Soulmates - Chapter 1: A New Life

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Story codes: (mf, MF, Mg, Msolo, gsolo, inc, facial, rom, cons)

I was 3 when my mother died; she was found in her boyfriend's apartment with a needle in her arm.  It was a shock to my father, as he didn't know she had a boyfriend let alone that she was doing drugs.  For my father it wasn't the extra marital affair or that she was doing drugs, it was the fact that she felt she needed to hide these things from him.  My father taught me to be open and honest with those around me unless it would cause pain or injury in anyway, then the best thing to do is to keep my mouth shut. He also taught me that my body was mine to do with as I will and that nobody had the right to tell me what to do with it and that I should respect that right in others.

He quit his job, sold everything, packed up, came here to the Caldera and opened a bait shop.  The bait shop eventually turned into an outfitter store, became an established institution here, and did quite well.  My father was able to buy a nice house and afford to buy the things any normal kid wants.

The Caldera had become a tourist spot for the ultra-rich and famous and had grown rapidly.  Henderson had become the main city and was growing fast, over four million at the time I met my first love.  I met Ginny at the fountain in the center of the park in downtown Henderson. After talking for a while, we found we had a lot in common, we were both 17, we both only had our fathers, though her mother was alive, and we both had the propensity to have sex in public.  I had thought about it a lot but I never had done it in, fact up until now, the only sex I had was with 'Rosy Palms'.   I know of a great place behind some bushes next to a well walked path.”  She said invitingly as she took my hand and led me to the spot.  It was more open than I had imagined but we were horny kids and didn't care.

She had me lay down on my back while she mounted me using her spread out coat and skirt to hide what she was doing.  From a distance, it just looked like she was sitting on me.  She took my hardening cock out from the left leg hole of my shorts and pushed the material to the side until my balls were free and my hard cock was standing tall.  Almost immediately, I felt her hot juices dripping on me and I was surprised at how much fluid was coming from her.  As I slid into her tight pussy her fluids gushed out as it was replaced with the length my cock.  She started grinding her clit into my pelvic bone as soon as we hid bottom and her pussy engulfed my cock, she kept this up for a while and I could feel her clit getting larger and harder and it seemed abnormally large to me but what did I know since I had never seen one let alone feel one.  At one point, she leaned forward with her hands on the ground on either side of me and started riding my cock.  She started out slow at first then picked up the speed, as she got noticeably wetter; soon there was a small stream of her cum sliding down my sac between my balls.  She sat back up and with squinting eyes started moaning and licking her lips.  She then unbuttoned her blouse, massaged her breasts and nipples with one hand and hiked up her skirt to reveal her hairless pussy and her very erect clit.  I didn't know how much longer I could hold out.  The feel of a hot, tight, very wet pussy for the first time was almost more than I could bear.  The site of her riding my cock and playing with her left tit as the other bounced on her forearm was enough for me to forget where we were and I tried to fuck back as best I could. She was stroking her clit feverously with her left hand and I was about to tell her I was about to cum when she moved the hood away from her clit and held it there while she squeezed, pulled and rubbed the tip of her exposed erect very large clit.  I shoved my cock in as deep as it would go then she clamped down and let out a loud moan; her pussy started convulsing on my cock just as I started shooting my load into her.  I was surprised again; this time with the amount of cum I had; there was so much semen it was coming out her pussy, mixed with her fluids, and flowed over my balls.

We were grinding out the last of our orgasms when we came to our senses; if anyone saw us they either didn't care or looked the other way just as some were doing now.  Ginny slowly buttoned up her blouse as she sat on my withering cock; when it went soft, she stood up, leaving a string of cum all the way up, then she squeezed out a couple more globs of cum then got down and deftly licked it all off my cock, balls, and shorts.  When I stood up, she laughed as she looked at my crotch; the crotch and backside of my shorts were soaked and looked like I peed laying down.

We met at the fountain every day that week and had sex in a different place each time.  We learned that we both thought there was something special between us but couldn't pinpoint what it was; we knew it wasn't marriage or something like that; it wasn't even about the sex it was something else that meant a lot to us, we just didn't know what.  On Friday, we planned to meet up again on the following Monday because I had to work all day Saturday and Sunday.  When Monday came around she wasn't there, that's when I realized that through all our talking I never got her address, phone number or even her last name.  I went back to the fountain everyday for a month even on Saturdays and Sundays but she never returned.

I met 19 year old Bambi (yes that's her real name, her mother was a Casino show girl who got knocked up by a high roller and thought the name was cute.) on the rebound about a month after I quit looking for Ginny.  Her father, who owned a number of news agencies around the world, had a vacation home here and spent most of his time gambling. I was at the fountain hoping without hope that Ginny would show up.  Bambi came up to me and said. You look sad.  Do you want to fuck?  I bet that would make you feel better.”  I was stunned at first and she knew it giving me a sexy smile.  Hope your not expecting me to say no.”  I replied.  I know just the place.”  She giggled. Instead of taking me to a spot in the park like, I expected she hailed a cab.  To the Whinthorp.” She instructed the driver.  The Whinthorp was a top class five star hotel, that never in a million years could I afford even a cot in a closet.  She was hot and adventurous; we fucked on the private beach where naked people walked by as if nothing unusual was happening.  I got Bambi pregnant and almost 9 months to the day we met, Karen was born and it was the happiest day in my life.  My marriage to Bambi a few months later couldn't compare to the joy I felt when Karen looked up and smiled for the first time.

When I was almost 20 my father died of lung cancer brought on by the asbestos he breathed while working as a heating and air conditioning technician early in his life. Almost immediately, Bambi wanted to expand the bait shop/Outfitting store into a sporting goods store which with her fathers help became the largest in the area selling only top of the line stuff to those that could afford it. We even opened three stores outside the Caldera and her father wanted to finance a chain of stores with franchises. We were doing quite well financially, but after almost seven years, our marriage was falling apart.  She was turning my daughter against me and I had the feeling she was going to try to divorce me and get Karen and the business.  I was thinking about what to do and how much I missed the bait shop when I got into the back seat.

When I woke up I thought I was in a body cast, as I regained my senses I realized that only my arms and legs were in casts, my upper torso was wrapped tight with ace bandages and my lower torso was covered with a folded up blanket.  As I looked around me, I see I'm in a private hospital room. There are tubes coming from somewhere under the ace bandages near my left breast leading to a stand with a bunch of bags, some had clear or slightly tan liquid in them, one had what looked like milk in it. I realized that my mouth forced open by a thick tube running down the length of my throat.

My body hurt, nothing excruciating just a dull ache that I realized would be much worse if I wasn't all doped up. I see the nurses call button on the end of a long cord next to me but when I try to reach for it I feel a searing pain rip through my right arm.  "Uuuuuurgh" was my muffled response as a pain I have never experienced before shoots up my arm all the way to my head, "uuurgh", "uuurgh", "uuurgh" I scream as tears fall down my cheek.  My muffled screams must have been loud enough because just then a nurse came in the door.  The expression on her face acknowledged the pain in mine, she put up her right hand as if to tell me to stay there (as if I was going to go anywhere) she leans over towards the door and says "Someone get Dr. Cooper; Mr. Nelson is awake".

All of a sudden things got real busy, a couple more nurses came in and started checking everything, the machines, the tubes and drips, bandages and such.  A few minutes later a man who was obviously Dr Cooper walks in and smiles at me then checks a few things for himself before turning to me and saying "Well Mr. Nelson I see you're finally awake, how do you feel?". "I hurt like hell" I say, which sounded more like "Ha hur hike haw" through the tube in my mouth, while thinking 'How the hell does he think I can say anything coherent with this thing shoved down my throat?'.  "Good" he says.  "You're breathing well on your own now. Nurse Ryder I think we can remove the respirator now."  Nurse Ryder nodded to another nurse who filled a class with water and put a straw in it, the kind with the accordion end so it bends easy. They approach and Nurse Ryder says. "I'm going to remove the tube rather quickly; you might feel like you need to throw up as I remove the tube, Nurse Donavan will put the straw to your mouth after I have removed it and I want you to drink all of the water as quickly as you can; understand?"  I nod in the affirmative. "Good!"  She says, then leans over, grabs the tube and pulled it quickly and evenly out of my mouth.  It felt like it was taking the contents of my stomach with it. I immediately felt the straw in my mouth and drank like a fish out of water.

With the tube out of my mouth, Dr. Cooper says, "I'm not surprised you hurt like hell after what you've been through. For a while, we didn't think you were going to make it. You've been in a comma just over a week now." "What happened?" I asked with a weak, raspy voice. "You were in an accident" he says, "A drunk driver crossed the median and hit you head on." He continues "Mr. Nelson, What is the last thing you remember?"  I had to think hard but I remember arguing with my wife about letting my 6 1/2 year old daughter, Karen, wear thong underwear and string style bathing suits.  I was against it until she turned thirteen.  Bambi was for it.  I wanted to raise my daughter to be sensible in her attire and attitude but she was neither, she was a tramp, just like her mother and had nothing but contempt for me.  To them I was just a 'Man' to be used to suit their needs.  The very last thing I remember is them getting into the front of the SUV and me getting in the back while thinking about a divorce.  I said as much to Dr. Cooper who just kept staring at me as if waiting for something from me, then it dawned on me.  "How are they?" I ask.  "They weren't wearing seat belts, they didn't make it. I'm sorry". I thought I should feel grief but strangely enough, I didn't feel anything. "How are the people in the other car?" I ask. "There was only the driver, he too was not wearing a seat belt and was thrown trough the windshield but survived. He was released yesterday to the care of his father Marcus Leonard."

Everyone around here knew of Marcus Leonard. He got his start in the logging business, stripping the countryside of its old growth while making a bundle at it. He expanded to the milling business and wholesale of said product. He bought a couple of lucrative mines and is now said to be worth a few hundred billion. He owns a lake at the edge of the Caldera with his son Lenard (Who names there son Lenard Leonard?). "He would like to speak to you and has asked me to let him know if and when you awoke." He says. "Mr Nelson" he says as I interrupt him "Please, call me Kevin, Mr Nelson was my dad." "Kevin" he continues "You are taking the deaths of your wife and daughter pretty well; Are you ok?"  He asks. "They were strangers to me in the end and drifting farther apart, strangely enough I feel kind of relieved." "Then will it bother you to know that they were buried 2 days ago? We didn't know how long you would be in a comma and it was decided to bury them.  Mr. Leonard had them interred at the Lakeview Cemetery."  He says.  "No, Its ok" I said.

I had been awake for about 45 minutes and the whole time I could feel a knot in my stomach, not in my stomach but lower down near my bladder, kind of behind it, it didn't feel bad, just uncomfortable. I asked Dr. Cooper about it and he says. "About your injuries…they are quite extensive.  The bones in most of your left arm, lower legs and right shoulder were crushed, the rest of the bones in your limbs were broke in some fashion, you have 2 broken ribs on your left side and 3 on the right, once of which punctured your lung and which we didn't think you would survive. You have numerous internal injuries.  The worst injury was that you where impaled by a piece of wood from the post that holds the guardrail up along the highway.  A piece about 2 feet long and about 5 inches in diameter broke off and pierced your left upper thigh clean through to you prostate gland.  It destroyed a number of vessels and arteries. We were able to repair your prostate gland but the artery going to your genital area had to be replaced, the only good vein we could use was larger in diameter then necessary for the area." After he paused for a while I asked "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" "It has an interesting side effect; you have increased blood flow to your penis which has resulted in it being in a perpetual state of erection, about 85% to 95% erect anyway." I look down at the blanket covering my crotch and indeed, it looks like a tent. "Nurse, remove the blanket please." He says. Nurse Ryder removed the blanket and sure enough little Willy was standing at almost complete attention. I'm about six inches standing tall and about the first three inches was covered with what looked like a condom with a tube sticking out of it leading off the bed to my left. I look at Dr. Cooper with a questioning look. He responds by saying "One other effect your injuries have on you is that although we were able to repair your prostate, for some reason it doesn't want to stop working, we don't know why and we are worried about doing anymore surgery at the moment as you need time to heal."  "How long doc?" I ask.  "You're going to be here a good long time, at least a year or so, you will most probably have to relearn how to walk again and use your arms and legs, not to mention the months of physical therapy to rebuild the muscles. And we need to keep monitoring your prostate." "So the outside catheter is for…?" I say "We can't put a catheter inside your bladder because of the need for you to ejaculate, which seems to happen on its own and quite often. You can thank Sally over there for coming up with the idea." pointing to Nurse Ryder, I look at her and she says. "You can call me Sally." "One good thing is that none of your joints were seriously injured. Normally we expect knees, ankles, wrists and elbows to be either crushed or broken along with the bones connected to them, but yours seem to be in good shape which will make your rehabilitation much easier." "Speaking of his catheter, I need to change it and his clothes and I'm sure he must be hungry" says Nurse Donavan. "Ok, but don't give him any solid foods just yet. He can have ice water or broth for now. I will look over his chart and set up a regiment for him starting in the morning."

As Dr. Cooper and Nurse Sally leaves the room Nurse Donavan turns to me and says "Lets change that catheter shall we Mr Nelson" while donning a pair of latex gloves "Call me Kevin please" I say "Ok and you can call me Brenda, Kevin".  The whole time I'd been awake the knot in my stomach was getting bigger and more painful. Brenda reached over, grabbed my penis and tried to remove the catheter but the latex from the glove was having problems with the latex from the catheter and the result was she kept pinching the skin on the sides of my cock and me yelping. "I'm sorry Kevin but when you weren't awake I didn't use gloves now it's proving to be difficult." "Well by all means remove them, that hurt."  The slight pain the pinching was causing was nothing compared to the feeling of her hand on my aching cock, she had the thumb and forefinger of her left hand wrapped around my cock just below the lip of the catheter with the rest wrapped around the base of my cock and the top of my sack. As she tried to hold my dick steady with her left hand and trying to remove it with her right hand using the forefinger and thumb. The feeling of her left hand as she squeezed my cock to steady it was incredible. When she removed the glove and took hold of my cock again it instantly came to full attention.  It turn more reddish purple than it ever had.  Her hand felt like fire not a bad fire but a heat that went from her hand to my cock down into the depths of my groins to my prostate where it felt like the heat was tickling it causing it to grow even larger, fuller. The sensation emanating from it was like nothing I ever felt before, the heat seemed to flow out from my prostate to the rest of my body, I could feel something big building up inside me, I barely heard Brenda as she removed the catheter and discovered she forgot to get new one. She released my cock form her grip and walked out of the room, but when she let go nothing changed, the feeling of something about to explode was getting more intense, my cock was rock hard and starting to hurt, the knot in my stomach large and painful.  When Brenda returned she saw my distress and ran to me with her hand out stretched to grab my cock, as she did so I cried  "NO" too late, as soon as she grabbed my cock the knot in my stomach seemed to pulsate as it exploded in a fountain of semen, five spurts at first in rapid succession. With such pressure it went a good four to five feet in the air creating an arch, two loads landed square on top of Brenda's head, one landed on her arm and two on my lap, it kept pulsating and spurting semen all over, four more in quick succession just as powerful and voluminous as the first. I could not believe the amount of semen I was producing; each spurt was few tablespoons. Each load I spilt was like a piece of heaven, my prostate no longer hurt but rather became a focal point as a sense of heat started from my outer most extremities and flowed through my body to collect in my prostate and out through tip of my cock. The feeling of each voluminous load flowing through the base of my cock and up and out was incredible.   Brenda had lost control of the situation and cum was everywhere.  All she could do was to jack me off trying to help, after a while she did manage to point it in a direction mostly straight up but not after thoroughly drenching herself in my semen. When I looked at her, her hair was covered at the front, as was her face, there were big globs dripping off her nose and chin. Her forearms and hands covered with a thick film of cum. I was still cuming but they were fewer and less in volume and dying quickly. The knot in my stomach had by now reduced itself considerably and feeling much better. My cock was now just drooling the last of my cum when my body started to hurt real bad, they say you have to pay the piper sometimes and mine was the realization that every bone in my body was causing me extreme pain.  The act of my body contracting to shoot each load wrecked havoc on my injuries compounding the pain.  As I lie there, my body doesn't know what to do, on one hand the pleasure it had just experienced was still there, but on the other hand so was the pain.  My whole body started convulsing in uncontrollable spasms, my mind started going blank, in the haze as I drift off I can hear Nurse Ryder say. "My god girl what's going on here?"

I awoke sometime the next day to a clean room and the day nurse, Annabelle Dawson, adjusting one of the drips. When she saw me awake she looked at me and said "Good morning Kevin, can I call you Kevin?" she asks. "Sure I'd like that" I said. "You can call me Annie. I'm your day nurse." She replies. "How do you feel this morning? I hear you had quite an ordeal last night." Surprisingly I feel ok except the every limb on me is throbbing and I'm hungry." Apparently the pain from your injuries was too much for you and you passed out. We have adjusted your pain medication and Dr. Cooper says you will be fine and can start a soft food diet to get your stomach used to food again, so this morning you get oatmeal and orange juice with pulp. In a day or two, depending on how well you do, you can go on a regular diet." She says. "Speaking of Dr. Cooper he is here with Mr. Leonard and some lawyers. I'll let them know your awake" And with that she walked out of the room.

I looked at my right hand and noticed there was a remote control attached to the cast on my arm, 'cool' I thought. I turned on the TV and with great difficulty; I manage to get a news channel. I lay there watching it contemplating my situation. I wasn't worried about paying for the medical expenses; I was already thinking of suing Marcus Leonard.  I'm not the kind of person that looks for ways to sue people but in this case a legal remedy was certainly in order as there is no way I can pay the medical expenses the are going to start adding up.  Marcus Leonard walked in with two lawyers behind him. He looks around and finds a chair and sits down and looks at me and says "How are you doing Mr. Nelson; are you able to talk?" "Yes" I reply "Good" He says and continues, "I'm not going to beat around the bush Mr Nelson. You could sue me and I could keep it tied up in court till your grand kids are old and gray." "The reality is I and my son do not need the publicity and scandal this could cause.  This is not the first time he has gotten himself in trouble and if this gets out it will ruin him.  He will not be able to enter university, the military academy won't have him and this incident will follow him the rest of his life. I'm sorry for the deaths of your wife and daughter but what's done is done, so I'm offering you a one time deal you can't refuse." "A bribe you mean." I say "Call it what you will, I call it insurance. I will give you $275,000,000 and the deed to my place at the lake and pay all medical expenses relating to your injuries if you sign a non disclosure agreement." My jaw dropped, I was thinking more in the line of one or two million plus expenses but never anything like this. "My lawyers tell me that even though I could string this out, I could end up paying more in the long run, so what will it be, my offer as it stands now or wait 10 – 20 years?" This was a no brainer for me. "$500,000,000 and you got a deal."  I answered.

I was now a rich man of 24. Marcus Leonard paid everyone off including the sheriff and his deputies. He packed up and took his son to half way across the world to live, leaving his house and property here to me. I hired an older couple in their 60's to house sit for me and keep things from going to pot. I spent 16 months in rehab, after 10 months I was allowed to visit my new abode for day visits, the last 6 months I was allowed to stay at home with a live in nurse and do outpatient treatment. That was two months ago and now I live alone enjoying the quite life.

I had healed remarkably fast, all my bones mended well with the help of a lot of rods, screws, and metal and the physical therapy had actually given me a chiseled body. I was always skinny but now a had muscles, not a lot but in all the right places, broad shoulders, narrow hips, six pack abs, tight butt (it was small to begin with, the kind where even a belt won't hold up your pants).  I expect that my medical condition had a lot to do with the six-pack abs, I was ejaculating at least a half dozen times a day usually more. The more times a man ejaculates the lesser the amount the semen each time, not me, it was always about the same copious volume sometimes a little more sometimes a little less.  And I would cum for a long time, I have gone 15 minutes before it completely stopped, granted it was a minute or so between each ejaculation close to the end but the feeling stayed with me until it was done, making the whole experience last.

I got used to it I guess; I had little control over when it happened. I found that if I masturbated before I went somewhere I could go one maybe two hours before I needed to relieve myself. I also learned to recognize when the need started to arise and find a safe place, over the next year or so I found all the places in all the parks and stores where I could quickly relieve myself without being caught. Today I find myself in Dr. Lucas's office. She was the specialist that I had been working with in the hospital when all that was left was my 'Special' problem and physical therapy. She was a specialist in the field of sexual disorders, physical, psychological, and neurological.  She also did plastic surgery on the side, which with the clientele in the area was her icing on the cake; women could come here for some skiing and a nose job.

When I walked in and went to the receptionist, she introduced herself as 'Cindy' she was a couple of years younger than I and good looking. "You must be Mr. Nelson." She says. "Please, I'm only a couple years older than you so call me Kevin." I say "Sure" She says with a smile "Dr. Lucas will be with you shortly, she's with a patient now, is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?" she asks.  I look at her, she's wearing a white blouse and blue skirt nothing frilly or sexy just plain she has a nice body thin but not too thin. Her breasts were the right size for me just over a handful each. What I noticed the most was that her nipples were fighting to get out of blouse, 'I'm betting right now they are about an inch long and hard as a rock.' I thought. 'Yeah you can make me comfortable' but instead I say Thank you, "no, I'm fine" "Ok but if you need me for anything let me know" then she looked at me in a way that told me she knew about my condition and was offering to help. "I'll keep that in mind." I said with a smile. "Just have a seat over there and the doctor will be right with you."  She says pointing to a couple of chairs by a door that was slightly ajar.

I'm not normally a person that eavesdrops, if someone wants me to know something they will tell me, otherwise it's none of my business.  What I heard and saw over the next few minutes was the most bazaar thing I have ever witnessed up to this point in time. As I sat down next to the door, I hear a woman say. "It's getting so she does it a couple dozen or so times a day now." I thought I heard a low moan in the background and when I look through the open door, I see a tiny pair of legs up to about mid thigh lying on a plastic sheet that had a ridge around the portion I could see. The knees where bend and off the ground and were opening and closing slightly. "Well, she is in perfect health and her condition doesn't seem to adversely affect her in any way except for the lose of fluids, which, when we get a measure of her output I will recommend the amount of fluids she needs to intake to keep her hydrated. Otherwise, there is nothing we can do.  It is what it is." This whole time I had my eyes glued to those to little legs as the doctor was talking those little legs started opening and closing faster a little at a time, the moans were getting more sensual. I saw a pool of liquid start to form around her thighs. As the doctor continues talking, the legs keep opening and closing faster and the moans were getting louder, then I hear a "uuuuuurgh" the legs closed tight and the thighs went up in the air and the pool of liquid was now getting noticeably larger fast. Just then the door closed, I just sat there for a moment cursing at myself for eavesdropping and being caught. I looked over at Cindy behind the desk and was relieved to find that from her vantage point she couldn't see that the door had been open, so with luck the doctor didn't know either and just closed the door when she noticed it open.  What was really strange is I had a strong feeling I know the little girl.

I looked down at my crotch; my cock hurt something fierce. I was wearing special made underwear kind of like boxer briefs but with a 3 inch band of elastic positioned to hold my constant erection flat against my stomach, so with sweatpants it kept it pretty concealed. But now, I was rock hard and leaking after what I had just witnessed and it needed some room. I stood up to relieve some of the pressure when the door opened and out walked Dr. Lucas and a woman with a shaking little girl in front of her.  She was just under 3 feet tall and probably not even 30 pounds soaking wet and looked to be about four or five years old in size but in fact was eight years old.  (I found out later she had mild case of something called Primordial Dwarfism, which is a form of dwarfism that makes a person small but proportionate in size for their age.)  When I saw the little girl my jaw dropped, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.  Auburn hair down to her waist, big doe like hazel eyes, oval face with tiny pert lips that looked like they had a hint of lipstick that wasn't there, she was wearing a pink sundress that hid her frame but I could see that it was thin with a just hint of baby fat.  The only other thing she was wearing was green jelly sandals. When I looked into her eyes it was like I new her, knew everything about her and her look at me said that she knew it too.  Her eyes opened wide when she saw me and ran to me with open arms.  "DADDY!"  She screams as she hugs me around my lower buttocks and buries her head into my lower abdomen.

It was then that I noticed that I hadn't kept my condition in check and seeing this gorgeous little girl pressed against my cock pulled the trigger and caught me by surprise.  I looked down at my crotch and saw that the head of my cock exposed as she unintentionally pulled on my sweats and shorts by hugging me. I couldn't help it if I wanted to; I exploded, shooting large globs of semen at a fast pace.  Her head being only inches away from the head of my cock made the first few loads hit her chin and as she looked down the next few went straight up both her nostrils, some hit her forehead as she watched it shoot up in the air and down again.  Her mouth opened wide in awe when a couple of particularly large wads went straight into her mouth.  It had caught everyone off guard and everyone was stunned, everyone except the little girl who had just swallowed the cum in her mouth and was laughing and giggling at the site.  It was only when it slowed a bit that Cindy said, "Oh my god let me get you something" as she ran into the next room.  At the same time, the little girl's mother pulled her away.  The little girl says, "Mommy his face is all red" "Yes it is Amy" her mother replied with a smile.  Cindy ran back into the room with a couple of large towels and covered the front of me with one, I was still cuming but beginning to regain my senses when Cindy gave Amy's mother the other towel.  Amy's head and face covered with a thick layer of cum that was dripping down her front and back, her hands and arms covered as well when she had tried to catch it. She was wiping her face and swallowing huge globs of cum she had collected in her hands.  "Amy, Stop that!"  Her mother scolded her as she began to clean up the mess that was Amy. "Why? I like it."  Amy retorted.  Cindy led me into the exam room, as I walked to the room I heard Amy say, "Mommy, Daddy's just like me."

Once in the exam room I found a chair and fell into it splayed out trying not to restrict my cock in anyway. By now, it was seeping a line of cum down the underside of my penis. I was exhausted and could only sit there breathing hard. Cindy looked at me and said. "Let's get you cleaned up now" I looked over in front of me and there was the sheet of plastic with a ridge all around it holding what looked like somewhere about a quart of a shiny liquid the color of honey only lighter. Cindy saw what I was looking at and said.  "Oh my gosh!  Let me get that."  She carefully picked it up by the edges in such a way as to make a bag of it. She came back in the room with an armload of towels and another assistant behind her. "Hi I'm Stephanie" she had dirty blond hair held back in a pony tail, she had a triangular face with a pointy chin and nose, she had freckles across her upper cheeks and nose which made her look absolutely adorable, she looks to be about twenty or so. "My, that was a sight to see out there" she said. "You saw it?" I ask, feeling my face turning red again "Yes, sorry but when I heard the commotion I had to see what was going on. If you don't mind me saying so that was the most awesome thing I have ever seen." "Tell that to the police when they come and get me for ejaculating on a child."  The girls started cleaning me up as soon as they noticed I didn't have the energy to do it myself, they removed my clothes and Stephanie started to clean them as Cindy went to work on me first wiping all the cum off with wet cloths then dry ones. As she was doing this, she said.  "I'm sure Dr. Lucas will explain things to them so I wouldn't worry."

After they cleaned me up it was apparent I couldn't walk out with the cloths I came in with so they lent me a pair of scrubs and when I left they would come up with something to 'Hold me down'.  When Dr. Lucas walked in I was all cleaned up and sitting in a chair next to a desk. Dr. Lucas sat down next to me and said "Well that was certainly interesting" one look at me and she continued "Oh don't worry she will be fine and no you won't be reported, look where you are, you have to expect things like that here just not that often. What I found interesting was not what happened to you but how Amy took it and what she had to say.  She said she knew you were watching her behind the door even though she couldn't see you, she said knowing you were there made it much better, her orgasm I mean.  She seemed to know everything about you. She doesn't know how they died but she knows your wife and daughter died and she knows that it doesn't bother you, she knows you're her father and she says that you know everything about her."  The look on her face told me it was my turn.  "Somehow it doesn't seem strange to me at all.  I knew she knew I was behind the door and I too knew her name was Amy as soon as I heard her moan and I do know things about her, such as her stepfather is in prison for life for raping her and her friends.  I know she is extremely lonely and that she is shy about her condition but she likes it nonetheless and can't get enough of it.  I know she is more mature than most adults are.  And I know I'm her father" "Amazing simply amazing!" is all she could say about it.  After a long pause, she continues "Well the reason for this visit was to get a measurement of your output but I guess that's not happening now, I can't have you waiting here and hold it for 2 more hours to get another sample, so this is what we are going to do.  I'm going to give you this container."  She handed me one of the measuring bottles you urinate in to measure your output of fluids "I want you to, at you leisure, ejaculate into it.  Remember I want you to wait 2 hours or as long as you can stand if it's less than 2 hours after before ejaculating so we can get the upper most measurement and before you leave I need to get a urine sample from you so we can see what kind of diet you need." "Ok, is that it then?" I ask "For now, yep. Just remember to fill the bottle during office hours so you can return it quickly. Do you want to meet Amy? I think I can arrange a meeting if you like." She says "No that's ok she's waiting for me outside the door." I said.

When I opened the door, only Amy and her mother were in the waiting room.  Amy came running at me with open arms, when I reached down and picked her up, she clamped onto me like a vise wrapping her perfect little arms around my neck and her perfect little legs around my torso.  We started kissing each other around the cheeks and nose first her then me, when our lips met it was like electricity, she tasted almost sweet to me, her tongue felt soft, warm and moist as it explored my tongue. She kissed me as if she already knew how to kiss a lover and with a passion as if we had been lovers all our life, but only now kissed for the first time. We took turns exploring each other's mouth and tongues when we parted we just looked into each other's eyes. Amy broke the silence "I'm safe now that you're here." I knew what she meant, she was no longer afraid of her stepfather, she knew I would protect her. She knew my love for her was unconditional and only for her and I knew the same was true about her love for me.

I looked over at Amy's mother.  "Ginny is that you? It has to be you're the only one else I've had sex with."  She nodded her head and looked like she was going to break out in tears "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."  When I looked at Amy, she said. "She's crying because I have someone to take care of me after she's gone".  There was a look of complete shock on Ginny's face when she said this, at the same time Amy reached over to indicate she wanted her mother so I handed Amy to her.  With Amy in her arms, she asks her "What do you know about me leaving you?"  "I know you're sick and are going to die soon." Amy said as she started crying and hugging her mother. In fact, she was dying, she was diagnosed with breast cancer, and it was at a stage that was beyond help they gave her 6 months to year at best and that was 3 months ago.

"Ok" I said.  "That settles it!  You are going to stay with me and get the best care money can buy" Ginny started to say something and both Amy and I say at the same time "That's final!"