on our way back to Montana.

We reached Spokane as a severe snow storm hit the July 4th Pass so we stopped and got a hotel for the night.

With Sam there as our chaperone I was forced to sleep with her in a double while Owen slept across from me all by himself. What he was doing, being my knight in shining armor, saving me, made me love him all the more, and I had an intense feeling to reward him. Looking at the ring he had given me a few months before in engagement - I felt I was going home. He was taking me home, I was his and he was mine. He has my heart why not my body too.

I waited until I could hear Sam snoring then I slipped out of bed, took my panties off, and got into bed with Owen. He slept nude so it wasn't hard to find his privates and rouse him from sleep as I played with his completely shaven dick and balls. Careful to not cause any noise I rubbed him stiff then straddled Owen guiding his hard prick to my wet pussy. In one fluid motion I sank balls deep onto his extremely engorged 8" cock with a red mushroom tip that looked to be twice as large in girth as the rest of his shaft as sat down on him pelvis to pelvis. 

With a quizzical look he whispered, "You're not a virgin?"

"No, I lost it in a bicycling accident as kid," I lied.

I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was raped repeatedly by my uncle starting with blowjobs at 9 and ended with his hot sweaty body smothering me as he forced his stinky sweaty dick in me from ages 11 to 12 while my brothers watched unable to do anything since he always had a 45 magnum with him. That was 6 years in the past and I will not let that bastard ruin the rest of my life, so I lie.

"Really, I have never heard of that happening before but I can understand how it could," Owen whispered naively believing my lie.

This was my night, this time I give myself to the one I love, the one who loves me.

As I started to move up and down on his very well endowed member, at least to my limited knowledge, I didn't have a measuring tape but his mushroom tip dick felt like it was close to 5 or 6" in circumference. The sensation was like that of tennis ball coursing up and down my wet whole on a 2 ½" tube to hit and kiss my cervix with each thrust. I could actually feel my vagina start the stretch and mold to his dick as he pushed past my cervix sometimes feeling as if he would push straight to my uterus.

Each thrust was lightning and fire to my womb as I felt my climax building. It didn't take long, hissing through my teeth on an intake of breathe and holding it as my face flushed, my eyes rolling back into my head and my vagina clamped down until I could barely move up his shaft, my head felt as if it would shower sparklers right out the top.

Looking down I saw that my climax had sent Owen into his and like me his whole body tensed as I felt him thrust deep his tennis ball sized tip hard against my cervix as he shot spurt after spurt straight through my widened cervix directly into my womb.

It was a good thing that I had just gotten over my period and was not ovulating yet, I think, or he would have impregnated that night.

Scared that Sam may wake up I got up off Owens throbbing shaft slipped my panties back on and got in my own bed.

Owen waited a few minutes then got up to go to the bathroom to clean up.

The next day it was warm enough to cross the passes and by the end of it I was back in Montana, this time to stay.

Making love to Owen lit a fire in us both we couldn't put out now that I had lit it, and found us with in the week sitting in Owens office. Kade, Owen's little brother and Sam, his little sister, sat at the computer watching a movie while I sat on Owen's lap with a blanket thrown over us. I decided to wear a denim miniskirt just for this occasion.

Leaning back I whispered into his ear, "I want to fuck your brains out," and lifted my dress subtly to bare my voluptuous bare round ass.

Owen watched his siblings as he quickly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped, and pulled out his long hard prick and sack of cream filled jewels.

As nonchalantly as I could I stood as if rearranging myself on Owen's lap and sat again this time on his 8" tall red mushroom with its 2 ½" stalk pushing that amazing red cap straight to my womb. Reaching down I grabbed his cream sack and squeezed his gems as I felt him unload his seed into my womb again.

Oh God if felt so good, but I had to be careful I was getting close to my ovulation, but God it felt so good to have his cream fountaining into my body.

We couldn't move much so I just squeezed his cream sack ringing out every bit of seed as his member twitched and pumped load after load into my womb. When I had wrung everything out I let him shrink out of me and clenched my muscles to hold all of his wonderful seed in. He put his prick away and I got up and left to go in the house.

We didn't have another chance until a few nights later when I went to his office; he was playing some game on his computer after work. I was wearing my denim miniskirt again so I let myself in and moving to him pushed his chair out sat on his lap facing him my legs spread apart forcing my skirt up showing bare shaven pussy as I kissed him full and hard on the mouth. When we pulled apart from our kiss he looked down and admired my wet vagina, he figured out what I wanted and pushed me back off of him so he could pull his breeding stick out. 

Instead of sitting on his lap this time however, I bent over the desk as he took me from behind guiding his large red mushroom cap to part my labia, rubbing his head over my clit before ramming it deep into my warm wet pussy as he grabbed my thighs and started sawing in and out of me. Each thrust hit my cervix until he straightened out my pussy so that my cervix kissed the mouth of his penis directly. I must have been a little shorter in the vagina than the length of his penis because each hit sent a jolt of pain and pleasure into my uterus as he forced the mound of my cervix to reverse.

With each hit I felt like he was ripping me apart until with his final thrust he exclaimed, "Oh shit! I just ripped your vagina open and I am stuck! I can't pull out!"

In the thralls of an over whelming orgasm I grabbed his balls and squeezed as I felt his manhood twitch as his orgasm rippled through his body as he pounded me with his huge mushroom head invading my cervix and pumping gushing hot cream directly into my womb.

I have never felt anything like this.

I felt like a cup under a faucet being filled to the brim. When we finally disconnected would my belly slosh with all the seed he is ejaculating into my uterus?

As we came down from our highs, we became more concerned with the predicament of Owen's penis head being lodged in my uterus and unable to withdraw. At the same time Owen's younger brother Ben pulled up from having borrowed Owen's car to go out and see his girlfriend.

"Oh crap," Owen cursed and looking around pulling his chair over and sitting down awkwardly as he pulled me with him, stuck with his prick in my uterus. In seconds it looked like we were sitting there, me on his lap as he played his game, as Ben came in. 

Tossing the keys on the table Ben expressed his appreciation, "Thanks for loaning me the car. What are you two up to?"

"I am just playing some Icewind Dale," Owen said as nonchalantly as he could.

"Megan you board yet?" Ben snickered.

"No, it's interesting, I just came out to hang and cuddle anyways," I said as convincingly as I could.

"Hmm, yes well yawl know better than to be alone, so Megan maybe you should go back over to the house," Ben intoned in a knowing younger brother way that said; he knew what was going on so 'Get!', so I don't have to say anything.

"Your right I will leave in a minute, let me just give Owen a kiss," I replied earnestly. 

Moving to kiss Owen I felt his shrunken head slip out of my uterus and could even feel my uterus close up locking his seed in my baby vault, oh god I hope I don't get pregnant. Kissing we quickly arranged ourselves as Ben moved to leave, when I stood up we looked like we really had just been sitting there playing games.

I moved past Ben my skirted thigh brushing Ben's pants; I could feel his hardened member stiffen against my pressure. I ignored it though moving past and leaving for the main house.

"You know better Owen..." I heard Ben chiding Owen as I walked out of earshot and went inside. I sat on the toilet for twenty minutes waiting for Owen's little swimmers to come out but they never did. I heard Owen come in and go to bed as I sat, before long I heard nothing but snoring. Giving up on extricating Owen's seed I wiped up my own juices and turned the light out in the bathroom before opening the door to sneak into Sam's room where they had me bunking until our wedding day. A hand wrap around my mouth and nose as another griped my head to keep me from pulling away.

"Stop, don't scream at all," Ben whispered sternly, "I am going to let go, and you are going to follow me back to the garage and we are going to have a talk."

'Shit,' I thought, 'What do I do?'

As if thinking my own thoughts Ben growled, "If you scream, yell out, or wake anyone, I will tell mom and dad what you and Owen have been up to, and both of your lives will be ruined. Come with me!"

I slumped defeated, and followed after him back to his room out in the garage next to the office. Images of my uncle played though my thoughts as I followed; of his stinky breath as he would breathe in my face and command me to undress with a gun pressed to my head. His course hands as he would fondle my shapeless body, the helplessness of being unable to stop him, his threats of not only killing me but my brothers first while I watched if I didn't cooperate completely. I felt the same feelings of helplessness again as Ben took me into his room and told me to sit on the bed.

"What do you want Ben," I asked sullenly.

"I want unfettered fucking access that is what I want," Ben stated plainly, "You can fuck my brother -- you can fuck me too."

"I am engaged to your brother not you dumbass," I retorted disgustedly.

"So -- you're not married yet, and even if you were what you have been doing would forever mare your marriage and relationship in the family should it come out."

"And this would be worse," I argued, "Why should I do this and make it worse?"

"It will make it worse if it ever comes out, so if I were you I would make sure it never comes out." My uncle's face flashed in my mind as I nodded my submission.

"Good then take your clothes off and climb in the bed!"

Obeying I took my shirt off then my miniskirt and started to climb into Ben's bed.

"Wait," Ben commanded, "Just stand there."

Standing there completely bare assed naked I waited as Ben circled me taking in every inch of my curvy body. When he made his circuit around me he reached out and ran his hands about my body from behind me. Starting at my shoulders, his hands roamed down my back to my vast bubble butt and grabbed a cheek in each hand and shook ruthlessly. Moving from my butt he followed the outside of my hips and thick muscular thighs to my knees before coming back up my inner thigh straight to my pussy. Shoving his thumb in my vagina he played with my labia and clit before standing and using his other hand to push me to bend over the bed.

Parting my ass cheeks with one hand, the other still grabbing my pussy, thumb in my vagina like a vise he pushed a thick stub of a dick in my vagina. For being taller than his brother and heavier built he hand nothing on Owen's length and girth as my ass shook with every thrust of his inadequate stub.

I buried my face all the same and cried as he humped my ass, but I wouldn't close my eyes because every time I closed them I saw my uncle.

Oddly it did take nearly twenty minutes of his sawing in and out of me before he pulled savagely on my pussy with his left hand and thrust balls deep to shower my vagina in his cream.

"Mmm, that was nice Megan," Ben verily purred as he released my vagina and pulled out, "Now, suck me off."

Standing up to turn and kneel down before him I finally got a good look at Ben's prick, it was weird how two brothers could be so different. Ben was obviously heavier built than Owen, but Ben had a beer pooch to his gut and as for the comparison of their male members; Ben was just down right shorted literally. His head was nothing special. His length was a good 5 maybe 6", adequate if I wasn't spoiled now by Owens 8" dick and massive mushroom head. His girth was about 2 ¼", a little smaller than Owens.

It stood straight out at me, and Ben wasn't moving, so I had to grab ahold of it with my right hand while I grabbed his jewels with my left. I was forced to do this for him, but I won't have the added insult of him saying I was a horrible lay of sucker, so like I do with everything in my life - I applied myself thoroughly to the task at hand. 

I started by sucking his ball sack cleaning his cum and my lubricants off as I tenderly sucked at his balls and chewed his sack careful to never actually chomp his balls, though he deserved it. 

He moaned in delight as I scraped my teeth along his scrotum to the back sides of his balls, a tender spot I learned a long time ago stimulates a man's balls to ejaculate without ever putting their dick in my mouth, and sure enough I felt them tug against my teeth as they began sending his second ejaculation up his shaft. 

Releasing his balls I got his cum and lubricant covered head in my mouth just as his creamy load shot to the back of my mouth, his 6" length was just fine for deep throating his entire dick so that I buried my nose in his blond pubic hair as the rest of his load of seed shot straight down my throat to my stomach. It made me nauseous but it wasn't an unfamiliar feeling, as I slowly began to suck and slurp cleaning all the sperm and lubricant off his dick as I withdrew.

"Wow that was just about the hottest blowjob I have ever received," Ben congratulated wondrously.

"Hmm," He said looking down at me, and then I realized he was looking past me between my legs, "Looks like you wasted all the cum I gave you at the start."

Looking down I saw a white pool on the concrete floor were his sperm had leaked out of my vagina.

"Bend down and lick it all up, and since I have cum twice in you and probably can't again for a while you can go, but I will call on your services again soon."

With that Ben pulled his pants up and got on his bed and watched as I repositioned and bent down to suck up in one long slurp all his sperm, and then licked the concrete for the lubricant residue.

Having been told I was done, I got up and started to dress, I got my shirt over my head and bent for my skirt.

"Wait," Ben said in a commanding tone.

Straightening up, I immediately saw that his dick was hard again. 

"Sorry for the inconvenience but watching you just turns me on," Ben complimented warmly, "What can I say, Owen just really knows how to pick'em. Please oblige me and come over here and ride me this time."

My modern day fairy tale ending to my crappy life so far was shattering before me.


Daughter of Frigg Ch. 01



'Fuck me,' I thought vehemently, the irony was, I was getting fucked literally.

Climbing on the bed I straddled Ben and grabbed his dick in my right hand as I supported myself with my left and guided him to the vaginal mouth of my pussy, and then sat straight down to his pelvis in one thrust and began to move my hips, my shaved pussy against his blond pubis, they tickled my clit sending lightening and fire to my womb, my toes and my face. Pussy nectar gushed down my vaginal walls, down his prick to my vulva and labia to coat his bush with my lubricant.

My rhythm quickened as my body began to climax, suddenly Ben grabbed my ass and began thrusting harder into me as my vaginal muscles clamped down on his member, then I felt it as he thrust in one last time as deep as he could and sprayed the mouth of my cervix with is seed for the second time tonight.

"If you don't want me to leak out all over you, we have to flip over and then you pull out," I said matter-of-factly.

"Okay, come here," Ben said as he pulled me down to him for an assailing kiss, his tongue pushing into my mouth inspecting my tongue and lips and cheeks, as he flipped us over , when he withdrew from the kiss as he withdrew his cock too.

"Since you can't seem to hold cum in and blow at the same time I will let you go but you have to keep my cum in you this time."

Taking what I could get, I jumped up and grabbed my skirt and left not even bothering to put it on. Closing the door to his room I nearly ran for the garage door, opening it I ran straight into Harold, Owen's father.

In a split second, Harold took in my half naked form and the fact that I was coming from Ben's room and asked the obvious question in an astonished voice, "Megan are you fucking Ben behind Owen's back?"

I shook my head in horror but no words would come out of my mouth.

Grabbing me by my upper shoulder he looked around before taking me down the face of the garage in the opposite direction of the house and around the corner.

"Tell me now," Harold growled menacingly, "Have you fucked Owen and Ben, for how long, and how many times?"

My brain was white with shame, fear and shock.

"Yes I have fucked them both, Owen three times, and Ben just now, but not by choice. Ben caught me and Owen earlier this evening and used the threat of the scandal to get me to fuck him. Please, don't tell Owen or anyone else - please," I cried and shook at my confession, and the ultimate failure the reasons I fucked Ben in the first place, now pointless by Harold's discovery.

"I had gotten up to check on you in Sam's room to make sure you and Owen were not fooling around," Harold whispered thoughtfully, "sort of a waist of effort now."

Harold rested his hands on my shoulders; they were warm and fatherly in the thirty degree weather and snow I stood in, as my lower body started to go numb with cold.

"Well Megan I can't overlook this," Harold stated harshly, as he stood there in his t-shirt and pajamas and slippers, "Let's go in and we will wake Owen and Suzanne up and tell them what's been going on."

"Wait please, please don't do this Owen is a good guy. I don't deserve him," I pleaded in a whisper, "but, I have never had a good man and I need one, I need him!"

Harold just looked at me, all of me.

"You fucked Owen, you fucked Ben," Harold pronounced his judgment; "if you want this hushed up you will fuck me too."

Tears streamed down my face as I looked into my soon to be fathers eyes and saw my uncles looking back at me, as I nodded and submitted.

Harold was as tall as Ben but thin like Owen, and as he pulled his penis out, endowed like Owen, but a bit larger in all respects, and actual thrill tickled my pussy lips in anticipation.

Harold pushed me against the wall and lifted my left leg to gain access to my pussy. With a savage thrust he pushed all the way in my already well lubricated vagina all the way to my cervix. His head really did feel like a tennis ball on a pipe. The 6" circumference of his mushroom cap head pushed right into my womb past my already loosened cervix. Unlike Owen though, the loosening allowed him to withdraw and thrust, sawing his shaft at a ponderous pace as he grabbed my bounteous buttocks in each hand thankfully warming them a little.

My body reacted to his generous ministering to my pussy like it had for Owen and Ben, flushing my face as my climax built curling my toes as I moaned despite the fact that I was being forced to have sex with these men, my body didn't know the difference. As my orgasm hit my eyes rolled back into my head and my vagina and cervix clamped down hard locking Harold's dick in my uterus. I felt his body stiffen and his penis twitch as his balls propelled vast amounts of sperm through his rod directly into my womb.

Coming down from the high of my climax I fell into Harold's chest and wept, I had wanted a father figure but now all I could think of was my uncle as he pulled out of me. I could feel my cervix close as he did locking in his, Owen's and probably Ben's sperm all in my vault.

If I got pregnant I wouldn't even know whose it was.

"We will never speak of tonight, hear," Harold commanded as he pushed himself away from me and left.

Trying to clean myself up from my crying, I walked back to the house naked from the waist down and got into bed with Sam.

A few weeks later my period didn't come and I wondered who's child I was carrying Owen's Ben's or their father Harold's. Thankfully the next week after my period did come, heavier than ever before and I have never been so thankful, though oddly I was still a little disappointed to have miscarried.

Scared of getting cornered by Ben or Harold I did my best to stick to Owen like his dick was stuck in my uterus again.

The weekend after my period, all the family left for town except for Owen and me. He was still asleep, so I snuck into his room, shed my pajama bottoms and t-shirt and slid under the covers with him buck naked.

He roused with the intrusion and didn't waste time when he saw me. He slept in the nude so he flipped over on top of me and kissed me thoroughly, no tongue, as he played his red mushroom tip at the mouth of my pussy lubricating my clit and labia as he hardened and swelled before pushing into me.

He hit my cervix with every thrust but this time he didn't get so carried away as to push into my uterus, as it turns out he comes rather quickly in the mornings and with a rather dull climax, but he did continue sawing my vagina until I climaxed as well. His hard on wouldn't go down even though he prematurely ejaculated, so he slipped back in and we started round two. Owen didn't peak, but he got me to orgasm so hard that I arched my back as I moaned and seized his dick so hard he could barely move in my sheath.

As my head cleared I looked out the window in time to see Ben walking over to the house from the garage, "Oh shit, Ben is coming!"

Owen rolled off as I streaked out of bed, grabbing my pajamas and headed to the bathroom right next to Owen's room at the end of the hallway.

"You up," I heard Ben ask Owen right outside the bathroom door.

"Yep," Owen replied.

"Where is Megan, dad said he was leaving me here to chaperone you two."

"Uh, in the bathroom I think, I just heard her go in a few minutes ago," Owen answered nonchalantly.

"Okay, I am going to get some coffee come on out and quit wasting the day in bed."

"Yea, yea, be there in a minute," Owen agreed.

Hearing Ben move to the kitchen I relaxed enough to become conscious of Owens seed starting to trickle in white streams down my thighs. Moving over to the toilet I sat and let his load drain out of me before wiping clean the lubricants and deciding to take a shower before I left the bathroom.

It was three weeks to our marriage date and we could never get a private moment again to consummate our love.

A week before the wedding Chris, Owen's best friend from Atlanta, came into town as Owen had asked him to be his best man. Owen and I took him to all the sights of the area to show him the wonders of Montana, he loved it, he loved me too as he could barely keep his eyes off me. Owen was oblivious that his friend looked at me like a prime cut of beef, thinking me delicious and wondering how I taste. 

They spent a lot of time together Owen mostly trying to be a good host, but Chris did convince Owen that he should go take a test to get an A+ Certificate showing how much knowledge Owen had about computers, that he would be able to find work in the computer field with that as his start.

So two days before the wedding Owen went to town to take the test. I was left at the house with the family and Ben and Chris who stayed out in the garage in Ben's room.

"Hey Megan, let's go hang out with Chris and Ben in the garage," Kade said exuberantly.

"No, I don't feel like it," I replied.

"Ahh, come on lets go see what they are doing," Kade whined pushily.

Not wanting to cause a fuss or draw attention by seeming offish I agreed reluctantly.

Dressed in a warm shirt and hoody and tight conforming jeans I walked over with Kade and Sam. As soon as I walked in I wanted to turn around and leave, instead I smiled and conversed with Chris and Kade and Ben and Sam. After a little while Sam left to go back over to the house and Kade lost interest and left too, leaving me with Chris and Ben.

"So how did Owen snag a woman like you," Chris asked, "and do you have a sister?"

"Uh with friendliness, he smells good, knows how to dress, and is honest and earnest," I said proudly, "and no I just have two brothers, well I do have a half-sister somewhere but she looks nothing like me."

"Ah, shame," Chris pouted, "Owen gets all the good ones."

Ben snorted at that drawing a dagger stare from me, "She's not good, far from it."

"What," Chris asked sharply, "Does Owen know?"

"Nope," Ben announced looking me up and down, "Come on Megan show him how naughty you are, but first lock the door."

"Don't do this Ben, Owen is your brother," I pleaded.

"I am not doing anything to him; I am doing this to you."

Tears of frustration welled up in my eyes as I locked the door and began to disrobe. When I stood before them completely naked they just ogled me as they had me turn so they could see every bit of me.

"Nice," Chris purred.

"Wanna fuck her," Ben asked.

"Hell yes!"

"Megan, get on the bed and spread your legs," Ben commanded.

Doing so, I situated myself as directed with my ass on the edge of the bed so they could stand and take turns at having sex with me.

Chris was first as he hurriedly pushed down his pants and then pushed a long cylindrical penis into me. He jack hammered my pelvis and vagina for five minutes before he exploded his cream into my vagina. Then Ben came up and took his turn. He road me slower and took ten minutes before he blew his load in me. They never let my legs hit the floor, as soon as Ben withdrew Chris came up to shove his 8" syringe into my shaft and this time he thrust balls deep hitting my cervix and stretching it open so that with each thrust all the ejaculate in my vagina began to stream down into my womb. 

Owen was gone for three hours and for four hours Ben and Chris took turns fucking me against my wishes. By the time they let me leave I felt like my uterus sloshed with all the semen in it and my vagina overflowed soaking my panties completely.

Owen confronted me on my way back to the house, "Where have you been, all this time."

"Talking with Chris and Ben, why, what's up," I asked innocently.

"That's some talking, I have been home for an hour, and Sam and Kade said you all went over there four hours ago."

"What are you implying; we were just talking about our childhoods and watching a movie. I'm sorry if you are suspicious, but that's all we were doing. I just noticed the time and came over to see if you were home," I responded defensively, "If you don't trust me let's call everything off and take me back to Oregon."

That is not what he wanted and I could see it, and I felt horrible keeping the truth, that his suspicions were true, from him. Relenting he nodded and escorted me into the house.

The marriage came and went, it was beautiful, and a few weeks later we left for Atlanta Georgia.

Our honeymoon was so close to my ovulation that we used condoms for the rest of the month of February. Despite that my period didn't come in the third week of the month as usual or the fourth week or first week of March. By the next month I knew before I ever bought a test I was pregnant.

I am so screwed. 

How do I explain to Owen it is not his child, it was Chris's his best friend or Ben's his brother.

I didn't say anything for three months as I was still not showing when I got a fierce pain in my abdomen and my period started during work. Rushing to the bathroom I cried in both relief and turmoil at my second miscarriage.



Daughter of Frigg Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Not his Baby

Married life was not what we expected. It wasn't like dating, we had to work, and work hard to keep up with our costs. To this end we were both working. I got a job the quickest at Toys-R-Us, while Owen scouted Computer Tech jobs with his new A+ Certificate.

It took about a month then he landed a nice job as a laptop technician and with the two incomes we started actually making tracks in our debts and monthly costs.

Looking for better work now, I managed to get a nice job as a mail delivery person at Xerox in the Hyatt office building.

Shortly after that Owen got an interview with the original company he had applied to back in Montana, they offered a little better pay, and they wanted him to learn all about networking. It seemed a good move; little did we know that it would be catastrophic since they had a terrible propensity to not pay their employees on time which would screw up our bill paying.

The stress of it all wore heavily on our new marriage, even though our sex life was excellent do to having nearly no furniture, no TV, and nearly no money to go out, there was nothing but time and a bed to spend it in. When we were not making love however, it seemed that we fought constantly and it is why I think I started to enjoy Jamal's attention at work as he would complement me and flirt and ask about my husband and our marriage.

Jamal was a very good looking black man, a dark earthy brown, with onyx eyes and beautiful white teeth, muscular and an ax handle across the shoulders. As we would talk and joke he would find excuses to touch my arms or hands, find close intersecting paths so that he could put his hands on my small waist or skim my hips and buttocks with his hands as we scooted past each other.

When Owen and I fought he became my confidant since I had not made any real girlfriends since moving. Our conversations got more personal and private, even as far as Jamal asking how our sex life was and what I liked having my sex partners do to me.

My mistake was telling Owen about it.

"You're kidding right," Owen exploded at me, after relating the funny activities of my day at work and recounted Jamal's interest in our sexual activities, "You do realize what he is trying to do, right?"

Scrunching my brows quizzically I replied, "No, what is he trying to do, or what you think he is trying to do?!"

"He is living vicariously through your description of our sex life to fantasize about screwing you," Owen explained his voice aggravated, oppressing and condescending, I felt.

"Well, I didn't get that idea or sense from him. He is just a friend," I argued back defensively.

"He is trying to seduce you, or get enough information to later," Owen growled.

"Well do you trust me? Have I ever given you a reason to not trust me," I yelled back, as images of Ben and Chris and Harold and of my Uncle flashed in my head condemning me of just how much he shouldn't trust me, still he didn't know that so he should trust me, "If you don't trust me then maybe I should leave or give you a reason to distrust me!"

I finished in a scream and walked out of our apartment slamming the door.

"Fine! Leave..." Owen screamed back through the door as I stomped down the stairs and made my way to the club house as my thoughts continued down the furious path of my threat of acting on his irrational distrust of me until I found a pay phone in the club house and dialed.

"Hello," Jamal's voice answered warmly, "this is Jamal."

"Hey Jamal, this is Megan," I began, "Owen and I just had a fight and I need a friend to talk to. Can we hang out for a while?"

"Sure where do you live and I will be right there," Jamal purred warmly.

I gave him my address and told him I was at the club house. It took him a half hour to come pick me up, in his Toyota Celica.

"Where do you wanna go Luv," Jamal asked warmly, "I know a great dance club, or we could go eat, or catch a movie, or just go sit somewhere."

"Let's go dance, I have not danced in so long," I answered enthusiastically.

Pulling out of the parking lot we headed for the club.

It took another half-hour to get to the Havana Club, when we got there I felt so under-dressed, or over dressed in my button up fitted blue blouse with white tank underneath it and skin tight denim jeans with knee high boots under my pants.

"Maybe we should just go catch a movie," I suggested.

"No... why," Jamal asked disappointed.

"I am not dressed for this club," I confessed.

"Shit girl you look as fine as any of them, better in fact," Jamal flirted

"No..." I started to protest.

"Look here," Jamal interrupted, "My sister uses my car and always leaves spare clothes in here, let's see what she left."

Turning he rummaged in a bag and pulled out a black micromesh miniskirt and black G-string panties.

Handing the panties back I said tersely, "I don't wear other women's panties."

There was no blouse so stepping out of the car I pulled my blue button up fitted blouse off and then my white tank leaving me in a cream Victoria Secret bra Owen had bought me, then put the blue blouse back on but left it unbuttoned down to below my bra showing my slight but firm cleavage. 

Sitting down in the car seat I pulled my boots off then took my jeans and panties off in one shimming plunge. Jamal soaked it up with a smile which in turn made me smile. My panties had been some comfy cotton thongs not exactly what you wanted seen through a shear black miniskirt.

Pulling the miniskirt up it didn't even cover the bottoms of my massive ass cheeks as I pulled it up to cover the top of my butt crack. It did however, come down just barely enough to cover my completely shaven pussy, not that it kept anyone from seeing it as the micromesh was stretched to the point of near complete transparency.

"Holy shit, you are so fucking hot Megan," Jamal drooled as he ogled me and obviously couldn't raise his eyes from my pussy.

"Easy tiger," I purred under the complement and unrestrained ogling, "keep the complements coming and you just might have a shot at it."

I winked and flirted as he got out and led me to the club, his hand wrapped around my back and on my voluptuous ass.

The beat of the music in the club immediately drove into my core and set my body on fire, dragging Jamal out to the dance floor I set to bopping to the beat twisting in Jamal's arms, turning my back to him and rubbing my tight rump against his crouch as he put his hands to my waist. 

We danced our way to a railing and I grabbing a hold of it and bent forward to straddled Jamal's right leg and bopped my ass clear out of my miniskirt as I ground my pussy on his thigh wiping my dripping pussy juices down his pants leg.

Working my pussy up and down his thigh I felt his manhood stiffen down his pants leg and jab my ass as I came up to his crouch, to tease as I ground my pussy back down his leg coming back up Jamal worked his right hand under my carriage and his middle finger up into my wet cunt sending a bolt of lightning straight into my womb and rolling my eyes back in my head in an immediate orgasm. 

I stayed there and danced on his finger and fucked for at least twenty minutes. As I danced I saw more and more guys and girls look up and watch me, some turned away embarrassed the others watched and that too added to the heat in my body escalating my climaxes to new heights.

Suddenly I felt Jamal's hand come out and he gripped me by my waist rather roughly, trying to straighten and tell him to get his hand back in my pussy, he pushed me back down then suddenly and a new finger pushed through my wet labia to plunge deep inside my vaginal canal. 

This was no finger though it was much too thick and way too long. Its girth was monstrous, at least four or five inches in circumference, at least twice that of Owen's. Its length, well, my vagina had shaped itself to Owen's well-endowed eight inches. Jamal filled every bit of that and pushed for more. 

Looking back as the pain of him hitting my cervix bit into my climax I saw that he still had a good two to four inches before he was balls deep into my pussy. With new determination I pushed savagely back into him as he thrust into me and felt a mind blowing bop as the feeling of my womb being ripped open as he pushed through my cervix and pushed four inches into my womb and I finally felt his massive balls rap methodically against my clit to send me into another colorful explosion in my mind.

The long rubbing on his thigh and sawing in and out of me, the popping my cervix to gain entree to my uterus was too much for Jamal and he instantly came showering my womb with warm seed for a full minute as I massaged his balls for every ounce.

Like Owen once before, he too couldn't withdraw so we danced with his dick stuck in my womb, his hard-on didn't go down for nearly three hours and every ten minutes or so he filled my womb some more with his semen and I climaxed every time, the boy was full of cum. How he did this I have no idea, he must of never had sex before or at least not in a long time. To ejaculate eighteen times into my hot fertile womb before we left the club, all I gotta say is, 'Hell yea I am keeping this guy's number.' 

As soon as Jamal could disengage from my pussy he pulled out and taking my hand led me out of the club, "God your a good fuck, come on I got a better place for us to continue!"

Trying to pull my skirt down with one hand I jogged behind Jamal as he lead me back out of the club and to his car. He turned the key back and set his radio to a station with an arousing beat. 

In a lustful daze, I grabbed his pants and unzipped them to release his shrunken member and began working it back to its glorious twelve inches before I shimmied in between him and the steering wheel down onto that humongous ebon rod. 

As his dark tip met my white pussy lips splitting them, I sank down still further, over his shaft stretching out the pink flesh of my vagina all the way to my womb as I tried to accommodate his length.

His black mushroom tip hit the mouth of my cervix and I stopped knowing I couldn't fit anymore of him in me unless; flexing my thighs and vaginal muscles as I withdrew back up his long rod three to four inches I slammed back down with all my weight and strength and screamed in pain and desire and his head forced open the gates of my uterus once again and my pelvis met his in an explosive climax.

"Oh, baby," I moaned, "It is so nice to feel you in me. Fuck me baby, fuck me hard."

"Fuck yea," Jamal answered revitalized.

Setting a rhythm that was nice a slow to accustom my cervix and uterus to the massive invasion I never went so high as to extract his head from my womb. Still, once the pain lessened my speed quickened to a frenzied, tooth jarring pace as I kissed and tongued his fleshy lips.

Pulling away he exclaimed, "Oh, fuck yea I am cumming again. Oh fuck I am creaming your womb again. Fuck girl you should have sperm all the way to your ovaries by now!"

"Good, fuck me good," I moaned as I bucked and romped his pole, "fuck me baby, and get me pregnant. Give me a fucking baby to take home to my fucking husband!"

I could feel it as Jamal, caught up in the throes of my carnal entreaty for him to impregnate me, prick stiffened and swelled to the point of feeling like a baseball bat smashing against the top of my uterus as he released torrents of sperm. I swear I think I could feel it shoot down my Fallopian tubes all the way to my ovaries, but I am sure it was just my imagination.

"Oh fuck yes," I wailed, "Fuck me more fuck me more!"

Jamal with exceptional strength lifted me and himself out of the car as I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold his cock in me. Closing the car door that had been open the whole time Jamal set me on the hood of his car, my bounteous ass half off the side, and putting my legs over his arms to rest in the crook of his arms as his large hands wrapped around my thighs as he spread me wide open as he set to plunging me with the enthusiasm of a piston rod in an engine block as he pulled me in against him to keep me from being pummeled across the hood.

He rammed my insides for fifteen minutes before I felt the familiar showers of cum hitting my uterine wall which immediately filled my head with sparks and lightening eliciting moans and grunts then brazen wails of licentious pleasure.

For the next hour we accumulated a group of men and women who would watch and masturbate or occasionally just start fucking each other as they watched Jamal fill me with one hot load after another.

He didn't cum as fast as in the club but after eighteen womb filling orgasms I couldn't fault him for being a little dry in the tank. His balls I'm sure were extremely busy trying to refill his amazing cream sack as we fucked, still he was creaming me about every fifteen to twenty minutes for a total of four more orgasms that sent me into a mind altering climaxes.

It was twelve o'clock when Jamal finally came to a heaving end, breathing hard and nearly collapsing on me.

"God you're a good fuck girl," He hissed for the second time tonight, "Let's get out of here."

As my head and vision cleared and I saw the crowd around us I agreed, but first I would give everyone another show.

"Yea I think you need to take me home," I answered.

"What! Fuck no, come home with me," Jamal objected.

"Not this time, Baby," I purred, "trust me we will do this again, I promise!"

As I walked around the car I pushed my miniskirt down and off and also took off my blouse, every guy there cat called or asked to fuck me as I opened the door to Jamal's car. Pulling out my jeans I pulled them and my panties on, they were all I had at the moment to help hold any cream that may want to come back out, I zipped and buttoned my pants and got in the car.

"This ain't fucking right," Jamal protested one last time, "Fuck your man, leave him and stay with me."

"Actually we both just fucked him good," I responded warmly and put my hand on his arm, "tell me what is hotter, having me, or fucking me and knowing your child is the one I carry over my own husband? Fucking another man's wife and impregnating her or fucking your own wife and impregnating her?"

"Hey lady I didn't say I would marry you," Jamal answered convinced of his superior roll in my life, "and yea fucking another man's wife and impregnating her is fucking hot!"

"Then I will call you again later," I proposed, "or better yet maybe we'll have a quicky tomorrow at lunch."

"Sounds good to me," Jamal agreed, as he started the car and drove me home.

It was one o'clock when I got home, Owen was in bed but not asleep, "Where the fuck have you been?"

"Out," I answered curtly, "Walking."

"Walking, where."

"To the fucking grocery store till it closed, God," I railed, "Fuck off and go to sleep!"

Undressing I hopped into the shower for a quick rinse and wash as I tried to wash out any cum in my vagina, not much came out, and then got into bed buck naked. During the night I got up a couple of times to clean my thighs up as a little of Jamal's ejaculate leaked out of me, nowhere enough for how much he came in me though, so most must be sealed in my womb.

Owen didn't speak to me again for two days.

The next day at lunch Jamal took me to his house for lunch, well it was his mother's house, then back to his room. It was a small room crammed full of guys stuff including posters of beautiful black Hispanic and white women all naked and advertising their assets. A tussled bed occupied one wall while a television was on the adjacent wall with a sound system underneath and a computer to the side. On the desk he also had a very nice video camcorder set up on a tripod and pointed at the bed.

"Nice room," I commented as I paced the room touching the TV, tracing a finger along its edge the fingering the video camera, "You going to film us, baby?"

"Do you want me to film us," Jamal asked seductively.

I shrugged uncertain I wanted evidence of my indiscretions, "I don't know, it could be hot, can we watch it later?"

"Anything you want baby, now let's get those clothes off you," Jamal said as he moved to unbutton my cream blouse.

I unbuttoned my pants and then his before I had to lift my arms up to shed my blouse. Stepping back he shed his shirt and pants and I took the opportunity to hook my pants and panties and pushed them down to my ankles then stepped out of them while still in my four inch high heels.

Standing there in my skin, Jamal played with the camera lining it up and turning it on and set to recording then moved to put on some music that had a pulse throbbing beat.

"Why don't you dance for the camera Megan," Jamal said off camera.

Liking the idea I closed my eyes and began to move my hips with the beat. This time in a tiny little black Victoria Secret bra I used my hands to cup my breasts then caress my belly and waist down my hips to my buttocks and thighs bopping my ass to the beat as I traced up my inner thighs to my bare pussy then back up to my belly and breasts.

"Damn you are a fine ass woman," Jamal complimented as he walked up behind me and put his hands on my hips pulling my ass to where I could feel his long hard penis in my cleavage. Flexing his rock hard muscle it throbbed and pushed at my ass cheeks.

"How do you wanna start baby," Jamal asked politely.

"Mmm," I moaned with my eyes closed and bent forward a little my voluptuous ass cheeks parting to reveal a cavernous valley that lead to my asshole before grinding my pussy on his black dick, "Impregnate me baby with your long hard fuck me stick."

Guiding me to the bed he had me get on all fours with my ass in the air and played his huge mushroom tip at my labia until my lubricants wet my lips and dripped to the bed then he pushed in slowly spreading my vagina around his girth.

Heat filled my pussy as he thrust in me all the way to my womb. I tried to relax and take his full length as he hit the barrier of my cervix and pushed on it sending pain and lightening through my womb to my head the mixture adding to the heat from his cock as it piston in and out of my vagina. With each thrust I could feel my cervix relax a little and dilate for Jamal. 

Though not all the way in Jamal started to smash into me faster as the throws of his first climax gripped him. His pushing was no longer soft and firm but ragged and insistent as his pace quickened my own climax.

My body always seems to want to orgasm with my lovers. 

Grabbing my hips for one last thrust Jamal pulled out leaving only his head in my vagina, and then thrust in mightily pulling my hips to his pelvis savagely as he hit and pushed through my cervix. Moaning loudly, a near shriek as the pain hit me much harder this time than ever before, my pussy finally took the last four inches of his massive cock as his pelvis collided with mine.

Reaching through my legs I grabbed his magnificent cream sack and squeezed his luscious jewels as I felt the first gushing spray of creamy seed into my inner sanctum, with each squeeze he filled me more, five large pumps then dribbles as I massaged him dry.

That was our first orgasm. Flipping on to my back we started again before he started to shrink and had three more earth shattering climaxes before we had to stop. As Jamal pulled out I felt my battered cervix close up sealing his near pint of cum in my womb. Surely after last night and today, what felt like a quart of cum later I should be pregnant. 

Getting my clothes back on, Jamal guided me back out to his car but having forgotten something went back in, I didn't sit there long before he came back out and we went back to work. 

The rest of the day was pretty laid back and Owen came by and picked me up from work around five-thirty, as I got in Owen was looking thoughtfully at a disc in his hand.




Daughter of Frigg Ch. 02



"What's that," I asked unconcerned.

"Ah, just a driver disc from work," Owen answered nonchalantly, then placed it in the driver door pocket and shifted our Subaru Impreza into gear and pulled away.

That night I picked a fight with Owen again and stomped out to call Jamal for a repeat at the Havana club.

The next day we went back to his room again for our second afternoon delight.

That evening, Owen spent a majority of the evening silent to the point I was just about ready to walk out and call Jamal when he finally came up to me as I was cooking a crappy out of the box cream pasta dinner for us.

"Megan, I'm sorry about the other night," Owen apologized, "I reacted poorly to your sharing your day with me, and I apologize. I still think this Jamal guy is infatuated with you and wants to bang your brains out, and I was concerned for what it meant that you would share details of our bedroom activities and your sexual proclivities."

Staring into the small pot of white cream pasta, I thought of all the cream that Jamal had just spent two days pumping into my womb, the volume was just about the same I figured.

Shame and pain pierced my heart to the core. Owen is a good man and I have never willingly cheated on him before this, I was forced by Ben, taken advantage of by Chris, and forced by Owen's father Harold, but this time it was all me. Afraid Owen would see my guild on my face; I kept my eyes on the pasta as tears trickled down my cheeks.

"You don't have a reason to apologize, you are right," I admitted, "Jamal does want to fuck my brains out. The more I think about it the more I see that. I am sorry that I questioned your trust and I thank you for your concern and loyalty."

"Honey," Owen said his voice full of emotion, "I do trust you, I always have until lately with you taking off all-night long. What am I to think?"

"I know baby, I am so sorry," I cried and turned and wrapped my arms around his slim waist and buried my head in his chest, "I don't deserve you. I am a terrible wife..."

"What," Owen mumbled into my hair, "How can you think that - I don't? You are a beautiful woman and a fine wife. I love you and always will!"

We stood there until the pasta was boiling as I shook like a leaf in his warm arms. He imagined me emotional over the fight, while my heart beat and broke me in thousand pieces as images of Jamal taking me dancing, at how I ground my pussy into him like a bitch in heat, of sliding his dick in me and fucking me as we danced for three hours locked in my womb. Images of our rampant sex outside the club, and finally of our afternoon delight today as he poured more sperm into my fertile vault.

"I feel ill," I said leaving Owen's arms and staggering to bed, as the images replayed over and over in my head to be added to by the images of Harold and Ben and Chris in Montana.

Owen asked if I wanted pasta a few minutes later and I declined.

I gave myself a few days of no sex despite Owen's advancements. Still when we did finally resume having sex he did mentions that I was really loose. We pondered that, even though I knew exactly why I was so loose. 

Two weeks passed and I started feeling sick every morning, hiding the fact that I missed my period from Owen I begged for us to start trying to have a baby. 

Over the next month I began to panic as he refused with logical arguments that we were not ready. I grew up with a stomach condition that if I ate oils and milk I would puke, this worked remarkably well as a reason to my inability to keep food down and my periodic puke fests during the night. 

My second month began and I wasn't showing and I hadn't gained any weight, as a matter of fact I had lost about fifteen pounds, I did however have a small round knot in my belly just below my naval, and I finally wore Owen down to agreeing to start trying to have a child together.

I covered up my morning sickness until a week out from when my monthly cycle should start and purchased a pregnancy test, then shared the happy news with Owen.

Though there is a slim chance the baby could be his, like one percent, I am pretty sure it isn't though I will never tell him that.

It turns out that Owen is as white by heritage as anyone can be. I will just have to make up a story about a black rape or affair in my family tree if this baby turns out to be black -- hopefully Owen will buy the lie.

I broke up with Jamal when Owen and I reconciled, but I told him that I was pregnant, and he was the father. He tried to convince me to leave Owen, it might have been easier that way, but I had decided to be the best wife I could be to Owen. My father had been an alcoholic and drug addict and peddler, and abuser and finally a cheat. I am not my father, I told myself. 

A few weeks later I quit my job.

As the months churned on I finally came to my last month of pregnancy, Owen thought I was just early, but I pleaded for him to send me to my mom for the delivery. He agreed, and so I flew out to Idaho for the birthing.

To my surprise, and thank God, I gave birth to a beautiful six pound baby girl, she was white with blue eyes and looked so much like my mother it was uncanny, it still not Owen's I know that for a fact.



Daughter of Frigg Ch. 03



Daughter of Frigg - Chapter 3

Loving Sisters 

After Megan got on the plane headed for Colorado, then Portland, before her final arrival at Boise, I turned and walked back down the terminal to my car and went back home. The last year here in Atlanta was harder than I had ever imagined.

I love Megan but if I hadn't gotten her pregnant I would probably be sending her home with divorce papers, well if in the last few months since she got pregnant, she hadn't improved her disposition - I would have. 

Since coming back to Atlanta, when we went out with Chris, there was a strange chemistry between Chris and Megan. We really didn't hang out enough for me to get a grasp on it and my queries of Megan never produced an answer. In the year I had left Atlanta, Chris had become something of a playboy as he introduced us to friends of his two or three at a time. Two of such friends were sisters, Michelle and Kathrin. To describe them is to describe the two most exotically beautiful black women I have ever seen. Truth be told, if I had known either or both of them before I moved to Montana, I never would have left Atlanta, and I definitely would have married one of them.

Michelle, to me, looked like an African queen, tall standing at nearly 5'10" with onyx eyes, long straight black hair that fell softly to the bottom of her buttocks cheeks, and black skin as dark and flawless as black porcelain, even her lips. Her chest was maybe 30" with small C-cup breasts and a 20" waist that flared out to wide 40" hips and bounteous apple bottom ghetto booty above glorious 20" thighs. She had an exotic hourglass figure were her shoulders were not even as wide as her hips.

Kathrin is a little shorter than her sister, standing a little taller than Megan at 5'8". Her skin was a wonderful color of mocha, her eyes where green and brown hazel, and lips as pink as pink roses. Kathrin's chest was a little larger than Michelle's around 32", not very perceivable unless you asked, but her breasts were whopping F-cups that spilled out of all her low cut tank-tops. Her waist was 20" like her sister that broadened out to 43" hips and a heart shaped ghetto booty above 22" inch thighs.

Through our fights and Megan's suspicious behavior, disappearing anytime we fought for most of the night to come home with lame excuses of where she had been; it had been hard to not flirt - to not consider cheating on Megan with these two extremely beautiful sisters. The fact that they had flirted and were interested in me made it all the harder. Over the year I tried to not think about it.

Pulling into my apartment parking space I opened the door to get out and go up to my apartment, a disk rasped as it moved in the car door when I opened it. Grabbing it I looked at it not remembering where I had gotten it. Curious I fingered it as I went up to our apartment, now my apartment, while Megan was gone. Walking over to my computer I thumbed it on and waited for it to start up.

Once the computer was purring I put the disk in and let it auto-run.

The Media Player started as I thought curiously, that it was a movie.

"Why don't you dance for the camera Megan," said a deep male voice off camera.

Megan closed her eyes and began to move her hips with the beat in a tiny little black Victoria Secret bra as she used her hands to cup her purt B-cup breasts then caress her flat belly and 24" waist, then her hips and buttocks and thighs while bopping her ass to the beat as she traced her hands up her inner thighs to her shaven pussy then back up to her belly and breast.

"Damn you are fine ass woman," Jamal complimented as he walked up behind Megan and put his hands on her hips pulling her ass to where his 12" horse dick could slip between Megan's ass cleavage. Flexing his rock hard muscle it throbbed and bobbed at her ass cheeks.

"How do you wanna start Baby," Jamal asked politely.

"Mmm," Megan moaned her eyes closed then bent forward her voluptuous ass cheeks parting to reveal her cavernous valley leading to her asshole before grinding her offered pussy on his black dick, "Impregnate me baby with your long hard fuck me stick."

Hitting the pause button I ran to the bathroom to puke then returned and continued.

Jamal guided Megan to the bed and had her get on all fours. Her ass in the air, Jamal played his huge mushroom tip at her labia until her lubricants dripped to the bed then he pushed his massive dick slowly into Megan's vagina.

She sighed as she tried to relax and take his full length as he thrust his cock like a piston in and out of her crevasse, each thrust pushing more of his length into her pussy. 

"Oh shit he's about to cum," I heard myself saying as I watched Jamal start to smash into Megan faster as the throws of his climax gripped him. His plunging became ragged and insistent as his pace accelerated. Megan began to wail loudly her back arching as she pushed back against Jamal with her thighs and arms. Jamal grabbed Megan's hips for one last thrust. Pulling out leaving only the head of his prick in her vagina, he then thrust mightily pulling her hips to his pelvis savagely as he pushed his full length into her. 

Screaming in pain and orgasm Megan reached through her thighs and grabbed his ebon balls and squeezed his jewels, a familiar practice I knew intimately as I watched him pump his semen into her womb as she massaged him dry and sighed contentedly for the camera.

I continued to watch the rest, as Jamal flipped Megan onto her back and started driving into her again to climax three more times into her treacherous pussy as she begged him to get her pregnant; to give her a baby to take back to her fucking husband.

When it was finished I sat and starred at the computer for an hour before I went into the bathroom to puke again then lay down on the bed to seek sleep from my tormented soul as the questions "Why?" "Why did she do this to me?" "Why did she betray me?" occupied my thoughts for the rest of the night.

Still in shock and depressed and really, really pissed off, the phone rang. Going to pick it up I answered it to find Chris wanting to know if Megan and I wanted to go hang out.

"Megan left to go see her mother in Idaho for the birth," I growled, "but I need to go out and have a drink."

"Cool," Chris responded, "I will come pick you up in an hour."

"Ok."

I waited the hour before Chris showed up; when he did he took us over to Michelle's and Kathrin's house to hang out. Beer and Margarita's as well as straight tequila, vodka, and rum were all provided for generous consumption. I am not a big drinker so it didn't take long for me spill my sob story to Michelle and Kathrin and Chris. 

The girls reacted by sandwiching me between them both as they caressed my head and thighs and shoulders in their regret over this terrible turn of events as I snaked my arms around both of their small waists and generous hips. In my tormented state it was really flattering to have two drop dead gorgeous women falling all over me.

"I'm sorry man," Chris apologized to me, "That really sucks. You know I kind of expected something like that would happen though."

"Really," I asked sharply, "How could you expect anything like that to happen."

"Because," Chris slurred, drunk off his ass, "Ben and I fucked her brains out two days before your wedding while you were off taking that A+ Certificate test. Dude she is a good lay. Man she lay there for four hours as we fucked her brains out, and moaned and cried for more the whole time."

I don't remember crossing the room, or the five or ten punches I put into Chris as he staggered back knocked out onto the floor. It took Michelle and Kathrin both to pull me off.

"Take that piece of shit and put him in his car," I heard Michelle command Kathrin as she hugged me tightly to herself and pushed me back to the couch and down into it as she filled my mouth with her wide bee stung lipped kiss and tongue that probed my mouth and played with my tongue. 

Pulling her closer I fiercely returned the offered kiss as my hands ranged up her back and down to her voluptuous booty. It didn't take long for things to go further as I struggled to pull her shirt off and take off her skin tight blue jeans.

"Wait a second honey, let's go to the bed," Michelle purred, as she got up off of me and pulled me to my feet, and then led me to her room.

Once in her room she guided me to the bed and pushed me down onto it.

Standing there before me she pulled her shirt and bra off, displaying beautiful ebon breasts, her skin as flawless and dark as black porcelain with areolas the same color so as to appear as if all she had was a small point for a nipples. Michelle hooked her pants and panties with her thumbs and pushing then down then stood before me allowing me to see that her belly was athletically fit but curvy before flowing down between her wide baby bearing hips to a completely shaved camel-toe pussy.

"Megan doesn't deserve you, Owen," Michelle said as she strutted toward me, pulling me back up and began taking my clothes off, "Her loss, and my gain if you will have me."

"Uh-uh girl, us," Kathrin said as she came into the room too, as her monologue continued she quickly undressed to catch up to her sister, pulling her shirt and bra overhead and off to release her grand teats to fall back down and rebound generously against her slim chest, "We talked about this, I was the first one to have a crush on him, so he should be mine, and if not just mine then at least ours cause I am not giving up claim to him."

Her skin was perfect mocha underneath her clothes just as what she usually showed outside them; the areolas of her melon sized breasts were lightly pink and mocha like her lips and pointed straight forward and slightly up. Her abs were well-toned and flat down to her naval where she had nice curvy roll to her lower belly like her sisters; also like her sister, her soft feminine belly lead to a perfectly shaved camel-toe pussy between her slightly touching inner thighs.

"My God you two are beautiful, Goddesses among women," I complemented in awe.

"Thank you," Kathrin purred.

"You poor thing," Michelle said sharply, as she started pawing at my pants rubbing her hands over my hardened manhood as it fought for release and ached for the cavernous wombs of both these beautiful women, "Let's get you undressed and release that monster in your pants."

Kathrin took my shirt while Michelle claimed my pants.

After a little discussion of what was impartial we decided to flip for it, tails would be eaten out by me while heads road my cock until the first orgasm, and then we would change with each orgasm.

"Tails," Kathrin called.

"Heads," Michelle returned as she grabbed my dick and scrotum and pumped my rod to keep me stiff.

Acting as referee I thumped the coin into the air and caught it slapping it on the back of my hand I slowly lifted my right hand to reveal the winner.

"Tails," I announced, and Kathrin squealed jumped at me pushing me back onto the bed smothering my face in her massive breasts as she jerked my dick to full engorgement as she kissed me, doing her best to strangle me with her tongue as I concentrated on the texture of her wide bee-stung lips. First, sucking on the bottom then the top then the bottom again, and then pulling her close I relished the feeling of her massive firm breasts pressed against my chest before I released her to pull back as I started to massage her breasts with her nipples between my knuckles tweaking them as I massaged.

Putting her right hand down on my chest Kathrin steadied herself as she grabbed my hard throbbing cock between her thighs, twitching with my pulse to rap at her pussy lips as she slowly guided my large nearly purple mushroom head and guided it to play at her labia. Dipping my head in her vaginal mouth she wet my head with her thick clear juices before pulling me out again to lick her lips all the way to her clitoris then back down to her vagina. 

Relaxing her thighs she lowered herself down until my head was just in her vaginal mouth then flexed her muscles, my head actually felt like a hook – I could push in but I could not retract past the mouth of her vagina. Relaxing her muscles again Kathrin sank down my shaft another inch before I felt a resistance that threatened to bend my shaft. Kathrin tensed a little and whimpered as she pulled back and then slid down my shaft again this time more determinedly. Letting gravity pull her down with her own weight, I hit the barrier again and flexed with all my power to stiffen my prick and felt the barrier give and tear.

Kathrin pulled air into her lunges through clenched teeth as her hymen tore and she took my full length and settled down onto my pelvis.

"Are you a virgin," I asked incredulous, not having ever taken a virgin before, not even Megan's.

"Yes," Kathrin confessed meekly, "Are you upset, I don't have experience."

"Hell no," I reassured, "I am honored that you would give it to me."

"I hope it is something you keep and continue using," Kathrin hinted not so subtly.

"Hey now," Michelle interrupted, "I am a virgin too, and you had better use mine as well."

"I would be honored," I answered, I hoped wisely.

"Good, now since Kathrin has your dick, I am taking your mouth," Michelle said determinedly, moving to the side of the bed climbing up and putting her hand on my chest as she moved her legs to the sides of my shoulders as her great 20" thighs straddled my head and settled her perfectly shaved pussy and ass onto my face.

Maneuvering my arms so that my shoulders were on her calves allowed me access to massage her ebon thighs, bounteous ghetto booty splitting that cavernous cleavage, and her dripping ebon pussy. Thumbing a drip of lubricant from my cheek I sucked it off my thumb tasting her. It tasted like salty tears, clear and good.

Kathrin feeling better after the initial pain of breaking her hymen began to rock her hips slowly up and down my shaft, not much – she was still sore and sensitive, so it was more of a grinding of her wet pussy lips on my bare shaved pelvis as she deep plunged my head straight to kiss her conical cervix. My head slipped past her cervix allowing it to rub on the top the head of my dick, it felt like an extra chamber, but it wasn't, it was still her vagina just at the up most reaches of it while her cervix poked out like a conical mountain pointing to her rectum. This was not an issue unless I actually hit her cervix, which felt like hitting my nose with a brick wall, when it caught my prick just right I felt as if the tip her mountain would force its way straight into the mouth of my urethra. I did my best with the stunning pain and tried to reposition my dick past her cervix again.

Meanwhile, I used my two index fingers to split Michelle's ebon lips to my amazement, as I stared in wonder, the ebony pigmentation stopped like a perfectly drawn line down her external labia to her internal vulva. She was not pink; at least not light pink, but rather darker reddish pink. A large clear tear drop of vaginal juice hung from her clit, so pulling Michelle back down so that her pussy rested lightly on my face I tongued her vulva from her clit to her vagina licking up all her juices lining her lips in one swipe. Thrusting my tongue into her vagina I heard Michelle moan lightly as I licked around her vaginal mouth trying to shed more of her lubricants from her walls to trickle down into my waiting mouth, and then I moved back to her clit. Once there I decided to dedicate some time to this most sensitive spot as I tongued it lightly then sucked on it while massaging it between my teeth with my lips as a barrier so that I applied firm pressure with no pain of biting, and then sucked on it as I used my tongue to lick up and down her vulva, over her urethra to her vagina then back up with fresh juices from Michelle's womb. I repeated this until Michelle's thighs shook with her climax in a high soul lifting wail escaping her lips as she reached a new awareness of her mind and body. Clear liquid started gushing from her womb at a torrential pace, the first squirts hit my eyes before I pulled her pussy savagely to my mouth and envelope her whole pussy in a long French kiss as I tried to drink all of Michelle's cum juices. Once she stopped shaking and her moaning turned to sighs, I tried to tickle her pussy again with my tongue. She was so sensitive though, she told me to stop, that she would wait her turn for my dick and got up off my face and lay beside us. 

"Fuck, Michelle did you just piss in Owen's mouth," Kathrin asked both awed and disgusted.

"I – I don't know," Michelle admitted, "I have never done that before, I climaxed then I felt like I couldn't hold my pee any longer as my climax built, when I did climax, I just had this humongous urge to let go."

"Well, I am not sure what you did either," I admitted, "But, it wasn't pee, it tasted like your lubricant juices, just tons of it. I tell you though, if I can make you cum that hard, I will drink that every time."

"Eww," Kathrin scoffed.

"Well, let's see if you change your tune when you cum," I declared with renewed determination.

Grabbing Kathrin's hips I began plunging her pussy in a crashing rhythm, after Michelle's climax I was dying to see Kathrin's, and have my own. It didn't take long for her vaginal juices to course down her walls along my dick to cover my pelvis and cream sack. As I watched my stiff rod plunge in and out of her warm wet pussy my climax overtook me as Kathrin flexed her thighs and buttocks and ran up my poll for a final thrust. Rushing back down my balls tightened and started to pump my first streams of seed as the pinnacle of her conical cervix hit my tip spread the lips of my head and pushed in and up my dick for a half inch or so as the spurts of my cream hit her cervix and stopped. My dick felt like it was about to explode as Kathrin settled down onto my pelvis pushing her cervix further into the head of my prick until my large mushroom encompassed her entire mound and I could swear I actually felt the peak of her mountain touching the stiff muscles of my rod. It felt like shoving a cork into my tip on ejaculation, I could feel all my semen backing up my shaft, down my urethra all the way to my prostate.

We remained like that for some time, Kathrin rolling her hips moving her cervix, shoved down the urethra of the head of my prick as she moaned her climax out. Slowly - oh so achingly slowly I felt my semen softened her cervix as it gave a little from the pressure of my cock pressing against her womb shrinking her mound a little and allowing my cum to trickle through and into her womb, or rather I felt the back pressure suddenly lessen as my cum started to jet out my dick – I think, with her cervix corking my dick I assume it all went in there. 

Coming down from her climax, Kathrin lay down on my chest her large breasts pressing into my body like soft pillows. Still inside her, my penis and her vagina joined together like key and lock, except it felt like one of those security locks with a key with a notched tip. The difference being, it was Kathrin's womb forcing its conical access down the throat of my swollen mushroom head. My eyes watered with the awkwardness, but I managed not to scream or squirm too much. 

Kissing me with her soft wet bee-stung lips, it did serve to take my mind off my nether region's discomfort, her tongue played and licked at mine as I ran my hands down the small of her back and over large mountains of beautiful soft buttocks cheeks.

"Ready for round two," Kathrin asked as she pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked me in the eyes, green-brown hazel into my green-grey hazel.

"Sure," I answered huskily, trying to mask my discomfiture.

"This time you're on top," Kathrin replied with a broad smile.




Daughter of Frigg Ch. 03



Flipping over, Kathrin with her legs wrapped around my waist holding me in her, Michelle now moved behind me on the bed, as I began to slowly withdraw my rod disengaging my tip from Kathrin's cervix, Michelle reached in behind me and grabbed my scrotum with her left hand as her right hand thumb pressed gently into my asshole and massaged my prostate, while the other four fingers massaged the muscles of my crotch behind my balls. 

The combination had my brain on fire as my eyes rolled into my head, despite my soreness I thrust with new vigor. In spite of my withdrawal to extricate Kathrin's cervix from my tip it was as if her vagina was now tightening so as to direct my dick to her womb with each thrust, every time I thrust into her now she in turn drove into me. Strangely as she lubricated us both the pain started to dissipate with the rhythm of our passion. 

Michelle never quickened her pace, but rather slow and steadily she rubbed my prostate and crotch and cream sack until I felt as if my penis had swollen to almost twice its normal girth. 

Kathrin was moaning loudly now and arching her back as she heaved to crash her shaved mocha pelvis against mine as her pussy leaked juices down my dick to my balls which Michelle then massaged into my skin. 

Wrapping my hands around her hips I grabbed a firm hold of her ass cheeks and lifted her hips a foot off the bed as I drove directly into her vagina, her cervix mound inserting perfectly with each thrust into my head as Michelle suddenly applied more pressure to my prostate, her fingers pressed firmly against the muscles of my crotch, and her other hand squeezed firmly my cream sack and jewels. In an explosion of sparks and spots, semen fountained from my dick and into Kathrin's womb for a second time.

Slowly Michelle pulled her thumb out of my ass and released my balls and went to the bathroom to wash her hands as I put Kathrin's hips back down to the bed and slowly and sorely pulled my battered pecker out of her cream filled pussy.

Looking down at my swollen prick, reddish purple veins popping out I gently inspected the lips of my tip expecting to see tearing but oddly, besides looking red and irritated and maybe a little larger than before, I looked fine.

Kathrin, satisfied, rolled to the side of the bed still within participation reach but out of the way so Michelle eager for her turn could climb in and situate herself underneath me.

The contrast of Michelle's ebon skin against my own again filled my head and heart with lust as I took a hold of my lubricant covered rod and played my crimson mushroom tip at her ebon pussy splitting the lips to reveal her crimson whole and thrust in to immediately hit her hymen and pushed roughly past taking her virginity. As I pushed my full eight inches into her pussy mixing my semen and Kathrin's juices with her own, I felt my balls lap lightly against her ebon cheeks.

Wrapping my arms around Michelle's thighs I pulled her legs up to rest on my shoulders as I dragged her to the side of the bed for her ass cheeks to hang half off as I stood. 

With the full weight of my body behind my thrusts I began exploring her cavernous vagina until I found what I was feeling for. Michelle was not like Megan or Kathrin, why I would assume that any woman would be the same I don't know, but while Megan was a little short in the vagina with a soft cervix allowing my head to push through to her womb, Kathrin's was nearly like hitting rock and conical so that it actually penetrated my urethra for near an inch of my head, Michelle's vagina was longer and ended with what felt like a donut shaped cervix. As I drove as deeply as I could my head would meet her cervix with each thrust and push into the donut hole but never all the way in.

For twenty minutes I sawed in and out of Michelle, my vanilla rod glistening with juices being consumed by her ebon and scarlet crevasse, confident that Michelle's womb was dilated open enough for my seed to pour into her vault I let her legs fall to the crook of my elbows and set to driving my piston into her hole with all my power.

"Ohhh, God fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Michelle began moaning as she worked her thighs and hips to meet each thrust.

"Oh, God you are so huge," Michelle continued, "Ohh, fuck me harder, harder - harder!"

Her thighs shook, her breasts bounced as I drove into her like a mad man.

"Oh God - I feel it again, I am going to cum, I am going to cum," Michelle shrieked as her pussy clamped down so hard it felt like she had me in a vise and gushing lubricant and water streamed from her womb and from her bladder to spray against my shaven pelvis and dribble down my balls where Kathrin was now drinking and licking and sucking at my cream sack.

It was too much for me and with a final thrust I lodged my head into her donut cervix as Kathrin finished drinking Michelle's juicy nectar and swallowed my balls. With both balls in her mouth she gently kneaded my sack with her teeth as she pulled slightly against my balls and tongued the tender backsides. I could actually feel my tendon's pull my balls back against her teeth as they swelled and gave up their cream as it fountained from my imbedded tip right into her womb.

As we ground to a halt I guided Michelle's legs around my waist then I had her put her arms around my chest, and lifted her up with me still buried in her womb to moved us up and onto the bed. Lying on top of her, her breasts pressing into my chest we kissed as I played with her hair and traced her jaw with a finger.

"That was refreshing," Michelle purred as her hands explored my back and caressed my ass.

"Mmm, yes it was," I agreed whole heartedly, "Just give me a minute and we will do it again."

"I can't wait," Michelle approved in a low huskily voice.

As we waited I rolled to Michelle's side facing her and Kathrin came up and snuggled up to my back.

After a few minutes I pulled out of Michelle's warm pussy and lay between the girls as Kathrin moved south to lick Michelle's juices from my lower abdomen and while Michelle sucked at my balls and they both shared in cleaning up my dick swallowing it whole as it went limp then sucking it back to its full eight inches again.

Walking into the bathroom and retrieving something, Michelle climbed up on top of me and purred seductively, "I wanna try something out on you I saw in a porn show once?"

Raising an eye brow I grinned, I love experimenting, and agreed with a smile.

"Sure I'm easy," I said.

With a devious smile Michelle pulled off a hair band and wrapped it around the base of my cock twice and it was tight then jerked my shaft, with every jerk blood flowed into my boner engorging it until the veins popped from my prick and it swelled two more inches in length and double its girth, and my mushroom head was ever more exaggeratedly huge. It took both Michelle's hands to encircle its circumference and she could stick her index finger between its lips and down its throat to my hard muscle. Bending down she stuck my head into her mouth and French kissed it, before moving up to straddle my hips her camel toe rubbing against my cock as it stood straight as a flag pole and split her ebon lips to reveal her wet scarlet clit and vulva as she moved her hips to guide my ash white spear to her dark chamber.

As my purple head kissed her lips and mouth she lowered herself onto my shaft as her vagina stretched around my girth. She felt so tight every ridge massaged at my rod and mostly my sensitive head. She was still two inches from her pelvis settling onto mine when I felt the familiar tightness of her donut shaped cervix. This time though engorged as I was, as she and I felt the resistance I grabbed her hips and thrust for all my worth and felt as her womb opened to me and my head passed through her cervix and into her uterus.

"Oh God," Michelle moaned, and that was all the warning I got as she began grinding my dick into her womb as hard as she could as her climax hit and her vagina clamped down on my base and her cervix clamped down so hard I thought she was going to crush me.

"Oh God," I moaned as I lost myself in my own orgasm. 

Wrapping my hands around her hips and thighs I stabbed deep, each thrust swallowed by her ebon slit, each push meant to go deeper into her fertile womb. My dick felt like it was three times its natural 8" now, Michelle's pussy felt like a too small glove around my rod as she reached back to squeeze my cream sack for its treasure. Gladly it gave up its fruitage as I felt six explosive shots blast from my prick like it had just exploded all the blood engorging its mass straight into her core. As Michelle came to a halt she just sat there as my throbbing member twitched with my pulse and continued to discharge its creamy semen in sporadic geysers. 

Putting my hand to her belly I imagined as she sat there where her womb was and if she would get pregnant.

Our escapade had been spur-of-the-moment and we had not discussed contraceptives.

Playing with her breasts with one hand as I kept my other on her belly I asked, "Would you mind getting pregnant by me?"

Looking down at me Michelle's eyes smiled and her wide bee-stung ebon mouth did as well, as she played with her long black hair trying in vain to keep it out of her face, and answered exactly what I wanted to hear, "I am hoping to get pregnant by you, Owen, and I hope this will not be the only one."

"Hear, hear," Kathrin added enthusiastically.

With Kathrin's firm and eager affirmation, I put my left palm on her belly as I left my right on Michelle's, "Here's hoping then."

We fell asleep with Kathrin on my left and Michelle on my right in Michelle's bed that night. The whole night Kathrin and Michelle each clasped a hand and held it to their bellies as if my touch would ensure their impregnation.

Either way it was nice to have two soft feminine bodies to fondle during the night.

The next morning all three of us squeezed into the shower together, and I got the blissful job of washing both their bodies.

Michelle had to go to work early as did I, so she took me home; with a deep kiss I opened the car door.

"Come home from work, and we will repeat last night," Michelle promised.

"I need to come back to my place and pack some things if I am to be at your house overnight, then I will come over," I responded by way of explaination.

"Ok, see you soon, Lover," Michelle purred as she twisted in her seat to look behind her to back out.

"See ya," I answered swiftly stealing one last sucking kiss on her bottom lip.

Going up to my apartment felt strange, even though it had been just a night it felt like a life that was not mine anymore. Getting dressed for work I called and informed them that I was going to be late, and then left.

The day went as usual – hell, at least until I went home and packed my things and left for Michelle's and Kathrin's. 

It was the honeymoon of our new growing relationship; as soon as I got home I was greeted by Kathrin. She must have been expecting me because she greeted me at the door with only a frilly pink cooking apron on. 

"Hello honey! How was your day?" Kathrin greeted me as she kissed me and took my bags turned and took them to her bedroom, showing off her tiny little waist that lead to her wonderfully sculpted heart shaped buttocks and taunt muscular thighs. Her hair fell in long curly waves of ebony, big and wild to her shoulder and then tapering like an arrow to the small of her back pointing the way to her glory.

Picking up the rest of my personal belongings I answered as I followed, "It is better now."

"Good, I figured you would need a pick me up when you got home," Came Kathrin's muffled response as she entered her room.

"Whose room are you putting me in?" I asked as I turned the corner into her room.

"Mine," Kathrin snapped smiling toothily and looking perfectly catty and she sauntered back to me still at the door to her room and took my hand and pulled me in.

Putting on a fake pout Kathrin whined, "Don't you like my outfit?"

"I love your outfit," I answered warmly my eyes fierce with my desire and my grin hungry.

"Are you sure," Kathrin purred and pulled the tie at her tiny twenty inch waist, "because I can take it off if you don't like it?"

"Okay, I hate it! Take it off now," I commanded.

Reaching up with her right hand behind her head, she pulled the tie and the apron fell to the floor. Locks of ebony waves fell down onto her forehead and cheeks and the front of her shoulders to caress the tops of her full taunt F-cup breasts that heaved with every deep breathe as she fought her nervousness.

Stepping up to her I put my hands on her shoulders and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"This is our first time - alone," She whispered, as she looked up into my eyes with her green-brown hazel ones, her lips parted looking innocent and vulnerable and I couldn't resist any longer, not that I was really trying to.

Tracing the outline of her shoulders I then lightly caressed her chest with the tips of my fingers down to her breasts and cupped her heaving melons in my palms as I licked tenderly at her mocha nipples. She moaned softly as I licked and sucked until her almost invisible nipples flushed pink and tightened. Squeezing and massaging I sucked her great melons as if an infant looking hungrily for food. 

Moaning louder she moved her own hands between her thighs to spread her labia to reveal her pink vulva and rubbed tenderly at her own clit flicking it periodically as I tried to harvest milk from her swollen mammary's. 

Holding her right breast in my mouth with my teeth between my lips I moved to wrap my arms around Kathrin's waist and picked her up, she wrapped her legs around my hips as I walked up to her bed. Crawling up onto the bed with her attached I stopped once her head was at her pillows then I buried my face in her soft pillows, sucking softly and massaging for her milky harvest. 

"Wait," Kathrin whispered in a sighed as she worked her own pussy with her hands.

Pulling back I asked concerned, "What's wrong?"

"Take off your clothes, and stick that cream stick in me now," Kathrin commanded breathily still working her clit.

Jumping up I took my clothes off and then went to my bag.

"What are you doing," Kathrin asked impatiently.

"Getting a condom," I answered.

"Fuck that, get that fine dick over here and fuck me now," Kathrin commanded in a 'get with it' voice.

Looking at the bag for a second I stood and shrugged, "Okay, I was just concerned about getting you pregnant so soon."

"After last night, I bet it's a moot point," Kathrin assured, "besides as I told you before, I want your baby."

Turning I trod over to the bed now bare ass naked and climbed between her massive thighs stopping first to kiss her pussy and to dig my tongue into her vagina then lick up to her clit and lick and suck on it.

"OOOhhh, Oh yea," Kathrin moaned throatily arching her back and grinding her pussy into my face firmly saying don't stop.

Alternately licking down to Kathrin's vaginal mouth and diving my tongue in as far as her soft sponge would let me, I then licked up to suck on her clit while tonguing her urethra and back down again and back up. Kathrin's moans grew to wails as she ground her pussy against my mouth until sudden cries rang out and she squeezed my head between her brawny thighs and pulled my face in to hold fast into her pussy as a gushing fountain of clear pussy juice from her vagina and bladder sprayed into my mouth and I was force to drink and swallow or drown. 

She tasted sweet and salty like tears. She climaxed for a full minute or so, as I slurped and sucked at her clit and urethra and vagina receiving her nectar like water from a canteen in the desert sun. When she finally descended from her climax she loosened her thighs and freed my head so that I could breathe as I took a final flick at her clit.

"Ohhh, that tickles painfully, it so sensitive," Kathrin exclaimed.

Licking up her pussy through her shaved camel-toe to her naval, and then up to her breasts I climbed atop her and guided my now insatiable throbbing cock to her dripping wet pussy lips. I played my red mushroom tip head at her vaginal mouth lubricating my rod as I pushed my tip in and watched as Kathrin's vagina spread and slowly consumed my equipement an inch at a time until all eight inches were in, and my balls rested against her ass cheeks.

"Ohh, pound me baby," Kathrin moaned as I bottomed out with her cervix pinnacle piercing my dick lips and running up my head for it length to kiss muscle to muscle.

Clamping down on my rod her cervix guided my dick to her penetrating womb gates as I began to thrust insistently at her pussy as I lifted her thighs up to set her legs against my chest lifting her hips up as I bent her double to thrust for maximum penetration. 

Battering tenaciously at her gates as my testicles rapped methodically against her bounteous rippling booty with the impact of our union, my seed having replenished during the day it didn't take long for my climax to overtake me, as I pushed my dick to its max depth and felt the sensation of my jetting sperm spout into her penetrating cervix mound and into her fertile womb. Kathrin ground and arched her back in a soul penetrating scream that only ended with the last of her breath, and left her heaving her engorged breasts in a great sigh of deep satisfaction.

Releasing her legs I set her hips back down to the bed and spread her thighs so that I could lay on top of Kathrin while still inside her.

Looking up through her ebon locks she fix me with a satisfied wide mouth bee-stung grin with half shut slanted bedroom eyes and purred, "Oh Baby that was fantastic."

"Thank you." I said and kissed lightly at her lips as I stroked her face with my hand.

"I love you," Kathrin mumbled warmly, "This is so nice. I wanna do this forever!"

"I love you too," I whispered back as I sucked at her jaw just below her ear, and since my rod would not settle down I began to slowly saw in and out of her pussy once more.

Noticing the agreeable action to her warm wet whole, Kathrin purred, "Mmm, ready for round two already. You really are going to try to impregnate me aren't you?"

"Only at your behest," I answered smartly as I picked up my pace just a little.

"Mmm, well, you better do a damn fine job of it then," Kathrin ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am," I agreed and set to my task with the focus of sniper sighting in his prey for the shot.

Perspiration soaked an hour later, Kathrin and I moaned our last of five orgasms as we clung to each other in our spent passion and fell asleep still connected by my dick in her pussy.

Michelle woke me and hour later with a caress on my shoulder with her hand that traced down my side to my buttocks.

Intertwined with Kathrin, her right thigh between mine as my left thigh was between hers, both of us laying on our side's arms around each other's waists, our heads together as we slept the sleep of lovers. I looked up though blurry eyes and smiled at Michelle's smiling and lust filled gaze.

"Hey," I whispered, "How was work?"

"It was work; the day will get better now though. You know she really loves you," Michelle admitted then added, "I do too, as much as she, but she loved you from the start. Neither she nor I would have acted on it since your married, but it didn't stop us from falling in love with you. Now that you and Megan are getting divorced; well I want you all to myself of course, but it would break Kathrin's heart so I guess I can share you with her."

"I understand," I whispered back, taking her hand and squeezing it, "This is all so new to me, but I think I am falling in love with you both as well. I have certainly found you both attractive all this time, and I don't think I could choose between you two anyway."




Daughter of Frigg Ch. 03



"Good," Michelle purred, "Now come fuck my brains out."

Disengaging from Kathrin she whimpered as I pulled away. 

Vaginal juices and semen covered me, my dick, and most of Kathrin's inner thighs, so as I got up I excused myself, "Give me a few minutes to shower and clean up."

"I will take one with you," Michelle responded.

"Ok."

I walked directly into the bathroom and turned on the shower, as I waited for the water to warm Michelle joined me. She was beautiful with her long straight ebon hair falling down her chest over her smaller C-cup breasts and belly all the way down to her shaved pussy. She looked like a perfect porcelain doll; her skin was flawless from her crown to her toes.

Walking up to me she was nearly as tall as I was; she wrapped her arms around me and I wrapped mine around her small waist and rested my hands atop her large apple shaped bubble butt. I only rested my hands for a little while before I began to caress her bottom lightly down the rounded cleft of her cleavage to the bottoms of her cheeks out to her hips and back up and around.

Feeling steam start to build in the room Michelle pulled away and stepped into the shower, with me right behind her. In thirty minutes I washed Michelle's body, played with her pussy and breasts, and then she washed mine making sure to wash up my cum fill sack of jewels and my dick as she jerked it to hard wood. We didn't want to have sex in the shower and that was where we were headed fast, so we got out, toweled off and moved to her bed.

"I want to ride you, but first I wanna 69," Michelle suggested seductively, motioning for me to get in bed and get comfortable before she climbed on top of me situating her ass and pussy directly over my face as she bent over and started to lick my mushroom head then my shaft and finally my balls.

She sucked each of my balls into her mouth and massaged them with her tongue, before sucking both testacies in at the same time to suck and gently pull and kneaded them as she messaged my rod with her hand and thumbed the lips of my head open.

Using four fingers of my hands I parted her great chasm between her black mountainous buttocks and used my thumbs to spread her labia revealing her scarlet interior lubricant glistened on her lips like nectar. Breathing against her sensitive skin her produce increased until I could see it trickle from her inner storehouse run along the valley of her vulva and puddle at her clitoris until gravity pulled its weight down to a single drop of clear liquor.

Watching it get heavy I lifted my head to suckle at her syrup; indeed she tasted and smelled like honey and herbs with a little salt aftertaste. Catching the long heavy dribble on my tongue I moved up to suck tenderly at her clit, flicking it with my tongue as I licked up her vulva over her urethra and down into her spring of fertile fluids. Setting a rhythm of chasing her juices to her clit and licking back up to her vagina I would lose myself hunting for her head-well with my tongue licking the nectar from her walls as I strained to reach her womb.

As I plunged her pussy with my tongue, Michelle switched to sucking at my head while massaging my cream sack with her right hand, as she used her left to pull the lips of my Mushroom tip open so that she could lick her tongue down my now widened throat, from Kathrin's cervix penetration of my dick head, for my own nectar. Scrapping her white teeth over my red blood engorged mushroom head swollen to a near 5" circumference around the corona, hooking her teeth as she used her tongue to tickle down the urethra and under my head. She did this for a few minutes before she plunged my dick deeper into her mouth and down her throat and she took my full length the scraped her teeth back up my shaft to catch on my corona and back down again.

Feeling heady and about to cum I pulled out of Michelle's pussy enough to declare, "Oh god, you are about to make me cum in your mouth. Do you want that or change up?"

Her answer was to plunge back down my dick and fondle my balls making a ring with her index and thumb around my scrotum sack massaged my semen swollen testis and epididymis for their produce and squeezed to feel the passage of my fluids through my vas-deferens. Michelle bit down harder on my dick, as I exploded my white seed into her throat, and withdrew slowly so that some of my cream shot into her mouth as she reached the corona of my head and sucked hard on my dick like it was a straw she wish to suck every last drop of nectar from. Squeezing almost uncomfortably firmly she stimulated one massive squirt of ejaculate after another for what felt like a full minute out of my balls.

When she was satisfied she had drunk it all she swallowed her last mouthful and purred, "Mmm, salty sweet!"

Pulling a string out she had hidden away she tied it about the base of my shrinking equipment and tied it tight, an then used the extra to tie a very tight noose about my scrotum, then pumped my dick back to full rigidity and swelling to an engorged 10" while my head felt like it would explode as it swelled to a 7" girth.

"There we go," Michelle purred as she flipped around on me and guided my oversized and still expanding rod into her wet vaginal lips. As I slipped in, Michelle sank down my length. I was so large that I could feel her course sponge against the top of my head and every ridge of her vaginal walls as my corona scraped against her G-spot and she ground her pubic bone against mine as my blood engorged head lips hit her cervix. I could feel as Michelle's womb softened and open as she rose off my pelvis up my shaft and then slammed down sheathing my rod furiously over and over in our lust, my head hitting her womb with every impaling.

"Oh – MY – GOD," Michelle wailed in between grunts, "You – are – so – fucking – huge!"

"Ugh, you are so fucking tight," I replied, as she continued smashing her pussy down my rod to my pelvis.

"Oh - I - can – feel – you – going – deeper," Michelle moaned, "God – it – feels – like – you – are - shoving – my – uterus – up – into – my – lungs! My – whole – body – feels – on – fire! Fuck - me – harder! Fuck – me – deeper!"

With a mighty upward thrust to meet her clit grinding smash I felt my head push hard against Michelle's donut hole, it had widened greatly since we started, and I could feel my head force it mass past to hook in at the corona of my head as her cervix suddenly clamped down crushingly tight locking me in her womb.

"Ahhhhh," Michelle wailed as she peaked and the rest of her vagina clamped down on my rod, her eyes rolled back into her head, her head tilted back, her back arch with her hands on her heals for support as her climax sent me into mine as my balls tightened and sent gushing torrents of molten lava through from my swollen balls to my prostate and down my shaft to explode from my enlarged purple with blood head into her penetrated womb.

"Ahhhhhhh," Michelle wailed again as my semen hit her inner uterine walls like fire in her body and filled her to her ovaries. Her body began to shake with her second climax and she grunted and moaned and finally feinted falling forward onto my chest breathing heavily.

My balls and dick ached something bad and the string that Michelle had tied about them, though pleasurable at the time felt like it was cutting my stuff off now. Still, I tenderly caressed Michelle's back from the large mountains of her apple bottom ghetto booty to the small of her back to her shoulder blades. Trying to shift my pelvis to pull out resulted in Michelle moaning and me not being able to dislodge my penis from her womb until my erection went down, which wasn't happening because of the string.

"Whats going on," Kathrin mumbled sleepily.

"Oh Michelle was just catching up to our after work love making," I answered, and continued seeing the help I needed arrive, "Say, we have a problem here can you help?"

"Yea what do you need," Kathrin answered and walked up to put a hand on Michelle's back.

"We got creative and tied a sting to my dick," I answered embarrassed, "Now, I am stuck in your sisters womb and the sting is really starting to hurt, can you remove it please?"

"Yes, of course," Kathrin answered and moved to Michelle's ass.

I could feel her start to tug at my pecker and sure enough it was not budging.

"Oh my God, your poor balls and dick are so swollen and purple," I heard her exclaim as she started to tug at the sting instead until she found an end and began unraveling it.

I sighed as the pressure started to dissipate.

"Is Michelle okay? Did she go to sleep," Kathrin asked just noticing that Michelle was not helping or moving at all.

"I think her last orgasm was too much for her; she feinted, she should be alright I think," I answered not sure of a thing. This had never happened to me before, "I will just lay like this with her until I shrink out of her womb and let her rest."

"Okay."

Kathrin moved back up to caress my head and kiss me while she caressed her sister's head and hair down her back until she reach my hands and we held hands until Michelle began to rouse from her stupor a few minutes later.

"Wha – what happened," Michelle began sitting up and as she moved her hips to sit up my head popped out of her womb leaving my seed behind sealed in her vault.

"You, my fair maiden had such a good climax you feinted," I answered.

"Awesome," Michelle responded purring and pooching out her flat belly to rub maternally knowing instinctively that she had harvested my seed and had planted it all in her fertile earth.

"Yea that's how I felt too," Kathrin added, pooching her belly out as well to rub and receive a rub from Michelle.

So it went and before I knew it I had spent a two months with them. I moved Megan's and my stuff out of our apartment and took it up to my grandparent's home in North Georgia for storage while I figured out my life. In the meantime it turns out that I probably impregnated Kathrin and Michelle our first night together as both missed their periods the first and second month.

I got in touch with dad about moving back to Oregon which Megan was thinking was the plan as we talked as we could, I hadn't told her that I knew of her infidelity nor had I spoken of mine. As Michelle and Kathrin and I started our third month living together, I understood they desired me to divorce Megan and marry one of them. Since I couldn't marry both of them however, my reasoning was what did it matter? Marriage had not stopped Megan from cheating on me. Still the desire was their so we started to make plans for my departure and divorce of Megan and return to them.

Within two weeks I kissed Kathrin and Michelle and their bellies goodbye and was headed to North Georgia to pack Megan and my stuff in a U-haul and waited for my dad to arrive then we were off for Oregon.

"Dad, I seriously don't want to talk about what's going on with me and Megan, suffice it to say when we get back I need to borrow a little money to get divorce papers drawn up and I am taking them down to Megan," I railed at Dad's umpteenth prodding of what was going on between me and Megan.

"What, why," Harold asked concerned, "You just had a baby; you can't leave her now, not like this!"

"It's not my baby," I mumbled into my hand looking out at I think it was Nebraska.

"What," Harold asked not hearing me.

"It's not my child," I yelled furiously, "She cheated on me okay. Not only did she cheat, she cheated and purposely got herself pregnant by this guy rather than me, just because she was mad at me!"

"Really, oh my God Owen, I am so sorry," Harold consoled.

"Not only that, but apparently she also slept with Chris and Ben two days before we got married. How she didn't get pregnant from that I have no idea."

"Really, well son, I don't know anyone that has better reasons for divorce than you," Harold declared, "but weigh your options well, for the sake of that baby at least. Maybe you two can get counseling and work things out."

"Are you kidding me," I hissed looking at him like he had just turned into a snake, no worse.

"Son, there are always ramification you don't know about that will be affected by this, that's all I am saying."

"Yea, here's some ramifications for you, Dad! I have two beautiful women that are appalled at what has happened, two beautiful women that are chomping at the bit to marry me, and two beautiful women that are already pregnant with my children!" I confessed knowing immediately that I was an idiot to do so.

"Are you insane," Harold was now hollering back at me, "You get betrayed, so the first thing you do is go out and bed a couple of girls and get them pregnant! How are you any different than Megan now? She betrayed you so you went out and did it twice back at her, what are you a child?"

"No, I didn't plan it. It just happened, and after finding out that my own wife was pregnant with some other man's child all this time, well it just happened!" I refuted.

"Well what are you going to do?" Harold asked disgusted.

"I am going to divorce Megan, and then I am going back to Kathrin and Michelle. I am going to marry one of them. They have already agreed to share me so we will be a different kind of family."

"What if the child Megan gave birth to is yours?"

"There is almost no chance..."

"There is still a chance, what then smarty-pants?" Dad pressed.

"I hadn't thought of that. It's pretty obvious that this guy probably got her pregnant. I was using condoms, he wasn't. She started begging for a baby, probably already pregnant. I refused for nearly three months. As soon as I gave in she got pregnant right off, so she says, and the baby was very early." I argued my case I thought well, all circumstantial but it made sense.

"Well, you have a sound argument and most likely you are correct, but I will tell you every one of you kids was an accident, condoms are not one hundred percent," Harold stated more calmly.

"Look, don't tell Mom this okay. I don't want everyone to know until afterward, I just can't take it." I asked.

"I don't think that will be a problem," Harold confessed, "Me and your Mom have been going through a rough patch hear lately, as a matter of fact after I drop you off I am leaving again for Rock Springs Wyoming to take a job at Halliburton."

"Well you won't solve anything there," I declared.

"Yea well we are severely in debt so I got to, to make the mortgage payments."

"Sheesh," I said exasperated to overcome by my own problems to inquire further into his.

"Look Son, if you want to try to fix things with Megan, you can always move back to Montana," Dad offered, "Blood is thicker than water and I will help you all I can to get you back on your feet."

"I appreciate the offer," I answered diplomatically, "I will think about it."

God this was going to be a long trip.



Daughter of Frigg Ch. 04



Daughter of Frigg - Chapter 4

A Father's Love

I never went back to Atlanta, I spent a month with my mother in Idaho and then we moved back to Oregon.

They say absences makes the heart grow fonder, as it happens, in the time away from Owen and with so much time spent with my mother, I did remember why I loved Owen and just how deeply I needed him.

What I didn't know - what I couldn't have known, was that Jamal had given his movie of our first lunch time delight to Owen, and how my cheating would affect Owen, how he would react to my cheating, and how it would all come back to haunt me later.

Owen didn't have a phone so we didn't get to speak to each other much at all weather by design or coincidence over the next 3 months it took before he was able recover from our debts and move what little bit of stuff we had in Atlanta out west. Another factor for the delay was that Owen's father was in Florida with Ben working for some reason instead of being in Montana with his wife and remaining children. 

Cooped up in a tiny little RV with Mom and London, my daughter by Jamal, I was ready to move just about anywhere. Still, we had promised to help Mom get a place here and she in turn would help us get back on our feet.

I didn't hear the Subaru pull up, but I did hear the knock at the door to the RV and answered it.

Owen stood there like a knight in shining armor, though he looked very somber, still in my exuberant joy I didn't catch his mood as I leapt at him and smothered him with a deep probing kiss. He was stiff, resistant at first then became more pliable as I continued. He never could hold out against my charms.

When I finally pulled away I purred, "Hey baby, I have missed you so much! How was the trip out? What have you been up to?"

"We need to talk," Owen began gravely.

"Yea, okay," I started a little taken aback by Owen's seriousness, I expected him to attack me, to ravish me, this was not good.

"Do you have a TV in here or a DVD player," Owen asked, as I lead him into the RV.

"Yea, it's right over there," I pointed up to the driver seat.

Going over to the TV and DVD player, Owen turned it on and put a disc in it and pressed play.

"What's going on honey," I asked nervously as the TV lit up and the movie began.

"Why don't you dance for the camera Megan," Jamal said off camera.

I felt a pit in my stomach as I watched myself close my eyes and begin to move my hips with the beat. That tiny little black Victoria Secret bra, my bust had grown from B-cups to milk full D-cups or I would be wearing that same bra now for Owen. I watched in horror as I used my hands to cup my breasts then caress my belly and waist down my hips to my buttocks and thighs bopping my ass to the beat as I traced up my inner thighs to my bare pussy then back up to my belly and breasts.

"Damn you are a fine ass woman," Jamal complimented as he walked up behind me and put his hands on my hips pulling my ass to where his long hard penis was in my ass cleavage, the memory made me feel it all over again as he flexed his rock hard muscle pushing at my ass cheeks.

"How do you wanna start baby," Jamal asked politely.

"Stop the video," I blurted feeling suddenly sick and moving to escape the suddenly suffocating RV, feeling about to puke.

"Wait, this is the best part," Owen said sarcastically.

"Mmm," I moaned with my eyes closed and bent forward my voluptuous ass cheeks parting to reveal a cavernous valley that lead to my asshole before grinding my pussy on Jamal's black 12" dick, "Impregnate me baby with your long hard fuck me stick."

Pushing Owen out of the way I darted for the door and out just in time to run to the back tire and puke.

"Yea, that was my reaction too," Owen mocked scornfully, "Come on lets finish the show."

"No, I know how it ends," I whimpered as I wiped my mouth off and stood up.

"Well I am going to finish it," Owen growled.

Feeling ill, I followed as tears started to well at my eyes. My life was falling apart right before me. What have I done? How can I save my marriage?

Slowly, forlornly, I walked back into the RV as Owen pressed the button to continue the macabre display of glutinous debauchery as I watched Jamal guide TV me to his bed and had me get on all fours with my ass in the air as he played his huge mushroom tipped dick at my labia until my lubricants wet my lips and dripped to the bed before he pushed in slowly spreading my vagina around his girth.

I could actually feely my body reacting again, my womb heating up in a desire for that huge dick in me. I remembered the heat that filled my pussy as he thrust in me all the way to my womb, and it filled me again now. My panties started to soak up my juices as I watched myself try to take his full length as he hit my womb as the head of from his cock piston in and out of my vagina.

Though not all the way in Jamal started to smash into me faster as the throws of his climax gripped him. His pushing was no longer soft and firm but ragged and insistent as his pace quickened my own climax. 

Grabbing my hips for one last thrust Jamal pulled out leaving only his head in my vagina, and then thrust in mightily pulling my hips to his pelvis savagely as he hit and pushed through my cervix. I watched myself shriek as the pain hit me as my pussy finally took the last four inches of Jamal's massive cock.

TV me reached through her legs and grabbed his magnificent cream sack and squeezed his luscious jewels as the first gushing spray of creamy seed fountained my insides, with each squeeze he filled me more as I massaged him dry.

Flipping on to my back I watched as we started again before he started to shrink, and Owen finally turned off the video.

"Owen, I am so sorry," I began tears and adrenaline and fear all mixing in my body giving me uncontrollable shakes.

"When did you start fucking him? Before I told you his intentions or after."

"After," I started, "I was just so alone in Atlanta and we were friends, and I was so mad at you."

"So you knew, and you pursued it to spite me," Owen stated condemningly.

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"Those two day's you didn't speak to me, and anytime we got into a fight and I left."

"Why did you fuck Ben and Chris? Have you been cheating on me the whole time? Why even marry me?" Owen yelled.

"I – oh god you know about that!" My head went white with panic, "Ben caught us in the office and said he would announce our activities to everyone embarrassing us and possibly stopping the wedding and me getting sent home."

"So you slept with him that night, that was a month before the wedding, how could you think it was better to cheat on me than suffer a little embarrassment," Owen asked struggling to understand, "How did you not get pregnant then, or when you slept with him and Chris?"

I am not sure what to do, but he doesn't know that his father forced me to have sex with him as well, trying to think furiously, "I don't know I thought if it were just the once it would be done and over and we could leave and live our lives and be happy. Then he said he wanted unfettered access, so I tried to never give him a chance at me until you left for your certificate test. At that point he had not only our premarital sex but his fucking me too as collateral, so when he told me to undress I had no other choice. Every choice I made just made it worse. I am so sorry Owen."

"I don't understand," Owen scoffed, "You didn't answer me, did you get pregnant, what did you do?"

"YES! Yes, I got pregnant, the first time and the second," I wailed, "The chances of the child being yours in the first pregnancy was as great as it was Ben's. The second time, it was either Ben's or Chris's, either way I the babies both times."

"What did you do, abort?" Owen growled.

"NO! Never, I was pregnant 3 months the second time when I lost the baby at work!" I cried, falling to the cot putting my head in my arms.

"At least you won't do that," Owen barked, "After having been forced to have sex, why on earth would you cheat on me? Not only cheat, but try to get pregnant by another man instead of me? What is so bad about carrying my child?"

"Oh, Owen there is nothing wrong with you. It is all me, I am a bitch, I was so mad I lost my mind and wanted to hurt you, as I have been hurt by you, your brother, and your friend even if you didn't know it. I for once wanted it to be my choice, I wanted to for once be the one doing the hurting rather than receiving."

"You had a choice every time and you always chose to hurt me," Owen condemned, "I want a divorce. Here are the papers please sign them."

I could feel my eyes widen in horror, I knew this was coming and should, I deserved it, but it still hit like a club to my gut, as I heard myself wailing, begging, "Please Owen, please forgive me! Please don't leave me! Wait, please!"

Getting up I ran to the house where my best friend and her family who had loaned the RV to us were babysitting London. Wiping the tears from my eyes I hurried in and quickly got the baby before running back to the RV.

"Please Owen, I know I deserve this, but please meet London," I pleaded pushing London into his arms; I could see his heart melt as he looked into her blue eyes.

"She's yours," I lied, "Well, she's ours. I screwed up with Jamal but you and your monster semen still impregnated me instead of him. Anyway, I am so sorry I promise if you will give me a second chance I will never ever cheat again. I wanted you and have never really wanted anyone else, I lost track of that, I promise I never will again."

"She's beautiful," Owen mumbled, "You named her London? I thought we had settled on Paris?"

"There was another woman that gave birth just a little while before me and she named her girl Paris, so I changed it," I said warmly caressing London's head.

"I don't know, I need to think," Owen said pushing London back into my arms.

Before going to his car and leaving.

Watching him leave I turned back walked into the RV and cried. This was not the reunion I was hoping for at all.

Looking over at the divorce papers I sat and waited.

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Driving away, I let the scenery divert my mind as I drove through orchards to a gas station as I sat and contemplated the scenario that had played out, everything that was said.

How could I ever trust Megan again? I couldn't. 

Was that child really mine? I couldn't know without a paternity test.

If the child is mine, what about Kathrin and Michelle, what do I do?

Megan is a cheater, but in a manner of speaking so was I. Kathrin and Michelle loved me and had not cheated on me, Megan had.

London was a beautiful baby, and she certainly looked like her grandmother although blond haired and blue eyed.

Getting out of the car I walked over to a pay phone to call Michelle and Kathrin. I needed to hear their voices to draw strength from.

"Hello," Michelle's warm voice purred over the phone.

"Hey, baby, this is Owen," I cried the emotion of what was happening hitting me all of a sudden, "God, I miss you guys so much."

"Hey hold on Kathrin is getting on the extra phone," Michelle said a hint of concern in her voice.

"Hey baby," Kathrin said warmly in my ear a second later, "How are you doing?"

"As mad as I am, its harder than I thought it would be," I answered, then shared everything that Megan had said.

After I finished there was silence for a while on both sides as we all digested it.

Michelle broke the silence, "So what do you wanna do, Owen?"

I thought I heard quiet crying from Kathrin.

"I – I don't know. If the child is mine, I feel responsible, but I hate what Megan has done to me, and I really just wanna come home to you two," I said in a rush.

"Is there any part of you that wants to stay and make it work with Megan?" Michelle asked huskily as if trying to cover her own desire to cry.

"I – only if the child is mine I might, for the sake of the child only."

"Oh Owen you are a good man," Kathrin wailed.

"Owen," Michelle cut Kathrin off, "Kathrin is right you are a good man so we have something to tell you. We both went out to eat the other night and got food poisoning so bad that we both miscarried from puking so hard. I am so sorry. We should have waited until you had settled things with Megan before making our move, but now at least you have her and a child that may be yours."

"Wait what," I exclaimed feeling kicked in the gut, "No your lying, this can't be happening. I love you both, please no, oh – God!"

"Please Owen, please go do what you think is best," Michelle cried heavily into her receiver now along with Kathrin, "We love you, and we will always love you."

With that there was a click then dead air.

Not one for over dramatics, I didn't fall to the ground like I felt like or screaming. I felt numb putting the phone on the hook I looked out over the Columbia Gorge and briefly a thought of jumping off the dam materialized, to be snuffed almost as fast by an image of London, not Megan.

Knowing my choices and what I should do, I turned and got into the car and left.

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Hanging up the phone Michelle walked into her room and fell onto her bed heavily crying for her broken heart knowing what Owen would do.

Kathrin came in a few seconds later, she didn't say anything, and she didn't have to. Michelle knew exactly what she had done; instead she fell in beside her sister on the bed and cried along with her as they both held their bellies where small hard bulges were just starting to push their abdomens out.

"What if he doesn't come back to us," Kathrin finally whimpered.

"He isn't coming back, Kat, I am so sorry," Michelle sniffled, "He is doing the right thing. This is our fault; at least we have a part of him."

"Yea," Kathrin said with a slight grin as she rubbed her belly, "I had just wanted more, I wanted him.

"

"I know," Michelle agreed with a reassuring grin while rubbing her belly, "I did too, I did too!"

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It was about 2 hours I waited before Owen drove up the drive way again. I carried London out in my arms to face him.

Walking up and standing before me he spent a long time looking at London.

"For her sake, I will try to forgive you," Owen stated dogmatically.

"But if that," Owen growled pointing in the direction of the RV, at the DVD video I knew, "ever happens again -!"

He left it unsaid. He didn't have to say it; I knew exactly what he meant. If I ever cheated on him again forced or not he would leave, and I wouldn't blame him.

"Honey, I promise..."

"Promises – promises! That was what the marriage vow was. You had no respect for it before our marriage, or during our marriage." Owen sneered, "I don't expect that will change. Get your stuff!"

"I promise it will never happen again," I mumbled and turned with London in tow to go pack our things.

It took a few hours but soon we were on the road again for Montana.

We spent the next half of the year trying to rebuild our marriage. Owen wouldn't have sex with me still as December and then January rolled around. 

Tensions were high; Harold and Susanne's marriage was falling apart. Little did we know that he had cheated on her with a local lady, after she confessed their affair to Susanne, Harold had left for Florida for work.

Of course this was all after he had forced himself on me, so I knew he was capable of this. Susanne and Sam though suspected me of having sex with Harold, and treated me as such. They had no proof, so it just caused more hurt in an already hurtful environment. Kade was 12 now and spent most of his time eating what little food we had, and to Owen's frustration he had never gotten any work beyond temp jobs, making little more than minimum wage. It all hit the fan when Harold finally came home in January.

Owen and I with London did our best to stay in the shop and weather the storm out of sight.

Still when Harold, packing his things to leave, he and Owen had a long talk at the end of which Owen inform me that we were leaving for Rock Spring Wyoming with Harold as well.

We packed our bed in Harold's truck and some of our clothes, but most of everything else we had was left.

When we got to Rock Springs Harold took us to his apartment. A one bedroom apartment house, he gave us the bed room and he himself slept in the living room.

Owen put in his application to Halliburton and was hired, and over the next few weeks they taught him how to drive big rig trucks. After a couple more weeks of regular warehouse duties they sent him out of town for additional training for three days.

Harold didn't waste anytime, dominating me as soon as he left.

It was nice sort of, my weight shot up because of the baby. I have been in an extremely stressful environment because of living first with Owen's mother and sister, and now with his father. Owen still wasn't having sex very much with me either. I did get him too from time to time, but he lost the passion, it was a duty now, and he always wore condoms.

As Owen got into his car and drove off to the office before leaving, Harold having just come home from an all-night job waved and asked, "So you never told him that you ran into me on the way out of Ben's room did you? You never told him that you fucked me as heartily as you did Him, Ben, Chris, and that Jamal character?"

"No," I answered, quietly.

"Why not?"

"I was trying to save my marriage. It would have been 1 more tick against me, it would have destroyed your relationships, and what he doesn't know doesn't hurt him," I answered forlornly.

"It wasn't because you were hoping for a day like this to come again?"

"No," I sneered, "I have dreaded this day, but knowing you I figured it would come sometime."

"Hmm, well I think I am going to go take a bath, wanna join me," Harold queried half-jokingly.

"No," I answered directly.

"Okay," Harold taunted as he walked in the house, then stuck his head out, "Hey, what do you think his reaction would be if he found out you seduced me right after Ben?"

Turning I wanted to kill him, I could kill him, and he saw it in my eyes as I followed him into the house.

There was no shower in this apartment just a huge garden tub. Harold started the water running as I set London in her day bed. Taking off my clothes I picked up a condom wrapper and carried it in with me to the bathroom. Harold was already there waiting for me massaging his prick to a hard wood.

"You wanna fuck me, you have to use a condom," I stated uncompromisingly, "Owen hasn't slept with me in 6 months and I am not getting pregnant by you."

"Okay, so this is to what - scratch an itch," Harold agreed as he tore the wrapper open and put the rubber on then sat back down in the tub.

"Don't get your hopes up, this is to scratch your itch, not mine," I growled, " I could wait on Owen, God knows I deserve it, but I will protect him from you as well. If this is how it must be done then so be it."

"I can live with that," Harold returned sarcastically.

Stepping into the tub I straddled him and sat down into the hot water, grabbing his 10" rod I guided his 6" head to my pussy then felt the thrilling sensation of his mass stretching out my vaginal walls around his girth. Despite my resolve a sigh of satisfaction escaped my lips as my pelvis met his and his entire mass was consumed in my dark well. With slow movements I began moving my hips up and down his hard rod. It wasn't as good with a condom on but the corona of his massive mushroom tip head tickled my G-spot wonderfully.

Harold slid his hands around my waist to grab a handful of my even more massive bubble butt since having London. Pulling my ass cheeks apart he tilted my hips forward so his tip rubbed more directly against my G-spot and each thrust hit my womb.




Daughter of Frigg Ch. 04



Six months with very little sex and it didn't take long for Harold's piston to rev my engine. It being even longer for him since the last time he found release it didn't take long for him to cum either.

My womb felt on fire a larger knot now that burned for cream filling as it shot warm fire up my core to my brain filling it with sparks as I increased my tempo. My breasts flapped in Harold face as he tried to nip and lick at my nipples while still holding on to my ass as I bucked against him. Moans escaped me and turned to wails as my eyes rolled back and my first full orgasm hit me.

"Ohhh fuck, oh fuck me," I wailed, "Harder – deeper, make me cum baby, make me cum!"

"Fuck you are such a nympho," Harold said enthusiastically, as he pushed deeper and thrust harder his own climax instigated by my vaginal muscles clamping down on his prick.

"Oh please just fuck my brains out," I moaned and leaned forward kissing him, my eyes closed, my tongue exploring his mouth as I humped his rod until he slowed, and then putting my hand down between my thighs I made sure his condom stayed on as I fucked him until I came again. Satisfied, I lifted off of Harold and sat in the water between his legs long enough to clean up my pussy and got out.

"There you go, now take a bath," I stated firmly, "You stink."

Drying off I left the bathroom and went to Owen's and my bedroom. Harold was easily pleased it seemed because he didn't bother me again for a while. After his shower he lay down and went to sleep, followed by going to work.

That evening when he came home, he was ready to go again. This time he went and took his bath alone. Though he suggested I get undressed and wait in the bed for him, while asking for the condoms.

Tossing the box of condoms at him, I started fixing up the day bed for London who was now 9 months old with some toys and her bottle in the room, I then straightened the bed as well as I could. 

February in Rocksprings Wyoming, should hell freeze over this is where it would take its cues from, 75 mile and hour wind gusts at 32 degrees or lower, and everything is brown. Dressing for the whether I started to shuck off my long sleeve flannel shirt and tank-top and bra, and then my denim pants and tiny cream lace Victoria Secret G-string panties, socks and boots. Getting on the bed bare ass naked I laid down and spread my legs, my shaved pussy open and inviting and tried to ignore London playing in her day bed.

It didn't take long for Harold to come out of the bathroom and into mine. 

Older and balding, I could see so much of Owen in him, but it was hard not to laugh since he had shaved his chest all the way down to his throbbing prick and cum sack. Closing my eyes I tried to imagine it was Owen coming to me.

Harold crossed the room and lay between my thighs his prick in hand and still not wrapped in a condom. He played it in my vulva dunking his head in my wet vagina to lube his tip then tracing my vulva up to my swollen clit and back down and thrusting into my warm wet embrace all the way to his balls, as they smacked against my buttocks cheeks.

"Oh yea that feels nice," Harold moaned.

I had to agree it felt wonderful, but I wouldn't tell him as much, still the moans that escaped my lips might have given me away as he began to saw in and out slowly. 

It was so good I let him thrust his pleasure rod in me for a good 5 or 10 minutes before I asked, "You haven't cum yet?"

"No I haven't," Harold mumbled.

"Good get one on now please," I insisted.

"In a minute," Harold intoned as he deep thrust into me stretching my vaginal walls to their limit as he pushed hard against my cervix.

Lightning bolts shot to my womb stoking my ball of fire which in turn fed the sparks in my head as my climax started to rev me up.

"Oh God I moaned, fuck it! Just fuck me deep and hard," I wailed.

Harold sped up his pace to match my desire.

Arching my back I began to twist my pussy on his rod so that he would hollow me out and then thrust back to meet hit prick cervix to his mushroom tip lips. My head felt on fire as I felt his head press on my cervix savagely then I felt my inner self widen and admit his huge head as it squeezed through and immediately clamped down.

"Oh fuck yes, oh – oh fuck me hard!" I wailed.

I felt the constant rapping of his balls against my ass until he suddenly surged forward, his prick swelled stretching my vagina and cervix around his girth as molten cream drenched the inner walls of my womb. Like liquid light my brain exploded with pleasure and pain rolling my eyes in the back of my head as I clawed at the bedspread and my thighs shook with the orgasm.

"Fuck that was good," I moaned coming down from my climax, "I haven't climaxed like that in a year!"

"Good," Harold said happily, "Now turn over."

Harold managed to wiggle his dick out of the vice like hold my cervix had on his prick and he moved back just enough for me to flip over onto my knees as he pushed my chest and head down into the bedspread. Taking his rod he didn't waste time and thrust it back into my waiting pussy and started sawing in and out determinedly when the phone rang.

Stopping his pumping, Harold went over and got the phone and answered in case it was work calling him in.

Walking back he tossed the phone on the bed mumbling, "It's Owen."

As I picked up the phone Harold thrust his monster mushroom head back in my wet velvet glove, with a slight sigh I couldn't mask I answered, "Hey honey how was class?"

"Argh it sucks, it's really slow and boring, just a bunch of safety classes mostly," Owen answered, "How about you how has your day been?"

Harold sawing in and out like a saw cutting wood was hitting my G-spot perfectly and sliding down to kiss my open cervix with each thrust, it felt so good I could barely keep from moaning. Harold must have worked himself to another orgasm as he grabbed my hips and began to thrust rapidly before one deep push penetrating my womb for a second time as his hot cream splashed my uterus walls with fire.

Biting my lip and trying to calm my breathing, I answered, "It was good, I took a bath after you left, and then cleaned the house as your father slept. I played with London and fed her, she is napping right now, and now I am just playing with myself think of you."

"Really," Owen replied surprised, "What are you doing?"

"I am playing with my nipples," which was right I was playing with my nipples, as Harold's dick hollowed my pussy out, "and I am using my finger to play with my clit. Oh God, I am so hot right now!"

"Well imagine your finger is my dick," Owen said getting into the phone sex that really was sex his phone call had interrupted.

"Ok, mmm, I can feel you pushing so deep into me baby," I moaned, as Harold recovered from his second orgasm began to pump my pussy again.

"Mmm, you head is so big – it's hitting my G-spot and my womb," I could hear Owen on the other end breathing harder as he listened to me describe the sex I was having.

"Oh – Owen, you are filling me up so full, your making me so hot," I purred as I reached in between my thighs and grabbed Harold cum sack wrapping it in a finger ring at the base of his cock and squeezing his scrotum firmly while my fingers massaged his balls lightly.

"Oh baby I can feel your balls lapping at my butt cheeks, it feels so good," I sighed, as Harold thrust mechanically into my pussy trying to work up his third climax.

"Or would you like me to flip over baby," I asked Owen.

"Flip over," Owen replied.

"Oh baby it feels so good to have you in me," I groaned, "Now I can feel your balls caressing my clit, flicking it with every thrust. Oh it feels so good."

Finally after 15 minutes of sawing in and out Harold climaxed as he grabbed my hips and pulled me so hard that I was in danger of giving away to Owen our activities, as he thrust is dick deep into my vagina again pushing past my soft horny cervix and planting his seed in my fertile womb for the third time.

Sawing to a slow final end to his fuck fest I felt every spurt and spray of his hot cum as he filled me all the way to my ovaries, as he started to pull out I helped by getting up and crawling on all fours off his throbbing prick and lay down on the bed.

I finished talking with Owen while lying on my belly and working my muscles to hold all the ejaculate in my womb, as it turned out my womb closed up locking it in and I didn't have an issue with leaking.

Harold left and cleaned up and then came back to bed, apparently he was going to sleep with me in Owen's absence. Pulling the covers over me I just went to bed too.

Asleep on my left side my left leg stretched out with my right leg bent I felt so aroused to the point of waking up. Above me Harold thrust his prick between my butt cheeks and thighs to gain meager access to my wet pussy. Twisting my hip just a little I gave him a better vantage for his thrust as he came spurting his warm cream in my vagina for the fourth time tonight, before withdrawing and leaving to clean up and returning to go back to sleep.

Frustrated now I put my leg down to try and deny any further access.

Harold was called out early the next morning and was gone for the rest of the day and most of the night. When he showed his desire to fuck some more this time I made him wear a condom, and so went the next morning.

By that afternoon Owen was home. It was nice, the absence or the phone sex must have sparked his passion again because he fucked my brains out all that night. Of course he always used a condom. 

I was relieved when my period arrived later that month, and my absence of sense with Harold hadn't gotten me pregnant, despite how much seed he planted in me.

The next week, Owen didn't take me out for an anniversary dinner but he did buy me a watch. It's the thought that matters.

For the next 3 months Harold would fuck me every time Owen was out for the night or he was home for the day. Sometimes Harold would leave just as Owen was getting home; the time it took Owen to take a bath was all the time I had between Harold fucking me and Owen taking his turn jacking his condom full of seed in my pussy. We went through a lot of condoms. Harold of course provided his own but we had to be careful that we never left evidence of sex outside of Owen's with me, and he always bought the same brand as I bought Owen.

When May came around we were all thoroughly exhausted. I more so than either Owen or Harold as I was always servicing one of them, as the month progressed along every time Harold fucked me he always acted a bit weird and became more aggressive in his lust to fuck me without a condom. 

I never felt him come into my room a few days later, I did however, have the most lucid dream of watching him fuck me, I remember feeling it was alright he did this all the time to me. Turning over I embraced him and pulled him in to give better access to my pussy. My dream felt so good and warm as he thrust his passion into my wet canal, it felt warm as he pushed against my womb.

"Mmm, don't stop," I moaned sleepily.

His final thrust pushed his tip into my womb as he dumped his hot squirting semen directly into my baby vault.

Owen was in bed with me when I woke up the next morning. 

Panic struck me for an instant as I remembered the dream of Harold fucking me in the middle of the night and checking my pussy I was indeed very wet, but I didn't see any crusted cum on my thighs. So I chalked it up to a dream do to how much I was fucking father and son. Still it left me extremely horny so I massaged Owen's dick to erection put a condom on him and straddled my baby's dick and road him until he woke up as I felt my orgasm build to a mountainous climax.

Owen always set off by my own climax went into his and filled his condom with his juice.

When Owen left for work, I took a bath and cleaned up, and then cleaned the house. Harold got off work early and we went to the bedroom for his afternoon delight.

Ever aware that I wanted a condom on him he obeyed with a shit eating grinned. He filled 3 condoms before he left and I pulled my pants back on. I started lubricating really heavily after his fucking me to the point of my pants appearing like I wet myself.

For the rest of the month it was like this, and every night Owen was absent I had the most provocative dreams.

At the end of May, Harold announced that he was quitting and moving back to Florida.

"Nuh uh," Owen answered, "Not without us, you are not leaving us in this hellhole!"

"Okay," Harold agreed.

While we were packing up our belongings Owen bent over and picked up a condom wrapper. One we used so I wasn't worried.

"Honey look at this," Owen said motioning me over, "Why does this condom have holes punched all through it?"

I looked at the wrapper sharply. It was an unused condom, and sure enough it looked like an ice pick had been used to punch holes all through the tip of the condom.

"I don't know," I answered, "Do you think your dad would put holes in our condoms."

"Why, would Dad put holes in our condoms," Owen asked perplexed.

"I don't know," I answered belatedly.

When I went into the bathroom again as nonchalantly as possible, I checked the waste basket for used condom wrappers. Sure enough there was close to a full mega box of wrappers at the bottom of the waste basket, after all Harold never left from our sex sessions without having filled 3 to 5 condoms, and every condom had holes punched through them and were empty, the tips having been torn off or nearly so.

Grabbing my belly I knew I was probably pregnant and by whom. Harold had fucked me under the guise of wearing a condom and impregnated me, his own daughter with his child. Owen would be its half-brother or sister not its father as he should be. 

Fuck! Why does this shit keep happening to me!!

The packing finished, it was now June as we left for Florida.

Harold helped us get an apartment, and within a month or 2 he left for Mobile Alabama.

This was his plan the whole time, to impregnate me and leave Owen to father his child. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to confront him. I wanted ask him why he did this to me and to his son. Really I knew the answer though, because he could impregnate me, and because he wanted to. That was it; he had a sick desire to get his son's wife pregnant so he did, and if I pursued it at all it would only cause more problems for me. 

My only recourse was to bear with it and have the child, and convince Owen he was the father. It shouldn't be hard as both father and son were fucking me multiple times a day nearly every day, and condoms do break.

When I missed my second period I knew for certain, and informed Owen we were going to have our second child. He was happy; I just wish it was really his.



Daughter of Frigg Ch. 05



Daughter of Frigg - Chapter 5

Brotherly Love

Like Atlanta I got a job first at a little put-put golf and arcade establishment, while it took Owen 3 months to get a job as a cable television technician. Having gotten pregnant mid-May I was now 4 months along and still not showing much when I answered a knock on the door at 10 in the morning.

Ben stood in the door way dressed pretty well for him. 

Rachelle, his wife was had given birth to their first son in July which was great for them. She was a royal bitch though, pregnant or not she took after her mother. He so deserved her, still Owen wasn't home and he knew it, so why was he here now.

"Hey is Owen home," Ben asked nonchalantly.

"No he is at work," I answered, "You know he wouldn't talk to you anyway, since finding out about your forced sex on me then you and Chris and all."

"Yea that's unfortunate, still you seemed to enjoy it well enough at the time," Ben said shrugging it off, "I didn't come here to talk to him anyway. I came to talk to you."

"Why me," I asked taken aback and irritated.

"Well, because Dad told me about you and him in Wyoming, and I know whose child you really carry," Ben grinned, "I got to say you must be one of the most beautiful pregnant women I have ever seen."

"Leave my house," I growled starting to slam the door.

"Now, now," Ben rebuked mildly, "I am sure you would hate for Owen to find out the true nature of your pregnancy, why don't you let me in and we can talk about it."

"Get out," I commanded kicking at his foot.

"Ok," He acquiesced, as he pulled out his cell phone and began dialing Owen's work phone.

I heard the phone ringing and my heart fell, as it rang my courage melted.

"You fucking bastards," I growled and opened the door for him to come in, "I am 4 months pregnant with your father's baby! Are you so hard up that you can't get any except from your brother's pregnant wife?"

"Nope," Ben replied condescendingly, "I could get any woman I want, and I can have as much sex with Rachelle as I want, this is just because I want to fuck you too. I like doing this to you."

"I am pregnant already you ass," I objected.

"I don't care if you're pregnant," Ben answered, "Like I said you are just about one of the hottest pregnant women I have ever seen. I will fuck you all the way up to your due date."

"Well, at least you can't get me pregnant," I snarled.

"Yep it will be fun and we don't have to worry condoms," Ben asserted.

"Now wait a min..."

"You are miss understanding me, you are not in charge at all Megan," Ben interrupted in calm certainty, "I am, and I am going to fuck you bare back, during your pregnancy and then afterwards. So if you don't wanna get pregnant I suggest you get the pill, because I have no problem with getting you pregnant."

"You fucking asshole! What did I ever do to you? What did Owen ever do to you!?" I screamed.

"Nothing," Ben answered smugly, "You were easy. You made it easy, and you're a really good fuck, not to mention the best blow job I have ever had."

"You and your father should be ashamed of yourselves, you are both beyond anything I can think of short of Demonic," I spat condemningly, "I am bad I know that and I hate what I have done, and what I am about to do, but you, for God's sake Owen is your brother. You and your father are so much worse."

Ben shrugged my reproach off like water, "Well it doesn't change the fact that you are going to take you clothes off right now and I am going to fuck you until I spray you insides with my cum."

Shaking my head in exasperated defeat, I walked over to the couch bent over the back while lifting up my cute little yellow sundress with a red flower pattern that fell just below my buttocks cheeks showing off my now tanned thickly muscular thighs.

It had a plunging V-neck spaghetti-strap with a built in bra in the bodice that both lifted and paraded my massive Double-D cup breasts, yes they had grown again since getting pregnant. Below the bodice it hugged my small 24" waist and caressed my nearly 5 month's pregnant belly. I didn't really look pregnant yet, just a slight bulge in my abdomen as the rest of the sundress floated over my flaring 41" apple shaped hips and considerable bubble butt.

I wasn't wearing panties today as I was hoping to seduce Owen into a nooner, as I spread my feet clad in red four inch cork heels opening my legs and shaking my voluptuous ass presenting my perfectly shaved smooth pussy, my juices already trickling in down my vagina anticipation. Lubricating my vulva and labia as it ran down to accumulate and dribble off my clit in long drooling drops still connected to my pussy by long elastic tendril that would snap and recoil once the dollop of nectar was only a few inches from the carpet.

"Now that's what I like to see," Ben hummed enjoying the view as he stepped up and took hold of my wide hips and slapped my bounteous ass painfully before he unbuttoned his pants pushed them down before massaging his limp noodle to a disadvantaged and uninspiring 5" wood.

"Just know this," I growled unhappily, "I may not have any power here or authority over my body, but don't ever mistake that me being good at what I do is a desire or enjoyment in doing it with you."

"And never mistakenly think that I care at all what you think or feel about your situation, you will make yourself available whenever I call you, and you will do whatever I want you to with whomever I tell you to do it," Ben intoned grimly, "Do you understand?"

"Yes," I mumbled. 

'God this was going to make the 4 months with Harold in Wyoming and getting pregnant by him seem like heaven by comparison,' I thought bitterly as Ben played his underwhelming head at my pussy lips spreading my labia as gushing nectar burst from my quivering hole to rush down my vulva to my tingling clitoris and stream off in long tendril thick enough to extent to the carpet as beading honey dollops started to make a dark spot on the floor as my pussy drooled.

With a squish, Ben thrust balls deep into my wet hole as I looked out my sliding doors and tried firstly to imagine it was Owen fucking me, but when I couldn't I just tried hard not to moan as he began sawing in and out of my vagina. Clamping down I tried to get more sensation as he piston my well lubed pussy, while arching my back to give him a little more angle to hit my G-spot. When he finally found it my womb warmed and my mind exploded with heat.

"Ohhh – Oh God, I love being fucked," escaped my lips in a purr even as I screamed in my head, 'NO!'

Why do I always act like a sex crazed bitch in heat every time a dick is in my pussy?

"Hmm. Well you won't have an issue with not getting enough from now on," Ben promised as he pummeled my pussy for 10 minutes before I felt his hot streams of cum spray against my vaginal walls, like always semen creaming my insides sent me to another plain of sexual experience as my climax lifted my senses to decadent heights and my inhibitions leaked out of me into a puddle in the carpet just below my pussy.

Ben started to pull out finished with me for the time being, when something deep and guttural growled from my primal self and I pushed back to consume Ben's dick again with my insatiable pussy, "MORE! I want more, fuck me harder! Fuck me deeper, cum in me more!"

Not quite expecting this, Ben hesitated, and then grabbed my hips for more sawing. It took him twenty minutes to cum again as I climaxed over and over.

Urging him on, I moaned, "More! Fill me up with your cream. Don't stop until I am full of seed. Plant me baby, breed me good!"

Part of me wondered where I got this shit from. Another part wondered if I was insane, a sex addict, a confirmed nympho, what made me lose my mind when having sex like this. It felt like I was a whole other person.

"More, deeper, HARDER!" I grunted for the next 2 hours as I tried to milk Ben for all his cum, having reached through my thighs to massage his testis as my pussy drooled nectar all over my wrist and palm.

As I came down from a 2 hour high, Ben finally asked, "When is Owen showing up for lunch?"

"12."

"Then I better leave, and you had better clean up," Ben chided, "We don't want him to find out about this right? Otherwise you will be getting divorced soon with another baby on the way."

"Yea," I mumbled, my sense of propriety finally kicking back in as I closed my thighs and clamped my pussy muscles. I still trailed a stream of lubricant everywhere I walked but I had become a pro at keeping my coveted semen in my vault.

Ben went and cleaned up in the bathroom then I showed him to the door.

"When do you think you will be back," I asked demurely.

"When I feel like it," Ben replied maliciously and walked off as I closed the door.

Going to check on London to see if she was still doing fine in her room; she was and I closed the door, went over to the floor where my pussy juices made dark glimmering spot in the carpet and set down a towel to soak it up.

Walking to the bathroom I took a wet towel and washed my thighs and pussy cleaning off my nectar residue careful not to penetrate my vaginal mouth muscles holding Ben's, now my, semen in my warm treasure house. Finished cleaning up I moved to lay over the arm of the couch careful of my positioning with my baby belly resting in the crook of the arm of the sofa and the seat cushions. The position propped my colossal derriere up into the air where my pussy was completely exposed to the point that I could feel the air caress my ass cheeks and my quickly moistening pussy lips, my dress hung about my waist and my legs were spread wide further exposing my ripe hole in an open invitation for Owen when he got home.

The door opened and closed, nothing was said, and I was not looking to see Owen when he came in, I just looked out the sliding doors to the balcony. I wanted to be taken.

Slowly I felt a hand glide over my mountainous bottom and hips, and then a slight pulling backwards until my belly was help fast against the arm of the couch as a hot mushroom head about 5" in circumference stretched my pussy lips around its girth as it plunged into my cavernous treasury already filled with Ben's creamy discharge. Once the head was past my vaginal mouth I was stretched even further and a rod even bigger than the tip pushed an incredible length all the way to my womb and prodded profoundly at my cervix.

This was not Owen, lifting my head to look around a massive hand gripped my head as my face was suddenly pushed into the couch cushion as I screamed out.

The long hard mystery cock slammed my pussy better than Ben ever did, and within five pummeling thrusts I was climaxing and never came down as it ground into my wet canal. I yelled and begged for more into the cushion my face was firmly held to, my pleas unheard, as darkness took me from lack of oxygen.

I couldn't see anything as I came to, I could only hear voices. Opening my eyes I all I saw was black, and I could feel the sawing thrust of another prick in my womb. It wasn't the first dick that assaulted me, and it didn't feel like Owen's either.

"How lucky are we, to get the wrong address to some sex hungry bitch bent over wanting dick," a youthful voice exclaimed from behind me.

"Yea, bitch should have locked her door," another voice admonished.

"Bitch may be a pregnant cougar but damn that is a fine pussy, it freaken feels like its sucking my dick in and when she clamps down, God what a grip," A third voice proclaimed, "she fucking sucked 3 orgasms out of me and moaned the whole time."

"Yea she even moans for more in her sleep," a fourth voice cackled.

"Never thought I would be losing my virginity today," Number Three in my head said.

"Ha ha ha, you're a fucking virgin," Laughed Number Four.

"Fuck you," Number Three replied, "I know the only sex you have ever had before this was with your hand."

"I'm not, I had sex with Lauri Dewter prom night last year while she was passed out on the beach," Number Two bragged.

"Dude, how did you get her she was head cheerleader," Number One asked astounded.

"Uh, I drugged her punch, how else," Number Two admitted, "Shit be happy I let you in on this. Now you all get to pop your cherries with this fine bitch."

"Hurry up," the Number Four urged, "I wanna fucken pop my cherry in her!"

"Wait your turn, Dude, Ted fucking came in her like 6 times before he even came out to get us," Number Three argued.

My mind numb with my gluttonous climaxes, I dimly associated Number Two's name was Ted, as I moaned for more.

"Fuck me more," I grunted sleepily not wanting to seem too conscious of what was going on.

"Damn this bitch is insatiable," Number Three remarked admiringly."

"No kidding," Number One concurred, "I came in her like 7 times myself, and what is this your fifth time Randy?"

"Shut up Greg, if she's awake she will hear our names and yea my fifth," Number Three, Randy, boasted, "I am going to see if I can't squeeze one more out."

Randy, true his word thrust his slightly smaller prick than Number Two, Ted, pummeled me with. Thrusting deep, his cock marinating in Ben's cum and Ted's and Greg's and his own, he pushed hungrily at my womb trying hard to breach my gates separating my baby from their seminal soap.

Having lost count of my constant climaxes, I peaked again my head filled with a warm light as my pussy clamped down on the stiff prick in me to ring out every fluid ounce of cum from this young man's balls. I couldn't silence my carnivorous moans as he pumped slushily into my semen filled pussy for what felt like 10 minutes or so, his balls rapping against my clit in a steady rhythm sending lightning with every hit to a humongous glowing ball in my core that shared its vibrant light with my brain. 

My hips and thighs hurt to a point that even though I wanted to push against his thrusts I couldn't move. My shoulders hurt as well and I couldn't feel my arms, they must be asleep, but I could still feel that they were tied behind my back. It didn't matter that much, when they finished giving me all their semen they would free me, after all - I had wanted to be taken.

Randy's pace began to quicken with his climax as I felt him thrust deeper right against my womb jet his seed against my wall as he moaned his release.

"Ahh, 6 – nice round number, it's just too bad we can't get her pregnant," Randy pouted, as he pulled out.

"Yea I thought that too," Ted rumbled disappointedly, "She's still a good fuck though."

"No doubt," Greg and Randy agreed in unison.

"Fuck this, I have to find out, get out of the way Randy," Number Four whined.

"Fuck dude, what did your mom do fuck a horse to give you that piece of meat," Randy snapped sarcastically just noticing his buddies hard wood, hard oak more like.

"Fuck you Randy, you just wish you had one this big," Number Four growled.

"Ha Ha Ha, how much lube does it take you to jack that thing off in the bathroom, Jess," Randy taunted back.

"I don't know Randy you'd have to ask you mom," Number Four, Jess, retaliated.

They all laughed at that, as I felt a simply colossal sausage of a dick tip push at my pussy lips. This thing was bigger than anything I have ever felt or had including Ted and Jamal, it felt like this guy was trying to shove a soft up my vagina. This guy must be a mutant there is no way any boy or man could have a prick this huge. Amazingly my lips stretched to accommodate his girth.

"Shit man she's taking you in," Greg remarked amazed.

"Yea but I bet she can't take his length," Randy chided, "Hell he won't even get half of it in."

"Fuck this chick is tight," Jess remarked, as I felt him pull at my hips as he forced his sausage deeper in.

I must have had a liter of cum in my pussy, and when he hit it, I was so tight around Jess's girth it wouldn't leak out; instead it stopped him from thrusting any further with the back pressure.

"Shit I can't go any further and I just barely have my head in," Jess complained.

"No way she is deeper just keep pushing," Randy inciting Jess on.

"Just a second," Ted said grimly. 

I heard some shuffling then Jess withdrew a little before thrusting forward again this time pulling my hips as hard as he could with 3 other sets of hands pulling me back against Jess's penetrating rod. He hit the semen like a Big-Rig hitting a wall, it had nowhere to go until I felt my cervix being forced open by the sheer weight of all that cum. My cervix didn't have to breach but a little and all that creamy goodness gushed into my womb like Old Faithful in Yellowstone releasing his built up pressure, a beam of white hot light filled my brain and set my body on fire as Jess's horse dick slammed into my cervix.

The pushing didn't stop though; they were seriously trying to breach my womb.

"Ugh," I groaned with the pain of his mass distending my pussy to its maximum elasticity and the breaching of my womb currently under way.

"Stop," I moaned, "Stop please?"

"Shit she's waking up," Randy cried.

"Shut up and just keep fucking her," Greg admonished.

Jess plowed my pussy with a sound determination to have all of him fit in me, in seconds I could feel his club of a prick swell even larger for his first orgasm as he pushed deep into my vagina his dick lips right against my cervix ejaculating straight through my gates to fill my treasury with more seed. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven jetting pumps of creamy man milk.

"Oh, hell ya," Jess hummed, "That was nice."

Jess didn't even stop, he didn't even slow except when he came, just long enough to press his tip to my womb and blast another septuplet of cum geysers into my uterus. He came 5 times in rapid succession another 5 times before he even began to flag and another 5 times before he was too tired to continue.

"Ok, we have all had our fun, lets jet before this bitches man gets home," Ted commanded.

"Wait," I croaked, "Untie me - don't leave me like this for my husband to find."

"What, why would we do that," Ted sneered.

"Please," I cried, "He can't see me like this. Please, Ted, Greg, Randy, Jess please let me go."

"Shit she know's our names," Jess moaned.

"Shut up," Randy scoffed, "I told you she would hear our names dumbass."

"What's in it for us," Greg growled.

"I will let you fuck me anytime you want to, without the bondage," I croaked.

My throat was so dry, how long had they been fucking me?

"Shit, you are a hot bitch in need of breeding aren't you," Ted cooed

"Yea, a very hot bitch in need of tons of breeding," I tried to purr.

"Fine," Ted finally consented.

The four boys first untied my hands, which resulted in my arms falling lifeless to the couch as they then lifted me up off the arm of the couch to stand. My dress fell back down to cover my nudity as Randy and Jess held me up on my unsteady legs that burned mightily and shook.

I tried with all my might to clench my vaginal muscles to hold all the semen in, but I was so worn out I couldn't hold for long. The gushing spray of cum from between my thighs didn't come though, only little droplets of my nectar, my cervix must have closed back up with all their warm cum still in my womb. It could be why my core felt like a furnace. Lastly, Ted removed whatever was obstructing my vision.

"Damn she's gorgeous," Jess complemented, awestruck, "and, young too!"

Blinking my vision clear I finally saw the young men before me. Ted was large black man, built like a center guardsman on the football team, with easily a 12" cock. Randy was athletic with long red hair and blue eyes, with a 10" cock. Greg was a squat Latino with black hair and green eyes, and a nice 8" prick. And, Jess was a typical Caucasian nerd, average in height but rail thin with a too large nose, brown eyes and brown hair, and 18" rod that looked to be 6" or 7" in circumference.




Daughter of Frigg Ch. 05



"Hi, my name is Megan," I said by way of introduction, "I am 21, been married for two years, and I am 4 months pregnant with my second child. By the way Jess, magnificent dick, but you can't penetrate my womb right now; if you do it will cause me to abort. So I promise I will fuck you so hard and take your entire dick after I have the baby, just don't try that again until then."

Jess just nodded congenially.

"So how old are you guys," I asked, "and, how did you come to my home?"

"We are all 18," Ted answered, "We just graduated this year, and we were going to meet some girls around here, and happened upon you."

"Well just to let you know boys," I chided, "Rape is bad. You're lucky you got me as your victim because your dicks are absolutely wonderful."

"Now you had better leave before my husband gets home," I commanded.

With varying amounts of mumbling, unsure of their situation, they shuffled out of my apartment. As soon as they were gone, I stumbled to the bathroom and collapsed at the toilet to puke as the emotion of my repeated rapes today took their toll on my emotions.

As I tried to pull myself back together, wiping the tears from my face, and brushing my teeth I looked at the time. 3 o'clock, Owen hadn't come home for lunch, he must have had a busy day. Afterward, I smoothed my dress back out I left to check on London again. Poor thing was in dire need of a diaper change, which I took care of immediately. Then I walked over and pulled on a pair of tiny little black G-sting panties of my own, before going back to London picking her up and spending the rest of the day playing with her.

Owen remarked on how much larger my belly looked when he got home, and indeed it did, I looked to be properly 6 month pregnant now with all that cum in there with the baby.

Ben came over every morning during the week for an hour from that day forward, and I would fuck his brains out as the baby grew bigger and bigger in my belly. Then I would fuck Owen when he came home for lunch whenever he had time. The afternoon was always a mix of the boys, Ted, Greg, Jess, and Randy; it would sometime be 1 or 2 or 3 and rarely all 4 in the same day. They all got girlfriends or had girlfriends which would demand their time as well, but with free and willing pussy available they never stopped coming, and cuming.

The summer passed by and the boys started college, and as the winter set in as well as my final few months of pregnancy Ted and Randy and Greg lost interest and quit coming by, Jess however, stopped, but with the reassurance that he would come back around April when I had time to recover from the pregnancy for my promised deep penetration fuck.

February came around and so did my due date and I gave birth to a strong 6 pound baby boy I named Harold, after his father. Owen thought it was a kind gesture to name him after his grandfather, poor Owen I wish he was the grandfather.



Daughter of Frigg Ch. 06-08



The Daughter of Frigg - Chapter 06 07 08

The Goddess Frigg

We spend four years in Florida before we moved and my indiscretions heaped upon themselves to such an extent that those that knew of my double life started calling me, Frigg after the Goddess. From what I have read the Goddess Frigg was a protector of marriage, and I have always tried to protect my marriage and loved ones even in the steps of betrayal I have so brazenly taken at times. Frigg was a Goddess of mother's and motherhood but it doesn't ever stipulate that those children had to be the husbands, and she was obviously fertile and very - very sexual as am I. But most likely, they just referred to me as Frigg because I was a mother with children in the next room while servicing them.

The only thing I did right was somehow not get an STD.

Ben never left me alone for those four years even when I begged that he stop, that Owen and I were finally trying for a child of our own in October of 2003. It didn't stop him and to be honest I don't know who the father is or didn't until recently. In March of 2004 we moved to Washington State where we still reside, and that July I gave birth to a healthy 6 pound baby girl we named Mical.

Since we had only ever thought we wanted was three children Owen and I started talking about whom of us should get fixed, Mical was five months old when in December I found out that I was pregnant again, this time definitely with Owen's child. In August of 2005 I gave birth to a healthy baby girl I named Laurel and a few months later had a tubule ligation effectively sterilizing myself at the age of 25.

As I start this Journal it's now February of 2012 now, London, my first child and daughter by Jamal will be 11 years old in May. My son, Harold, named after his father, is now 9 years old. Mical is now 6 and Laurel is 5.

After we left Montana Owen didn't speak to his mother again for 10 years. In the last three they made amends and we go and visit every few months. It was great, the last seven years I have finally been the wife Owen deserved all along. Last month the kids and Owen went to Montana while I was taking care of my mom who lives close by, and apparently Suzanne finally told him of just some of the things Harold had done what he was capable of and alleged that he had sexually molested his new wife's daughter as well as having possibly molested his sister.

Owen called right after his conversation with his mother, "Megan, do you remember when we lived dad in Rock Springs?"

"Yea," I answered nonchalantly, "what about it?"

"Do you remember that condom with all the holes poked in it?" Owen continued.

My throat seized and my heart physically ached as I answered, "Yea..."

"Honey, you didn't have sex with Dad, did you?" Owen asked timidly.

"NO! Of course not," I lied, "I wouldn't do that to you, especially after a prior history."

"Ok, well do you remember have any strange dreams or anything," Owen pressed.

"No not really, Honey what's going on why are you asking about that time now," I asked.

"Oh, I was talking to mom and she told me some stuff about their divorce and dad and what he is capable of and well, I wouldn't put it past him to rape you in your sleep is all," Owen explained, "and, we have our history as well so I had to ask is all. Also dad mostly had boys and I have had mostly girls, well the three that are mine."

I was surprised as my eyes suddenly welled up with tears and my heart ached so badly as I put my hand over my mouth and tried to cover my grief and whimpered, "Yea, but you did have one boy, so obviously you can have boys too."

"Yea it's just, I know how hard you slept in those days," Owen continued, "I once made love to you myself when you were on your side and you never woke. What I know about dad now, if he had wanted to he could have and you may have never known."

"Then why bother with a condom with holes," I asked shakily.

"I don't know that's what made me think that maybe you had slept with him," Owen explained, "and that possibly he had tried to get you pregnant without you knowing. Do you think that we should get a paternity test?"

"No," I snapped determinedly, trying not let the fact that ice chilled my veins and my heart was suddenly in my throat be heard in my voice, "I would rather not know if such a thing had happened. Besides what use would it be now, you are Harold's father or at least the only father he has ever known."

"Yea – I understand, I am not sure I would want to know either," Owen answered.

I suddenly started breathing again, unconscious that I had been holding it in, as my body began to shake uncontrollably while we talked some more about what the kids were up to and what I was up to and if they were having fun. When we finally finished I went to the guest bedroom and wept.

As it turned out Harold's appendix burst a few weeks after they got back, and they thought he may have bad kidneys too. The result was that the doctors tested the whole family for compatibility as donors.

Sitting in the room given for Harold a new doctor came in with tests results, "Well the test's show Mrs. Risman that even though compatible genetically as his mother you are not compatible because of you blood type, but Mr. Risman you however are the closest match genetically as his brother and your blood types are the same."

My heart caught in my throat, I felt like I was going to feint, as I rushed to the bathroom to puke.

"Say what," Owen asked incredulous.

"Um – that of Harold's mother – your sister and you, you are the best donor for Harold as his brother unless we can get your father to come in and let us do a test on him," the Doctor reiterated nervously, "Is there a problem?"

"Just a little," Owen answered very calmly, "Do you mind if we talk outside."

"Sure, yea," the Doctor agreed, wiping my face I raced to the door but didn't follow, I just listened.

"Do you still have samples of the girls DNA," Owen asked.

"Yea."

"Why weren't any of them compatible," Owen asked.

"Well Mr. Risman, they were all close having the same mother, but none of them have the same father which would be only part of the problem but their blood types don't match either."

"So how am I the best donor as the brother," Owen asked sharply.

"Well that's because we only test first for blood type and then we do the HLA test which matches antigens. We test six antigens crucial for transplants, as a child we inherit three of these antigens from each parent. All the child and Mrs. Risman had three matching antigens but different blood types. You also had two matching antigens with Harold and the same blood type."

"I think I understand," Owen continued, "So do you do paternity test's?"

"Yes."

"Good, I need you to do one for me," Owen, "You see that woman in there is not my sister she is my wife, and if what you say is correct – then Harold is my father's child, can you your tests be accurate enough to distinguish paternity between close relatives?"

"Yea sure, we can do awesome things with paternity tests now."

"Great, I want you to test all the children to see if I am their father," Owen said warmly, "Oh also I don't  think the father will be available for testing for the transplant or paternity."

"That's not a problem."

Owen let the man go and came back in the room. I ran to my seat beside Harold and tried to look innocent.

Owen came over to the opposite side of the bed from me and rested his hand on Harold's head.

"So you knew, Harold was dad's son. Don't refute it you reaction was all the evidence needed," Owen proclaimed.

"No, you are his father," I answered shakily, "The best and only father he has ever known, no matter who got me pregnant."

"But you knew," Owen raised his voice to a harsh whisper, "You knew from the start that he was not my son. Why – why would you not tell me, even all these years later when I asked a few weeks ago?! No wait don't answer that I know the answer! I am such a fool, you where fucking him weren't you – the whole time in Rocksprings. The condom was him trying to get you pregnant because you were making him wear condoms!"

Slumping I wept quietly as I nodded my head in admission, there was nothing I could say to easy what I had done.

"Why would you do such a thing, you're sick," Owen spat, "You sicken me!"

My silent cries turned to heaving sobs as I looked up and tried to explain, "The night your brother forced me to have sex with him – when I left your father was their when I opened the garage door to leave and come back to the house. I tried to explain – I didn't want to have sex with Ben – I had only wanted you. That we had been having sex and Ben had caught us and blackmailed me into that situation. I begged for him not to condemn me – us – I begged that he not say anything about it. He said he wouldn't if I had sex with him too, so I did. When we moved back I didn't want to go back to Montana I wanted us to live in Oregon with my mother. I never told you because I thought that it would be the last straw in our fragile marriage after Jamal, and also I knew you would have your father just like you hate your brother now. When you decided that we should go back to Montana and then we had to move to Rock Springs – he knew I hadn't told of what he did to me because you would still talk to him, and I was afraid that confessing then would result in you leaving me still. So head blackmailed me again into having more sex with him."

Owen just stood there looking at me with a hard accusing stare.

After several minutes he asked, "Are any of them mine?"

Sputtering drool and tears into my lap I answered for the first time truthfully, "Laurel is yours, she the only one I know for sure. Mical may be I don't know, and London is Jamal's."

"I should have gotten the paternity test then with London," Owen spat, "The only reason I didn't was because..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

"Why is it you don't know if Mical is mine," Owen asked instead.

"Because when we moved back to Florida your father told Ben about himself and me," I whined my body shaking, my muscles twitching as I gripped my sons hand for support, "and when you started working for the cable company he came over and said he would tell you all about it if I didn't do everything he wanted me to do."

"So Mical is either his or my child," Owen asked sharply.

"She looks so much like you two, I think so, but it could be any of his friends as well."

"Shit just how many people were you screwing," Owen shrieked hysterically now.

"You don't want to know," I whimpered softly.

"How many and for how long," Owen screamed.

I wept openly my face a mess as I looked up at him through my long curly locks off chocolate hair I had grown out for him nearly waist length half of it I swear in my mouth mixed with tears and snot as I wailed, "Four years, almost all four years we were there Ben started before I had even given birth to Harold and it never stopped the entire time."

"How many," Owen screamed again tears of pain streaming down his face.

"I don't know," I wailed back, before continuing in a whisper, "maybe fifty different people, many were repetitive, it could me more or less I don't know."

Owen didn't say anything he just lowered his head to the bed and silently shook with his grief; the shakes had left me now – all I felt was numb. It was too much – I knew it, and I knew what would happen next.

"I have loved you all this time," Owen finally whispered after some time, "but I hate you now!"

It turned out that Harold didn't need any transplant which was good, but the damage to the family was unrecoverable. The paternity tests came back confirming that London was not Owen's, neither was Harold or Mical. Both were close matches meaning he was related to the fathers of the children. Laurel was the only child that was his.

We didn't discuss it with the children; all they knew was that within the week Owen served me divorce papers. 

We had spent the last eight years living by the skin of our teeth moving from apartment to apartment on Owen's single income or mine. We had never worked simultaneously to save money on daycare and a belief that we should raise our kids not the daycare system. It came as a shock to Owen when we split my secret account of almost half a million dollars I had earned secretly prostituting to the four young men that had raped me and their friends those four years.

With the money now openly available Owen wanting to stay close to the kids stayed in Washington State but moved out of town onto 20 acres, to his disgruntlement I moved out very close to him.

With adjacent properties the kids could see him as much as the wanted.

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Finding Happiness

The divorce and everything to do with it as well as buying my property with a nice home on it took roughly eight months. During that time my work needed me to go to Atlanta Georgia to train for a new position.

I don't know why but I decided to Google search Michelle and Kathrin and I found them. I'm not sure what I was expecting but I was too scared to call them so I drove to their home to see them in person. They didn't live were they had been all those years ago, rather it was a nice large older home in the suburbs of Smyrna. 

I knocked on the rustic red door to the otherwise taupe and brown brick home I waited for several minutes before I knocked again.

Disheartened I turned to leaves when a dark grey dodge caravan pulled into the driveway. I hesitated letting the van pull up before I started to retrace my step back down the drive to my rental car. As I walked closer to the van the sliding doors opened and three young girls and a boy hopped out of the van. Two of the girls were as dark as black porcelain, identical twins with green-grey hazel eyes. The other boy and girl have perfect mocha skin, the boy had green-brown hazel eyes and black wavy hair, and the girl had green-grey hazel eyes and curly golden-blond hair. All four looked to be about 10, between London's and Harold's ages.

An older woman heavier set with wide hip a thick middle and a generous bosom got out of the driver side and skirted the van as the children approached and past me with a "Hello!" then went inside their home.

"Hello there," the older woman greeted, "Can I help you?"

Turning from watching the children go inside I looked the women up and down and noticed that her eyes where a remarkable green-brown hazel.

"I'm sorry I must have the wrong house," I apologized, "My name is Owen, Owen Risman, and I thought this was the home of Kathrin and Michelle Jamisen. I'm sorry have a good day."

I started to leave, convinced that I must have had the wrong house.

"Wait son," the older lady called and took my right hand before I could take another step, "This is Kathrin and Michelle's home. You have the right place. My name it Henrietta I am their mother, would you like to come in and have some tea?"

"I would very much," I answered warmly.

"Okay, just follow me, and I will get us some tea and those kids situated and you will tell me what brings you by to visit," Henrietta stated as she walked past me leading the way.

As I turned to go in a timid figure opened the passenger door of the van and got out, catching my attention I turned back to see Kathrin. She stood there her hair still so long it reached the bottom of her buttocks while pulled up in a ponytail. Her breast were even larger now than when I met her, at least G-cups or H-cups, her waist was maybe 25" or so now, and her hips and ghetto booty looked to be the same 43" of course I couldn't be sure without actually getting a measuring tape, and honestly I didn't care. Her hazel eyes never left mine as I turned to face her. Her face was a study of conflicting emotions as shock and sadness and elation all played for control, as I slowly started to walk back to her. My heart felt like it would beat its way out of my chest or seize all together. I was 24 when I had met her and Michelle, and loved them both. I am now 37 so much time had passed, 13 years. Each step felt quicker as we closed on each other until we were in each other's arms both of us shaking with emotion. 

"I knew you would come back," Kathrin softly whispered into my shoulder, as she tried to squeeze the life out of me.

"I am a fool – I should have never left," I cried into her hair.

We stood there for a long time, a long – long time, Henrietta having gone inside, and wept and hugged and kissed.

"I'm so sorry," I kept repeating, while Kathrin responded, "It's alright," with a girlish giggle and a tightening of her hug.

When the kids came out and started staring at us we broke our embrace though Kathrin wouldn't release my hand nor I hers.

"Owen this is, Jonah, my son," Kathrin pointed the boy, "and Mikayla my daughter. They are twins though they have different birth days. Jonah was born at 11:30 pm February 4, 2002, and Mikayla was at 12:13 am February 5, 2002."

"Hello there," I greeted warmly with a shake of the hand and a hug for each of them knowing instinctively they were my children.

"This is L'oréal, Michelle's daughter," Kathrin introduced, "She is the oldest by five minutes."

L'oréal was identical to sister the only difference I could see right off was that she wore her hair the longest, all the way to bottom of her buttocks just as her mother had when I had seen her last.

"And this is Heather Brianna," Kathrin presented, "both were born Febuary 4th as well."

"Kids this is Owen," Kathrin finished.

"Mom why are you holding his hand," Jonah asked inquisitively, "Is he your boyfriend?"

Kathrin and I looked at each other for a moment summing each other's feelings.

"If he wants to be," Kathrin said hopefully.

"Yes," I declared plainly before starting to lead Kathrin into her own home, then had a wicked idea, "Kids, tell me has your mom had a lot of boyfriends?"

A shocked "Uh" came from Kathrin while Jonah was the first to answer, "Nope."

"Never," said Mikayla.

"Nope," agreed L'oréal simultaneously, while Heather Brianna gave the most shocking answer, "No, and mommy either, they just tell us about our dad, and say they are waiting for him to come back."

My heart both warmed and hurt for how long it took me to come back, at how much I had missed of this kids – my children's – youth from infancy I had missed. They turned and went in while Kathrin and I hung back.

"You never dated after me," I asked incredulous.

"No," Kathrin answered directly.

"Why did you lie to me, had I known I would have come back," I asked in a whisper.

"Because we never gave you the chance to deal with Megan on your own, and you are married," Kathrin explained.

"Was married," I corrected.

Then Kathrin continued with a reassured smile and a squeeze to my hand, "We eliminated ourselves from the equation and hoped you would choose us, though Michelle knew that you would take responsibility for London even if she was not your child."

"I wish I hadn't," I confessed, "I wish I had come right back here to you both. I have wasted so much time when I could have been here with you all."

 As we entered the house Henrietta met us in the living room.

"So, Kathrin is he the one," She asked bluntly.
Kathrin just smiled broadly and nodded.

"Girl you know you better call your sister," Henrietta chided, then looked at me, "Boy where in God's green earth have you been?"

"I was lost Ma'am, but now I am found," I answered smoothly.

Kathrin called Michelle and told her that she needed to come home but didn't tell her why. 

Michelle couldn't get off work early so we all waited impatiently.

Kathrin sat hip-to-hip to me on her mother's couch and held my hand the whole time and never let go, and would for no obvious reason other than to reassure herself that I was indeed there, squeeze my hand; when the children asked about it she would just say that she would explain when Michelle got home.




Daughter of Frigg Ch. 06-08



It turned out that both Kathrin and Michelle worked to support themselves their children and had since I had left moved back home since twins each was just too much for them by themselves. Their mother and father had been a great help raising the children, but their father had died two years ago and their mother had never been in the work force at all. It all made me sad and proud at the same time, sad for the circumstances I had caused them to go though, and proud that they had weathered their storms so gracefully.

We sat and talked for hours, Henrietta digging out of me most of what I had been doing for the past 11 years and a little of the circumstances that had befallen my marriage and divorce recently. I didn't want to get to gruesome so I kept a lot of details back. What I did share was that my marriage was over, that Megan had cheated on me, and that I was in town for work and had thought to see how old friends were and try to reconnect.

Time slipped away as we talked and before we knew it 5:30 came and so did Michelle in a hurry as Kathrin met her at the door and fielded her questions about what was going on. Where the kids ok, and other typical motherly worries when you get call saying to come home ASAP. Kathrin beamed a smile she could not hold back as she led her sister to the living room.

I stood in the center of the room, oddly nervous despite the friendly atmosphere and conversation we had for most of the day. When Michelle came into the room her eyes immediately found the new person in the room and met mine. She stopped in her tracks as like her sister her emotions fought for control of her face, shock and joy and uncertainty.

"Hello, Michelle it's good to see," I began warmly.

Despite the years and the uniform she wore, she was still amazingly beautiful. Her long straight ebon hair was grown to the small of her back. Her onyx eyes were as sharp and clear and joyful. Her breasts were much larger now than before closer to Double – D's. Her waist was disguised looked close to 26", and her hips had widened with her child bearing being as wide as her sister's maybe a little larger 43" to 44" wide.

"You – came back," Michelle finally said after a long silence, as Kathrin moved forward bridging the gap her right hand holding Michelle's  and reaching with her left for my right hand and pulling me across the room until we were all three of us together in a tight threesome hug.

Kathrin backed out after a few minutes and let me and Michelle embrace just each other. It was more than Michelle could emotionally hold in as I wrapped her in my arms as she shook and squeezed and cried into my shoulder.

"Best day ever," She finally declared warmly.

"I couldn't agree more," I whispered back, "I am so sorry, I wish I had known about the babies, I would have come back."

"We..."

"Shhhh," I interrupted, "I wish with all my heart I had returned even if you had lost the babies."

Turning to Kathrin, caught up in the emotion of the moment, I pulled her into the group hug again and whispered to both of them, "I have been gone way too long but I am here now if you will have me, I promise I will never leave you again, I will always be faithful, and I will always love you."

"We have never loved anyone but you," Michelle answered.

"I have been waiting 11 years for you to ask me that," Kathrin giggled, "Of course I will have you with all my heart and all my loyalty!"

"Then," I started as I knelt down on both knees, "I know I can only marry one of you legally but will you both marry me spiritually, with your mother's blessing?"

"Oh son," Henrietta gasped, "What you do is sacrilege - Sacrilege! - but I know I couldn't stop those girls from marrying you – or loving you! From my view point they have been married to you in their hearts since they met you, and even though I don't agree with this arrangement I can't with hold my blessing as long as you are a good man, husband and father!"

"I promise, with all my heart," I assured with a smile as I turned back to the two most beautiful ladies in my life.

Michelle and Kathrin looked at their mother in consternation then with beaming smiles said yes in unison. After much discussion it was decided that the one I would marry legally would be decided the same way that our first evening had been, by the toss of a coin.

I was not trusted this time to be impartial so Henrietta tossed the coin as Kathrin called out "Tails" and Michelle called out "Heads".

When Henrietta caught it and checked it she smirked and announced, "Heads!"

Hugging them both we called the kids in and told them the news, as well as both Michelle and Kathrin reintroducing me to them as their father. They had a lots of questions some of them funny, but most of them awkward. Either way I finally got to hug them all close and try to squeeze all the years of missed hugs into them as I told them how proud I was of them and how beautiful they were.

The next morning I went and purchased two engagement and wedding rings and a wedding ring for me. In a special little ceremony with all the immediate family around us we tied our bands together with stings and spoke our oaths to each other then slipped our bands on each other's fingers, I started the circle by putting Kathrin's band on her finger she in turn put Michelle's on her finger, and Michelle put my ring on my finger. The thread symbolized our unity to each other, all three of us tied to each other until death. With long kisses for each of them we then left and went back to Kathrin's room, and while with a grin Grandma took the kids out for a mid-morning brunch, Michelle Kathrin and I consummated our love like we had in the beginning - together.

I wasn't the only one who went to town this morning, as I took Michelle and Kathrin into the room I got to unwrap my presents. Both stood before me in long cream form fitting wedding dresses. They were not identical women even though they loved the same man and each dress reflected the each individual woman's personality and complimented her body.

Kathrin wore an amazing strapless vintage inspired Chantilly lace dress that caressed her breasts like a fine piece of lace just clinging to the soft incline of her voluptuous H-cup breasts before smashing them together in large mocha cleavage softly incasing them before V'ing to a floral sash that cinched her small 25" waist before floating over and accentuating her curvaceous hips and a buttocks.

Michelle wore a beautiful vintage satin gown with soft tulle cap sleeves and a plunging neckline and back that accented her stunning ebon skin against the cream gown. It sculpted to her Double-D breasts and small 26" waist and caressed her shapely 44" hips and apple bottom.

The wrapping was wonderful, the present inside was even more so as I took turns, first Michelle then Kathrin, unzipping and setting their dresses across chairs in the room before turning to see both ladies in satin cream push-up bras, G-sting panties, and garter belts attached to cream thigh-highs and 4" high heels. Their mocha and ebon skin shined like the cream satin they wore, as again by turn I slowly peeled only their panties over their broad hips down their thighs to their heels and off before balling each up and putting them in my pockets.

As I was kneeling down before each of them to take their panties, I kissed the soft shaved smooth skin of first a mocha camel-toe and then an ebon camel-toe before I stood up and Kathrin and Michelle started to undress me, Kathrin taking my coat as Michelle unbuttoned my shirt, then Kathrin returned to claim my pants as I toe'd my shoes off.

Once undressed as we made love as we did on our very first night together. I lay down on the bed and Kathrin mounted my throbbing prick and slowly slid its 8" into and up her pink pussy until like I had plugged into her, her warm pussy guided my mushroom cap to her cervix mound that then inserted into my dick lips and then began rocking her hips. Michelle came over and planted her dark brown pussy and ass on my face. I kissed her thighs to her external labia, up and down her internal labia and vulva drink her nectar as I tickled her clitoris and nosed her vagina before licking down to her vagina for more nectar and up over her perineum and up the dark valley of her firm round ass cheeks while skimming over and tickling with my tongue her smooth rectum before returning to her moistening pussy. As Kathrin revved up her pumping of her warm pussy up and down my rod to a frenzied smashing, I tickled more aggressively at Michelle's clit and vagina as her nectar began to gush into my mouth as I sucked on her whole pussy now drink her climatic discharge as she moaned her release. I could feel my own climax building Kathrin wailed and bucked until she hit her finally and ground her pussy down into my pelvis thrust my head hard into her cervix as it pushed down my urethra all the way to my quivering muscle as my balls sent there creamy semen spurting through her small cervical opening and into her womb. This time when Michelle dismounted after her climax, Kathrin got up and we changed to her bending over the bed as I rammed her from behind.

For the next fifteen minutes I pumped Kathrin to another huge orgasm as I pushed as deep as I could into her warm hole, pushing at her cervical spire, softening it until it would open for my hot seed as I shot two more loads into her womb over the next hour.

When we wound down for a rest Kathrin moved to the side of the bed Michelle vacated closing her thighs and winding her ankles about themselves so that she locked in all of my precious gift.

Exhausted, Michelle and I lay together on our sides facing each other I recovered. Our fingered played down each other bodies as I kissed her luscious full lips pulling her close as I nibbled at her bottom lips then her top, but her bottom lip was my favorite. Out tongues danced in each other's mouths as we kissed, then pulling away to kiss down her jaw line to just below her ear, my favorite part of a woman's jaw, down neck feeling her pulse under my lips as I kissed down to her clavicle before returning to her honeycomb lips. The next time I left her mouth I kissed down to her breasts, suckling and licking and blowing softly across her ebon nipples, wishing to feed on her chocolate milk. Then I kissed down to her belly caressing the soft curves of her femininity as I kissed at her naval. I kissed midway to her soft ebon camel-toe where I figured her womb would be, sending my love and blessing to her core in my desire to make a baby with her again, and then I returned to the soft maternal smiling lips of a woman that knew my desire and smiled back her desire as well. Our kiss was deep and profound as I slipped my reenergized penis into her warm scarlet embrace.

With each thrust my bulbous tip pushed against her donut like cervix its slight opening very noticeable as I pressed for entry, as her vaginal ribbing massaged at my muscle as she flexed her thighs and pelvis as I sawed in and out. Moaning softly Michelle began to grind her pussy against my pelvis as I scooped her knees up into the crook of my elbows and wrapped my arms around her thighs. Lifting her hips and generous booty off the bed as I drove directly into her pussy each thrust as deep as I could push, my balls slapping her ebony ass cheeks as lips of my head kissed her womb. Reaching with her right hand down her back and between her buttocks cheeks and grabbed my balls almost ruthlessly as she used her hand to buttocks cheeks to squeeze the cum right out of my sack as she sent me into and immediate orgasm. Thrusting as deep as I could my head hit her cervix and pressed in tight as my lips parted to spurt my creamy load through her donut hole into her womb.

Massaging my balls it felt like Michelle pressed my gems for all their cream in one continuous stream as she stimulated production and discharge.

Turning over on to her belly she brought her knees up and presented he ass as she looked back over her should at me as I slipped my dong back into her warm wet pussy and played with her dripping clit as she used her hands to grip and rubbing my balls between her curvy thighs. With her helpful kneading, I grabbed her voluptuous hips I piston her gushing pussy as she climaxed and released her pleasure wetting my balls as I continued to plunge her.

Kathrin seeing the pleasurable release reacted immediately so as to not waste her sisters discharge on soaking the bed sheets and comforter as she moved to put her head between my thighs and drink lap at my balls and her clit trying catch as much of Michelle's nectar in her mouth as she could. When Michelle came down from her climax her thighs shook as Kathrin tongued her clit even sliding up to lick at my dick as I pulled out and when I thrust back in licking in as far as she could before pulling back and sucking my full scrotum and gems into her mouth and sucking on them, kneading them with her tongue and softly chewing on my sack. This shortened my thrusts as I levered my organ so my head would grind firmly against Michelle's G-spot again. I lasted five more minutes before I shot another hot load of semen deep into Michelle's treasury. 

Tiring in the contorted position she had taken, Kathrin moved and stood to kiss me on the lips as I slammed her sister, while she caressed my chest and belly down to my shaved pelvis and prick with the other caressed my back and buttocks while Michelle took to kneading  my balls again. With all the stimulation I swear I could feel my balls swelling as they went into overdrive production. My organ never faltered, never wilted, it felt as if it would burst from its own engorgement as I hammered Michelle's vault.

Suddenly Michelle arched her back up and grabbed at my hands to hold her up. This changed her vagina so that it bent my rod curving up; my head grind hard on her g-spot as I thrust for her womb.

"Ohhh," Michelle moaned, "God this is good, Kathrin come lick at my pussy again! I am about to cum again!"

Kathrin moved this time underneath Michelle and began licking and sucking at her clit and vulva as I ground in and out.

"Ahhh," I groaned, "I am about to cum again, too!"

"Ahhhhh,"Michelle wailed as I felt the sudden fountain streams spray my sack before Kathrin planted her lips over Michelle's clit and urethra and gulped down the squirting clear nectar, saving her last mouthful to kiss and squirt into my mouth. It tasted like Michelle and Kathrin.

Kathrin and Michelle were never into each other, as in incest, they never kissed or sucked at each other's breasts. They never made love without me. Their interaction with each other was a sharing of me, we all ways made love together, and the fact that would periodically result in contact with each other's genitalia was more a matter of that sharing of our love and passion with each other and a common desire to not have squirt all over the bed every time we made love. We didn't always make love together either, each woman would get their time with me, individually where we could privately bask in each other's souls and talk about our personal hopes and dreams and desires, our love and our dislikes.

In the middle of Michelle's peaking climax my own hit with the brilliance of stars and firework in my head and a swaying drunkenly as I collapsed forward pushing Michelle into the bed thankfully vacated earlier by Kathrin as I lay a top Michelle my rod still imbedded to the hilt in her warm sheath with body sculpting over her vast booty as my head resting between her shoulder blades. Both breathing hard we rested there as residual semen continued to eject into Michelle's warm embrace and my organ started to shrink its way out.

Afterward, we went to the Justice of the Peace and with Henrietta and Kathrin and the children and were married in a quick simple legal ceremony with Henrietta and Kathrin as Michelle and my Witnesses in October of 2012.

The rest of my trip to Atlanta I spent with them in the house, and when the business trip ended I took my accumulated vacation time leave of absences time as we talked about what we would do and arranged our affairs.

It would have been so much easier for me to sell my property in Washington and just stay in Atlanta with Kathrin and Michelle and the kids – my kids, but I also had to think of the kids I had back in Washington. Yes three of them were not mine, but one was, and to London and Harold and Mical I was their father to them. It wasn't their fault what their mother had done; all they would think would be is that their father doesn't love them. They were my kids in my heart the ones I had raised from infancy. I could not give them up.

It would be hard and unpleasant at times, but I convinced Kathrin and Michelle to move out there with me. Not only them, Henrietta was going to come out so she could stay close to her grandchildren, and so she could smack me if I got out of line - whatever that means.

So three weeks later I was back in Washington in my house situating the master bedroom with a king size bed so that Kathrin and Michelle and I could all sleep together. L'oréal and Heather Brianna shared a large room, while Mikayla and Jonah got smaller separate rooms. Henrietta stayed behind to put her house in order then on the market. I think it was her way of giving us time to settle in as a family.

London and Harold and Mical and Laurel came over as soon as I got home, and I explained that I was remarried and introduced Kathrin and Michelle as well as L'oréal and Heather Brianna and Mikayla and Jonah. They were disappointed, they had hoped that Megan and I would reconcile. It was understandable, all children wish for their parents to be together. The uncomfortable part was explaining that L'oréal and Heather Brianna and Mikayla and Jonah were my children too, that I was their biological father. This brought up a lot of tough questions about me and my infidelity as well as Megan's. L'oréal and Heather Brianna and Mikayla and Jonah were in their eyes proof of my infidelity while we had kept from them that they with the exception of Laurel were proof of Megan's. It caused a lot of hurt feelings and London and Harold didn't come and visit for a several month's. When they did Megan came with them, she had lost weight, and her eyes were tired and hollow and unhappy. London and Harold apologized for avoiding me, and asked if they could visit. I, of course, was glad to see them, when they went in past me to visit with the rest of the family. Megan stood there and looked at me until the kids turned the corner.

"I told them the truth," Megan whispered, "I explained who their biological father's were and why. Anyway, just thought you should know, and also that I am so sorry, and – and I love you with all my heart still."

Kathrin and Michelle walked up just at that moment each with a swelled six month pregnant tummy.

When Megan caught sight of them both and her eyes widened and welled up with tears as she put a hand to her mouth and whispered, "Congratulations," before quickly turning and jogging away.

"What was that about," Kathrin asked mildly.

"Nothing," I responded as I watched Megan walk away. All I felt was a huge hole of sadness for her now. As much as I hated her for what she did to me, I had spent 15 years loving her, and to tell the truth there was still a part of me that did love her still and hated seeing her in so much pain.

Henrietta moved out a month later and we set her up in a nice manufactured home a few acres away.
Kathrin is pregnant with twins' again two girls this time, and Michelle is pregnant with a strong boy, and two strong girls and they are all due in August of 2013. 

Apparently both embryonic and platonic multiple fetus pregnancies run strongly in their family from both their mother and father side though Henrietta and her husband had not had twins. The family legacy was making up for that now in Kathrin and Michelle. 




Daughter of Frigg Ch. 06-08



Our life is strange and complex but I have two beautiful and loving wives and eight beautiful and engaging children with three more on the way, and who's to say we will stop there, I at least need one more from Kathrin for all things to be fair as well as have an even number of fourteen children.

I am happy with what I have and I hope the ones I love are happy in turn as well.

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Epilogue - Just deserts

Dad married the woman he cheated with mom on, and lived near his family until the scandal of him sexually molesting his wife's youngest daughter came out. Regrettably, no one reported it to the authorities but later on his wife cheated on him, and from the gossip, became a veritable petri dish of STD's which she swiftly gave to him – my they rot together forever.

I never spoke to him again. With myself living in Washington and him in Alabama I would have to settle for that instead of homicide.

Megan never really got her just deserts, she didn't date after we split up but she did have a couple of girlfriends, not the sexual type of girlfriends, which kept her company and exercises and supported her. She looked unhappy though and I saw her on more than one occasion staring over at our place or watching me as I drove by to or from work, and London or Harold or Mical or Laurel would sometimes mention that Momma missed me.

Maybe one day there will be some form of reconciliation between me and Megan, it's a long time off from now though.