5 comments/ 34575 views/ 5 favorites The Angel Next Door By: SEVERUSMAX Vicky Bali wasn't a normal resident of her small Ontario town. For one thing, most of her neighbors had lived in this part of the province for a good century or more. They were also generally Caucasian and members of some Christian sect or another. Well, her father was still a Hindu, proud of his Balinese heritage (from which he took a shorter and simpler name when he emigrated to Canada). Her mother, however, was Greek Orthodox, though she didn't regain her fervor until after the end of their 8 year marriage. In any case, neither of them was too strict with her, as she was the younger of their two children. She grew up more with her mom, even if she was very fond of her dad. Her brother Indra had been assigned to his father's primary custody, under the divorce settlement which intended for each child to have access to role models of their own gender. This avoided a bitter court dispute and psychological harm to the children. It seemed like a fair arrangement, too. Vicky was to learn better how to be a woman from her mom, and Indra was to be shown the example of his father when it came to manhood. There were plenty of people in the town who were nice and likeable, but Vicky stood out for her cheery nature. That didn't mean that she was always sunshine and light, but she tended to stay in good moods and avoid bad ones easier than most in her community. No one hated Vicky, at least on the surface. She was an outgoing, friendly, and upbeat kind of gal. She wasn't a perfect girl, of course. She lacked drive, motivation, and any kind of real ambition or sense of direction in life. She liked to spend her days chatting, helping people, and having fun. This included mischief, but it was usually the harmless kind. The old expression, "wouldn't hurt a flea," fit no one better than Vicky. She tended to pout and whine sometimes, but only when she had already charmed the person in question. It was mostly her passive-aggressive, non-confrontational way of getting people to do things for her. Since she had a big heart, however, she didn't usually think of herself long enough to be a real nuisance with the whining. It was just a matter of when she really had a strong desire for something, more than was usually true. That was about as close to nagging or bullying as she got, so it never gained her a bad reputation. The summer after Vicky turned 13, a brand new neighbor moved into town. His age wasn't really clear, nor was his sexuality. People were very confused and uncertain about him, so naturally rumors flew across the neighborhood. For one thing, he lived completely alone, and he had plenty of liquid cash. His job, on the other hand, was well known. He had opened the town's third pub, and it did very well once he got his liquor license. Vicky met him in person a week after he moved into his new house, a fairly decent Tudor-style home. Unlike several on her street who found the new resident a bit nerve-wracking, she wanted to give him a fair chance before being cold to him. It didn't seem fair to her to prejudice herself against him for the vague reasons given by her neighbors. The only specific excuse anyone had given was that he was an American, but that was hardly a good cause for mistrusting him, was it? "Hi, there. Are you Robert Sebastian?" she asked him, having heard his name, but wanting a pretext to introduce herself. "Yes, I am. What's your name, young lady?" he answered, as he took his trash to the street. "Victoria Bali, but everyone calls me Vicky," she smiled at him, once more using her charm. "Well, Vicky, call me Robert. I would say Bob, but it doesn't fit a surname like mine. I guess that you're enjoying summer break, right?" he teased her, trying to be nice to this neighbor who wasn't as distant with him. "True, but it never lasts long enough. You have a pub, don't you?" "Yes, it's the new one, and should do fine once the liquor board approves me. I've always wanted to run a bar, excuse me, pub. I'm still used to the American term," Robert explained. "Think that you'll still be running it when I'm old enough to drink?" she needled him. "I imagine so. That would be, what, 6 or 7 years? I'm guessing that you're around 12 or 13. Hell, I'll even make your first drink on the house, if you're still as friendly as you are now," he grinned. "For me? Well, it's a good thing that I like people, isn't it? I'm thirteen, by the way. But, thank you, and I will hold you to that," the teenager winked at him. "By all means, as I am a man of my word," Robert flirted back. There was no way that he would ever make any moves on a girl her age, but that didn't keep him from enjoying her coquettish routine. Besides, flirting with an adolescent girl helped her feel pretty and reduced her insecurity. As long as he didn't try to seduce her at such a young age, they should be fine. Whatever his quarrels with puritanical sex laws, Robert Sebastian was used to the age of consent in his own country. He had no idea that the laws were more liberal in Canada, of course. Then again, he had been around for a long time, and he had learned the value of patience. It certainly occurred to him that Vicky might make a great lover someday, but she would need time and growth to reach the kind of maturity needed to be his girl. No matter how great a person she might be, 13 was far too young for a serious romance. Even if he had known that he could legally have sex with a 14 year old girl, he had no desire to knock her up and cause her to fail her classes. Sex was fun, for certain, but it could be experienced later. One would only be in junior high and get to enjoy those years once. He wanted the girl to have her chance to learn and experience things like the prom. He could keep it in his pants where she was concerned for a few years. None of that got in the mind of a nearly constant flirtation between the older man and the young lady. They spent a great deal of time together, and in that respect, the constant questions about Robert's sexuality helped out. Whatever her misgivings about same-sex encounters, Mrs. Bali would feel a lot safer if her daughter was with a man that she thought to be gay. Nor was her trust abused. Robert was a great mentor and friend to Vicky, always maintaining enough boundaries to let everyone be cool with their apparently platonic relationship. He consoled her when she was hurt by boys whom she liked, which happened increasingly, despite her sweet nature. There were, sadly, plenty of youths who didn't mind breaking her heart and taking advantage of her kindness. They treated her as a doormat in some cases, and he often encouraged her to confront them about it. Vicky being Vicky, of course, she wasn't able to do too much in the way of confrontation, and that was admittedly part of her appeal to Robert. She wasn't shy. She was smart, fun-loving, and easygoing. That was just how she was, the butterfly type, who charmed and helped people. That was her way, to be lively and playful, as well as very compassionate. As for Robert, there were always rumors about him, even 5 years after he had arrived in town. There were men and women leaving his house in the morning every other day. All of them seemed to be happy, so that was never a problem. He never lied to any of his partners about his lecherous ways. Male or female, he was good to them, and they never pressured him for a commitment. For one reason or another, he didn't want to settle down, and they all accepted his inclinations. The neighbors grumbled a bit about him at times, but he was otherwise a cool guy. Several folks didn't like that he was mysterious in some ways, but it often added to his appeal with many people. One could talk to him in the pub and not feel as if he judged him. Then again, that was the barkeep's trick. It was an old trade secret, to be a friend to all patrons and listen more than talk. Since he didn't have to say much himself, he learned far more about others than they did about him. Admittedly, he never took on a Canadian accent or local figures of speech. He was still the resident "Yank", a bit exotic or strange by definition. For some, that made him suspicious. For others, it just plain made him interesting. Sometimes, he felt as if he was almost an unofficial ambassador. For his part, Robert really embraced the idea that there wasn't all that much of a difference between Americans and Canadians. Aside from spelling and some political things, he might as well have been living in parts of Michigan or upstate New York most of the time. When she was 16, Vicky started to notice that her feelings about Robert had grown more serious, but she didn't know what to say or do about it. For whatever reason, he hadn't made any moves on her, and she wasn't sure if he just flirted with her for fun or there was something more to it. She was tired of the chumps that she dated in high school, and really wanted a grown man already. It was one thing if she had been very ambitious and wanted a corporate career, but she didn't. She would love nothing more than to stay with a man and belong to him. For that reason, Vicky had refused to do anything more than hand jobs and oral sex for her boyfriends. She was still a virgin, because she had decided that losing it was a one-time event and she didn't want to miss the chance to experience it with Robert. If anyone could teach her about sex and make her enjoy it more the first time, it would be him. None of her relationships lasted, but now she started to break them off herself. She wasn't all that assertive in general, nor was she mean about it. She just couldn't bring herself to string a boy along. When she reached 18, after 2 years of indecision, she realized that it was time to start opening up more to Robert about the one thing that she had hidden from him: her infatuation with her mature, handsome neighbor. Would he understand about this, and what would happen with them? Would he agree to bed her, and if so, under what conditions? "Robert, can we talk about something private?" she told him at last, on the first day of her summer holiday, after graduating from high school. "Vicky, you know we can always do that. What is the matter? Are you upset about something? Is it a boy?" he probed, not really sure, and doubting that his attraction to her was truly reciprocated. "Not really," she smiled, keeping him in suspense as she flirted again. "Okay, a girl, then?" he taunted her in their usual, light-hearted way. "No, don't be silly! It's a man," she grinned, but with a look in her eyes that was unmitigated lust. It wasn't really a game, anymore. She would win his heart, eventually, she had resolved by now. "Lucky bastard! I hope that he doesn't act like a fool and hurt you like those other morons," Robert blurted, unaware of what she meant. "I'm glad that you think that way, since the guy in question is you," Vicky announced, much to her host's complete shock. "Cat got your tongue, Robert?" she asked, and then kissed him with her usual enthusiasm. "Oh, God, baby, I don't know what to tell you! Well, I should be honest. I'll lay my cards on the proverbial table here. You deserve as much from me, since you apparently have feelings for me. I care too much about you to hide what you need to know from you. "Alright, for the record, there are some things that I haven't told even you. Relevant facts, which you need to understand before jumping into a relationship with the likes of me, especially since we can't be sure that it would last. I've seen others hurt you, and they had the excuses of ignorance and immaturity, which I don't possess. I would be remiss if I didn't enlighten you before we started, and thus allowed our union to begin with false pretenses. "The first one shouldn't shock you too much. I am not, and never will be, a one-woman man. Neither romantically nor sexually can I restrict myself to one lady, or one man, for that matter. That brings me to the second part. I am bisexual. I like both men and women, though I am far more partial to your sex than my own. This is not negotiable, and it is part of why I have not entered into many relationships. I will not lie to a girl about my intentions, and then have to choose between frustration and deceit. "I also consider myself obliged to reveal that I have strong feelings for you as well. Make no mistake about that, since you've been candid and sincere with me. I care about you, very much. I haven't done anything with you, since you're much younger than me. I kept it in my pants, and reminded myself that if we happened to get together when you reached 18, that will be nice, but I could wait and see what happened until then. "There is something else that you deserve to know, Vicky. This is something that I don't even tell my casual partners, because it doesn't really impact them, well, outside of meaning that I can't catch any STDs or HIV. Which, logically, means that I can't spread either, too. Alright, try to be open-minded. I don't mention this to anyone, and I'd rather that you kept my secret as well. I am trusting you with this, as one friend to another, and also as a man who is very fond of you. "I'm not human, in any real sense of the word. I will bet that was the last thing that you believed about me, that I am something else, but it's true. I'd never lie to you about something like this, simply to impress you or make up something entertaining. What I am, for lack of a better description that humans can understand, is an angel. One of the Nephilim, to be exact. I am semi-divine, a Demigod, in a sense. I'm just not a full-fledged Deity, but I worked for one. "So, my dear Vicky, I think that you can see why it would be difficult for us. I would love to be with you, but I don't know if you can handle all of the consequences. I need to be sure that you don't have any regrets or resentment before we could become a couple," Robert explained, bracing himself for her possible reactions to this stunning and earth-shattering news. Vicky would have gone pale, if her swarthy complexion had allowed her. She knew that Robert was strange, in an exciting, appealing way. She accepted that he cultivated a sense of mystery about himself. She was even aware that he had superhuman levels of charisma and energy, but she just thought that he was a rare man with spectacular fitness and magnetism. She had no concept of him being literally almost a God. Then again, it made mind-numbing sense, as it explained everything from his reason for moving to Canada to his abnormal personality and wisdom. It even solved the riddle of why he had never tried to find someone who could accept him, as well as why he was so rich and benevolent. "Um...Robert, I am completely thrown by this, but I still believe you. It explains much that I didn't understand about you, and I know that you wouldn't lie to me. It certainly doesn't make me love you any less. On the contrary, I am impressed that you would open up about something so extreme, so...supernatural. "So, you're an angel? Does that mean that you've met God? How does it work, I mean, in Heaven? I gather it exists, right? And what did you mean about consequences and regrets? I'd never resent you for a choice that I made for myself. I might not be the toughest girl in the world, but I can accept some responsibility for my own fate," Vicky reacted with some confusion, not surprisingly. "You're very wise, and probably stronger in some ways than you credit yourself. You're definitely not a normal girl your age, which shouldn't surprise me. I think that is part of our mutual attraction. I appreciate your trust and faith in me, Vicky. I take it that I can rely on you to keep my secret, then? "Well, to be exact, the truth of the celestial realm isn't as simple as it is portrayed by most theologians or ministers. For instance, there is more than one God. In fact, there is an entire race of them, and my father is part of that species. There is no devil, either, but there are demons. I am the son of Odin, well, one of them. Yes, my father was the most important of the Norse Gods. "He is, sadly, dead now. One of Jehovah's archangels, Michael, killed him. It wasn't easy. The only way to kill a God is to prevent metamorphisis, that is changing of shape. When that happens, a God dies and what remains of him or her becomes a demon. The sick thing is that Michael also usurped my father's place in the reverence of the warriors of my people. That happened before Odin's death, so it was especially hard on him. He tried to regain the worship and prayers of the Norman people, but it never happened. "You see, I am originally from Normandy in France. I think that my father retained some affection for my fellow Normans, so he sired a boy on a peasant girl who secretly still rejected the White Christ. Not all Normans turned Christian at once, at least unofficially. Some of us were still Vikings at heart. My mother reluctantly allowed me to be baptized, so as to avoid hardship for me, but I never truly believed in it. She made sure of that. She said that my father was Odin, and I found out later that she told the truth. "I briefly got to know Odin, when he prevented me from joining the expedition to Sicily, which as a young man held some appeal as adventure. He informed me that it would be better to battle for him, for my father. He made me one of his angels, as I already had his divine blood in me. I fought for him long enough to see him die at Michael's hands, too young and inexperienced to be able to prevent it. "Since then, I have been something of a free agent, a rogue angel of sorts. I don't work for the other Gods. I do my own thing, seeking retribution against Michael and Jehovah. The advantage to that is that no one can predict what I'll do and warn them. The disadvantage is that I always have to keep one step ahead of El Shaddai and his minions. That's Jehovah's title and office. It just means 'Supreme Being', or more literally, 'God Almighty'. "Trust me, this isn't the benevolent Heavenly Father of whom your priests and nuns have spoken. He has little use for mankind, except as a pawn in his Cosmic struggle for supremacy. This is a crash course in divine politics, so let's just call it Celestial Government 101. "You have been exposed to a universal civil war, among a race of beings so powerful that they could crush you like a termite. I don't say that to be mean, but to prepare you for the reality of the Cosmos as it actually is, instead of the comfortable myths approved by the clergy. Jehovah is a nasty character, a real butcher who would put Hitler to shame. "I suppose that you deserve to know, however, since you're automatically vulnerable, just by knowing and loving me. More importantly, I happen to love you, which is a greater problem for your safety. Now, do you understand why I try not to get emotionally attached to people? I just couldn't help it in your case, but it's very dangerous for you. "You should know what you're choosing if we become lovers. I care very much about you, which makes it much different than what happens with a casual partner. Luckily, I'm something of a lothario, which gets me through the sexual part of my solitude. Don't worry about my bedding an enemy, by the way. Unlike mortals, I can sense who is and isn't one of my race. Mere mortals can't kill me, and if they tried to harm you for pay, I would detect some falsity to their motives. "So, my dear Vicky, what do you think of what I just told you?" Robert probed, half-hoping that she would change her mind, for her own sake. He loved her too much not to worry about her safety. "I'm a bit overwhelmed by all of this, but I'll take you, anyway. I'd rather die than miss you for the rest of my life, not to mention have you miss me, since you clearly return my feelings. Like it or not, Robert, you're stuck with me. I'm not the sort to boss a man around. Hell, I tend to be a pushover with most people! The Angel Next Door "But I am not going to leave you alone, just because you want to keep me alive. It's too late for that. Not that it is your fault. It's probably mine, for talking to a stranger, but I don't regret a thing. I don't agree with that old warning, anyway. I'm not the most driven girl out there, but I believe in taking chances and actually living. So, my dear Robert, if you ever do leave me, you'll have to think of a better excuse than my survival. Not that it will do you any good. You'll be the first angel in history to have his own stalker. "Out of curiosity, though, what would have happened to me if I had turned you down?" Vicky answered him with unusual firmness on her part. "Amnesia, actually. You'd have forgotten that I even exist. I hope that you don't ever change your mind, but if you do, I will erase any memories of me. I just hope that never becomes necessary. If we're apart and you can remember me, it's too much of a threat to you. If we're not together, it's an imposition on my part to make you worry about things like that. Say the word, and I'll be out of your life forever, though I can't promise not to protect you from behind the scenes," Robert clarified, while snacking on some vinegar fries, a Canadian pub food that he had embraced. "Well, thank you for being honest with me, Robert, but thank you even more for loving me back. Whether we last or not, it's great to know that at least one guy cared about me somewhere close to as much as I did for him. The main thing, however, is that I'm yours. I put my body, my soul, and my heart in your hands. "I have faith in you, if you'll pardon the use of that term for an angel. I know that you won't harm or destroy me, nor allow that to happen to me. You're the older, stronger, and wiser partner here, so I have no problem following you. Just don't treat me as helpless, since I'm not. Ours is not a conventional relationship, so I don't expect to dealt with as an equal, but I am still a grown woman now. Don't treat me as if I'm a child. "And, if you don't mind my asking you a favour, will you fuck me already?" Vicky encouraged him with her typical mix of humor, sincerity, and exuberance. The Angel Next Door Ch. 02 "Fuck, this is outstanding, Robert!" Vicky Bali exclaimed, as her lover plunged into her cunt yet again. It took a little longer than usual to complete foreplay, since she had been a virgin until that day. Robert was careful to eat her pussy and rim her ass until she came well before the penetration itself. That just made it easier for him to pop her cherry, if there had been a physical hymen there. Apparently, Vicky had deliberately removed that obstacle herself, in an effort to get the pain over with some time ago. He didn't ask what method she used, though he suspected that it was a carrot or cucumber. She didn't seem likely to want blood on an actual vibrator. If he didn't know her well, he would have said that she lied about her prior status, but Vicky wasn't the sort to bother with such deceit. "Well, from my point of view, I have to agree," he grinned, as he slid back inside his 18-year old girlfriend. "Thank you, again!" she repeated her favorite exclamation of the day. The Canadian girl clearly decided that sex was a pastime that she wanted to enjoy as much as possible. "Damn it, I'm cumming again!" Robert swore, totally excited by fucking Vicky in the "doggie" position. Her lovely ass was a turn-on in its own right. "That makes two of us!" Ms. Bali responded, gasping as she felt her latest orgasm affect her. If this was her destiny, she could definitely live with it. She shared her partner's interest in this approach to coitus, as "doggie-style" caused him to fill her more thoroughly than any position. Given the more serious issues like hostile gods and angels bent on destroying Robert and his loved ones, neither of them worried about relatively minor matters like pregnancy. He could protect a child as easily as he could defend her. In fact, the gods would need each other's help if they ever dared to harm Robert Sebastian, the Norman angel who lived in this part of Ontario, or anyone in his care. "So, what else do you want to try?" Vicky asked him after he spent himself in her cunny. "Oh, I think that we should fuck in the shower, after we both recover. I won't take as long as most men, but I think that you are probably quite sore by now. Anyway, I would also like to introduce you to anal sex, if you're able to take that," Robert winked at his new girlfriend. "You're right. I am sore. I don't mind it, since you're so damned good. Even so, I could use a breather. As for the rest, I'll follow your lead and trust you as always. You haven't let me down so far. I doubt that you ever will," Vicky smiled at this literally angelic man with the sexual prowess of a satyr. Gods, he was a true stud in every sense of the term. "Thanks for your confidence, Vicky. That means a great deal to me. What do you say to some food? Every time I fuck someone, I get famished afterward," Mr. Sebastian suggested. "I could use a bite. A girl can't live on sex alone, although you could tempt that way for a little while," the young woman teased the older man whom she genuinely loved. Their meal was something that Vicky always craved: shrimp scampi on penne with shredded parmesan on top of it. For obvious reasons, Robert couldn't give her wine, but he didn't overindulge on his own so as not to rub it in her face. Despite being a bartender, Mr. Sebastian knew his food, and his time in the Mediterranean gave him a permanent love of Italian cuisine. "So, Robert, do I still get that first drink on the house?" Vicky teased him with a wink. "Actually, you'll get all your drinks on the house in the future. You're my main squeeze, remember? In fact, I'm tempted to marry you, as long as I know that you won't turn jealous on me. For now, however, I'll start out by letting you move in with me. You can help with the pub, if you don't mind that, too. That will give you work. As long as you can accept my other partners, and bear in mind that there are some risks in being my lover, it should be as smooth as silk," Robert answered the brunette, kissing her eagerly to reiterate his point. "So I get to stay with you from now on? When should I pack? This sounds wonderful. I suppose that you have to follow the laws about my drinking before 19, and I do want to make my first drink an occasion, but I gather that I can do everything else with you and your friends. You're not going to make me go to college, are you?" Vicky reacted with excitement at the idea of cohabitating with Robert by leaning into him as they kissed. "Hey, girl, that's your business. I actually prefer, at the risk of sounding like a selfish bastard, that you not go to college, even here. I'd rather you just became my business partner at the pub, albeit in a junior capacity, as well as being my lover. What do you think?" the angel told his woman. "I don't mind that idea. In fact, it sounds terrific. Still, it will be funny to be the part-owner of a pub who can't drink any booze herself for a few months. But that's only for a short time, and I won't drink away as much of the profits during that time," Vicky agreed to his plan with another sloppy kiss. Robert may have planned to do their next act in the shower, but his young lover abruptly decided to be spontaneous. She knelt in front of him, both of them still nude, and interrupted their dessert to suck his dick. He nearly fell backward from the shock and sudden ecstasy of her wet mouth on his cock, but he soon started thrusting in and out of her throat. For a former virgin, she knew her fellatio well. "Alright, now, Vicky, I'm about to cum, so I give you a clear choice. Do you want it down your throat or on you? You got me ready, so it's just a question where you catch it, my love. Blame your excellent skills as a fellatrix, sweetheart," Robert gasped. Instead of stopping to respond, Vicky continued to suck Robert's dick, indicating a willingness to swallow as well. Taking her action as a signal, Mr. Sebastian shot another load in his petite girlfriend. He loved her quick and enthusiastic reaction, gulping down his seed as rapidly as possible. The trouble was that this meant he would need yet more to fuck her ass. "Just remember that this delays the shower part. I'm an angel, but I'm not Priapus," Robert laughed as he kissed his lover to thank her for the surprise. "I wanted to go out of my way for you. Besides, if you're not as frustrated when you fuck my arse, you'll go slower and easier on me. That makes a lot of sense to me, at least," Vicky retorted salaciously, entangling herself with him as they moved to the love seat for some petting and other foreplay. It was evident to both of them that couple wasn't finished with the consummation of their intimate arrangement. The Angel Next Door Ch. 03 Vicky Bali never imagined just how wonderful it would feel to have Robert inside her ass. He had waited until after the shower and then licked her bottom to get her off, before he finally applied the generous amount of lube necessary to prepare her virgin asshole for his dick. She felt as if she completely merged with her mature lover. The way that the skin of Robert Sebastian's cock felt against her colon excited Vicky almost to the point of another climax. The surrender inherent in the act of taking her man in her butt finished the job. Vicky came enthusiastically right before her neighbor did. The gooey sensation of Robert's cum leaking from her asshole was a splendid feeling to Vicky. He had fucked every hole and claimed them with his seed. She was his completely now in body as well as soul. "Damn, this was well worth the wait!" Vicky exclaimed as she kissed Robert fiercely. "I'm glad that you think so," Robert grinned widely and kissed Vicky back with a good deal of tongue. "So, I really get to move in with you and work with you at the pub? Wow, that's incredible! I can't wait to be with you all of the time. I just hope that you don't get tired of me," Vicky declared with her usual exuberance. "Hey, I seriously doubt that could happen. I only hope that your mother doesn't resent me for taking her little girl and leaving her with an empty nest. She'll probably insist on you visiting her now and then," Robert commented. "She'll be fine, but yeah, she'll want me to drop by from time to time. I think that she'll be glad that I have a good man. If not, I'll explain to her that you're really a great catch and this is what makes me happy. Mom will understand. She just wants to protect me. She'll miss me, but she knows that it will happen sooner or later," Vicky assured her new boyfriend. "That's good to hear, because I'm quite serious about you living with me permanently and working at the pub, as you can see. Think of how great it will be for both of us. If we want to have a quickie on our break, no one will be able to stop us. I have to warn you that might happen a lot, given how much you turn me on, honey," Robert reacted with evident pleasure. "Promise?" Vicky winked in response and then kissed her new lover again. "If we hadn't just had a ton of sex, I would be hard right now. Just wait until I can get it up again," Robert teased his young girlfriend. He loved how great she looked, especially au natural like this. Neither of them had seen any reason to get dressed just yet. "I'll hold you to that, lover. In the meantime, let's go back to my place and tell Mom. The sooner it's handled, the sooner I can move in with you and start our life together. Then we can get naked again and by that point, your dick should be ready for another round," Vicky suggested, thinking that delays would not prevent any tears, merely postpone them. "Works for me," Robert grimaced, not looking forward to the possible conflict, but agreeing in principle that it was like tearing off a bandage: do it quickly and then it hurt less. It was easy for anyone to see where Vicky got her beauty. Zoe Bali was a lighter-skinned version of the same basic design. Her eyes were blue, just like Vicky's, but a lighter shade. Her hair was sandy, where Vicky's was a very dark brown. They might be easily taken for fraternal twins, except that Zoe's face was lined with a few wrinkles that were normal for a divorced mother her age. She had been rather pious in the recent past, but only in a traditional, Greek Orthodox manner. She wasn't a fundamentalist type at all. Even that had eased up a bit as she became more eager to attract men again. Zoe knew that Vicky would be soon away and she wanted to be more socially active after putting that on the back burner for so long. That had caused religious devotion, or at least religious morals, to become less of a factor for Mrs. Bali than before. It shouldn't have surprised anyone, then, how Zoe reacted when her daughter came home with Robert in tow. She had secretly lusted after him for some time, but she assumed that he was gay. Doubts had crept into her mind about that assumption, but not enough for her to see him as a likely candidate to sleep with either her daughter or herself. Zoe simply viewed Robert as eye candy or forbidden fruit. She wasn't blind about her daughter's interest in Mr. Sebastian, but she thought that Vicky was in the same boat as herself in that respect: close but far away. "Mrs. Bali," Robert smiled at Zoe, hoping to charm her a little into cooperating with his plans for Vicky, who winked at him with mischief. "Call me Zoe. We're both adults. So is Vicky now. Can I call you Robert? I know that she does," Zoe smiled back, feeling both nervous and aroused. She could feel the wetness between her thighs. She just hoped that he didn't smell it. "Please do. We have to talk. You might want to sit down for this," Robert warned his lover's mother. "Alright. What is it?" Zoe started to worry a bit. The smile on Vicky's face should have reassured Zoe, but instead it caused her hand tremor to get worse. She recognized that smile now, and it dawned on her why Vicky had that expression. It was the look of a sexually satisfied woman. Her little girl was now grown and apparently not a virgin anymore. When did that happen? The way that Vicky looked at Robert made it clear that they were lovers. They had that special form of non-verbal communication unique to a couple. "Mom, I love Robert and he loves me back. I want to move in with him and become his business partner in the pub. I hate leaving you behind, but I need him. Robert and I are lovers," Vicky finally stated, hoping to get it over and done with. "I can see that. I thought that you were gay, Robert," Zoe blurted, though she had realized the truth a little before this point. "A misunderstanding, I'm fine. I am actually bisexual. You should know that I'm not a one-woman man. I've told Vicky that upfront and she has accepted it. After all, she's figured it out already, anyway. I have multiple lovers and will continue to do so. On the other hand, I will be good to Vicky and make sure that she is safe and happy. She'll have a steady job at the pub, though she won't be able to serve drinks until she turns 19, of course. "I love her dearly, as should be evinced by the fact I want to live with her. I've never let just anyone live with me. That distinction should prove that she's not just another notch on the bedpost, so to speak. She could never just be that," Robert explained, his smile showing an adoration of Vicky as well as a clear lust directed at both women. "Can I move in with you, too?" Zoe asked before she caught herself. She then blushed as she realized what she just said. "Sure," Robert answered, not blinking for even a second. He didn't even hesitate. Both girls nearly fainted at Robert's response. He didn't look even slightly worried at the idea that his girlfriend's mother would be around. If anything, there was an anticipatory grin that left no doubt what was on his mind. Vicky and Zoe looked at each other and realized that they both desired the same man. Vicky had the advantages, but Zoe didn't mind. She was willing to play second fiddle for her daughter's sake. They exchanged glances and made a silent pact with each other. They would share him. It would be strange and awkward, but it was obvious where this arrangement would end: with both of them in Robert's bed. "Really? Just like that?" Zoe continued, still a bit shocked. "Yes, but I think that you know what will happen. I saw the way that you ladies just looked at each other. You've already accepted what is next. I will sleep with both of you. Hell, let's just be blunt here. We're all grown-ups. I will fuck both of you regularly. Vicky is my main squeeze, as you know, but I won't neglect either of you. It's a nice, cozy set-up, I think. There's enough room on my bed for three people. You both have needs, as do I. "However, I owe your daughter a good fucking. After that, I will screw you as well. I have to keep my word, right?" Robert finished the job of charming the pants off his girlfriend's mother. "Robert, baby, let's include Mom. Make it a threesome. She needs it bad, I think. Don't you, Mom?" Vicky encouraged her lover, as she unzipped his pants. Zoe helped her undress their man. In a remarkably short time, mother and daughter were both engaged in sucking Robert's cock. When he was fully erect, which didn't take long with two women servicing him, the girls lovingly undressed each other. Vicky and Zoe snickered as they realized that this was the first time that the former had removed the latter's clothes, instead of vice versa. "Well, honey, why don't you fuck Mom? She'll be hooked before you know it. Mom, just relax, please. You're wet, so just let him take you right now," Vicky urged them. Robert didn't waste time. He picked up the divorcee with incredible ease, even given her petite size, and put her in a better position on the couch. Vicky sat in the closest recliner, stroking herself as she watched her mother get their new lover's cock inside her. Zoe's breathing was soon heavy and husky, as she reacted to the fantastic pleasure of this nice, hard dick in her pussy. It was uncut, of course. That was pleasantly familiar to Mrs. Bali, since she had grown used to her ex's foreskin. None of that mattered after a few more minutes of Robert inside Zoe. Vicky's mother couldn't keep any semblance of self-restraint or modesty. She was completely enslaved by the hard cock pounding her cunt. She didn't worry anymore about her daughter watching her. She didn't care about anything but the wonderful strokes of Robert Sebastian as he invaded her continually. Zoe loved being taken like that. She found it impossibly good as he plundered her with his cock. She also knew that she wasn't on the Pill and that this was her most fertile time. That idea was the immediate cause of her first orgasm since her divorce. Zoe thus revealed that she tended to shiver when she came, something neither Robert nor Vicky knew about her. This level of positive feedback was the last straw for Mr. Sebastian. He came and knocked Mrs. Bali up, though he didn't know that part yet. "Thank you, Robert. That was unimaginably good! I just hope that I haven't cheated Vicky of her next turn with you," Zoe kissed Robert gratefully. "It's fine, Mom. I loved watching the two of you together, and I even came touching myself while he fucked you so damn hard. You really enjoyed it, didn't you, Mom?" Vicky soothed her mother's fears about depriving her daughter. "What a selfless daughter you've raised, Zoe! See how great she is. You should be proud of her," Robert praised his women with profound sincerity. "Yes, she's an impressive young woman, isn't she? Okay, Vicky, if you can get him hard again, here's your chance for another roll in the hay," Zoe winked at her daughter. If this was what Vicky got every night, both of them deserved such joy. "Damn straight! Robert, can you get it up again? Need help?" Vicky inquired hopefully. Zoe winked at her daughter and grabbed some toys from her hidden box in the cabinet under the bathroom sink. She hadn't used these toys in a long time, but she had never gotten rid of them in her most devout phase. Vicky had actually played a little with them, so she knew what her mother was about to hunt down. She became moist with anticipation as Zoe proved her right by returning with a vibrator, some lube, and the real surprise: a butt-plug. Not even Vicky knew about that one, as it was a recent acquisition from a mother lately reverting to her wild ways. "Lie down, baby. Let me take care of you. Robert will be hard as a rock pretty soon. I guarantee it," Zoe whispered to her daughter as she spread her cheeks and lubricated both holes. Vicky became very slick when her own mother began filling her at each end with the toys. The forbidden ecstasy of Zoe's touch enthralled her and she bucked her hips automatically in reaction to the double penetration by her flesh and blood. Zoe, for her part, became extremely damp in her pussy as she understood what she had really done. She had sodomized her own daughter and Vicky had loved it. It was obvious that the kinks that Zoe had buried for years had been passed on to Vicky. "Vicky, darling, do me the same way, please! Take my ass the way that I took yours!" Zoe pleaded with increasing need after Vicky came from the two-pronged assault on her body. Mrs. Bali's lust was totally free to assert itself now and she wouldn't let taboos stop her from enjoying the pleasures of the flesh, even those of mother-daughter incest. Vicky hesitated, but realized that Zoe was in earnest. She eased the plug into her mother's asshole and then slipped the other vibrator into her cunt. By now, Robert was more than ready and he demonstrated this fact by entering Vicky from behind. It took a great deal of focus to keep from stopping, but Vicky wanted Zoe to cum for her. The threesome was now in full gear and it was fantastic. Nothing felt as good as this before to either of the women and Robert certainly had no complaints. Zoe came next, but Vicky and Robert followed her scant seconds afterward. It was just too intense an encounter to prevent such a mutual release. It finally relieved the fierce sexual tension among the trio. There was no question now that they were all lovers, which the girls proved by licking each other clean of all fluids. If Robert could have gotten stiff yet again, this would have done the trick. As it was, he was content for the moment to watch the beauty of the Sapphic act in front of his eyes. The bond between mother and daughter was now indivisible. They belonged to each other, just as they did to Robert and he to them. The circle was absolutely complete now. Three were one at last. So Vicky spent her last night at her mother's, lying in Zoe's arms but spooning with Robert. It was a transition so wonderful that none of them could have pictured it. The angel next door had brought mother and daughter together in a special way that also united them in his service. He owned both of them and they loved him for it. Tomorrow, they would begin the move, but that night sealed their menage a trois forever. It was just the beginning of their wonderful life together, though it wasn't to be without its risks and tragedies.